mintchoccy

[mintchoccy]

The tribe's toy

Lisa squinted against the harsh glare of the sun, her long brown hair tied in a practical ponytail. The salty scent of the ocean wove through the warm, humid air, a gentle reminder of their adventure's setting. The children's laughter echoed across the beach, a delightful soundtrack to the bright day. She wore a smile as wide as the horizon, her eyes darting from one giggling child to another as they played in the sand. The sea, a vibrant shade of blue, stretched out before them like a promise of excitement and discovery.

The day had started out perfectly. The boat trip had been smooth, the children filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation as they left the safety of the mainland behind. Lisa had promised them a day they'd never forget, and she meant every word. The island they'd found themselves on was a tropical paradise, ripe with coconut trees and exotic plants. The children, a mix of boys and girls with varying shades of sun-kissed skin, were her responsibility, and she took that job as seriously as anyone could.

But the serenity of the moment was shattered by the sudden, violent cough of the engine. The boat lurched, sending a few children sprawling into the water. Panic etched itself into their faces as Lisa rushed to their side, helping them back on board. The storm came from nowhere, a monstrous beast that swallowed the sun and painted the sky a furious shade of black. The waves grew taller, the wind howled like a pack of wild animals, and the boat was tossed around like a toy in the jaws of a giant.

Lisa's heart hammered in her chest, adrenaline flooding her veins as she tried to keep the children calm. She shouted instructions over the roar of the storm, her voice a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. They had to hold on, had to survive. And somehow, miraculously, they did. The boat slammed into the side of the island with a sickening crunch, and the world around them went quiet. The storm had passed, leaving them stranded, bruised, and more than a little shaken.

They waded through the shallows to the beach, where Lisa quickly took stock of their situation. The boat was damaged beyond repair, a sad carcass on the sand. She knew they were in for a long stay. The children clung to her, their wide eyes reflecting fear and uncertainty. She forced a smile, trying to reassure them. "We'll make the best of this, okay?" she said, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "We're going to have an adventure."

With the storm's rage now a distant memory, Lisa's thoughts turned to shelter. The island was uninhabited, or so she thought, and they needed protection from the elements. She set the children to gathering branches and palm leaves while she searched for a suitable spot to build. The task was urgent; nightfall would bring with it dangers she didn't even want to consider.

Her eyes scanned the shoreline, noticing the unmistakable glint of metal in the surf. A small, half-buried chest lay just beyond the reach of the waves. Curiosity piqued, she waded out and dragged it onto the beach. It was heavy, and the lock was rusted, but she managed to pry it open with a snapping sound that echoed through the quiet aftermath of the storm. Inside, she found a treasure trove of survival gear - matches, a knife, fishing hooks, and even a first-aid kit. Her heart soared with relief. They weren't entirely helpless.

The children gathered around, their fear momentarily forgotten as they marveled at the contents. Lisa quickly took stock, her mind racing with plans and possibilities. "Okay, guys," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We're going to build a shelter, and we're going to find food. We're going to be okay." She hoped her confidence was contagious.

The first order of business was to build a fire. She took out the matches from the chest, her hands slightly trembling with anticipation. The children watched with wide eyes as she struck the first one, the flame dancing in the breeze before finding life in the dry tinder she'd gathered. They cheered as it grew, a small but vital victory. The warmth was a comfort, a beacon in the face of the unknown.

As they worked on the shelter, the air grew tense. A distant thud of something heavy hitting the sand had them all freeze in their tracks. They looked up, and their eyes fell upon a group of black men, as naked as the day they were born, standing tall on the beach. The children gasped, their eyes wide with shock and fear. The men were muscular, their skin gleaming with sweat, and adorned with only necklaces made of shells. They carried spears that glinted ominously in the fading light, pointing at the newcomers.

Lisa's smile faded, replaced with a grim determination. She stepped forward, her hands raised in a universal sign of peace. The men didn't look friendly, but she had to try. They spoke in a language she didn't understand, their voices deep and guttural. The children huddled behind her, clutching each other tightly. One of the men, seemingly the leader, stepped closer, his spear aimed at her chest. He was tall, with a scar that ran from his cheek to his ear, a testament to a life lived in the wild.

Her eyes flickered down to his crotch, where a massive black cock hung, thick and heavy, between his muscular thighs. It was a stark contrast to the rest of his lean body, and she couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear mingled with a strange, primal curiosity. His gaze followed hers, and a smirk twisted his lips as he took in her form. She was petite compared to him, her legs long and tanned, the fabric of her shorts stretched taut over the generous curve of her ass. His eyes lingered there, and she knew he was sizing her up, assessing her.

The leader of the naked men took a step closer, his spear still pointed at her, but his eyes never left her body. The children behind her whimpered, their eyes wide with terror. Lisa forced herself to stand tall, to not show any sign of the fear that was bubbling up inside her. She knew that in this moment, she had to be their protector, their rock.

With a grunt, the man lowered his spear and gestured for them to follow. Lisa took a deep breath and nodded, her decision made. They had no choice but to trust these strangers. They set off down the beach, the children clutching her hands tightly, their eyes never leaving the muscular figures that led them inland. The trek was arduous, the jungle dense and unyielding, but the men moved through it with ease, their bare feet silent on the damp earth.

As they approached what appeared to be a village, the sounds of drums and strange, haunting chants grew louder. The children looked up at her with questions in their eyes, but she could only offer a reassuring squeeze of their hands. The village came into view, a collection of huts built from what looked like branches and palm leaves, nestled in a clearing. But there was something eerie about the place, something that didn't quite sit right with her.

The men led them to the center of the village, where a large bonfire crackled and danced, throwing flickering shadows across the ground. The absence of women was stark, and Lisa's stomach knotted with a sense of foreboding. The villagers, all men, gathered around, their eyes on the children. The air was thick with curiosity and something else, something darker.

The leader spoke in a language she couldn't understand, but his tone was clear enough. It was an order. The other men moved to usher the children into one of the larger huts, their expressions unreadable. Lisa's instincts screamed at her to pull them back, to run, but she knew she couldn't. Not without endangering all of them. Instead, she stepped forward, placing herself between the children and the villagers.

With surprising gentleness, the leader took her by the arm, his touch firm but not bruising. She tried to shake him off, her heart racing, but his grip was like iron. He led her away from the group, into the shadows of the jungle. Despite her fear, she couldn't help but feel the heat of his body against hers, the stark difference in their skin tones. He was a creature of this wild island, and she was the intruder.

The tent he brought her to was large and well-constructed, the flaps of animal skin fluttering in the breeze. Inside, it was dimly lit by torches that cast an amber glow over the space. The scent of the fire and the earthy musk of male bodies was intoxicating. He didn't speak, but his eyes never left hers, as if daring her to understand his intentions without words.

With a grace that belied his size, he bent down and laid his spear aside, then reached for the necklace of shells that adorned his chest. With a practiced ease, he untied it and let it fall to the floor, the shells clacking against the packed earth. Lisa's eyes widened as he took his cock in both hands, the dark length of it standing proud and thick, a silent declaration of power and dominance.

The children's whispers and the distant drums seemed to fade away, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the crackle of the fire outside to break the tension. Lisa felt the heat from his body, and she could see the muscles in his arms tense as he held his cock, presenting it to her like a warrior would a trophy. His gaze bore into hers, unyielding and demanding. Despite the fear clutching at her, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Three more of the villagers, their spears held at the ready, ducked into the tent, their eyes alight with a hunger she didn't dare to fully comprehend. They didn't speak, but their intent was clear. They expected her to submit to their leader. The air grew thick with the scent of male dominance, and she knew she had to act fast. With a deep, shaky breath, she stepped forward, her hand reaching out to touch what she had been instructed to.

The leader's cock was massive, a dark, pulsing symbol of his power. She wrapped her small hand around it, trying to ignore the way it seemed to throb under her grip. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she were handling a venomous snake. The villagers watched, their eyes glinting with anticipation. She began to jerk him off, her hand moving up and down with a mechanical precision that belied her revulsion. The feel of his thick, hot flesh made her stomach turn, but she couldn't show it.

The leader's eyes never left hers, his expression unreadable. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, his abs flexing with the effort of his restraint. The other men remained silent, their spears pointed at her in a silent threat that needed no translation. The air was charged with tension, the only sounds the slap of her hand against his skin and the occasional crackle of the fire outside.

As she stroked him, Lisa's mind raced. What did they want from her? Were they expecting some sort of ritual? She tried to ignore the way her stomach churned and her hand trembled. The children's safety was all that mattered. If this was what it took to keep them from harm, she'd do it. She had to.

The leader's cock grew even larger in her grip, swelling with each pump of her hand. She watched in horrified fascination as a bead of precum formed on the tip, glistening in the torchlight. She swallowed hard, forcing down the bile that rose in her throat. The men around her shifted, their eyes never leaving the intimate scene unfolding before them.

Lisa's mind raced. She had to keep the leader satisfied, had to ensure the safety of the children. With each stroke, she tried to push away the thoughts of what might happen next, focusing instead on the here and now. Her hand grew slick with sweat and precum, her movements growing more sure despite the revulsion that churned in her gut. The leader's breath grew ragged, his hips rocking slightly as she worked him over.

And then, without warning, he was there. His cock pulsed in her hand, and a thick rope of sperm shot out, coating her hand and forearm in a sticky, greenish-white liquid that smelled faintly of the sea. She gagged but kept going, her eyes watering as the second, third, and fourth ropes followed, each one hitting her with the force of a small waterfall. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen, the sheer volume of his cum overwhelming.

The leader's eyes rolled back in his head, his breath coming in deep, shuddering gasps. His body was taut with the effort of his climax, his muscles rippling under her touch. The villagers watched in awe, murmurs of approval rippling through the group. Lisa felt a strange mix of relief and horror as the leader's grip on her loosened, his cock finally stilling in her hand.

With a grunt, he stepped back, his chest heaving. He spoke again, his words a gruff command that she couldn't understand, but the meaning was clear. The other men stepped back, allowing her to move. She wiped her hand on her shorts, the sticky residue of his cum a stark reminder of the situation she found herself in. The leader gestured to the tent behind her, his eyes never leaving her face. She took a deep breath and nodded, stepping into the warm, dim space.

The inside was surprisingly clean, the floor covered in soft animal furs. A small fire crackled in one corner, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Lisa looked around, taking in the primitive luxury with a mix of disgust and relief. It was a prison, but it was also a shelter. For now, she had to be grateful for small mercies.

Her clothes were sticky with the leader's cum, the warmth of it making her skin crawl. She knew she needed to clean up, but the thought of washing in the presence of these men was unbearable. Instead, she settled onto one of the furs, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to keep it together, had to think of a plan. The children needed her.

The flaps of the tent closed behind her, plunging the space into darkness. The sounds of the village outside grew distant, replaced by the rhythmic pulse of the jungle. Lisa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, trying to ignore the sticky mess on her hand and arm. She needed to rest, to regain her strength for whatever was to come.

The animal furs beneath her were surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to the horror that had just unfolded. She lay down, her body tense and aching, the fear and revulsion making it hard to relax. But she knew she had to, had to be ready for whatever tomorrow brought. She closed her eyes, listening to the symphony of the night, hoping against hope that sleep would come.

And it did, finally, wrapping her in its warm embrace like a lover's arms. But it was a fitful slumber, filled with nightmares of the sea and the strange, unyielding men who now surrounded her. Her dreams were a tumultuous mess of waves and spears, of the children's terrified faces and the leader's unyielding gaze. She tossed and turned, the sticky residue of the leader's cum a constant reminder of her fate.

The cries of the villagers woke her with a start, her heart racing. The sun had risen, casting a soft, golden light through the cracks in the tent. The air was thick with the smell of cooking meat, and her stomach rumbled despite the knot of anxiety that sat heavy in her gut. She sat up, her hand going to the knife she'd managed to sneak from the chest during the night. It was a small comfort, but it was all she had.

Lisa pushed aside the flaps of the tent, the light momentarily blinding her. The children's laughter and chatter filled her ears, a stark contrast to the tension that had settled over the camp. They were gathered around a large wooden platter piled high with what looked like roasted fish and fruit, their faces smeared with grease and juice. The sight of them, so carefree despite their circumstances, brought a small, sad smile to her face.

Her stomach growled, the scent of the food a tantalizing taunt. She knew she had to eat, had to keep her strength up for whatever lay ahead. As she approached, the children looked up at her, their eyes wide with excitement. They hadn't noticed the leader yet, and she hoped it would stay that way. The last thing they needed was to be scarred by the sight of their protector being used.

The leader strode into the camp, his naked form a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of the jungle. His cock still bore the traces of the day before, the thick, sticky residue of his cum glistening in the sun. He spotted Lisa and a predatory smile spread across his face, his eyes lingering on her. She tried to ignore the way her stomach turned at the sight of him. He walked over, his steps confident and powerful.

"Good morning," she said, her voice a forced casualness that didn't quite hide her fear. The children looked up, their eyes wide and curious.

The leader's hand landed on her bare shoulder, his fingers sliding down to cup her ass. The children's chatter faltered, their smiles slipping away as they took in the sight of his unabashed touch. Lisa's cheeks burned with humiliation, but she forced herself to smile, to act as if this was normal. "Thank you for the food," she said through gritted teeth, hoping he'd get the hint and leave her be.

But he wasn't so easily deterred. His hand squeezed her buttock, his calloused fingers digging into her soft flesh. She winced but kept her voice steady. "The children are hungry," she said, her eyes flicking to the platter of food. The children watched, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear.

The leader's grip tightened, his other hand moving to her waist, pulling her closer to his naked body. His cock, still smeared with the residue of his climax, grew hard against her thigh. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the food, her stomach rumbling in protest. "Please," she said, her voice low and urgent. "Let me feed the children."

He grunted, his smile fading into a more serious expression. His eyes searched hers for a moment, and then, as if understanding her silent plea, he released her. She stepped away, her heart racing, and grabbed a piece of fish, her hand trembling. The children watched her every move, their eyes wide and questioning. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, her hand shaking slightly as she brought the food to her mouth.

The taste of the fish was smoky and sweet, the flesh tender and flaky. She chewed and swallowed, the food sticking in her throat. The leader's eyes never left her, his gaze heavy with unspoken demands. She knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but for now, she had to keep the children's innocence intact. She knelt beside them, handing out portions with shaking hands.

As she worked, she felt his presence behind her, his warm breath on her neck. He was close, too close, and she could feel his cock swelling, the same one that had terrified her the day before. She forced herself to keep smiling, to keep her movements calm and measured. The children were watching, looking to her for guidance, for safety.

He didn't say a word, but his grip on her buttocks grew firmer, his fingers digging into her flesh. She gritted her teeth and focused on the task at hand, ignoring the way his cock was growing, the same one that had painted her arm with his seed. The children's chatter grew quieter, their eyes flicking from her to the leader and back again.

The leader's hand slid down, his thumb grazing the crease of her ass. His erection was now unmistakable, pushing against her thigh. She could feel the heat of it, the pulsing need. She knew she had to get away, had to find some semblance of privacy, but the children were watching, their wide eyes filled with fear. She took another deep breath and handed out more food, her movements mechanical.

As she worked, she felt his other hand move to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her closer, his breath hot and heavy in her ear. "You're mine," he murmured in his gruff, unintelligible language. She understood the tone, the possession in his voice. It was a declaration, a warning. Her heart raced, and she had to fight the urge to pull away, to scream at him to leave her alone.

Instead, she forced a smile over her shoulder, trying to keep the tremble from her voice. "Thank you," she said, hoping the children wouldn't hear the fear in her words. "Thank you for keeping us safe." She hoped the flattery would work, would distract him from his desires long enough for them to eat in peace.

But the leader wasn't so easily swayed. He pulled her to her feet by her hair, his grip surprisingly gentle despite the force of his movements. She winced but didn't resist, her eyes never leaving his. He led her away from the children, his hand a firm presence on her back. The children watched, their expressions a mix of confusion and fear.

The tent was the same as the night before, the animal furs laid out invitingly, the small fire casting shadows on the walls. But there was no invitation in the leader's eyes, only a fierce determination. He pushed her down, his hand still in her hair, and she knelt before him, her heart racing. His cock was already hard, jutting out from his body like a weapon, demanding her attention.

He reached down and pulled at her shorts, the fabric giving way with surprising ease. She felt the coolness of the air on her skin, the fabric pooling around her ankles. His eyes raked over her, his smile widening as he took in the sight of her nakedness. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but he grabbed her wrists, his grip unyielding. He pulled them behind her, forcing her to arch her back, her breasts thrusting forward.

The tip of his cock hovered before her face, the sticky remnants of his seed from the night before glistening in the firelight. His thumb traced a path up the length of his shaft, collecting the cum, and then he brought it to her mouth, his expression a silent command. Lisa felt a surge of revulsion, but she knew she had to submit. With trembling lips, she parted them and allowed him to paint her cheek with his essence, the salty-sweet taste coating her skin.

He grunted in satisfaction, his hand moving to cup her jaw, his thumb pressing against her lower lip. She knew what he wanted, and she tried to hold back the bile that threatened to rise as she leaned in, her tongue tentatively touching the head of his cock. He was still hard, still demanding, and she knew she had to do more than just taste him. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth wider, taking him in.

The thickness of his cock filled her mouth, the taste of his cum salty and musky. She tried to ignore the way her gag reflex twitched, the way the taste of him made her stomach roil. She focused on the children outside, their laughter a distant echo in her ears. This was for them. For their safety.

The leader's hand tightened on the back of her head, guiding her movements, pushing her to take more of him. She choked, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She couldn't. The children's lives depended on her. With each bob of her head, she could feel him growing harder, his breath coming in ragged pants. The villagers watched from outside the tent, their eyes hungry, their spears at the ready.

Her jaw grew sore, her throat tight, but she kept going, her mouth a wet, suckling warmth around his cock. The sounds of her own gagging filled her ears, mingling with his grunts of pleasure. The taste of him grew stronger, and she swallowed, trying not to think of what she was doing. The children's laughter grew distant, replaced by the rhythmic slap of his hips against her face.

He grew more aggressive, his hand fisting in her hair, pulling her onto him harder, faster. The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, her eyes watering. But she kept going, her body responding to his dominance despite her mind's screams of protest. The other villagers watched, their eyes hungry and eager, as if her degradation was a spectacle put on just for them.

The leader's thrusts grew more erratic, his grunts louder. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his abs flexed as he held her in place. He was using her mouth like it was a hole made just for him, his hips moving with an urgency that spoke of a hunger beyond simple lust. She felt used, objectified, but she didn't dare fight it.

Her eyes watered and her throat burned, but she took him deeper, her mouth a wet, desperate suction that he controlled with a brutal efficiency. His grip on her hair tightened, pulling her face into his groin, forcing her to take his entire length. She choked, her eyes bulging, but she managed to swallow around him, the muscles of her throat working to accommodate his thickness.

With a roar, he climaxed, his hot sperm spurting down her throat in endless streams. She couldn't breathe, couldn't even gag properly, as he emptied himself into her, filling her mouth and then her throat, pushing past the barrier of her gag reflex. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure of his cum in her stomach, his seed pumping into her, hot and thick. The children's laughter outside grew faint, replaced by the pounding of her own heart in her ears.

He held her there, his cock pulsing in her throat, as she struggled to keep from passing out. His grip in her hair was like iron, and she knew that if she didn't swallow, she'd suffocate. So she did, her throat working to force down the torrent of his release, her body trembling with the effort. She felt the warmth spread through her, a disgusting, invasive warmth that made her stomach lurch.

When he finally pulled out, she gasped for air, her eyes streaming with tears. She coughed and spat, trying to clear her mouth of the thick, salty taste. The leader's eyes were still on her, his gaze triumphant and possessive. He was still hard, still demanding more, and she knew she couldn't refuse. She had to keep playing this twisted game if she wanted to keep the children safe.

With trembling limbs, Lisa got down on all fours, her eyes never leaving the ground. She felt his hand on her shoulder, guiding her into position. The soft fur of the animal skins did little to cushion the hard earth beneath her, but she didn't dare protest. This was her role now, to serve him, to be his plaything, his vessel.

The leader stepped behind her, his cock still hard and slick from her mouth. He didn't bother with foreplay, didn't bother to ease into her. He simply pushed the thick head of his cock against her pussy, and with one firm thrust, he was inside her. Lisa bit back a scream, her body tightening around the sudden intrusion. The pain was intense, a sharp contrast to the gentle way he'd held her hand the day before.

His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one sending a jolt of agony through her body.She could feel the heat of his cum dripping down her thighs, mixing with her own arousal. Despite herself, she began to get wet, her body betraying her with a traitorous need that she couldn't suppress.

The leader's grunts grew louder, his hips slapping against her ass as he claimed her in front of his people. She closed her eyes, willing herself to think of anything but the pain and humiliation. The children's laughter was a distant memory, replaced by the raw, primal sounds of the jungle that surrounded them.

His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her with an intensity that seemed never-ending. Lisa's mind was a whirlwind of fear and confusion, her body responding to his despite her will. The villagers outside the tent had gathered closer, their eyes glinting with excitement as they watched her submission.

Each time he came, his cum filled her up, the warmth of it spreading through her, making her feel used and dirty. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his cock pulse inside her. The leader didn't relent, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm that sent waves of pain and pleasure crashing through her.

Lisa's body began to adapt to his size, her muscles stretching and contracting around him as he claimed her again and again. She could feel his cum dripping out of her with each movement, leaving a sticky trail that only served to make her feel more humiliated. The hours passed in a blur of pain and submission, his grunts of pleasure the only indication that time was moving forward.

The leader grew more violent with each passing day, his thrusts becoming harder and more erratic. He didn't care about her pain, didn't care about the tears that streamed down her face. All that mattered was his own release, the feeling of her tight, wet cunt milking his cock. She felt bruised and broken, her body a battlefield of his desire.

Each time he finished with her, she stumbled out of the tent, her legs trembling with exhaustion, her face a mask of pain. The children's eyes grew wider with each passing day, their laughter quieter. They knew something was wrong, but they didn't know what. The other villagers whispered about her, their eyes filled with a mix of pity and lust. She was the camp's entertainment now.

The leader's attentions grew more brutal with each passing day, his hunger for her never sated. He took her in every conceivable way, pushing her body to its limits. She bore the bruises and the bites, the marks of his possession with a stoic silence that spoke of her strength. The tent grew sticky with their combined fluids, the smell of sex and sweat permeating the air.

Her once carefree smile was now a grimace of pain, her eyes hollowed by the horror she faced daily. The children watched her with a mix of fear and confusion, their laughter replaced by hushed whispers and worried glances. They knew she was suffering, but they were too young to understand the depth of it.

Each time she emerged from the tent, her body was adorned with new bruises, her legs unsteady from the pounding she'd endured. The leader had no mercy, his need for her growing more feral with each passing day. She'd lost count of how many times she'd felt his cum fill her, only to be pushed out again with his brutal thrusts.

And then, on the fifth day, as the sun was setting, the sound of distant engines pierced the jungle's cacophony. Lisa's heart leaped with hope. Could it be? Rescuers? She gathered the children and whispered to them to stay hidden, not knowing what the villagers would do if they saw outsiders.

The noise grew louder, and soon, a group of men in uniforms appeared through the trees. Their eyes scanned the desolate camp, the abandoned fires and the makeshift shelters. They looked around, searching for any signs of life.

One of the men, a tall and broad-shouldered captain, approached the tent where Lisa had been held. "Is there anyone else with you?" he called out, his voice echoing through the jungle.

The children's chorus of "Yes, Lisa!" was all the answer he needed. He and his team cautiously approached the tent, weapons at the ready. They had no idea what they would find inside. The sight that awaited them was one none of them would ever forget.

Lisa lay on the fur, her body a canvas of bruises and welts. The sticky remnants of the leader's lust clung to her thighs and stomach, a stark testament to the hell she'd endured. Her eyes were dull, her smile long gone, replaced by a haunted look that spoke of a thousand unspoken horrors.

[mintchoccy]

Can you do older sister ALICE’s Sohee rides brother during her most fertile time while he’s sleeping with his fiancée next to him?

WHILE SHE SLEEPS

Sohee x Male Reader

tags: taboo, risky sex, incest, taboo, cheating, creampie

You knock once before stepping inside Sohee’s apartment, your fiancée’s hand in yours.

The door opens and there she is—Sohee, hair tied loosely, tank top showing more than it should. She smiles, wide, sweet, but her eyes are locked on you like she’s been waiting.

“Finally,” Sohee says, pulling both of you into a hug. Her arms slip around you first, lingering just a second too long, pressing her chest against you before she moves to your fiancée. “I’ve been dying to meet her.”

Your fiancée smiles shyly. “Thank you for inviting us over, Sohee-unnie. Your place smells amazing.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me yet. Sit, sit.” Sohee waves you both to the table. “I cooked for hours. At least pretend it’s edible.”

Dinner starts lighthearted, full of chatter between Sohee and your fiancée. You try to stay focused, nodding and adding comments here and there, but Sohee keeps looking at you. Her gaze lingers, lips twitching like she knows a secret.

Halfway through the meal, you feel it—her foot brushing your calf. You jolt, choking a little on your drink.

“Yah, you okay?” your fiancée asks, worried.

“Y-yeah,” you cough, clearing your throat. “Went down wrong.”

Sohee hides a smirk behind her glass of wine. “Clumsy as always.”

You shoot her a look across the table, shaking your head subtly. But she only stretches her leg further, the arch of her foot sliding up your shin under the table.

You grit your teeth, whispering, “Stop it,” low enough so only she can hear.

Her lips curve. She leans in slightly, pretending to grab more side dishes. “What’s wrong?” she murmurs, voice dripping with mischief. “Can’t handle a little touch?”

Your fiancée hums happily beside you, oblivious, while Sohee’s toes press higher, tracing the inside of your thigh.

You grab your chopsticks tighter, nearly snapping them. “Sohee,” you hiss, voice almost breaking.

She only smiles sweetly and turns to your fiancée. “So, how did you two meet again? He never tells me the good details.”

By the time dinner ends, your nerves are shot. You excuse yourself quickly. In the bathroom, you splash water on your face, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“She wouldn’t,” you mutter to yourself. “She wouldn’t actually…”

But deep down, you know she would.

Later, in the guest room, your fiancée sleeps curled into your side. Her breathing is slow, steady. You should be at ease, but your chest feels tight. You can’t stop thinking about Sohee’s smirk, her foot teasing higher and higher under the table.

The door creaks.

You freeze.

“Sohee—” you whisper, sitting up slightly, but she’s already there.

She slips inside, closing the door with barely a sound, and pads over to the bed. She crawls up slowly, straddling you, her breath warm against your face.

“Shh,” she whispers, finger pressing to your lips. “Don’t wake her.”

Your eyes widen. “Are you insane? She’s right—”

“I know.” Sohee grins, rocking her hips down onto your covered cock. “That’s why it feels so good.”

You try to push her off, whispering frantically. “Get off me. This is insane.”

Her hand slides under the blanket, wrapping around your cock through your boxers. You gasp, biting your lip hard.

She leans close, lips brushing your ear. “One sound, and I’ll scream,” she whispers. “I’ll tell her you’re trying to fuck your stepsister.”

Your heart slams against your chest. “You wouldn’t…”

Her hand squeezes tighter. “Try me.”

You swallow hard, helpless as she tugs your boxers down just enough. She pulls her panties aside, lining herself up.

“Sohee—please—” you beg, voice trembling.

She smiles wickedly. “Say it again. I like hearing you beg.”

Before you can answer, she sinks down onto you, slow, inch by inch, until she’s seated fully. You groan into your hand, muffling the sound.

“Ohh, fuck,” she whispers shakily, eyes fluttering. “God, you’re deep…”

Your fiancée stirs beside you. Both of you freeze.

Sohee’s hips grind down, every roll squeezing you tighter inside her. The wet sounds are obscene, and you pray your fiancée’s breathing stays steady.

“Sohee…” you whisper, voice strained. “We can’t—ahh—”

She slaps a hand over your mouth again, leaning down until her lips brush your ear. “Shut up. You’ll wake her. Unless that’s what you want…”

You shake your head frantically, muffled against her palm.

“Then stop fighting me,” she whispers, smirking as she starts bouncing slowly on your cock, her breasts brushing against your chest. “God, you’re stretching me so good… you’re perfect for me.”

Your body bucks despite yourself, your cock driving deeper into her. She bites her lip to hold back a moan, nails scratching down your stomach.

“You like it, don’t you?” she murmurs, pulling her hand off your mouth just long enough for you to gasp air. “Fucking your big sister while your fiancée sleeps right next to you. Say it.”

You glare at her, jaw clenched. “You’re insane.”

Her grin widens, wicked. She slams down harder, the wet slap of her thighs against yours louder than before. You freeze, both of you glancing at your fiancée—still asleep, barely shifting.

Sohee leans close again, whispering: “One more thrust and she’ll wake up… do you want that? Do you want her to open her eyes and see me creaming on your cock?”

You swallow hard, shaking your head.

“That’s what I thought,” she smirks.

She shifts suddenly, grabbing your hand and forcing it onto her ass. “Hold me,” she orders. “Grip me tight while I use you.”

You do, helplessly, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rides you harder. Every bounce drives her wetter walls down your length, squeezing every twitch.

Your breath hitches. “S-Sohee—fuck—I can’t—”

Her hand slaps over your mouth again, hissing, “Quiet.” She grinds in a slow circle, pushing you against her deepest spot. Her breath stutters. “Right there—fuck—don’t move, just let me—ahh—”

She buries her face in your neck, muffling her moans, hips jerking erratically as she chases her release. Her whispers come out broken, desperate:

“Your cock—oh god—it’s too good—”

“You’re making me cum—fuck—I can’t stop—”

“Don’t you dare pull out—I want every drop inside me—”

Her pussy tightens like a vice, spasming around you as she cums hard, biting down on your shoulder to keep quiet. Her juices coat your cock, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

But she isn’t done.

Still trembling, she pulls off slowly, your cock slick and throbbing in the dark. She smirks, grabbing your jaw. “Don’t think you’re finished yet.”

You whisper hoarsely, “Sohee, enough—please—”

“Mm-mm,” she shakes her head, already sliding down the bed. “You’re not done until I say so.”

She pushes the blanket down just enough to expose your cock, glistening in the dim light. She spits on it quietly, then strokes you with one hand while glancing at your fiancée’s sleeping form.

“Look at her,” Sohee whispers, voice dripping with venomous lust. “Sleeping so peacefully while I play with her fiancé’s cock. Should I wake her? Should I make her watch while I swallow you whole?”

You grit your teeth, whispering back: “Don’t—don’t you dare—”

Her smirk widens. “Then stay quiet.”

She bends down, wrapping her lips around you, sucking slow and wet. The slurping sound makes you panic, terrified it’ll wake your fiancée. You clutch the blanket, body tense, trying to hold in every groan.

Sohee pulls off with a quiet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mmm… I love how you taste. But I’m not wasting this load.”

She climbs back over you, sliding down onto your cock again in one smooth motion. Both of you bite back gasps.

“Fuck—yes,” she whispers harshly, riding you harder this time. “Give it to me—fill me up until I can’t hold it in.”

Her nails dig into your shoulders, her face twisted in pleasure as she bounces faster. The wet slap of her ass against your thighs grows louder.

Your fiancée shifts again, sighs, then turns over, arm brushing yours. Both of you freeze.

Sohee leans in close, sweat dripping, her lips brushing your cheek. “One more thrust and she’ll wake up,” she teases. “Do you want her to find out how good her man cums for his sister?”

Your restraint shatters. You thrust up hard into her, and she gasps, biting down on your lip to muffle the sound. Her pussy clenches violently, milking you as your orgasm rips through you.

Hot cum spills inside her, thick and endless, and she grinds desperately to take it all, her body shaking as another climax hits her.

Her forehead drops to yours, both of you panting silently, trembling from the intensity.

Finally, she whispers, voice hoarse, “That’s it… good boy. You’re mine now. She can never fuck you like I can.”

She slowly lifts off, cum dripping out of her, and pushes it back inside with her fingers. She smears some across your cock, then leans down to lick it clean with a filthy grin.

Kissing you softly, she whispers one last time: “Sleep well. Tomorrow, you’ll look at her, and only you will know your cock was inside me all night.”

And with that, she slips away into the dark, leaving you ruined beneath the blanket, your fiancée still asleep at your side.

[mintchoccy]

That Sweet Lips Of Yours

Yandere TripleS Sohyun & Nakyoung X Male Reader

Tags : Yandere, Obsessed, Obsession, Dominant Female, Spicy, Slight Smut, Suicidal, Kinky, Kissing, Slight BDSM!, Slow Burn, Older Female, Goth

Words : 5,877 Words

The first day of orientation at Jooshin University was never supposed to be special. You walked into the crowded hall with your bag hanging low on your shoulder, a face in a sea of new students, unnoticed, unimportant. The air buzzed with chatter, the sound of chairs scraping against the tiled floor, the constant shuffle of restless bodies packed too tightly in one space. You were just another freshman, nervous and trying not to look it, brushing off the sweat that gathered at your temple as the sound of a microphone screeching cut through the chaos.

“Quiet down.”

The voice was cold, commanding, almost bored, and it belonged to her.

Park Sohyun.

You didn’t know her name yet, but you saw her before you heard her—the tall girl in loose jeans and a varsity jacket, leaning against the edge of the stage like she owned the entire hall, a cocky smirk tugging at her lips as the crowd slowly silenced under her gaze. She wasn’t trying to be loud or commanding, yet her presence alone swallowed the noise, drew attention like a storm cloud blotting out the sun. Her short black hair framed her sharp face, her posture exuded careless strength, and her eyes scanned the room like she was searching for prey.

Beside her stood Kim Nakyoung.

If Sohyun was a storm, Nakyoung was the shadow after it—quiet, heavy, inescapable. Dressed in black from head to toe, with a long skirt that brushed the stage floor and dark eyeliner that sharpened the already sharp angles of her pale face, she looked out into the crowd as though none of this mattered, as though everyone here was beneath her. Her lips were painted a muted red, the kind that seemed to whisper danger without a sound.

Her voice followed, low and measured, almost lazy but carrying a weight that lingered long after it fell from her lips. “Find your seats. Don’t waste our time.”

The students around you obeyed instantly, shuffling into chairs, eyes darting between the two girls like nervous children trying not to anger their strict teachers. You felt it too—the pressure, the unspoken authority they radiated. These two were clearly not just ordinary students. They were third-years, members of the event committee, the ones in charge of making sure this orientation went smoothly. And judging by the way they carried themselves, they were used to people listening, used to being admired, feared, or both.

At first you didn’t care. You thought they were just arrogant upperclassmen, playing their role with too much seriousness. You avoided their eyes when they swept across the hall, focusing instead on the notebook you carried, doodling small lines just to look busy, just to avoid the weight of their attention.

But you were wrong.

Because later, much later, those same eyes would never leave you.

The orientation dragged on, hours of lectures, introductions, and performances. The heat inside the hall only grew worse as the day stretched on, the air heavy with sweat and impatience. You shifted in your seat, watching as Sohyun moved across the stage, her voice booming now as she explained schedules and assignments, commanding laughter out of the crowd as easily as she commanded silence earlier. Nakyoung remained quieter, her sharp gaze darting across the students as if evaluating them, her lips curving into something that was not quite a smile whenever someone stumbled nervously during introductions.

You didn’t realize it then, but their eyes passed over you more than once.

Cold, dismissive, yet lingering.

It wasn’t personal—at least, not yet.

The accident happened in a blur.

It was late afternoon, the crowd restless, the committee preparing the stage for the closing act. You sat near the back, your head throbbing slightly from the constant noise, when you noticed the creaking. At first it was faint, almost lost in the chatter. The sound of metal straining against weight. Then it grew louder, sharper, and before you could react, the overhead lighting rig swayed, its joints snapping with a crack that split the air.

The screams came instantly, the crowd scattering as the massive frame gave way.

And right beneath it—Sohyun and Nakyoung.

They didn’t notice. They were still on stage, distracted, Nakyoung flipping through a clipboard and Sohyun laughing at some committee member’s joke, oblivious to the shadow looming above them. Your body moved before your mind could process it, adrenaline forcing your legs forward, shoving past students as you lunged toward the stage.

“Move!” you shouted, your voice cracking, but neither of them reacted in time.

You climbed onto the stage and grabbed Sohyun’s arm, yanking her down hard, your body colliding with hers as the rig came crashing down, the sound of shattering glass and metal shaking the hall. You felt Nakyoung stumble against you too, your shoulder slamming into her ribs as you shoved both girls out of the impact zone, your back nearly taking the brunt of a falling bar before you rolled to the side.

The stage collapsed halfway, dust rising, screams echoing, and for a moment, the world was chaos.

Then silence.

Your ears rang as you pushed yourself up, coughing, your chest burning from the effort. You turned, your hands trembling, and saw them.

Sohyun, wide-eyed, her usual smugness gone, her lips parted in shock as she stared at you like she couldn’t believe what just happened. Her jacket was torn at the sleeve, her hair messy, but she was alive. Nakyoung knelt beside her, dust clinging to her dark clothes, her pale face unreadable except for her eyes—sharp, unblinking, fixed entirely on you.

The look wasn’t gratitude. It wasn’t relief.

It was something else.

Something darker.

The rest of the day was a blur of sirens, staff shouting, students being escorted out of the hall. You answered questions half-dazed, insisting you were fine, brushing off the small cut on your arm. The committee tried to handle damage control, and in the chaos, you lost sight of Sohyun and Nakyoung.

You thought maybe that was it. Maybe you saved them, and that was all.

But you were wrong.

Because as you left the building later that evening, your bag slung over your shoulder and your head still pounding from the noise, you heard footsteps behind you. Slow, deliberate, calculated. When you turned, both of them were there.

Sohyun stood with her hands in her jacket pockets, her smirk small but sharp, her eyes gleaming with something that wasn’t exactly gratitude. Nakyoung lingered a step behind her, her arms folded loosely, her expression unreadable but her gaze locked onto you in a way that made your stomach tighten.

“You move fast for a freshman,” Sohyun said first, her voice smooth, almost teasing, but layered with something heavier beneath it. She leaned in just slightly, close enough that you caught the faint scent of her perfume, something faintly citrus but sharp, like her.

Nakyoung tilted her head, her dark hair falling across her cheek as she regarded you. Her lips curved, faintly, like she was holding back laughter. “You didn’t even hesitate,” she murmured, her tone soft, almost lazy, but the words themselves sank deep into you. “That kind of… devotion. It’s rare.”

You swallowed hard, unsure how to respond, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as their eyes pinned you in place. You expected a quick ‘thank you,’ maybe a polite nod before they disappeared back into their world where they belonged—older, higher, untouchable. But they didn’t move. They lingered.

Then Sohyun spoke again, her smirk widening just enough to show teeth. “We owe you.”

Nakyoung’s voice slid in smoothly, like silk over a blade. “And we always pay our debts.”

The way they said it sent a strange chill down your spine, though neither of them looked away from you. Sohyun’s hand brushed your arm lightly, deliberately, as though testing how you’d react to her touch. Nakyoung’s eyes narrowed, studying the faint flinch you couldn’t hide.

“There’s a welcome party tomorrow,” Sohyun said casually, though her tone left no room for refusal. “For new executive members. Committee’s tradition.”

Nakyoung’s smirk mirrored hers, though colder. “We’d like you there.”

Your mouth opened slightly, confusion tightening in your chest. “Executive… members? But I’m not—”

“You are now,” Sohyun interrupted smoothly, her grin widening as she tilted her head. “Consider it… our way of saying thank you.”

Nakyoung stepped closer then, her hand brushing the strap of your bag, her eyes never leaving yours. “Come,” she said simply, her tone soft yet commanding, the kind of voice you couldn’t argue with. “We’ll be waiting.”

And just like that, they turned and walked away, leaving you standing frozen on the dimly lit path, the weight of their words pressing down like invisible chains.

They hadn’t just noticed you.

They had chosen you.

A New Day arrived, The bass hit you before you even entered the hall. The muffled thump of music rattled against the closed doors, vibrating through the soles of your shoes as you climbed the last step. You adjusted your shirt nervously, your palms clammy against the fabric, and wondered for the hundredth time if coming here was a mistake.

You told yourself it was just a welcome party, just a casual gathering the committee had mentioned. Nothing more. Nothing dangerous. Nothing binding.

But your chest tightened all the same when you pushed the door open.

The room was a blur of flashing lights, the faint haze of smoke machines mixing with the bitter tang of alcohol, laughter spilling out in waves. Dozens of students filled the space—older, louder, effortlessly confident, the kind of people who already knew each other, who belonged. And then there was you. A freshman. Out of place. Too stiff in the middle of it all.

You scanned the room quickly, hoping to slip in unnoticed, maybe grab a drink, maybe survive the night without drawing attention. But the plan shattered the moment your eyes met theirs.

Two pairs.

Sharp. Knowing.

Park Sohyun leaned casually against the back of the sofa, her legs spread wide, an arm draped carelessly across the backrest, as though the entire room was hers. The dim light reflected against her eyes, narrowing with amusement as they found you in the crowd. A smirk curved her lips instantly, sharp and dangerous, like she had been waiting just for this.

Beside her, Kim Nakyoung sat poised with her back straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her long black skirt flowing around her legs. She didn’t smile. She didn’t need to. Her gaze cut through the noise and the lights and pinned you where you stood, her expression as calm as ever, her lips painted dark, her eyes glittering with something that made your throat go dry.

And in that instant, you knew.

They hadn’t just invited you. They had been waiting.

You barely took two steps into the room before Sohyun was on her feet. She pushed through the crowd without so much as an excuse me, her tall frame parting the noise until she reached you. She didn’t say a word, didn’t ask permission—she just hooked her fingers around your wrist and tugged you forward, her smirk widening when you stumbled into her orbit.

“There you are,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, as if you had kept her waiting longer than she liked.

Before you could respond, Nakyoung appeared at your other side, silent but swift, her cool fingers brushing against your arm as she took it, gently but firmly, as though to balance you. Her face tilted just slightly toward yours, her voice a soft whisper you barely heard over the music.

“You came,” she said, and though the words were simple, they sank into you with strange weight, like you’d fulfilled an unspoken promise.

Together, they pulled you through the crowd, ignoring the glances, the curious stares of other students, until they reached the sofa they’d claimed as their throne. Sohyun shoved aside a half-empty bottle and motioned for you to sit between them, her grin unshakable. Nakyoung followed smoothly, settling on your other side, her skirt brushing your leg as she crossed her ankles neatly.

And just like that, the two of them caged you in.

The music, the laughter, the party—it all blurred into background noise, fading against the suffocating closeness of the girls at either side of you. Sohyun draped her arm across the back of the sofa again, the tips of her fingers brushing your shoulder lightly, teasingly, as if daring you to lean away. Nakyoung rested her elbow against the armrest, her chin lightly against her palm, her eyes unwavering as she studied your profile.

Sohyun reached for a glass on the table, pressed it into your hand with a smirk. “Drink.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

You hesitated, staring at the amber liquid swirling in the cup, but the weight of her gaze left no room for refusal. You lifted it, the burn of alcohol sliding down your throat sharp and unfamiliar, and she chuckled, low and amused.

“Not bad,” she murmured, leaning closer until her breath brushed against your ear. “For a freshman.”

Nakyoung’s fingers tapped lightly against her own glass, her eyes still locked on you, calm but unreadable. “Tell us,” she said quietly, her tone smooth and deliberate. “What do you like?”

Your head snapped toward her, caught off guard by the sudden question. “What… I like?”

“Hobbies,” Sohyun clarified, though her tone was more mocking than helpful. She swirled the liquid in her glass, watching you over the rim. “What do you do when you’re not throwing yourself under collapsing stages for girls you don’t know?”

Your mouth went dry. You stammered something vague about books, music, drawing—anything to fill the silence—but they listened with unnerving intensity, as though each word you spoke was a secret being carved into their skin.

Nakyoung’s lips curved faintly, her eyes flicking down to your hands, then back up to your face. “Books,” she repeated softly, almost like she was savoring the word. “What kind?”

You answered, stumbling through your explanation, but her gaze never left you, drinking in every detail. Sohyun laughed at your nervousness, shaking her head.

“He’s cute,” she said flatly, tipping her glass back for another swallow. “I like how he fumbles.”

Your cheeks burned, but before you could defend yourself, Nakyoung leaned closer, her voice a near whisper, her breath brushing against your skin. “And what kind of girls,” she asked softly, “do you like?”

The question hit you harder than the alcohol. Both of them stared at you now—Sohyun’s grin sharp and daring, Nakyoung’s calm and patient, like a predator waiting for her prey to move.

Your heart pounded. Your words tangled. And in that silence, with their bodies pressing closer, with their eyes consuming you whole, you realized something terrifying.

They weren’t just curious.

They were dissecting you.

Piece by piece.

Sohyun leaned closer, her arm brushing yours, her smirk widening as your stammered answer died in your throat. “What kind of girls do you like, huh? Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”

Nakyoung tilted her head, her dark eyes narrowing, her voice colder but somehow softer. “Be careful how you answer.”

Your chest tightened, the two of them pressing closer, their eyes devouring you. You tried to laugh it off, to mutter something noncommittal, but Sohyun slid a fresh glass toward you, her smirk daring.

“Drink.”

You shook your head faintly. “I— I’ve had enough, maybe—”

Her hand caught yours before you could push it away, her grip firm, the edge of her nails grazing your skin as she shoved the glass back into your hand. “I wasn’t asking.”

Nakyoung’s lips curved into a faint smile as she watched you hesitate, her voice sliding into your ear like silk. “Just one more. For us.”

Something in the way she said it made resistance impossible. Your throat burned as you swallowed, the alcohol bitter, sharper than before. Too sharp. The heat spread faster this time, crawling through your chest, making your head swim.

You blinked, your vision swaying, the music growing distant, warped, muffled. Your fingers tightened uselessly around the glass, your body refusing to steady itself.

Sohyun chuckled, watching your reaction with open satisfaction. “Lightweight.”

Nakyoung leaned in, her cool fingers brushing your wrist, her touch lingering far too long. “No,” she murmured, her smirk subtle. “He’s pliant.”

Your pulse spiked, a sudden dread clawing at the edges of your haze. Something was wrong. Something more than alcohol. The realization came too late.

The world tilted.

Sohyun’s hand was suddenly on your back, steadying you as you sagged against her shoulder. “Easy there, rookie,” she whispered, almost tender but laced with something else, something hungrier.

Nakyoung stood smoothly, her skirt brushing your legs as she reached for your other arm, her voice as calm as ever. “He needs air. Come.”

And no one questioned it. No one stopped them. Why would they? These were Park Sohyun and Kim Nakyoung, untouchable, unapproachable, admired by everyone in the room. If they wanted to take the weak freshman away, no one would dare interfere.

You wanted to protest, to speak, but your tongue felt heavy, your body sluggish. Their hands guided you easily through the crowd, Sohyun’s grip tight and possessive, Nakyoung’s touch deceptively gentle, her cold fingers stroking your wrist as if soothing you.

The hallway was quieter, darker. The door to the outside opened, the night air cold against your heated skin. You staggered, your knees threatening to give out, but they held you upright with practiced ease, as if this was routine.

Sohyun’s voice broke the silence, her smirk audible. “Told you he’d fold quick.”

Nakyoung’s gaze slid to you, her eyes glinting in the streetlight, her lips curving faintly. “He’s already ours.”

You didn’t remember the walk. Just fragments. Pavement under your feet. Their voices low, conspiratorial, wrapping around you like a net. The cold night. A door unlocking. Warmth swallowing you again.

When you came to, you weren’t in your dorm.

The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls. Your arms ached. You tried to move, but leather straps bit into your wrists, binding them tightly to the headboard of a bed you didn’t recognize. Your legs were bound too, ankles pressed against the posts, leaving you completely exposed, completely helpless.

Panic spiked through the haze, your breath coming fast. “W—What the hell—”

“Shhh.”

Nakyoung’s voice, calm and cold, as she stepped into view. She sat gracefully at the edge of the bed, her dark hair falling forward as her hand cupped your cheek lightly, her thumb stroking your skin with deceptive gentleness. “You’ll wake the neighbors.”

Sohyun appeared on your other side, crouching so her face hovered close, her smirk wide and predatory. She reached out, her hand gripping your chin firmly, tilting your face toward hers. “Relax. We’re just making sure you don’t run off.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. “Untie me!”

Sohyun chuckled low, leaning in until her lips nearly brushed your ear. “That’s cute. You really think you get a say?”

Nakyoung’s fingers trailed down your throat, her nails light but sharp enough to leave a sting. “We saved you a place,” she murmured softly, her eyes burning into yours. “Right here. With us.”

Sohyun’s hand slid from your chin to your shoulder, squeezing possessively. “You threw yourself into danger for us, remember? That means you belong here.”

Nakyoung leaned closer, her cold breath brushing your lips. “We don’t let go of what’s ours.”

And then they smirked, in unison, their eyes gleaming with the same feverish hunger, the same obsession.

You realized too late—

This wasn’t gratitude.

This was a claim.

Your chest heaved as their words sank in, the weight of their obsession pressing heavier than the ropes around your wrists.

Sohyun tilted your head back with a firm grip, her lips brushing dangerously close. “You’re ours now. You feel it too, don’t you?”

Nakyoung’s touch slid lower, tracing your chest, her eyes molten with desire. “Stop fighting it. Look at us.”

When you met their gazes, both girls stared at you with an intensity that stole your breath—love twisted with lust, devotion tangled with obsession.

And then, without hesitation, they leaned in, their lips crashing against yours, sealing their claim.

You felt the ropes biting into your wrists and ankles, your body taut with helpless tension, but it wasn’t fear that consumed you entirely—it was something more complicated, more confusing. Your chest heaved as Sohyun and Nakyoung circled you like predators, their gazes heavy with an intensity that made your heart pound in uneven rhythms.

Sohyun crouched beside you first, her long fingers brushing along your torso lightly, almost teasing, as if testing the boundaries of your patience. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. “So… vulnerable. So pliant. I love it.”

Nakyoung mirrored her, her dark eyes unblinking, her fingers tracing over your shoulder and down your arm. “You belong here,” she said, her tone deceptively gentle, yet every word dripped with ownership. “With us.”

Your body quivered despite yourself. You wanted to pull away, wanted to shout, wanted to resist—but the alcohol still lingered, your body buzzing from it, your muscles weak and pliant. And theirs were strong, confident, deliberate.

Sohyun leaned closer, pressing a knee between yours, her hand sliding to your chest, tracing over the hard line of your ribs as her lips hovered near your ear. “Don’t fight it,” she whispered, a smirk brushing against your skin. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Nakyoung pressed her body against your other side, her fingers tracing along your jaw, tilting your head toward her. Her breath was cool, deliberate, contrasting Sohyun’s warmth. “We’re gentle… but only for now. You’ll learn soon enough who’s in charge.”

A shiver ran through you, a mix of panic, anticipation, and raw need. Your mind screamed that this was wrong—but your body betrayed you, betraying your own protests. You gasped when Sohyun’s lips brushed over your collarbone, teasing and light, while Nakyoung’s mouth found your neck, sucking softly but firmly, leaving heat and sting in her wake.

Sohyun giggled low, a sound that should have been playful but felt predatory in the darkened room. “You’re going to obey us,” she murmured against your skin, “and you’re going to like it.”

Nakyoung’s fingers slid down to the waistband of your pants, pressing gently, making you jerk slightly, eyes wide and breath hitching. “Shhh,” she cooed softly. “We just want to see how much you’ll beg… and how quickly you’ll melt.”

And then they began.

Sohyun’s hands roamed first, sliding down your sides, teasing along your hips, flicking lightly across sensitive spots that made your body betray your confusion further. She leaned in, pressing her mouth against your chest, licking and biting in turn, each movement calculated, playful, and teasing.

Nakyoung mirrored her motions on the other side, her mouth tracing patterns up your ribs, over your shoulder, leaving hot, wet trails on your skin. She whispered words that made your head spin, calling you mine, ours, murmuring about how perfect it felt to have you here, completely at their mercy.

Your body shuddered under the dual assault, heat pooling low and hot in a way that made your thoughts scatter, made it impossible to remember anything but them. Every touch, every flick of their fingers, every warm press of their lips sent shockwaves through you. You were theirs already, whether you admitted it or not.

Sohyun’s hand slid lower, teasing the edges of your underwear, pressing with a boldness that made you gasp. Nakyoung followed almost immediately, stroking and teasing, giggling softly when you squirmed helplessly against the ropes. “Look at you,” Nakyoung whispered, her lips brushing your jaw. “So sensitive. So weak for us.”

Sohyun’s grin widened, and she leaned back slightly to watch your reactions, eyes glittering with obsession. “I love how easily you melt,” she murmured. “We’ve barely even started.”

Then, almost in synchrony, they began to take turns more directly. Sohyun pressed herself closer, lips and hands claiming, teasing, coaxing, while Nakyoung alternated, her touch and mouth just as demanding but slower, more deliberate, savoring every shiver and gasp. Your head spun with the heat, pleasure and panic interlaced, your mind whispering that this was wrong even as your body screamed yes.

“You’re ours,” Sohyun said suddenly, her lips brushing over your ear, teeth nipping lightly. “Every inch of you belongs to us. Do you understand?”

You tried to speak, but Nakyoung silenced you with a finger over your lips, a wicked grin curling her dark-painted lips. “You don’t need to speak,” she said. “We’ll hear it in your body.”

And hear it they did.

They alternated their dominance, Sohyun laughing when you twitched under her lips, Nakyoung giggling softly when your hips betrayed you and jerked toward her hands. They whispered, teased, laughed, all while you could only shiver, gasp, and plead silently in your head, too dazed, too dizzy from the alcohol and the overwhelming sensations to fight.

Your own protests were muffled by the ropes, by their bodies, by the intoxicating intensity of their attention. You wanted to tell them to stop, to slow down—but every second made you ache, made you tremble under their touch, made you obey without realizing you had.

Sohyun leaned in, whispering hot against your throat, “You’ll learn. You’ll beg. You’ll love being ours.”

Nakyoung pressed a kiss to your collarbone, soft but firm, murmuring, “We only want what’s ours. That’s you. Completely.”

They moved in perfect sync, hands and mouths alternating, teasing and claiming, laughter and whispers blending into a symphony of obsession and pleasure. Every gasp, every shiver, every low moan was met with encouragement, with teasing, with a love that felt suffocating and overwhelming all at once.

Your mind swirled. This was wrong. It was intense, too fast, too much—but their presence, their attention, the way they laughed softly at your helplessness, the way they shared you between them, left you trembling in a mixture of fear, guilt, and insatiable need.

Sohyun’s fingers pressed, pinched, teased, while Nakyoung’s lips found every sensitive spot, and your body responded without control, betraying the arguments your mind tried to make. You were theirs. Already theirs.

Nakyoung’s fingers entwined with yours, pressing them to the ropes as if to remind you, whispering, “Feel it. This is what being ours means.”

Sohyun pressed her forehead to yours briefly, smirking, giggling low. “We’ll make you obey. We’ll make you ours entirely. And you’ll love it.”

Their combined movements became almost hypnotic, a relentless push and pull of sensation and whispered ownership. The ropes, the alcohol, the exhaustion—they all melted away under the feverish dominance of their hands, mouths, and voices. Your body shook with need and confusion, your mind fractured between the intense pleasure and the guilt of being helpless, being claimed.

Then, simultaneously, they pressed their lips to yours, one on each side, lips and tongues weaving together in a possessive, demanding kiss that left you gasping, trapped in the deliciously suffocating grip of their obsession.

You tried to pull back, tried to protest, but Nakyoung’s hands held you in place, Sohyun’s lips pressed harder, and suddenly it didn’t matter anymore. Every nerve, every shiver, every gasp, every tremble screamed only one truth:

You were theirs. Completely.

And as their lips moved in rhythm with their hands, as laughter and moans mingled in the dimly lit room, you realized you wouldn’t fight them anymore. Not tonight. Not ever.

Because they weren’t just dominating you—they were loving you. Twistedly, obsessively, completely.

And you… you were already lost.

The night ends in a daze, as you Slowly doze off, and fell asleep. Nakyoung and Sohyun were still laughing, as they caresses your hair, telling you to sleep well.Once you woke up, The two were already gone, as they left you some food and drinks on their table. You thought they're obsession would end, or would slow down. But boy were you wrong. You had thought the worst had happened behind closed doors, that their obsession would be confined to the apartment, to late nights where only the ropes and whispers defined your reality. But now, standing in the open, the campus buzzing with students hurrying to classes and coffee carts clattering with trays, you realized—they weren’t stopping. They had no intention of hiding you, of keeping their claim secret.

Sohyun leaned casually against the brick wall, her long arms crossed over her chest, eyes scanning you with that sharp, predatory amusement. Nakyoung stood beside her, hands in her pockets, black nails catching the sunlight, her gaze dark and unflinching, a smirk curving her lips. The way they looked at you made your stomach knot, a mixture of dread, anticipation, and undeniable need.

The moment you approached, Sohyun’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with that same firm but teasing grip, pulling you close. “Come on,” she said, voice low and commanding, “you’re ours, right? Don’t forget.”

Nakyoung’s fingers brushed along your jaw as she added, soft but deliberate, “Everyone’s going to see. Everyone needs to know.”

You froze, panic flaring, heart pounding. Your eyes darted toward the students passing by, some glancing curiously, some too engrossed to notice, and yet—Sohyun and Nakyoung didn’t care. They had no intention of blending in.

Sohyun’s lips brushed against your ear, warm and demanding. “Relax. You belong to us. You’ll show them, won’t you?”

Nakyoung pressed her body against yours subtly, shoulder to chest, her breath ghosting across your temple. “We want everyone to know,” she whispered, her fingers sliding down your arm, curling around your hand possessively. “We don’t share. We never will.”

Your cheeks burned, your throat tight. You wanted to protest, to resist, to hide—but the firm grip of their hands, the intensity of their eyes, the heat rolling through you, made your body betray your thoughts. You could only nod, almost instinctively, even as your mind screamed that this was madness.

Sohyun laughed, low and teasing, tugging your wrist so you walked between them, their arms draping over you, claiming you openly. Nakyoung’s fingers intertwined with yours, holding you close, whispering words only you could hear, possessive and laced with lust.

“See that?” Sohyun murmured as a group of students passed nearby, eyes flicking toward you. “That’s you. Our freshman. Everyone will know.”

Nakyoung leaned closer, her lips grazing your cheek, a shiver running down your spine. “They’re going to remember you belong to us,” she said softly. “And you’ll like it. You already do.”

You tried to speak, but your voice faltered, a wet, shaky exhale that barely carried. They smiled, triumphant, and tightened their hold. Sohyun pressed her chest against yours briefly, playful but possessive. Nakyoung’s hand moved lower, brushing the edge of your jeans, teasing lightly under the guise of brushing dust from your sleeve.

The campus felt like it shrank around you. Every laugh, every step, every passing glance seemed magnified. And yet, you were trapped in their orbit, helpless, consumed by the intoxicating mixture of fear, embarrassment, and the rush of pleasure that began to bloom from their touches.

Sohyun leaned in, whispering into your ear, “Show them you’re ours. Say it.”

Nakyoung’s fingers tightened in yours as she pressed a light kiss to your neck. “Say it,” she echoed softly, her lips grazing your jaw. “Say it loud enough that everyone knows.”

Your mind scrambled. This was insane. Wrong. Yet your body, already attuned to their dominance, betrayed your protests. Your lips parted, a quiet, trembling admission escaping: “I… I’m… yours…”

They exchanged a glance, grins flickering, their eyes alight with triumph and hunger. “Louder,” Sohyun purred. “We want to hear it.”

You took a shaky breath and said it again, louder, your voice cracking: “I’m yours! I’m yours!”

Nakyoung laughed softly, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips, tasting the fear and need on your tongue. Sohyun followed, her own mouth meeting yours with playful force, teasing and claiming at once. You shivered, overwhelmed, the ropes of desire tightening around you as much as the mental grip they had over you.

The campus, the students, the passing professors—it all faded. Nothing existed but their hands, their lips, their gaze, their claim. They made you walk down the pathway between the lecture halls, arms draped over you, fingers entwined with yours, lips brushing your ear and jaw in turn. Every touch was a signal, a message, a warning to anyone who might look twice: this freshman was theirs, completely.

A small crowd of curious students started to notice, whispering under their breaths, some giggling, some wide-eyed. Sohyun tilted her head to look at them, a smirk curling her lips. “See? You’re watching,” she said softly to you, brushing your cheek. “They know you belong to us. That’s right.”

Nakyoung leaned close, her warm breath making you shiver. “Good boy,” she murmured, her nails tracing delicate patterns down your chest through your shirt. “You’re behaving so well for us.”

Your mind spun. Confused, dazed, humiliated, and impossibly turned on. Every step, every touch, every whisper anchored you further to them. You wanted to resist, wanted to hide, but their grip—physical and emotional—was absolute. They had claimed you publicly, and every instinct you had told you to fight, yet your body responded with obedience, with need.

Sohyun bent lower, brushing her lips along your jaw, then flicking her tongue across your ear. “We’re going to take you everywhere,” she whispered, voice playful and commanding. “And everyone will know. You’ll never be able to hide. You’ll love being ours.”

Nakyoung’s fingers danced down your torso, brushing against sensitive skin under the guise of adjusting your shirt. Her lips pressed to your neck in quick, deliberate kisses, each one leaving a burn of desire that made your body tremble. “We don’t let go,” she whispered. “We never let go. And neither will you.”

They walked you through the campus, side by side, arms draped over you, whispering words of ownership, teasing, demanding, laughing softly at your flustered, trembling reactions. Every glance from other students, every small murmur, only heightened the intensity, the thrill, the suffocating heat of being caught, displayed, and claimed.

Sohyun stopped suddenly near the fountain in the quad, pulling you close against her. Nakyoung mirrored her, pressing from the other side. They pressed their lips to yours simultaneously, kissing you with slow, teasing dominance, tongues flicking and lips pressing, making you moan softly in the open air. Your eyes flicked to the passing students, some staring, some whispering, but the ropes of obedience and desire wound tighter around you, leaving no room for shame, no room for escape.

“You’re ours,” Sohyun murmured against your lips. “Every inch, every heartbeat. Don’t forget it.”

Nakyoung’s hands slid along your chest, teasing through the fabric, pressing against you in ways that made your body betray your confusion. “Everyone’s watching,” she whispered, lips brushing your ear. “Everyone knows. And you like it, don’t you?”

You shivered, breath coming fast, heart hammering, and even in the humiliation and chaos, the overwhelming obsession, you knew the truth:

You were theirs.

Completely.

And everyone was going to know.

[mintchoccy]

wthelly indeed.

Carmen's Incestuous Behaviour

H2H Carmen X Male Reader

Tags : Bondage, Incest, Creampie, Cheating, Forbidden Relationship, Blowjob, Threesome, MMR Threesome, Kinky, Spanking

Words : 2,517

A Request By @runbyaway I Hope you Liked It. Enjoy.

You’re lying in bed, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Your thoughts are a storm you can’t quiet—Carmen’s engagement announcement still echoes in your mind. She’s always been the golden one, the kind of woman who lights up a room without even trying. It shouldn’t bother you, but it does. The idea of her belonging to someone else feels… wrong.

Then, you hear it. A muffled sound, almost like a gasp, seeping through the walls. It’s coming from her room. Your body tenses before your mind catches up, and suddenly you’re on your feet, bare feet padding softly down the hall. The closer you get, the clearer it becomes—soft moans, the creak of a bedframe, whispers that send something electric skittering down your spine.

What the hell?

You press your ear to the door, your pulse an insistent drumbeat. Carmen’s voice, trembling and breathless, cuts through. “Daddy… please.” The word lands like a punch to your gut. Your father’s voice follows, low and gruff, a tone you’ve never heard directed at her before. “You’ve always been such a good girl, Carmen. But tonight? You’re mine.”

Your hand is on the doorknob before you can think better of it. The door swings open, and the sight stops you cold. Carmen is sprawled on the bed, her hair tangled, lips swollen. Your father looms over her, his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes dark with something primal. For a moment, the world narrows to the three of you, suspended in time.

Carmen’s eyes widen as they land on you. “Brother… this isn’t what it seems,” she stammers, but there’s no real panic in her voice. No shame. Just a flicker of something dangerous, something inviting. Your father doesn’t even flinch. He chuckles, low and knowing. “Looks like we’ve got company.”

You should leave. You should slam the door and pretend you never saw this. But your feet don’t move. Your body betrays you, heat pooling in your veins as Carmen shifts slightly, her skirt riding up her thigh. “Stay,” she whispers, her voice dripping with something that makes your resolve crumble. “Please.”

Your father’s gaze locks onto yours, and for the first time, there’s no judgment, no authority. Just a shared understanding. “She’s always been a little slut,” he says casually, as if discussing the weather. “But that’s what makes her so much fun.”

The air feels thick, charged with something you can’t name. Carmen stretches out her arms towards you, her fingers curling in invitation. “Tie me up,” she breathes, her voice trembling with need. “Spank me. I want you both to…”

Your heart pounds louder now, a wild rhythm that drowns out any lingering reservations. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The room smells like sweat and something muskier, intoxicating. Your father moves aside, giving you space, his eyes never leaving yours. “Take your turn,” he murmurs, his tone almost encouraging. “She’s been waiting for this.”

Carmen’s lips part in anticipation, her chest rising and falling rapidly as you approach the bed. You can see the flush spreading across her skin, the way her body trembles with every shallow breath. “Do it,” she urges, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Your fingers graze her ankle, and she shivers violently, a soft whimper escaping her lips. The sound sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. You glance back at your father, who’s watching with a smirk, his approval undeniable. The room feels impossibly small now, the weight of their expectations pressing down on you.

And then Carmen says it again, her voice trembling with need: “Please…” The sound hangs in the air.

The tension in the room is electric, a palpable force that makes the air feel heavier with every passing second. Carmen’s eyes lock onto yours, wide and pleading, her swollen lips parted slightly as she lets out a shaky breath. “Take me from behind,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her dark hair clings to her damp forehead, tangled and wild, framing her flushed face like a halo of sin.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t hesitate. You move to the edge of the bed, your hands trembling slightly as you grip her hips and guide her onto all fours. Her back arches beautifully, her ass lifting in invitation, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She glances over her shoulder at you, her eyes glassy with need. “Please,” she breathes, her voice cracking with desperation.

Your father steps closer, his presence looming behind you. His hands move to Carmen’s shoulders, sliding down her spine with a deliberate slowness that makes her shudder. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “Let him have you.”

You position yourself behind her, your cock throbbing painfully as it brushes against her slick folds. The heat radiating from her body is intoxicating, and you can’t wait any longer. You grip her hips tighter and push inside in one smooth motion, eliciting a sharp gasp from Carmen. Her walls clench around you, warm and wet, as she lets out a moan that seems to vibrate through your entire body.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, your hands tightening on her hips as you start to move. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, the sensation so intense it almost overwhelms you. Carmen’s moans grow louder, her head dropping forward as she grips the sheets for support.

Your father’s hands are everywhere now, roaming over Carmen’s body with a possessive hunger. He kneads her breasts with rough hands, pinching her nipples until she cries out, her back arching even more. “Look at her,” he growls, his voice dripping with approval. “She’s built for this.”

Carmen whimpers, her body writhing between the two of you. “More,” she pleads, her voice barely audible over the sound of skin meeting skin. “I need more.”

Your father moves around to the side of the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he unzips his pants and frees his cock. Carmen doesn’t need to be told what to do. She reaches for him eagerly, her fingers wrapping around his length as she pulls him closer. Her mouth closes around the tip, sucking him deep with a practiced ease that sends a shiver down your spine.

The sight of them together—Carmen’s lips stretched around your father’s cock while you fill her from behind—is almost too much to bear. Your thrusts grow harder, faster, each one driving you closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of their moans and the slick slap of flesh against flesh, a symphony of sin that drowns out everything else.

Your father groans, his hand tangling in Carmen’s hair as he thrusts into her mouth. “Such a good girl,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire. “You were made for this.”

Carmen moans around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Her eyes flutter shut as she loses herself in the pleasure, her body trembling with every thrust. You can feel her tightening around you, her walls clamping down as she teeters on the edge of release.

“I’m close,” she gasps, pulling away from your father just enough to speak. Her words are slurred, her voice trembling with need. “Please… don’t stop.”

You don’t plan to. You grab her hips harder, slamming into her with a force that makes the bed creak beneath you. Her moans turn into screams as she comes undone, her body convulsing around you in waves of ecstasy. The sensation is too much; your own release hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you in a blinding rush of pleasure.

But it’s not over yet. Your father pulls Carmen’s face back to his cock, forcing her to take him again as he continues to thrust into her mouth. She doesn’t resist; instead, she moans around him, her tongue swirling eagerly as she drives him closer to his own climax.

Finally, with a guttural groan, he spills into her mouth, his hand tightening in her hair as he empties himself down her throat. Carmen swallows every drop, her eyes fluttering shut as she savors the taste. When he pulls away, she collapses onto the bed, her body spent and trembling.

But even now, she’s not done. She turns to look at you, her eyes dark with hunger. “Again,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but insistent. “I want more.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you lean over her, your lips brushing against her ear. “Whatever you want,” you murmur, your voice low and rough. Your hand trails down her body, fingers dipping between her legs to feel how wet she still is. She lets out a soft moan, her hips arching into your touch.

Your father watches intently, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he moves closer, his hand sliding up Carmen’s thigh. “You’re insatiable,” he says, his tone almost admiring.

Carmen smirks, her swollen lips curving into a wicked smile. “Only for you two,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mischief.

Your fingers slide inside her again, and she gasps softly, her body already responding to your touch. “Then let’s give her what she wants,” you say, glancing at your father.

He nods, his gaze never leaving Carmen’s face. “Go ahead,” he says, his voice steady despite the intensity in his eyes. “Show her what she’s been missing.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You lean down over Carmen’s prone form, spreading her thighs wider as you grip your cock once more. Her breath hitches sharply as you press the tip against her entrance once again. There’s so much already happening in this moment of forbidden indulgence—but it feels like there could still be so much more between all three of you if only someone would take charge…

Carmen’s chest rises and falls rapidly as you unbuckle your belt, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. Her dark eyes widen slightly, a flicker of something—excitement? Fear? Arousal?—crossing her face as you loop the belt around her wrists. “Tighter,” she whispers, her voice trembling but insistent. You oblige, cinching it snugly, the material biting into her skin just enough to make her whimper. Her swollen lips part, a soft gasp escaping as she tests the restraint, pulling against it faintly.

“Good girl,” you murmur, running a hand down her spine, feeling the heat radiating from her flushed skin. Your father watches from the corner of the room, his gaze heavy, almost predatory. He steps closer, his presence looming as he places a hand on Carmen’s hip, guiding her into position. She arches her back instinctively, her ass lifting toward you, inviting, begging.

You grip her hips, your fingers digging into the soft flesh there as you line yourself up with her entrance. She’s already so wet, the slickness coating your tip as you press forward, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Carmen lets out a choked moan, her body trembling beneath you. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “More.”

You don’t hold back. You slam into her, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, mingling with her sharp cries of pleasure. Your father’s hand moves to her clit, rubbing circles that make her jerk against you, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

You’re lost in the rhythm, in the way she tightens around you, pulling you deeper with every movement. Your father’s low chuckle cuts through the haze of lust, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Look at her,” he says, his words a low rumble. “She’s made for this. Born to be fucked.”

Carmen’s head drops forward, her tangled dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she whimpers, her body writhing under the dual sensations. You can feel the tension building inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. But then—her phone rings.

The shrill sound cuts through the air like a knife, and Carmen freezes, her body going rigid beneath you. Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with panic. “No,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “No, no, no—it’s him.”

Your father doesn’t hesitate. He reaches for the phone, his movements calm and deliberate. “Answer it,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Carmen hesitates, but when he presses the phone into her hand, she does as she’s told, her trembling fingers swiping across the screen.

Her fiancé’s face appears on the screen, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Carmen?” he starts, his voice tinny through the speaker. But before he can say more, your father takes the phone from her, tilting the camera so that it captures the scene in all its depraved glory: Carmen on her knees, wrists bound, with you buried deep inside her.

“She doesn’t need you anymore,” your father says, his voice steady, almost bored. “She’s with us now. And she’s perfect like this—his cock stretching her open, my hand on her cunt. She’s a slut, through and through.”

On the screen, her fiancé’s face twists in horror and rage, but you don’t care. All you care about is the way Carmen is clenching around you, her body trembling as she tries to hold back. “Come on,” you growl, gripping her hips tighter as you thrust into her harder, faster. “Let him see what you really are.”

Her moans spill out uncontrolled now, her voice rising higher with each stroke. Her head falls back, her ahegao face fully exposed as she teeters on the edge of climax. “I—” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m going to—”

You feel it too—the pressure building inside you, sharp and insistent. You fuck her harder, chasing the release that’s just out of reach. Her fiancé’s voice is a distant buzz, drowned out by the sound of her cries and the slap of skin on skin. And then—you’re there. You bury yourself deep inside her, your release surging as she shatters around you, her body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy.

Her scream echoes through the room, raw and unrestrained, as you stay buried inside her, your own breath coming in ragged gasps. On the screen, her fiancé is still yelling, his face red with fury, but you ignore him. Carmen slumps forward, her body spent but still trembling as you pull out slowly, watching as your cum drips from her pussy.

Your father chuckles again, setting the phone down on the bed so that the camera still captures everything. “You need to see this,” he says to the man on the screen. “See what kind of woman you were going to marry.” Then he reaches down, scooping up some of your cum with his fingers and pressing them to Carmen’s lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation, sucking them clean with a moan.

“Good girl,” your father murmurs. But Carmen isn’t done yet. Her eyes find yours, still glazed with desire despite what just happened. “Again,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but insistent. “Please—again.”

[mintchoccy]

wthelly indeed.

Carmen's Incestuous Behaviour

H2H Carmen X Male Reader

Tags : Bondage, Incest, Creampie, Cheating, Forbidden Relationship, Blowjob, Threesome, MMR Threesome, Kinky, Spanking

Words : 2,517

A Request By @runbyaway I Hope you Liked It. Enjoy.

You’re lying in bed, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Your thoughts are a storm you can’t quiet—Carmen’s engagement announcement still echoes in your mind. She’s always been the golden one, the kind of woman who lights up a room without even trying. It shouldn’t bother you, but it does. The idea of her belonging to someone else feels… wrong.

Then, you hear it. A muffled sound, almost like a gasp, seeping through the walls. It’s coming from her room. Your body tenses before your mind catches up, and suddenly you’re on your feet, bare feet padding softly down the hall. The closer you get, the clearer it becomes—soft moans, the creak of a bedframe, whispers that send something electric skittering down your spine.

What the hell?

You press your ear to the door, your pulse an insistent drumbeat. Carmen’s voice, trembling and breathless, cuts through. “Daddy… please.” The word lands like a punch to your gut. Your father’s voice follows, low and gruff, a tone you’ve never heard directed at her before. “You’ve always been such a good girl, Carmen. But tonight? You’re mine.”

Your hand is on the doorknob before you can think better of it. The door swings open, and the sight stops you cold. Carmen is sprawled on the bed, her hair tangled, lips swollen. Your father looms over her, his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes dark with something primal. For a moment, the world narrows to the three of you, suspended in time.

Carmen’s eyes widen as they land on you. “Brother… this isn’t what it seems,” she stammers, but there’s no real panic in her voice. No shame. Just a flicker of something dangerous, something inviting. Your father doesn’t even flinch. He chuckles, low and knowing. “Looks like we’ve got company.”

You should leave. You should slam the door and pretend you never saw this. But your feet don’t move. Your body betrays you, heat pooling in your veins as Carmen shifts slightly, her skirt riding up her thigh. “Stay,” she whispers, her voice dripping with something that makes your resolve crumble. “Please.”

Your father’s gaze locks onto yours, and for the first time, there’s no judgment, no authority. Just a shared understanding. “She’s always been a little slut,” he says casually, as if discussing the weather. “But that’s what makes her so much fun.”

The air feels thick, charged with something you can’t name. Carmen stretches out her arms towards you, her fingers curling in invitation. “Tie me up,” she breathes, her voice trembling with need. “Spank me. I want you both to…”

Your heart pounds louder now, a wild rhythm that drowns out any lingering reservations. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The room smells like sweat and something muskier, intoxicating. Your father moves aside, giving you space, his eyes never leaving yours. “Take your turn,” he murmurs, his tone almost encouraging. “She’s been waiting for this.”

Carmen’s lips part in anticipation, her chest rising and falling rapidly as you approach the bed. You can see the flush spreading across her skin, the way her body trembles with every shallow breath. “Do it,” she urges, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Your fingers graze her ankle, and she shivers violently, a soft whimper escaping her lips. The sound sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. You glance back at your father, who’s watching with a smirk, his approval undeniable. The room feels impossibly small now, the weight of their expectations pressing down on you.

And then Carmen says it again, her voice trembling with need: “Please…” The sound hangs in the air.

The tension in the room is electric, a palpable force that makes the air feel heavier with every passing second. Carmen’s eyes lock onto yours, wide and pleading, her swollen lips parted slightly as she lets out a shaky breath. “Take me from behind,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her dark hair clings to her damp forehead, tangled and wild, framing her flushed face like a halo of sin.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t hesitate. You move to the edge of the bed, your hands trembling slightly as you grip her hips and guide her onto all fours. Her back arches beautifully, her ass lifting in invitation, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She glances over her shoulder at you, her eyes glassy with need. “Please,” she breathes, her voice cracking with desperation.

Your father steps closer, his presence looming behind you. His hands move to Carmen’s shoulders, sliding down her spine with a deliberate slowness that makes her shudder. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “Let him have you.”

You position yourself behind her, your cock throbbing painfully as it brushes against her slick folds. The heat radiating from her body is intoxicating, and you can’t wait any longer. You grip her hips tighter and push inside in one smooth motion, eliciting a sharp gasp from Carmen. Her walls clench around you, warm and wet, as she lets out a moan that seems to vibrate through your entire body.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, your hands tightening on her hips as you start to move. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, the sensation so intense it almost overwhelms you. Carmen’s moans grow louder, her head dropping forward as she grips the sheets for support.

Your father’s hands are everywhere now, roaming over Carmen’s body with a possessive hunger. He kneads her breasts with rough hands, pinching her nipples until she cries out, her back arching even more. “Look at her,” he growls, his voice dripping with approval. “She’s built for this.”

Carmen whimpers, her body writhing between the two of you. “More,” she pleads, her voice barely audible over the sound of skin meeting skin. “I need more.”

Your father moves around to the side of the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he unzips his pants and frees his cock. Carmen doesn’t need to be told what to do. She reaches for him eagerly, her fingers wrapping around his length as she pulls him closer. Her mouth closes around the tip, sucking him deep with a practiced ease that sends a shiver down your spine.

The sight of them together—Carmen’s lips stretched around your father’s cock while you fill her from behind—is almost too much to bear. Your thrusts grow harder, faster, each one driving you closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of their moans and the slick slap of flesh against flesh, a symphony of sin that drowns out everything else.

Your father groans, his hand tangling in Carmen’s hair as he thrusts into her mouth. “Such a good girl,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire. “You were made for this.”

Carmen moans around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Her eyes flutter shut as she loses herself in the pleasure, her body trembling with every thrust. You can feel her tightening around you, her walls clamping down as she teeters on the edge of release.

“I’m close,” she gasps, pulling away from your father just enough to speak. Her words are slurred, her voice trembling with need. “Please… don’t stop.”

You don’t plan to. You grab her hips harder, slamming into her with a force that makes the bed creak beneath you. Her moans turn into screams as she comes undone, her body convulsing around you in waves of ecstasy. The sensation is too much; your own release hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you in a blinding rush of pleasure.

But it’s not over yet. Your father pulls Carmen’s face back to his cock, forcing her to take him again as he continues to thrust into her mouth. She doesn’t resist; instead, she moans around him, her tongue swirling eagerly as she drives him closer to his own climax.

Finally, with a guttural groan, he spills into her mouth, his hand tightening in her hair as he empties himself down her throat. Carmen swallows every drop, her eyes fluttering shut as she savors the taste. When he pulls away, she collapses onto the bed, her body spent and trembling.

But even now, she’s not done. She turns to look at you, her eyes dark with hunger. “Again,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but insistent. “I want more.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you lean over her, your lips brushing against her ear. “Whatever you want,” you murmur, your voice low and rough. Your hand trails down her body, fingers dipping between her legs to feel how wet she still is. She lets out a soft moan, her hips arching into your touch.

Your father watches intently, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he moves closer, his hand sliding up Carmen’s thigh. “You’re insatiable,” he says, his tone almost admiring.

Carmen smirks, her swollen lips curving into a wicked smile. “Only for you two,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mischief.

Your fingers slide inside her again, and she gasps softly, her body already responding to your touch. “Then let’s give her what she wants,” you say, glancing at your father.

He nods, his gaze never leaving Carmen’s face. “Go ahead,” he says, his voice steady despite the intensity in his eyes. “Show her what she’s been missing.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You lean down over Carmen’s prone form, spreading her thighs wider as you grip your cock once more. Her breath hitches sharply as you press the tip against her entrance once again. There’s so much already happening in this moment of forbidden indulgence—but it feels like there could still be so much more between all three of you if only someone would take charge…

Carmen’s chest rises and falls rapidly as you unbuckle your belt, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. Her dark eyes widen slightly, a flicker of something—excitement? Fear? Arousal?—crossing her face as you loop the belt around her wrists. “Tighter,” she whispers, her voice trembling but insistent. You oblige, cinching it snugly, the material biting into her skin just enough to make her whimper. Her swollen lips part, a soft gasp escaping as she tests the restraint, pulling against it faintly.

“Good girl,” you murmur, running a hand down her spine, feeling the heat radiating from her flushed skin. Your father watches from the corner of the room, his gaze heavy, almost predatory. He steps closer, his presence looming as he places a hand on Carmen’s hip, guiding her into position. She arches her back instinctively, her ass lifting toward you, inviting, begging.

You grip her hips, your fingers digging into the soft flesh there as you line yourself up with her entrance. She’s already so wet, the slickness coating your tip as you press forward, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Carmen lets out a choked moan, her body trembling beneath you. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “More.”

You don’t hold back. You slam into her, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, mingling with her sharp cries of pleasure. Your father’s hand moves to her clit, rubbing circles that make her jerk against you, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

You’re lost in the rhythm, in the way she tightens around you, pulling you deeper with every movement. Your father’s low chuckle cuts through the haze of lust, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Look at her,” he says, his words a low rumble. “She’s made for this. Born to be fucked.”

Carmen’s head drops forward, her tangled dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she whimpers, her body writhing under the dual sensations. You can feel the tension building inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. But then—her phone rings.

The shrill sound cuts through the air like a knife, and Carmen freezes, her body going rigid beneath you. Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with panic. “No,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “No, no, no—it’s him.”

Your father doesn’t hesitate. He reaches for the phone, his movements calm and deliberate. “Answer it,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Carmen hesitates, but when he presses the phone into her hand, she does as she’s told, her trembling fingers swiping across the screen.

Her fiancé’s face appears on the screen, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Carmen?” he starts, his voice tinny through the speaker. But before he can say more, your father takes the phone from her, tilting the camera so that it captures the scene in all its depraved glory: Carmen on her knees, wrists bound, with you buried deep inside her.

“She doesn’t need you anymore,” your father says, his voice steady, almost bored. “She’s with us now. And she’s perfect like this—his cock stretching her open, my hand on her cunt. She’s a slut, through and through.”

On the screen, her fiancé’s face twists in horror and rage, but you don’t care. All you care about is the way Carmen is clenching around you, her body trembling as she tries to hold back. “Come on,” you growl, gripping her hips tighter as you thrust into her harder, faster. “Let him see what you really are.”

Her moans spill out uncontrolled now, her voice rising higher with each stroke. Her head falls back, her ahegao face fully exposed as she teeters on the edge of climax. “I—” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m going to—”

You feel it too—the pressure building inside you, sharp and insistent. You fuck her harder, chasing the release that’s just out of reach. Her fiancé’s voice is a distant buzz, drowned out by the sound of her cries and the slap of skin on skin. And then—you’re there. You bury yourself deep inside her, your release surging as she shatters around you, her body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy.

Her scream echoes through the room, raw and unrestrained, as you stay buried inside her, your own breath coming in ragged gasps. On the screen, her fiancé is still yelling, his face red with fury, but you ignore him. Carmen slumps forward, her body spent but still trembling as you pull out slowly, watching as your cum drips from her pussy.

Your father chuckles again, setting the phone down on the bed so that the camera still captures everything. “You need to see this,” he says to the man on the screen. “See what kind of woman you were going to marry.” Then he reaches down, scooping up some of your cum with his fingers and pressing them to Carmen’s lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation, sucking them clean with a moan.

“Good girl,” your father murmurs. But Carmen isn’t done yet. Her eyes find yours, still glazed with desire despite what just happened. “Again,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but insistent. “Please—again.”

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wthelly indeed.

Carmen's Incestuous Behaviour

H2H Carmen X Male Reader

Tags : Bondage, Incest, Creampie, Cheating, Forbidden Relationship, Blowjob, Threesome, MMR Threesome, Kinky, Spanking

Words : 2,517

A Request By @runbyaway I Hope you Liked It. Enjoy.

You’re lying in bed, the house silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Your thoughts are a storm you can’t quiet—Carmen’s engagement announcement still echoes in your mind. She’s always been the golden one, the kind of woman who lights up a room without even trying. It shouldn’t bother you, but it does. The idea of her belonging to someone else feels… wrong.

Then, you hear it. A muffled sound, almost like a gasp, seeping through the walls. It’s coming from her room. Your body tenses before your mind catches up, and suddenly you’re on your feet, bare feet padding softly down the hall. The closer you get, the clearer it becomes—soft moans, the creak of a bedframe, whispers that send something electric skittering down your spine.

What the hell?

You press your ear to the door, your pulse an insistent drumbeat. Carmen’s voice, trembling and breathless, cuts through. “Daddy… please.” The word lands like a punch to your gut. Your father’s voice follows, low and gruff, a tone you’ve never heard directed at her before. “You’ve always been such a good girl, Carmen. But tonight? You’re mine.”

Your hand is on the doorknob before you can think better of it. The door swings open, and the sight stops you cold. Carmen is sprawled on the bed, her hair tangled, lips swollen. Your father looms over her, his shirt unbuttoned, his eyes dark with something primal. For a moment, the world narrows to the three of you, suspended in time.

Carmen’s eyes widen as they land on you. “Brother… this isn’t what it seems,” she stammers, but there’s no real panic in her voice. No shame. Just a flicker of something dangerous, something inviting. Your father doesn’t even flinch. He chuckles, low and knowing. “Looks like we’ve got company.”

You should leave. You should slam the door and pretend you never saw this. But your feet don’t move. Your body betrays you, heat pooling in your veins as Carmen shifts slightly, her skirt riding up her thigh. “Stay,” she whispers, her voice dripping with something that makes your resolve crumble. “Please.”

Your father’s gaze locks onto yours, and for the first time, there’s no judgment, no authority. Just a shared understanding. “She’s always been a little slut,” he says casually, as if discussing the weather. “But that’s what makes her so much fun.”

The air feels thick, charged with something you can’t name. Carmen stretches out her arms towards you, her fingers curling in invitation. “Tie me up,” she breathes, her voice trembling with need. “Spank me. I want you both to…”

Your heart pounds louder now, a wild rhythm that drowns out any lingering reservations. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The room smells like sweat and something muskier, intoxicating. Your father moves aside, giving you space, his eyes never leaving yours. “Take your turn,” he murmurs, his tone almost encouraging. “She’s been waiting for this.”

Carmen’s lips part in anticipation, her chest rising and falling rapidly as you approach the bed. You can see the flush spreading across her skin, the way her body trembles with every shallow breath. “Do it,” she urges, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Your fingers graze her ankle, and she shivers violently, a soft whimper escaping her lips. The sound sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. You glance back at your father, who’s watching with a smirk, his approval undeniable. The room feels impossibly small now, the weight of their expectations pressing down on you.

And then Carmen says it again, her voice trembling with need: “Please…” The sound hangs in the air.

The tension in the room is electric, a palpable force that makes the air feel heavier with every passing second. Carmen’s eyes lock onto yours, wide and pleading, her swollen lips parted slightly as she lets out a shaky breath. “Take me from behind,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her dark hair clings to her damp forehead, tangled and wild, framing her flushed face like a halo of sin.

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t hesitate. You move to the edge of the bed, your hands trembling slightly as you grip her hips and guide her onto all fours. Her back arches beautifully, her ass lifting in invitation, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She glances over her shoulder at you, her eyes glassy with need. “Please,” she breathes, her voice cracking with desperation.

Your father steps closer, his presence looming behind you. His hands move to Carmen’s shoulders, sliding down her spine with a deliberate slowness that makes her shudder. “That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. “Let him have you.”

You position yourself behind her, your cock throbbing painfully as it brushes against her slick folds. The heat radiating from her body is intoxicating, and you can’t wait any longer. You grip her hips tighter and push inside in one smooth motion, eliciting a sharp gasp from Carmen. Her walls clench around you, warm and wet, as she lets out a moan that seems to vibrate through your entire body.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, your hands tightening on her hips as you start to move. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine, the sensation so intense it almost overwhelms you. Carmen’s moans grow louder, her head dropping forward as she grips the sheets for support.

Your father’s hands are everywhere now, roaming over Carmen’s body with a possessive hunger. He kneads her breasts with rough hands, pinching her nipples until she cries out, her back arching even more. “Look at her,” he growls, his voice dripping with approval. “She’s built for this.”

Carmen whimpers, her body writhing between the two of you. “More,” she pleads, her voice barely audible over the sound of skin meeting skin. “I need more.”

Your father moves around to the side of the bed, his eyes dark with lust as he unzips his pants and frees his cock. Carmen doesn’t need to be told what to do. She reaches for him eagerly, her fingers wrapping around his length as she pulls him closer. Her mouth closes around the tip, sucking him deep with a practiced ease that sends a shiver down your spine.

The sight of them together—Carmen’s lips stretched around your father’s cock while you fill her from behind—is almost too much to bear. Your thrusts grow harder, faster, each one driving you closer to the edge. The room is filled with the sounds of their moans and the slick slap of flesh against flesh, a symphony of sin that drowns out everything else.

Your father groans, his hand tangling in Carmen’s hair as he thrusts into her mouth. “Such a good girl,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire. “You were made for this.”

Carmen moans around him, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Her eyes flutter shut as she loses herself in the pleasure, her body trembling with every thrust. You can feel her tightening around you, her walls clamping down as she teeters on the edge of release.

“I’m close,” she gasps, pulling away from your father just enough to speak. Her words are slurred, her voice trembling with need. “Please… don’t stop.”

You don’t plan to. You grab her hips harder, slamming into her with a force that makes the bed creak beneath you. Her moans turn into screams as she comes undone, her body convulsing around you in waves of ecstasy. The sensation is too much; your own release hits you like a tidal wave, washing over you in a blinding rush of pleasure.

But it’s not over yet. Your father pulls Carmen’s face back to his cock, forcing her to take him again as he continues to thrust into her mouth. She doesn’t resist; instead, she moans around him, her tongue swirling eagerly as she drives him closer to his own climax.

Finally, with a guttural groan, he spills into her mouth, his hand tightening in her hair as he empties himself down her throat. Carmen swallows every drop, her eyes fluttering shut as she savors the taste. When he pulls away, she collapses onto the bed, her body spent and trembling.

But even now, she’s not done. She turns to look at you, her eyes dark with hunger. “Again,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but insistent. “I want more.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you lean over her, your lips brushing against her ear. “Whatever you want,” you murmur, your voice low and rough. Your hand trails down her body, fingers dipping between her legs to feel how wet she still is. She lets out a soft moan, her hips arching into your touch.

Your father watches intently, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he moves closer, his hand sliding up Carmen’s thigh. “You’re insatiable,” he says, his tone almost admiring.

Carmen smirks, her swollen lips curving into a wicked smile. “Only for you two,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mischief.

Your fingers slide inside her again, and she gasps softly, her body already responding to your touch. “Then let’s give her what she wants,” you say, glancing at your father.

He nods, his gaze never leaving Carmen’s face. “Go ahead,” he says, his voice steady despite the intensity in his eyes. “Show her what she’s been missing.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You lean down over Carmen’s prone form, spreading her thighs wider as you grip your cock once more. Her breath hitches sharply as you press the tip against her entrance once again. There’s so much already happening in this moment of forbidden indulgence—but it feels like there could still be so much more between all three of you if only someone would take charge…

Carmen’s chest rises and falls rapidly as you unbuckle your belt, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. Her dark eyes widen slightly, a flicker of something—excitement? Fear? Arousal?—crossing her face as you loop the belt around her wrists. “Tighter,” she whispers, her voice trembling but insistent. You oblige, cinching it snugly, the material biting into her skin just enough to make her whimper. Her swollen lips part, a soft gasp escaping as she tests the restraint, pulling against it faintly.

“Good girl,” you murmur, running a hand down her spine, feeling the heat radiating from her flushed skin. Your father watches from the corner of the room, his gaze heavy, almost predatory. He steps closer, his presence looming as he places a hand on Carmen’s hip, guiding her into position. She arches her back instinctively, her ass lifting toward you, inviting, begging.

You grip her hips, your fingers digging into the soft flesh there as you line yourself up with her entrance. She’s already so wet, the slickness coating your tip as you press forward, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust. Carmen lets out a choked moan, her body trembling beneath you. “Yes,” she breathes, her voice barely audible. “More.”

You don’t hold back. You slam into her, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room, mingling with her sharp cries of pleasure. Your father’s hand moves to her clit, rubbing circles that make her jerk against you, her moans growing louder, more desperate. “Fuck,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop.”

You’re lost in the rhythm, in the way she tightens around you, pulling you deeper with every movement. Your father’s low chuckle cuts through the haze of lust, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Look at her,” he says, his words a low rumble. “She’s made for this. Born to be fucked.”

Carmen’s head drops forward, her tangled dark hair spilling over her shoulders as she whimpers, her body writhing under the dual sensations. You can feel the tension building inside her, coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. But then—her phone rings.

The shrill sound cuts through the air like a knife, and Carmen freezes, her body going rigid beneath you. Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with panic. “No,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “No, no, no—it’s him.”

Your father doesn’t hesitate. He reaches for the phone, his movements calm and deliberate. “Answer it,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. Carmen hesitates, but when he presses the phone into her hand, she does as she’s told, her trembling fingers swiping across the screen.

Her fiancé’s face appears on the screen, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Carmen?” he starts, his voice tinny through the speaker. But before he can say more, your father takes the phone from her, tilting the camera so that it captures the scene in all its depraved glory: Carmen on her knees, wrists bound, with you buried deep inside her.

“She doesn’t need you anymore,” your father says, his voice steady, almost bored. “She’s with us now. And she’s perfect like this—his cock stretching her open, my hand on her cunt. She’s a slut, through and through.”

On the screen, her fiancé’s face twists in horror and rage, but you don’t care. All you care about is the way Carmen is clenching around you, her body trembling as she tries to hold back. “Come on,” you growl, gripping her hips tighter as you thrust into her harder, faster. “Let him see what you really are.”

Her moans spill out uncontrolled now, her voice rising higher with each stroke. Her head falls back, her ahegao face fully exposed as she teeters on the edge of climax. “I—” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m going to—”

You feel it too—the pressure building inside you, sharp and insistent. You fuck her harder, chasing the release that’s just out of reach. Her fiancé’s voice is a distant buzz, drowned out by the sound of her cries and the slap of skin on skin. And then—you’re there. You bury yourself deep inside her, your release surging as she shatters around you, her body convulsing with wave after wave of ecstasy.

Her scream echoes through the room, raw and unrestrained, as you stay buried inside her, your own breath coming in ragged gasps. On the screen, her fiancé is still yelling, his face red with fury, but you ignore him. Carmen slumps forward, her body spent but still trembling as you pull out slowly, watching as your cum drips from her pussy.

Your father chuckles again, setting the phone down on the bed so that the camera still captures everything. “You need to see this,” he says to the man on the screen. “See what kind of woman you were going to marry.” Then he reaches down, scooping up some of your cum with his fingers and pressing them to Carmen’s lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation, sucking them clean with a moan.

“Good girl,” your father murmurs. But Carmen isn’t done yet. Her eyes find yours, still glazed with desire despite what just happened. “Again,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but insistent. “Please—again.”

[mintchoccy]

Ningning sloppily sucks you off, extravagently making a mess all over both of you with her mouth. Spittle and slobber sprays everywhere every time your balls slap against her chin, her tongue drooling unceasingly. Ningning gags with delight, she loves putting on a show! 🤩

[mintchoccy]

Please write Gahyun for your lips series. I heard she's trying to start as an actress. Maybe you could write something for that?

Also, if it's not too much trouble, please use that one picture of her in a white skirt and blue shirt where she holds up her hair. Sorry, but I can't send pictures.

Lips #13

(Gahyun X Male Reader) Wordcount: 2426 words

Gahyun sits across from you, her posture perfect. She’s dressed in a white denim skirt and blue polo shirt. You try your best not to look at her chest while she’s sitting straight, but it’s hard to look away. 

“I’m not here for a small role.”

You knew she’d be demanding. A brat even. After all, she’s an idol who wants to start her acting career. And like all of them, she thinks she’s the best.

“I want something important. Lead, or at least second lead. Something that matters.”

You lean back in your seat, watching her over the rim of your coffee cup.

“You haven’t acted before. Starting small isn’t an insult. It’s how you prove yourself.”

Gahyun shakes her head.

“I don’t need to prove myself with something forgettable.”

You wonder if that pout is on purpose or if she’s just constantly pouting all the time.

“I know I can handle more. You just have to give me the chance.”

You set the cup down slowly. 

“And why should I take that risk?”

For the first time, she breaks eye contact. Her gaze drops lower for a moment, before she looks back up with a smirk.

“Because…”

She says softly, leaning forward over the table.

“I can make it worth your while.”

There’s no mistaking her meaning now.

“Careful.”

Your voice is low, though your eyes narrow in interest. She doesn’t back away. Instead, Gahyun leans just a little bit further, clearly teasing you with the hint of her cleavage.

“I’m not careful. I get what I want.”

You let the silence stretch, curious how far she’s willing to push. Gahyun tilts her head as if she’s slightly confused by your unresponsiveness.

“Maybe you just don’t have the eye for real talent.”

She comes to her own conclusion.

“Or maybe you’re scared to gamble on someone who can outshine your favorites.”

Your brows lift slightly.

“You think you’re that good?”

“I know I am.”

She leans in and lowers her voice, now almost lying on the table.

“And I know how to make you remember me when you’re casting your next project.”

Before you can reply, she slides her chair back just enough to slip under the table. The movement is fluid and quick. One moment she’s looking you in the eye, the next she’s kneeling in the shadow beneath the tablecloth.

“You’re bold.”

You acknowledge, feeling her hands find your thighs.

“Bold gets big roles.”

She whispers back as her fingers start working at your belt.

Around you, the café remains busy, the conversations masking the much more dangerous silence at your own table. The metal buckle clicks softly as Gahyun works it loose, then slides your zipper down with slow precision. Her hands are steady, but you can hear the faint edge of her breathing beneath the table.

“You’re really doing this here?”

You glance casually around the café. No one’s looking your way.

“That’s the point.”

Gahyun whispers, fingers slipping inside to wrap around your cock.

“You’ll remember me.”

Her touch is warm and she quickly strokes you to full hardness before her lips replace her hand. The first brush of her mouth sends a pulse of heat through you. Her tongue teases at the tip before she seals her lips around you completely. You keep your face neutral for anyone who might glance over, but under the table, your fingers tighten on the edge as she takes more of your length inch by inch. Her pace is unhurried at first, almost taunting, as if she’s daring you to stop her. The quiet suction, the faint swirl of her tongue, all hidden beneath the white tablecloth, make this moment almost feel like a dream.

“You want a lead role, you’d better make me believe you deserve it.”

She hums against you in answer, the vibration traveling up your length as she sinks deeper.

At first, Gahyun keeps her rhythm steady, her lips gliding over your shaft with calculated control. She wants you to feel every movement of her tongue, every pull of her mouth. Her hand works in time with her lips, twisting slightly at the base as she bobs her head. But the longer she’s down there, the more her composure starts to crack. Her breathing grows heavier, her pace quicker. The soft, neat sounds give way to wetter, messier ones. Her spit begins to coat you, dripping down to her hand, making each stroke slicker. She takes your cock deeper, pushing past the point of comfort, until her throat tightens and she gags softly around you.

You glance around the café again. Still no one’s watching. But under the table, Gahyun is becoming a complete mess for you. Her mouth leaves with a wet pop before she dives back in, faster now, her own ambition driving her. Drool slips from the corner of her lips, dripping onto your thigh as she struggles to take you to the hilt. The gagging comes harder now, broken by short gasps for air before she swallows you down again.

By the time her hand is gripping your thigh for leverage, she’s loud enough that you have to shift your chair just slightly to mask the sounds. Gahyun’s pace is reckless now, each descent onto your cock is almost like an attack, harder and wetter than the last. The heat coils in your stomach faster than you’d like, and you reach down, tangling your fingers in her hair.

“Slow down.”

You whisper through gritted teeth, tugging just enough to make her head pause.

She looks up at you from under the table, her lips still wrapped around you, then pulls back with a soft pop. Her breathing is heavy, her mouth glistening.

“Don’t want you to finish too soon?”

The corner of her mouth curling into a smug little smirk.

“Exactly.”

You catch your breath shaking and she nods, obedient now. She leans in to drag her tongue slowly up your length. She kisses the tip lightly, then trails more kisses along the side before swirling her tongue in lazy circles. Her hand stays at the base, giving slow, hard strokes. Her eyes are locked on yours the whole time.

Without warning, Gahyun swallows your cock whole again. Her head bobs faster, her lips seal tight around you. The wet sounds return, louder this time. Spit drips down onto her knuckles as she pushes herself harder. The gagging comes quick and sharp, but she doesn’t back off. Under the table, her ambition is written in every messy, hungry movement. She’s determined to wring every bit of control from you.

You catch movement in the corner of your eye. A woman is walking toward you, coffee in hand, heading for the door. Your hand tightens in Gahyun’s bleached hair and you push her down until most of your length is buried deep in her throat. She stiffens, her hands gripping your thighs, but you keep her there with a firm grip. Her throat tightens around you, the involuntary contractions sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. You keep your gaze fixed ahead, as if nothing unusual is happening under the table. While the woman passes by, the faint scent of her perfume somehow makes your cock harden further inside Gahyun’s throat. Gahyun’s nails dig lightly into your leg in response, her body trembling as she holds still. Muffled sounds, barely audible beneath the tablecloth, escape her mouth.

The woman pushes open the door and steps out into the street. Only then do you release your grip. Gahyun pulls back, gasping for air, a mix of spit and breathless gasp slipping from her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wet, but there’s a glint of satisfaction there too. Like she knows she just proved exactly how badly she wants what she’s after. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still catching her breath, then looks up at you from under the table. Her voice is almost purring.

“Could feel you twitching in my throat.”

She teases, her tongue flicking over her lips.

“Thought you were gonna lose it right there, producer-nim.”

Her hand wraps around you again, stroking lazily as her tongue dips out to trail along your length.

 “You like it when I choke on you like that? When I can’t breathe but I still take every inch?”

She punctuates the question by dragging her tongue from base to tip, swirling slowly before planting a soft kiss on the head. You grit your teeth as she keeps talking, each word accompanied by another lick, another kiss, another wet glide of her mouth just short of taking you in completely.

“Bet those big roles don’t seem so risky now, huh?”

Her tongue flicks against your tip, her eyes never leaving yours.

“You could have me under your desk every day… no one has to know.”

Her words drip into your mind as steadily as her saliva coats you. Her mouth continues to brush, lick, tease, but never fully seal around you. Gahyun drags her tongue up your length again, stopping at the tip to swirl slowly, her breath warm against your skin

 “Mmm… I could keep you like this all day. But I think you want more than my tongue, don’t you?”

Before you can answer, she sinks down without warning, taking you deep until her lips press against your base. The sudden tight heat makes your breath hitch. Her throat squeezes as she swallows around your cock. She holds there for a heartbeat before pulling back, saliva clinging between her lips and your skin. Then she smirks and goes right back to teasing. Light kisses, soft licks, her hand barely working you…

Just when you’re ready to grab her again, she dives down, swallowing you whole with a wet, hungry sound. She bobs her head twice, gagging softly, before sliding back and resuming her slow, taunting touches. It becomes a rhythm. Her mouth engulfing you completely, then pulling away to kiss and lick as if she has all the time in the world, then taking you deep again. Each return to her throat is wetter and louder. Her spit drips down onto your lap as her pace gets messier.

Your hand twitches on the table. The urge to hold her down builds each time she deepthroats you entirely and pulls away with that same knowing look in her eyes. You feel your control starting to slip, the heat in your core winding tight. You rest one hand on the table, the other curling into your lap just beside her head.

“If you really want that role, you’d better make me finish. Now.”

Gahyun looks up at you, lips glistening. Her voice is light with fake innocence.

“Mmm… desperate already?”

She gives your length a slow stroke with her hand.

“What happened to not finishing too soon?”

Before you can answer, she sinks down and takes your cock down her throat again. It squeezes tight. She stays there for a few seconds, gagging softly, then slides back up and licks her lips.

“But I like you like this. Right on the edge.”

And then she does it again.

Down to the base. Wet gag. Back up with a smirk.

Again. Deep, hot, tight. Back up with another taunt about how “good” you look.

A third time. Her throat working around you. Back up to drag her tongue lazily over the head.

It becomes a relentless pattern. Each time, she takes all of you, holding for a second or two, then comes up just to feed you another line. Sometimes it’s about how she wants you to remember her when casting. Sometimes it’s about how she loves feeling you twitch in her mouth. Sometimes it’s just a smug:

“Still holding back?”

Ten… fifteen… nearly twenty times she repeats it, the tension building unbearably with each cycle. By the end, her makeup is smudged, her spit soaking your lap, her voice huskier from the constant gagging. And still, she smiles up at you like she’s the one casting you.

You hear the café door open again. Two, three more customers walk in. You glance toward the counter. If you don’t finish now, this little game is going to get a lot riskier.

Gahyun slides her lips up your length once more, letting the head slip from her mouth with a wet pop.

“Mmm… maybe I’ll just keep you like this all da-”

You don’t let her finish. Your hand shoots to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her bleached hair. You pull her down hard. Her surprised sound is muffled as your length fills her throat in one forceful motion. Her nails press into your thigh as you hold her there. Her lips are sealed tightly around your cock. Her breath is cut off except for the faintest hum in her chest. The muscles of her throat contract again and again, each swallow dragging you closer to the edge. You keep your face calm, but under the table your grip firm as you use her throat to finish what she started. The knot in your stomach twists and then finally bursts. Warm cum spills deep into her, forcing her to swallow or choke. Gahyun gags around you, her body trembling. But you keep her down until the last pulse fades. Only then do you let her pull back, coughing quietly. Her lips and chin are wet. Her eyes shine with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. Your cock slips off her lips with a slick sound. She swallows once, twice, and then coughs softly into her hand. Her breathing is still uneven. A faint flush is on her cheeks, her mouth glistening.

Gahyun wipes the corner of her lips with her thumb, smearing a trace of spit down to her chin. Then she looks up at you with that same infuriatingly confident smirk.

“That”

She says between breaths.

“is what you’ll get… every day…”

She leans in a little, your tip resting against her cheek.

“…in exchange for the role.”

Another cough slips out, but she doesn’t lose her composure. She just sits back on her heels under the table for a moment longer, letting the words hang between you before finally sliding out from under the tablecloth. She smooths her hair, adjusts her top, and walks toward the door like nothing happened, almost straight up ignoring you. But just before she leaves, she glances over her shoulder, that same smirk tugging at her lips.

“You know where to find me.”

[mintchoccy]

Unexpected Assault

Naoi Rei (IVE) × Multiple Black Men

Rape, BBCs, Anatomically Impossible, Belly Bulge, Mouth, Pussy, Anal, A Lot Of Cum

1,551 Words

I accidentally deleted the ask but I pretty much remember the request. I'm sorry, anon. I hope you see this, lol.

I'm kinda pulling this out of my ass, so turn off your brain as you read.

Rei stumbles out of the late-night practice session, her legs aching from hours of dancing in those killer heels. It's past midnight in Seoul, the city lights flickering like distant stars, but the backstreets leading to the IVE dorm are sketchy as fuck. Dark alleys lined with overflowing dumpsters and the occasional drunk asshole passed out against a wall. 

She's 5'7" of pure K-pop idol perfection, her pouty lips painted a glossy pink, firm round tits straining against her tight pink top, and those thick thighs rubbing together in her short skirt. No bra tonight, because who needs that shit after sweating buckets? She's scrolling through her phone, texting the girls about grabbing some ramyeon when she gets back.

Out of nowhere, a massive hand clamps over her mouth, yanking her backward into the alley. Rei's eyes go wide as saucers, her muffled scream vibrating against rough palm skin. "Shut the fuck up, Asian slut," a deep voice growls in her ear, thick with an American accent. 

She twists, kicking her legs, but another pair of hands grabs her wrists, pinning them behind her back. There are three of them, no, four, huge black dudes, built like fucking tanks, their muscles rippling under tight shirts. They're not locals; probably tourists or some shady expats, eyes hungry as they size her up like fresh meat.

One of them, the leader with a shaved head and a gold chain, slams her against the brick wall, her head cracking against it hard enough to make stars explode in her vision. "Look at this fine piece of K-pop ass," he laughs, his boys chuckling like hyenas. "Naoi Rei, right? Saw your pretty face on that billboard. Bet that tight idol pussy ain't never had real dick."

Rei whimpers, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she fights back, kneeing at his groin. Big mistake. He backhands her across the face, the slap echoing like a gunshot, splitting her pouty lip open. Blood trickles down her chin as she gasps, "Please... no... stop..."

"Fuck that noise," another one snarls, this guy with dreads and tattoos snaking up his arms. He rips her crop top clean off, exposing her firm round tits, nipples hardening in the cool night air against her will. "These titties are begging for it."

He grabs a handful, squeezing so hard she cries out, his fingers digging into the soft flesh like claws, bruising her pale skin purple. The leader yanks her skirt up, tearing her panties aside with one tug, the fabric ripping audibly.

She's exposed now, her shaved pussy lips glistening unwillingly from the adrenaline, thick thighs trembling. "No, please, I'll scream—" 

But the dreadlocked one shoves his fingers into her mouth, gagging her as the leader drops his pants. Holy shit, his cock is a monster, thick as her wrist, at least 12 inches of veiny black meat, throbbing and already leaking pre-cum. "You're gonna take this, bitch," he says, lining up with her dry slit.

He rams in without mercy, splitting her open in one vicious thrust. Rei screams around the fingers in her mouth, her pussy walls tearing from the sheer girth, blood mixing with the forced wetness as he buries half his length inside her. 

It hurts like hellfire, her body convulsing in agony, but he doesn't give a fuck. He pulls back and slams deeper, forcing inch after inch until his balls slap against her ass. "Tight as fuck! This idol cunt is gripping me."

The others hold her down, one pinning her arms, another spreading her thighs wide, his hands leaving red marks on her skin. She bucks and thrashes, but it's useless; they're too strong. 

The leader pounds her relentlessly, each thrust punching into her cervix like a battering ram, making her belly bulge outward visibly with every deep stroke. The outline of his massive cockhead pressing against her abdomen from the inside is visible, distorting her flat stomach into a grotesque hump. 

"Look at that shit," he grunts, pressing his hand on her belly to feel himself moving inside her. "I'm rearranging your guts, slut."

Rei's sobs turn to choked gasps, pain radiating from her core as he fucks her raw, her tits bouncing wildly with each impact. 

The dreadlocked guy pulls his fingers out of her mouth before she gets slammed to the ground as he replaces his fingers with his own huge dick, squatting above her face. It's even thicker than the first one railing her pissy, forcing her pouty lips to stretch around it. 

"Suck it, or I'll knock your teeth out," he threatens, slapping her cheek hard. She gags, tears and drool mixing with the blood from her lip, as he skull-fucks her, his cock hitting the back of her throat and making her retch.

Meanwhile, a third guy, a burly motherfucker with a beard, kneels down on the side and starts mauling her tits, biting down on her nipples until she screams around the cock in her mouth. He twists them viciously, drawing blood, while the fourth one watches, stroking his own enormous shaft, waiting his turn. "Hurry up, man, I want that ass," he says, his voice impatient.

The leader grunts, speeding up his thrusts, the belly bulge growing more pronounced as he hammers deeper, bruising her insides. Rei's vision blurs from the pain, her body going limp as shock sets in, but they don't let up. With a definitive shove, he cums inside her, flooding her womb with hot, thick seed that overflows and drips down her ass crack. He pulls out, leaving her pussy gaping and wrecked, a bloody mess.

No time to recover, the dreadlocked one yanks his cock from her mouth and trades places, slamming into her abused cunt while the leader forces her head down to clean his dick. "Lick it off, whore," he orders, smacking her face again when she hesitates. 

She chokes on the taste of her own blood and his cum, her thighs quivering as the second cock stretches her even wider, the belly bulge reappearing instantly, more painful this time with her walls already torn.

The bearded guy joins in, punching her in the ribs lightly at first, then harder, making her gasp and curl inward. "Fight back, bitch, make it fun," he laughs, landing a solid hit to her stomach that knocks the wind out of her. She wheezes, but the fucking doesn't stop.

The fourth guy can't wait anymore; he flips her over onto all fours in the filthy alley, her knees scraping on gravel, and spreads her ass cheeks wide.

"Time for that idol butthole," he says, spitting on his 13-inch monster cock. Rei's eyes widened in terror. "No, not there, it hurts…please!" 

But he ignores her, pressing the fat head against her virgin pucker. He shoves in dry, no lube, tearing her asshole open with a pop that makes her scream bloody murder. The pain is excruciating, like being split in half, as he forces inch after agonizing inch into her rectum.

"Fuck, she's tight back here," he groans, grabbing her hips and yanking her back onto him. 

He doesn't stop until he's balls-deep, his cock so long it pushes past her rectum and into her intestines, a deep invasion that makes her belly bulge even more grotesquely from the anal side, the outline snaking up her abdomen, pressing against her organs, making her retch from the pressure.

She's double-penetrated now, the dreadlocked guy still railing her pussy while this beast reams her ass, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall separating them. Rei's body jerks like a ragdoll, her firm tits swinging, bruises blooming across her skin from the punches and slaps raining down. 

The bearded one kneels in front of her, forcing his dick down her throat, completing the spitroast. "Choke on it, you worthless slut," he snarls, holding her head and face-fucking her until she turns blue.

The leader circles around, kicking her in the side for good measure, his boot connecting with her ribs and making her cry around the cock. "That's right, take it all. You're our fucktoy now." 

They rotate like that for what feels like hours to her—switching holes, pounding her ass so deep it feels like they're punching her guts from the inside, the belly bulges constantly and painfully, her intestines aching from the unnatural depth.

One by one, they unload: cum blasting into her ass, making it slosh and leak out in sloppy rivers; more flooding her pussy until it's a creamy wreck; ropes shooting down her throat, forcing her to swallow or drown. They slap her ass raw, punch her thighs until they're black and blue, twist her nipples until they're swollen and bleeding. 

Rei's mind fractures from the brutality, her pleas turning to broken whimpers, but they don't care. This is pure violation, no mercy, no enjoyment, just raw, animalistic rape in the shadows of the city.

As the last one pulls out, leaving her a crumpled, sweaty cum-soaked mess on the alley floor, her body twitching in agony, they zip up and laugh.

"Thanks for the ride, idol girl. Tell your fans about us." They vanish into the night, leaving Rei to crawl toward the dorm, every step a fresh hell of pain from her ruined holes and battered body.

[mintchoccy]

How Well You Can Follow Orders

Gaeul x Male Reader

t/w: power dynamics

"What is it, sunbae?" your ask low.

You stand in the empty classroom, sunlight streaming through the windows.

Gaeul dragged you here, her grip on your wrist surprisingly strong for someone so small, unsure why she's pulled you into this quiet corner of the school. The door's closed, the hallway outside silent. It's just you and her.

She's in front of you, her petite frame barely reaching your chest, hands planted firmly on her hips. Her eyes showing something unreadable maybe annoyance, or maybe... something.

She doesn't answer right away. Instead, her gaze flicks down, before you can react, she steps forward, and stomp—her sneaker presses hard against your crotch.

The bulge in your pants, already stiff from the way her skirt hugs her thighs, the way her confidence fills the room.

You suck in a breath, caught off guard by the pressure.

"You called me short," she says, her voice biting, "yet you're hard for me."

Her sneaker grinds down slows, you bite your lip, a whimper slipping out despite yourself.

"Fucking disgusting," she mutters, she twists her foot, pressing harder, and you can't help it, a low groan escapes your throat.

Her smirk widens, but there's no warmth in it. "What's wrong with you, huh? Getting on of this?" Her voice drips with disgust, but she doesn't let up, her sneaker pinning you in place as your knees threaten to buckle.

You try to speak, to explain, but the words catch in your throat. She's so close now, her breath warm against your neck as she leans in.

"You're pathetic," she whispers, her lips brushing your ear.

"Sunbae, please--" you said, but she cuts you off with a sharp laugh.

"Shut up."

Her hands dart to your uniform shirt, fingers curling around the fabric. With a swift yank, she rips it open, buttons popping free and scattering across the floor.

Your broad shoulders are exposed, the white tank top underneath clinging to your chest. She doesn't stop there.

Her nails dig into your tank top, and with another rough tug, it tears apart, shredded remnants hanging off your frame.

"Fuck," you moan, the cool air hitting your bare skin. Your chest heaves, and she notices, her smirk growing darker.

"Pathetic," she mutters, her fingers grazing your exposed collarbone, tracing the lines of your muscles.

"You're shaking, you know that?" her hand presses against your chest, shoving you harder against the desk.

You let out a choked gasp, the wood digging into your back. "You like this, don't you? Getting humiliated by someone 'short' like me."

"S-Sunbae, I didn't mean—" you stammer, but her hand cracks across your cheek, not hard, but enough to sting.

"Don't lie," she hisses, her face inches from yours.

"You're so fucking hard it's disgusting." her fingers slide down, brushing over your nipple, and you flinch, a low moan spilling from your lips.

She laughs, sharp and mocking. "God, you're such a mess." Her hand grips your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Beg me to stop, and maybe I'll think about it."

You try to speak, but all that comes out is another trembling moan, your body betraying you as her sneaker presses just a little harder.

Gaeul steps back, her eyes cold and commanding. "On your knees," she says, voice sharp.

You freeze, heart pounding, her gaze narrows, and she steps closer, "On. your. fucking. knees." she snaps, her tone leaving no room for defiance.

You swallow hard, dropping to your knees on the cold floor.

She kicks off her sneakers with deliberate slowness, peeling off one sock, then the other. Her glistening feet, slightly damp from the day, catch the light. She steps forward, one foot hovering in front of your face.

"Lick it. Clean," she orders, her voice low and venomous.

You hesitate, breath catching, but her hand shoots out, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. "Don't make me say it again," she hisses.

A soft moan slips from you, your body trembling as you lean forward, lips brushing the arch of her foot. The faint salt of her skin hits your tongue, and you shudder, a choked gasp escaping as you obey, licking slowly, carefully.

"You're pathetic," she mutters, her toes curling slightly as you work. Her grip on your hair tightens, pulling another whimper from your throat.

"Harder. Do it right," her foot presses against your mouth, your moans muffled against its, your cock throbs painfully in your pants.

"Faster," she snaps, "You're not done until I say so."

You obey, your tongue moving more urgently, tracing the curve of her arch, the soft skin of her toes, and she laughs, a sharp, mocking sound that makes your face burn. "God, you're fucking disgusting," she says, tugging your hair harder, forcing your head to tilt up.

"Look at you, whining like a bitch while you lick my feet."

She shifts her foot, pressing it harder against your mouth. "You like this, don't you?" she taunts, her toes curling slightly, brushing your lips.

"Big guy like you, all tough, but you're on your knees for someone like me," her voice sting.

She pulls her foot away suddenly, and you gasp, catching your breath, "Don't stop," she says, stepping closer until her other foot hovers in front of you, "Clean this one too."

You hesitate for a split second, and her hand cracks across your cheek— "Don't test me," she hisses, grabbing your chin and forcing your gaze up to meet hers. "You're mine right now, and you'll do whatever I say."

You lean forward, your tongue brushing her other foot, your hands clench into fists at your sides, fighting the urge to touch yourself, "Fuck," you mutter under your breath, and she smirks, clearly hearing it.

"What was that?" she says, her tone mocking.

She steps closer, her bare foot sliding down your chest, leaving a faint trail of dampness on your exposed skin. "You're falling apart, aren't you? Can't even talk straight."

Her foot presses against your chest now, pushing you back until you're leaning awkwardly against the desk, your knees still planted on the floor. "Say it. Tell me how much you want this."

"S-Sunbae," you stammer, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Wrong answer," she cuts you off, her foot sliding lower, brushing dangerously close to the bulge in your pants. You gasp, a low, desperate moan escaping as your hip twitches.

"Try again. Tell me you want this."

"I... I want it," you choke out, your body betrays you, hips shifting slightly, seeking more pressure, and she notices, her smirk widening.

"Louder," she demands, her foot pressing just enough to make you groan.

"I want it, sunbae," louder this time, your face burning as the words spill out. "Please... I need it."

She laughs again, and steps back, leaving you panting, your chest heaving.

"Pathetic," she mutters, circling you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Look at you, all worked up, begging for me."

Her fingers trail along the desk as she moves, her skirt swaying slightly, drawing your eyes despite yourself. "You think you deserve anything from me? After calling me short?"

You try to speak, to apologize, but your throat is tight, and all that comes out is another soft whimper.

She stops in front of you, grabbing your chin again, forcing you to look up at her, "You don't get to talk unless I tell you to," she says, her thumb brushing roughly over your lips.

"You're going to make this up to me, and you're going to do it my way."

Her hand slides down, gripping your torn shirt and yanking it off completely, leaving you bare from the waist up. You shiver, another moan slipping out as her nails rake lightly down your chest, leaving faint red lines.

"So fucking sensitive," she murmurs, almost to herself, her fingers lingering on your nipple, pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. "You're going to regret ever opening your mouth."

She steps back, sitting on the edge of the desk, her legs crossed, one bare foot dangling in front of you. "Crawl to me," she says, her voice low and commanding.

You hesitate, but her eyes narrow, and you know better than to disobey. You shift forward on your knees, crawl the short distance to her, your breath ragged, your body screaming with need.

"Good boy," she says, her tone mocking, makes your cock twitch again.

She uncrosses her legs, spreading them slightly, her skirt riding up just enough to make your mouth go dry.

"Now, let's see how well you can follow orders."

a/n: testing the waters, because this have been on my drafts since a long time

next part <-

[mintchoccy]

Karina watches blandly as your latest load adds to the smelly mess already congealing across her chest, how... delightful. She raises an eyebrow when your cock continues to slide between her overused breasts, surely you are finished...

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP

Karina sighs 😮‍💨

[mintchoccy]

How Well You Can Follow Orders (cont.)

Gaeul x Male Reader

counts: ~5250 words

t/w: power dynamic, blood mention, record threat

previous part <- suggest to read this first

You're on your knees, your uniform scattered around you. The classroom feels full with tension, your body a mess of shame.

Gaeul sits on the desk, her bare legs dangling, trembling you under her gaze.

She slow slides off the desk, stands over you, her petite frame casting a shadow that feels impossibly heavy.

"Lie down," she says, her voice sharp, leaving no room for argument.

You hesitate for a moment, your breath catching, but the look in her eyes, makes you obey.

You lower yourself to the cold classroom floor, your bare back lie flat on it, your torn shirt and tank top long gone. Your heart pounds, your cock straining painfully against your pants, unable to hide it.

Gaeul steps closer, her bare foot hovering over you, "I'm not as soft as I look," she says low, "And I'll make it hard for you."

Before you can reply, her foot presses down on your bulge, the pressure immediate and it's intense.

You gasp, a choked moan spilling as your hips buck involuntarily. She twists her foot, grinding it against you, your pants amplifying the sensation, pain and pleasure blurring together.

"Fuck," you groan, hands clenching into fists at your sides.

She smirks, her toes curling slightly as she presses harder, playing with you.

"Pathetic," she mutters, her foot twisting again, drawing another moan from your throat.

"You're so fucking weak for me."

Without warning, she kicks your hardening cock, "Shit—" not enough to injure, but enough to make you cry out.

"Look at you," she says, "Moaning like a slut while I step on you."

Her foot comes down again, lighter this time, teasing, rubbing slow circles over your bulge.

You gasp, your hips twitching, chasing the pressure despite to yourself.

"You want more, don't you?" she taunts, her eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of desperation on your face. "Beg for it."

"S-Sunbae, please," you stammer, barely able to think about anything but this. "Please... I need—"

"Need what?" she cuts you off, her foot pressing harder, making you groan, your head tipping back against the floor. "Say it. Tell me what you need."

"I need you," you choke out, "Please, sunbae, I need—fuck—"

Another kick cuts you off, your body trembling under her control.

She laughs cold, and steps over you, straddling your waist without sitting down, then she's leaning down, her skirt brushing against your bare chest.

"You don't get to decide what you need," she says, her face inches from yours. Her breath is warm against your lips,

You whimper, your hands twitching, wanting to reach for her but knowing better.

"You're mine to play with, and I'm not done breaking you yet."

Her foot slides back to your bulge, pressing and teasing again, and you let out a broken moan, your body arching slightly off the floor.

"Keep making those noises," she whispers, her lips curling into a cruel smile.

"I want to hear it. every. fucking. one."

She take a steps forward, positioning herself directly above your head, her skirt swaying slightly. You can see her black panties, stark against her pale thighs.

Your breath catches. Instinctively, you dart your eyes away, heat flooding your face, not wanting to cross that line, not wanting to give her more ammunition to humiliate you.

"Look at it," she snaps, her voice sharp, "Fucking look at it."

You hesitate, your heart pounding, but before you can react, her bare foot moves, pressing against the side of your face. Her toes dig into your cheek, forcing your head to tilt back, your gaze dragged upward to where her panties are visible under her skirt.

"Don't you dare look away," she says, her foot nudging your face harder to keep your eyes locked on her.

Your breath hitches, a soft whimper slipping out as you stare her black panties. Your cock twitching painfully in your pants.

She notices, her lips curling into a cruel smirk. "Disgusting," she mutters, her foot sliding off your face, leaving your skin tingling.

Without a word, she crouches down, lowering herself until her hips hover directly over your head. Her black panties are inches from your face now, and before you can process it, she presses herself down, her panties brushing against your nose and mouth.

The warmth and faint musk of her fighting your senses, and you struggling to breathe as she grinds slightly, pinning your head to the floor. "Fuck," you mumble, voice muffled, barely audible, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

You try to turn your head, to find air, but her weight keeps you trapped, her thighs pressing against your ears.

She laughs softly, the sound laced with satisfaction. "What's wrong? Can't handle me?" she taunts, shifting her hips to press harder, cutting off what little air you had.

"You're so fucking weak, whimpering under me like this."

Her fingers reach down, grabbing your hair and yanking your head up, forcing your face deeper into her. Her panties rubs against your lips, and you groan, the sound vibrating against her, making her hum.

"You like this, don't you?" she says, mixing with mockery, "Can't even breathe, and you're still moaning like a slut."

She grinds down again.

You whimper, your body trembling, your cock straining so hard it hurts, and you can't stop your moans spilling from your throat.

Finally she pulls back, standing up slowly, her skirt swaying as she towers over you again, "Look at you," she says, "A fucking mess, lying there, begging for it."

Your chest heaves, your face burning as you try to catch your breath, but her gaze flicks down to the obvious bulge straining against your pants.

She crouches beside you, her fingers moving to the zipper of your pants, making you flinch, then she tugs the fabric down, freeing your half-hard cock. "Fuck," you mutter.

You cock springs out, thick and veined, pulsing under her gaze, your hips twitching involuntarily because the cool air hits your exposed skin.

She stares down at you, her expression unreadable but her eyes still showing control. She reaches into her skirt pocket and pulls out her phone.

Before you can protest, she angles it, snapping a quick photo of you, lying on the floor, chest bare, cock out, and exposed.

"Sunbae, no—" you start, voice cracking, but she cuts you off with a sharp look, her foot nudging your thigh, dangerously close to your cock. "Shut up," she says, tone cold, "You don't get to tell me what to do."

She tilts her head, inspecting the photo on her screen, a slow, wicked smile spreading across her face. "This is mine now," she says, waving the phone slightly. "You try anything, and everyone sees this, got it?"

Your head falling back against the floor, "Please, sunbae," you mumble, your hands clenching into fists as you fight the urge to cover yourself. Her threat of the photo, it's too much, and yet the heat pooling in your gut only grows.

She leans down, her face inches from yours, "You're so fucking pathetic," she whispers, her fingers brushing lightly over your cock, just enough to make you gasp, a broken moan spilling from your lips.

"Look at this thing," she says, her touch teasing, barely grazing the sensitive skin. "All hard and desperate for me. Disgusting."

Her fingers wrap around you, giving a slow stroke, "Fuck, please," you moan, your body trembling as she toys with you, her grip just tight enough to drive you insane.

She laughs softly, pulling her hand away and standing up, leaving you panting, your cock throbbing in the open air. "You don't get to come that easy," she says, pocketing her phone.

"You're going to earn it, and you're going to do exactly what I say."

Her foot nudges your cock again, a light tap that makes you flinch, your body completely at her mercy.

"Get up," she orders, sharp and commanding.

You scramble to your feet, your pants still unzipped, cock bobbing slightly as you stand.

She steps closer, her petite frame somehow filling the room with her presence. "You're such a fucking mess," she says mocking.

Her fingers reach out, trailing lightly over your chest, nails scraping just enough to make you flinch, "Look at this," she says, her hand drifting lower, brushing dangerously close to your cock without touching it. "So desperate, it's pathetic."

"Sunbae, please," you mumble.

"Please what?" she taunts, her fingers finally grazing your length, a featherlight touch that makes your cock twitches again, hips jerking forward.

"You want me to touch you? After you called me short?" her fingers wrap around you, giving a slow, torturous stroke that makes your knees buckle.

"Fuck," you groan, head tipping back, your body trembling as she works you, "I'm sorry, sunbae, I didn't mean—ah—"

Your words cut off as she squeezes just a little harder, her thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, smearing the precum there.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," she says, cold.

She lets go abruptly, and your hips thrusting into nothing.

She steps back, circling you like a predator, her skirt swaying as she moves, "You're going to make it up to me," she says, stopping behind you.

Her hands slide up your bare back, nails digging in, leaving faint red lines. You shudder, her touch sends heat coursing through you.

"Turn around," she orders, and you obey, your movements shaky.

She's standing there, hands on her hips, her black panties still visible under the hem of her skirt from where you're standing.

Your eyes flicker down instinctively, and she catches it, her smirk turning wicked, "You like what you see, don't you?" she says, stepping closer until her body is inches from yours.

"Fucking pervert."

Before you can respond, her hand darts out, grabbing your cock again, stroking faster this time.

You moan loudly, your head falling forward, your hands clenching into fists "Sunbae, fuck, please," you gasp, hips bucking into her hand.

"Shut up," she snaps, her free hand grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her.

Her eyes gleaming with control, and you whimper under her gaze, "You don't get to ask for anything," she says, her strokes slowing, teasing, making you groan in frustration.

"You're here to please me, not the other way around."

She steps back again, leaving you panting, your cock throbbing painfully, aching for release. "On your knees again," she says, her tone leaving no moment for argument.

You drop instantly, the floor biting into your knees, your breath ragged as you look up at her.

She steps forward, lifting her skirt slightly, her black panties taunting you, "You want this?" she asks, her voice mocking. "Beg for it."

"Please, sunbae," you choke out, "I need you, please, I'll do anything."

Your hands twitch, wanting to reach for her, but you know better, keeping them at your sides.

She laughs cold and crouches down, her face inches from yours. "Anything?" she whispers, her breath warm against your lips.

"Then you're going to prove it."

Her hand reaches out, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back, "Open your mouth," she orders, and your lips part instantly, a moan escaping as you obey.

"Good," she says, her voice low and mocking, her lips curling into a smirk. "You look better like this—on your knees, mouth open, begging like a dog." She tugs your hair harder, making you gasp, the sharp sting sending a jolt through you.

Your cock twitches, and she notices, her eyes flicking down with a scoff. "Fucking disgusting," she mutters.

She straightens up, letting go of your hair, and steps back, her skirt swaying as she moves. "Stay there," she orders, her tone sharp, and you don't dare move, but your body trembling.

She reaches for her phone again, holding it up, and your heart sinks, knowing what's coming.

The camera clicks, capturing you, kneeling, exposed, cock hard and glistening with precum, your face flushed.

You whimper, your head dropping, but she snaps, "Look at me."

Your eyes lift, meeting hers, and another photo flashes. "This one's for me," she says, pocketing the phone with a smug grin.

"Something to remind you who owns you now."

She steps closer again, crouching down until her face is level with yours, her breath warm against your lips. "You're so fucking pathetic," she whispers, her fingers brushing your cheek, almost gentle, before she grabs your chin, forcing your mouth open wider.

"You're going to make this up to me, every single word you said." Her thumb traces your lower lip, and you shudder, a low moan escaping as your tongue twitches, wanting to taste her.

Without warning, she stands, lifting her skirt just enough to slide her black panties down her thighs. They drop to the floor, and your breath catches, your eyes locked on the bare skin now exposed.

She steps out of them, kicking them aside, and your heart pounds, a choked whimper slipping out as you stare, unable to look away. "You want this?" she taunts, spreading her legs slightly, her voice dripping with mockery. "Show me how much."

"S-Sunbae, please," you stammer, voice hoarse, your hands shaking at your sides. "I'll do anything, I swear, just—fuck—"

Your words break into a moan as she steps forward, grabbing your hair again and pulling your face close, inches from her core.

"Lick," she orders.

You hesitate for a split second, but her grip tightens, and she shoves your face forward.

Your tongue darts out, tasting her, and a desperate moan spills from your throat as you obey, licking slowly at first, then faster as her fingers tighten in your hair. The taste of her, warm and slick, floods your senses, and you groan against her, your cock throbbing so hard it hurts.

"Fuck, that's it," she hisses, her voice low and breathy, her hips rocking slightly against your mouth. "You're so fucking eager, aren't you? Moaning like a slut for me."

Your hands grip the floor, as you work every lick drawing a soft gasp from her, though she tries to hide it.

Your moans vibrate against her, she laughs, sharp and mocking. "Look at you, so desperate to please me."

She pulls your hair harder, grinding against your face, and you whimper, struggling to breathe but too lost in her to care.

Your tongue moves faster yo satisfy her, your cock twitching with every sound she makes. "Don't stop," she says, her voice tightening, "You stop, and I send those photos to everyone."

She's in complete control, and you're nothing but hers, your moans and gasps filling the classroom as she uses you.

"Fuck, you're so pathetic," she hisses, "Moaning like that while you eat me out. You love this, don't you?"

Tour cock twitching at her taunts, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. You try to speak, to beg, but your words are swallowed by her, your lips and tongue too busy to form anything.

She tugs your hair sharply, pulling your face deeper into her, and you gasp, struggling for air as your nose presses against her.

"Don't you dare slow down," she snaps, her voice tighter now, her thighs trembling slightly around your head. Your tongue flicks faster to please her, making her hips buck.

"That's it," she breathes, her tone shifting, still cruel, but mix with something needy. "Keep going, you fucking slut."

Your hands grip the floor, nails scratching as you pour everything into her, your moans and whimpers blending with the wet sounds of your tongue against her.

Your cock aches, untouched, the pressure building so intensely you think you might come just from this, her taste, her scent, her dominance.

Suddenly, she pulls back, just enough to let you gasp for air, your chest heaving as you suck in ragged breaths.

Your lips slicks, your face flushed, and you whimper, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen.

"Look at you," she says, her voice mocking but breathy, her chest rising and falling as she stares down at you. "You're a fucking wreck."

Her eyes flick to your cock, hard and leaking, and she smirks, stepping closer again.

She crouches down, her face inches from yours, her fingers grabbing your chin to force your gaze up. "You thought this was over?" she whispers, her breath hot against your lips. "I'm not done with you."

Her hand slides down, wrapping around your cock, and you cry out, a desperate moan as her fingers squeeze, stroking slow. The sensation is too much, your hips bucking into her hand, and you whimper again, your voice breaking.

"Fuck, sunbae, please," you gasp, your words slurring with need, your head falling forward as she works you, her grip tight and unrelenting. "I can't—I'm gonna—"

"Not yet," she snaps, her hand stopping suddenly, leaving you teetering on the edge, a frustrated groan tearing from your throat.

She stands, pulling you up by your hair, "You don't get to come until I say so," she says cold.

She shoves you back against the desk, the edge biting into your thighs.

She climbs onto the desk, straddling your hips without sitting down, her bare pussy hovering just above your aching cock.

You can feel the heat of her, so close but not touching, and you whimper, your hands clenching into fists as you fight the urge to pull her down.

"You want this?" she taunts, her voice low, her skirt bunched around her hips. "Beg for it. Loud."

"Please, sunbae," you choke out, "please, I need you, I need to feel you, fuck, please—" your words break into a moan as she lowers herself just enough to brush against the tip of your cock, the contact sending a jolt through you.

Your hips jerking up, but she lifts away, smirking at your desperation.

"Not good enough," she says, her fingers trailing lightly over your chest, nails scraping your skin.

"Try harder."

Your body shaking, every nerve screaming for release.

"Please, sunbae, I'll do anything," you beg, tears prickling at the edges of your eyes.

"Fuck me, please, I'm yours, I'll be good, I swear—"

She cuts you off, leaning down suddenly, her lips crashing against yours. But it's not a kiss, it's a claim.

Her teeth sink into your lower lip, you cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure as the taste of blood blooms in your mouth.

She bites harder, breaking the skin, and you whimper, your head spinning as she pulls back, licking her lips, a smear of your blood on her mouth. "That's better," she says, her voice low and dangerous, her eyes glinting with satisfaction.

Before you can process the sting, her hand cracks across your face, the slap sharp and sudden, leaving your cheek burning. You gasp, a choked moan slipping out as your head snaps to the side.

"Pathetic," she mutters, her hand grabbing your throat, fingers digging into your skin just enough to make your breath hitch.

"You don't get to whine. You take what I give you."

Her grip tightens, cutting off your air, and you choke out a desperate groan, your hands gripping the desk to steady yourself. Your vision blurs, your cock throbbing painfully as her fingers squeeze, "Look at you," she taunts, her voice breathy but sting, "Choking and moaning like a fucking slut."

Your body trembles, the lack of oxygen intensifying every sensation, and you whimper, your hips bucking instinctively toward her.

She loosens her grip just enough to let you gasp for air, your chest heaving as you suck in ragged breaths. But there's no mercy in her eyes.

She shifts, finally lowering herself, and you moan loudly as her slick heat envelopes the tip of your cock, teasing, not enough. "Fuck," you groan, your hands shaking as you fight the urge to grab her.

"Shut up," she snaps, her hand tightening on your throat again as she sinks down fully, taking you inside her in one slow motion.

Her heat and tightness pussy overwhelm you, and you cry out, your hips jerk up, desperate to thrust deeper. She's tight, so fucking tight, and the way she moves—slow, controlled, using you—drives you insane.

"Sunbae, fuck, please," you gasp, tears spilling down your cheeks as she starts to ride you, her movements deliberate, each roll of her hips sending waves of pleasure and pain through you.

Her hand on your throat keeps you pinned, her nails digging into your skin, and you whimper, completely at her mercy.

"Don't you dare move," she hisses, her other hand slapping your chest, leaving a stinging red mark. "You're mine to fuck, got it?"

She speeds up, her hips slamming down harder, and you moan, your body arching off the desk as she takes you, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

The desk creaks under the force, and you're lost, your cock throbbing inside her, the pressure building so intensely you can barely think.

"Fuck, you're so big," she mutters, almost to herself, her voice breathy now, her control slipping just a fraction as she rides you faster.

Her thighs tremble, her breath hitching, but she doesn't let up, her hand squeezing your throat tighter as you choke out another moan, your vision spotting.

"Keep moaning," she demands, her nails raking down your chest, leaving burning marks. "Let me hear how much you love this."

You can't hold back, she fucks you harder, her movements relentless. "Sunbae, I'm—fuck, I'm gonna—" you gasp, your body trembling as you teeter on the edge, every nerve screaming for release.

"Not yet," she snarls.

Suddenly, she lifts herself off you, her hand leaving your throat, your cock slipping free with a wet sound, and you groan, a desperate, broken moan at the loss of her warmth.

Your hips buck instinctively, chasing her, but she presses a hand to your chest, shoving you back down. "Stay still," she snaps, her tone cold and commanding.

She shifts, climbing forward until she's straddling your chest, her bare thighs pressing against your sweat-slicked skin. Her skirt is bunched around her waist, her pussy exposed, glistening from her wetness and your earlier efforts.

"You're gonna watch me cum," she says, low and taunting, her eyes locked on yours.

She leans back, propping herself up with one hand on your stomach, her fingers digging into your skin for balance.

Her other hand slides between her legs, fingers brushing over her clit, and she lets out a soft, mocking hum, her gaze never leaving your face. "Don't you dare look away," she orders, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, her hips rocking slightly as she works herself in front of you.

You whimper, your cock twitching painfully, untouched and leaking against your stomach.

The sight of her, her slick fingers, her flushed skin, the way her thighs tremble, drives you insane, and you moan, low and desperate, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

"Fuck, sunbae," you choke out, your chest heaving as you watch her, unable to tear your eyes away even if you wanted to.

"Pathetic," she mutters, her fingers speeding up, she rubs herself harder. "Moaning just from watching me. You're so fucking weak."

Her fingers dip lower, sliding inside herself, and she gasps, a soft, genuine sound that makes your cock throb even harder. "You wish you could touch me, don't you?" she taunts, her voice breathy now, her hips grinding against her hand. "Too bad you don't deserve it."

You whimper again, your head spinning, "Please, sunbae."

"I need—fuck, I need you," your hips shift, desperate for any kind of relief, but she presses her hand harder against your chest, pinning you down.

"Shut up," she hisses, her fingers moving faster as she works herself closer to the edge.

Her thighs shake, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, "You don’t get to beg," she says, her voice trembling slightly, her control slipping as she nears her climax. "You just get to watch."

Her fingers move with purpose now, her hips bucking against her hand, and she lets out a low moan, her head tipping back slightly, her dark hair falling over her shoulders.

"Fuck," she breathes, her voice softer, almost a whimper of her own, and the sound drives you wild, your cock twitching helplessly, your moans matching hers. She's close, you can tell, her thighs trembling, her breath hitching.

"Sunbae, please," you whisper, your voice breaking, unable to stop yourself as you watch her fingers move faster, her body tensing.

She gasps, a sharp, needy sound, and then she's coming, "Fuck!" her hips jerking, her fingers slick as she rides out her climax right in front of you. The sight is too much, and you groan, loud and desperate, your body shaking as you fight to hold back, your cock throbbing so hard it hurts.

She catches her breath, her chest heaving, and looks down at you, her smirk returning, though her eyes are still glassy from her release. "You didn't come, did you?" she says, mocking, her hand sliding off your chest to hover over your cock, not touching, just teasing. "Because you know what happens if you do without my permission."

You whimper, shaking your head, your body screaming for release but terrified of disobeying her. "No, sunbae, I didn't," you choke out, voice trembling, tears spilling down your cheeks. "Please, I'll be good, I swear."

She laughs, soft and cruel, and leans down, her lips brushing your ear. "We'll see," she whispers, her fingers grazing your cock just enough to make you cry out, "You're not done yet."

She slides off your chest to standing "You're such a fucking sight," she says, her voice low and mocking.

She takes her phone from the desk.

She holds it up, the camera lens glinting, and your stomach twists, knowing what's coming. "Don't move," she orders, her tone cold, and you freeze, your breath hitching as she starts recording, the red dot blinking.

Her eyes rake over you, and she steps closer, the phone capturing every inch of your humiliation, your bare chest, red and scratched from her nails; your neck, bruised from her choking grip; your face, flushed and tear-streaked, with blood smudged on your lip.

She lingers on your nipples, hard and sensitive from her earlier teasing, and you whimper, your body twitching under the scrutiny of her camera. "Look at this," she taunts, zooming in on your face. "Crying like a bitch, and you're still so fucking hard."

The phone pans down to your cock, throbbing and leaking, and you groan, the humiliation searing through you as she records it all.

"Pathetic," she mutters, her free hand reaching out to graze your nipple, pinching it hard enough to make you gasp, a choked moan spilling from your lips.

The camera catches it, and she smirks, her fingers trailing up to your neck, tracing the marks she left.

"You're mine," she says, her voice low and possessive, her thumb brushing over your bloody lip, smearing it as you whimper again, the pain and pleasure blurring together.

She steps back, still recording, and points to the desk. "Sit," she orders, her tone leaving no room for argument. Your legs shake as you obey, stumbling to your feet and perching on the edge of the desk, your cock bobbing with the movement, your hands gripping the wood to steady yourself.

She moves behind you, her body pressing against your back, her breath hot against your ear. The phone is still in her hand, angled to capture you from the side, your flushed face and trembling body in full view.

"Spread your legs," she whispers, her voice dark and commanding, and you do, your thighs parting as a low moan escapes you.

Her free hand slides around your waist, fingers wrapping around your cock, and you cry out, your head falling back against her shoulder as she starts stroking, slow and deliberate.

The camera records it all, your twitching hips, your gasping mouth, the way your cock pulses in her grip, slick with precum.

"Fuck," you groan, voice raw and breaking, your body shaking as she works you, her fingers tight and skilled.

She jerks you faster, her thumb circling the tip, and you moan even loudly, your hips bucking into her hand. The phone stays steady, capturing every sound, every twitch, every tear that slips down your cheek.

"You're gonna cum for me," she says, her voice low and taunting, her lips brushing your ear. "And I'm gonna record every second of it."

Her hand speeds up, relentless, and you whimper, your chest heaving, the pressure building so intensely you can't hold back. "Beg for it," she demands, squeezing harder, making you gasp.

"Please, sunbae, let me cum," you choke out, voice trembling, tears spilling freely now. "I need it, fuck, please, I'm begging you—" Your words break into a sob, your body shaking as she drives you closer, her grip unforgiving.

"Good boy," she murmurs, her voice almost soft but dripping with mockery. She jerks you even faster, her fingers slick with your precum, and you're done for.

"Cum," she orders, and you obey, your cock pulsing in her hand, thick ropes spilling over her fingers and onto your stomach as you moan loudly, your body convulsing.

"Fuck, fuck, sunbae," you gasp, your voice breaking, your head thrown back as she milks you through it, her hand never slowing, the camera capturing every shudder, every drop, every broken sound you make.

Your vision blurs, your body trembling as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you spent and shaking, tears streaming down your face.

She keeps recording, her hand slowing but not stopping, drawing out every last whimper and moan until you're oversensitive, gasping, begging her to stop. '

"Enough," she says finally, pulling her hand away, and you collapse against her, panting, your body limp.

She steps back, still filming, zooming in on your cum-streaked stomach, your flushed face, your trembling lips. "Perfect," she says, her voice cold, pocketing her phone.

She steps closer, her fingers slick with your cum, and wipes them across your tattered remains of shirt, still hanging off your shoulders.

She makes it smeared with your own release, "Disgusting," she mutters, low and mocking, her lips curling into a smirk as she inspects her handiwork.

She leans in, her face inches from yours, her breath warm against your flushed cheek. "If I ever see you around this school," she says, her tone cold and deliberate, "I'll tear you apart again. And you can't escape me."

Her words are a promise, heavy with threat, and your stomach twists, a mix of fear and lingering arousal making your head spin.

You nod weakly, unable to speak, your throat too raw, your body too spent.

She steps back, smoothing her skirt with a casual flick of her hands. She bends down, retrieving her black panties from the floor, and slips them back on. She adjusts her clothes, as if nothing happened, while you're left a trembling mess, barely able to sit upright.

Without another word, she turns walk out of the classroom, the door clicking shut behind her.

The classroom feels too big, too empty without her, and yet the thought of seeing her again, of her tearing you apart as she promised, sends a shiver down your spine.

You're trapped, and there's no escaping her.

a/n: next chapters? any ideas for it?

[mintchoccy]

"Velvet Restraint"

Myoui Mina x M!Reader

➤ Word Count: 13.2K ➤Tags (18+): Domination/Submission, Possessiveness/ Jealousy, Mommy Vibes, Spanking (thighs, chest), Hair Pulling, Bondage (a little),  Dirty Talk, Choking, Face-Sitting, Blindfolding (temporary), Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial, Temperature Play (a little) ,Face Fucking, Edging, Mutual Masturbation, Rimming, Anal Gape, Cum-painting, A2M

➤Teaser: She was elegance in motion—graceful, poised, untouchable. But when jealousy laced her soft voice and her touch turned commanding, Realizations dawn upon something dangerous: beneath Mina’s calm, there lived a storm... and tonight, it had only one target—you.

➤Note: Nothing major stuff. I was just extremely hormonal for my queen Minari. And this was requested with a minor plot so yeah.

The last flashes of the camera still flickered in your vision as you stepped aside, watching the TWICE girls gather around the monitor to check the final shots. Their energy was infectious—chattering, laughing, half-teasing each other as they reviewed their poses. You tucked your hands into the pockets of your slacks, wearing that small, casual smile you didn’t even realize always lingered around them.

"Y/N, come here!" Dahyun called out brightly, beckoning you with a wiggle of her fingers. "You have to see this one. I think I’m finally mastering my 'mysterious' face."

You laughed, stepping up beside her. "Mysterious? You look like you're hiding a secret from the entire planet."

Dahyun gave a mock gasp, elbowing you lightly in the side, her white blazer crinkling with the movement. "That was the point!"

Nearby, Jeongyeon snorted. "No, no, Y/N’s right. You look like you just committed a crime." She nudged your arm conspiratorially. "See? This is why we need his feedback. He's brutally honest but still makes you feel good about it."

"It's a skill," you joked, tossing a wink at Jeongyeon, who exaggerated a swoon for comedic effect.

The easy banter continued. Sana joined, slipping an arm casually through yours, resting her head dramatically against your shoulder. "Y/N always makes everyone feel pretty. It’s unfair."

You glanced down at her, grinning. "You're acting like you need me to tell you that, Sana. You practically invented 'pretty.'"

She laughed, her hair brushing your arm. In the background, a faint click of heels echoed against the polished floors, almost drowned out by the voices around you.

You barely caught the flash of dark, observant eyes—Mina, a few feet away, standing almost perfectly still beside the drinks table, her fingers lightly curled around a bottled water she hadn’t opened. She said nothing, simply watching, her posture so elegant and composed that it blended into the white-and-gold decor of the studio.

You didn’t think much of it. Mina was always a little quieter after shoots, and you figured she was just letting the others have their moment. After all, the chemistry you had with them wasn’t anything romantic; it was warmth, familiarity—the kind of easy relationship that naturally bloomed after months of working together.

Still, you peeled away slightly from Sana, giving her a gentle pat on the hand before slipping free of her arm. You didn’t want anyone, especially Mina, thinking you were being careless.

"Alright, Miss Visual," you teased Dahyun instead, turning to her next. "Let’s see this masterpiece."

She showed you her favorite shot, her cheeks puffing out in faux seriousness as you studied it. You nodded thoughtfully, pursing your lips. "Honestly?" you said, making her lean in eagerly. "You look like you're planning world domination. But like, in a very fashionable way."

Dahyun burst out laughing, slapping your arm playfully. "I’ll take it! Queen behavior only!"

Chaeyoung wandered over, grabbing your sleeve. "Oppa, you gotta tell them I looked cooler, though," she demanded with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I had that 'don't mess with me' vibe."

You glanced at her shots, pretending to squint in deep examination. "Mmm... more like 'cute but pretending to be dangerous.' Like a kitten trying to growl."

"Yah!" she protested, whacking your arm as Tzuyu giggled behind her hand.

The laughter around you was natural, easy. You gave and received it without thought, radiating that casual affection you always carried—a warmth that had become part of who you were to them.

Still, somewhere at the back of your mind, you caught it—a feeling, a prickling on your skin. A gaze. It wasn’t hostile, but it was sharp. Heavy. Watching.

You turned your head just slightly. Mina hadn't moved. She hadn't smiled, hadn’t joined the circle. She merely stood there, her posture rigid yet graceful, her gaze lingering on you with something unreadable in its depths.

You lifted a hand slightly, giving her a small smile across the space. An invitation.

She didn’t return it. Instead, she took a small, deliberate sip from her water, set it back down with a soft click, and walked towards you, slow and composed like a ripple moving through still water.

The chatter around you didn't even falter. The girls kept laughing, arguing lightheartedly about whose photos were better. No one seemed to notice how Mina's eyes never left you.

She stopped close—closer than she usually would when others were around. Her voice was low, soft enough only for you to hear, but carrying a firm weight beneath it.

"Y/N," she said, her tone wrapped in velvet but unmistakably commanding. "We should go now."

You blinked, slightly caught off guard. "Already? I thought you wanted to—"

Mina’s hand brushed your wrist lightly, the briefest contact, but it silenced whatever you were about to say. There was no anger in her expression. No open jealousy. Mina wasn't the type to make a scene.

But her eyes—those deep, endless eyes—held something else entirely. A quiet decision. A possessive glint hidden behind her usual demure calm.

You swallowed down your protest. Something about the way she was looking at you... You knew better than to argue.

"Alright," you said quietly, flashing an apologetic glance at the rest of the group. "I’m heading out with Mina. Great job today, everyone."

They barely batted an eye, waving you off with playful goodbyes and last-minute jokes about working hard for the next shoot.

But as you stepped away, Mina stayed close—closer than normal, her presence a quiet tether between you. You didn’t even realize until you passed through the exit doors just how tightly your heart was pounding.

And Mina... Mina hadn't said another word. But somehow, you could feel the storm she was carefully, elegantly holding back.

The car door clicked shut behind you with a sound that felt too loud in the suffocating silence. Mina’s fingers curled around the steering wheel, her manicured nails—usually so pristine—digging just slightly into the leather. The engine purred to life, smooth and controlled, just like her.

You stole a glance at her profile. The streetlights flickered across her face as she pulled out of the parking garage, casting shadows over the sharp line of her jaw, the unreadable set of her lips. She hadn’t looked at you once since you got in.

Fuck.

You shifted in your seat, the weight of her silence pressing down on you. "Mina—"

"Seatbelt," she murmured, her voice soft but edged with something that made your stomach tighten.

You obeyed instantly, the click of the buckle sounding like a lock snapping into place.

The drive was agonizing. Mina navigated the streets with her usual grace, but there was a tension in her shoulders, a quiet restraint in the way her fingers flexed against the wheel every time you opened your mouth—then thought better of it.

You tried again. "You know I wasn’t—"

A red light. The car rolled to a stop. Mina finally turned her head, her dark eyes meeting yours with a slow, deliberate intensity that stole the breath from your lungs.

"Do I look like I want to talk right now?"

Her voice was silk wrapped around steel.

You swallowed hard. The air between you thickened, charged with something dangerous—something that coiled low in your gut and made your fingers twitch against your thighs.

Mina held your gaze for a heartbeat longer before turning back to the road, her lips parting just enough to let out a slow, controlled exhale.

The light turned green. She didn’t speak again.

But the way her thigh brushed against the gearshift—the way her skirt rode up just slightly, revealing the barest hint of toned skin—every tiny movement felt like a taunt. A promise.

The city lights blurred past the window as Mina drove in silence, her slender fingers tightening ever so slightly on the steering wheel. You watched the neon signs reflect in her dark eyes, those beautiful pools usually so warm but now cold as polished onyx.

Was it really about the joking around with the members? You replayed the moments in your head—Dahyun's playful elbow, Sana's arm linked with yours, Chaeyoung's whiny "Oppa." Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the usual easy camaraderie you'd built with all of them over time.

But Mina... Mina wasn't looking at you. Mina wasn't speaking. And Mina never shut you out like this unless something had really gotten under her skin.

"Was it Sana?" you finally ventured, keeping your voice low. "You know she just does that with everyone. It doesn't mean—"

The car jerked slightly as Mina pressed the accelerator a little too hard in response, her lips pressing into a thin line. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the seat.

Okay. Wrong move. You tried again, softer this time. "Baby..."

Mina's jaw tensed. A muscle feathered under her smooth skin. Still silent. You exhaled, sinking back into the seat. "I wasn't flirting. You know I'd never—"

"You don't decide what bothers me." Her voice was quiet, lethally calm, slicing through your excuses like a knife.

Your pulse spiked. There it was—the first real crack in her porcelain composure. And fuck if it didn't send a thrill straight down your spine.

Mina turned into the driveway of your shared apartment, the tires crunching over gravel. She killed the engine. Silence swallowed the car whole.

Then, slowly, she turned to face you. Her eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them. "Get inside," she murmured, her voice dripping with quiet authority. "Now."

The elevator ride up to your apartment was the longest thirty seconds of your life. Mina stood beside you, her arms crossed, the scent of her perfume—something expensive and floral—filling the small space. You could feel the heat of her gaze burning into the side of your face, but you didn’t dare look.

Instead, you muttered under your breath, eyes flickering upward as if heaven itself might intervene. “God, if you’re listening… save me from my goddess.”

Mina’s fingers twitched. The elevator dinged.

You shuffled out behind her, still whispering your desperate prayers. “Mina noona is gonna kill me… I swear I didn’t do anything wrong. Help. Please. I’m too young to die.”

Mina unlocked the door with deliberate slowness, her back still turned to you. But you could see the way her shoulders tensed—the way her grip on the doorknob tightened just a fraction.

She stepped inside. You hesitated in the doorway, gulping.

“Maybe… maybe I should sleep at a hotel tonight?” you tried, voice cracking.

Mina didn’t answer. She just turned, slowly, her eyes locking onto yours with terrifying precision.

Then, with a voice like velvet dipped in poison, she murmured:

“Close the door, Y/N.”

Oh. Fuck.

You stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind you. The door clicked shut behind you. And as Mina’s fingers curled into the front of your shirt, dragging you forward, you realized— Prayer wasn’t going to save you tonight.

Her hands shoved against your chest the second you crossed the threshold, sending you stumbling backward into the bedroom. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you barely had time to register the dangerous glint in Mina’s eyes before she turned on her heel and walked out. The door clicked shut with terrifying finality. "M-Mina—?"

No answer. Just the sound of her heels clicking down the hallway, fading into deliberate silence.

You sat there, pulse hammering, listening to the distant sounds of drawers opening, something metallic clinking, the rustle of fabric. Your imagination ran wild. "Oh god. Oh god. She’s getting the rope. She’s getting the cuffs. She’s definitely getting the—"

A soft thud from the other room cut off your mental spiral. Then—silence. Too much silence.

You swallowed dryly. "Noona…?"

Still nothing. The tension coiled tighter in your gut. And then— Click. The door swung open.

The air in the room thickened as Mina’s fingers trailed up the curve of her waist, unhooking the clasp of her blouse with deliberate slowness. The fabric parted, sliding down her shoulders before pooling at her feet. Your breath hitched—her skin glowed under the dim bedroom light, smooth and flawless, save for the faint blush creeping up her chest.

She didn’t speak. Just hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, letting it drop with a whisper of fabric.

Black lace clung to her hips, the delicate straps framing the sinful dip of her waist. Her breasts—small, perky, perfectly shaped—strained against the sheer cups of her lingerie, nipples pebbled beneath the satin. And her ass… god, her ass. That tight, pert curve TWICE stans lost sleep over, barely contained by the scrap of lace riding up her thighs.

Mina smirked, noticing where your eyes lingered. “Eyes up here, sweet thing.”

Your gaze snapped to hers, heat flooding your cheeks. She took a step forward, the sharp click of her heels against hardwood making your pulse stutter. “Did I say you could look?”

Your throat went dry. “N-no, Noona.”

She hummed, circling you like a predator. “Naughty boy. Getting distracted already.” Her fingers brushed over your shoulder, nails grazing just enough to tease. “Pants. Off. Now.”

You fumbled with your belt, fingers trembling under her watchful gaze. The zipper sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room, your cock already straining against your briefs.

Mina’s lips curved. “Mm. Eager, aren’t we?” She tilted her head, trailing a finger down your bare chest. “But we’re not rushing tonight.” Her voice dropped, velvet and steel. “Hands on your thighs. Don’t move them unless I say.”

You obeyed, palms flattening against your legs, fingertips digging into your own skin to keep from touching her.

Mina stepped back, sinking onto the edge of the bed with effortless grace. She crossed her legs—slow, torturous—letting the lace ride higher up her thigh.

“Now,” she purred, “show me how badly you want me.” Her eyes flicked down to where your cock leaked against your stomach. “And remember… good boys don’t cum without permission.”

Her own hand slipped between her legs, fingers tracing lazy circles over the damp lace. Mina’s smile sharpened. “Stroke.”

And like a puppet on her string, you obeyed. Your fingers wrapped around your aching cock with a shaky exhale, the first slow stroke drawing a bead of pre-cum that glistened at the tip. The air between you and Mina felt electric—charged with something far more dangerous than anger. Possession.

Mina watched, her dark eyes tracking every twitch of your hand, every uneven breath that escaped your lips. Her own fingers moved in slow, teasing circles over the lace between her thighs, the fabric already damp with her arousal.

"Slower," she murmured, her voice a velvet command. "You don't get to rush this, my sweet sugar."

You bit your lip, forcing your grip to loosen, your strokes to drag out agonizingly slow. The sensation was maddening—every nerve in your body screamed for more, but Mina's gaze pinned you in place, her dominance a tangible weight in the room.

She let out a soft sigh, her head tilting back slightly as her fingers pressed harder against herself. "Good boy," she cooed, the praise sending a jolt straight to your cock. "Just like that. Show me how well you listen."

Your cheeks burned. There was something unbearably intimate about this—being laid bare under her watchful eyes, your pleasure entirely at her mercy. It wasn't just the physical act; it was the way she owned you in this moment, her jealousy morphing into something far more intoxicating.

Mina's breath hitched as she hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it aside to reveal glistening pink. "See what you do to me?" she whispered, her voice dripping with sinful sweetness. "All because you couldn't behave."

You whimpered, your hips twitching involuntarily.

"Ah-ah." Her free hand lifted, a single finger wagging in warning. "Did I say you could move?"

You froze, your cock throbbing in your grip.

Mina smiled—a slow, dangerous thing—before dragging her fingertip up her slit, gathering wetness and bringing it to her lips. "Mmm…" Her tongue darted out, tasting herself with a hum. "You want to know how you taste on me, naughty one?"

The question punched the air from your lungs.

She didn't wait for an answer.

"Then be good," she breathed, spreading her legs wider, her fingers working in slow, obscene circles. "And maybe—just maybe—I'll let you find out."

Your strokes stuttered, your entire body trembling with restraint.

Mina's laugh was soft, triumphant.

"That's it… suffer for me."

Mina’s fingers slowed against her own slick folds, her gaze sharpening as she watched you struggle to maintain the languid pace she demanded. Your cock—thick, veined, flushed deep red with desperation—twitched in your grip, pre-cum beading at the tip only to be smeared messily down your length with each torturously slow stroke.

“Look at you,” she cooed, her voice saccharine sweet even as her thighs squeezed tighter around her own hand. “My pretty, fair-skinned boy. Even your cock behaves so prettily for me.” Her free hand lifted, gesturing idly. “Tighter. Just at the base—yes, like that.”

You whimpered, your fingers obediently tightening where she instructed, the pressure bordering on painful. Your hips jerked instinctively, but a single raised brow from Mina froze you in place. Her smile turned venomous.

“Oh? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Her fingers abruptly stilled against her own wetness, her voice dropping into something darker. “Like how you didn’t notice me after the shoot?”

Your breath hitched.

“You made them laugh,” she continued, her tone deceptively light as she resumed circling her clit, slower now. “You let Sana cling to you. Let Dahyun demand your praise. Let Chaeyoung call you oppa like she has any right—” Her nail dug sharply into her own thigh, her breath catching before she steadied it. “But me? You barely glanced my way.”

You swallowed hard, your strokes faltering. “Mina, I didn’t—”

“Did I say you could stop?” Her voice cracked like a whip, her other hand slamming down onto the bed beside her. “Keep. Going.”

You hurried to obey, your cock aching from the uneven rhythm. Mina leaned forward, her lace-clad breasts swaying with the movement, her eyes locked onto yours. “You don’t divide your attention, Y/N.” Her thumb pressed hard against her clit, her breath hitching. “You don’t share what’s mine.”

The possessiveness in her voice sent a brutal throb through your length.

“Faster now,” she commanded, her own hips rolling into her hand. “Show me how much you regret it. Show me you know who you belong to.”

Your hand sped up, the slick sounds of your strokes filling the room alongside Mina’s soft, controlled gasps.

She watched you with half-lidded eyes, her lips parting around a moan she refused to let out. “G-good boy,” she managed, her thighs trembling. “Just—just like that. Mine.”

Mina's chest rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths as the last tremors of her climax faded. Her fingers, glistening with her release, lifted from between her thighs—her dark eyes pinned you in place before you could so much as blink. "Come here," she murmured, her voice honey-thick with satisfaction.

You hesitated, your hand still working your cock at the uneven pace she'd demanded. Mina's lips curled. "Did I say you could stop stroking?"

Your grip tightened reflexively, your thighs tensing as you shuffled forward on your knees, your free hand bracing against the bed for balance. Mina watched your struggle with quiet amusement, her damp fingers hovering just inches from your lips.

"Open," she commanded. You obeyed, your mouth parting around a shaky exhale.

Her fingers pressed against your tongue without warning—taste exploding across your senses, sweet and musky and undeniably hers. Your groan was muffled around her skin, your cock twitching violently in your grip as she dragged her fingertips deeper, until your lips brushed her knuckles.

"Suck," she breathed, her other hand tangling in your hair without mercy. "Clean them like the good boy you should have been today."

You hollowed your cheeks, your tongue lapping greedily at her digits, the salt-sharp tang of her arousal flooding your mouth. Mina's breath hitched, her grip tightening in your hair as she watched you through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Look at you," she mused, her voice dripping with mocking praise. "So eager to please me now. Where was this energy earlier, hm?" Her fingers thrust deeper abruptly, cutting off your air for one breathtaking second before pulling back just enough to let you gasp. "Pathetic."

Your eyes watered, your strokes faltering as her fingers fucked shallowly into your mouth.

Mina's smile turned razor-sharp. "Did I say you could slow down?" Her free hand snapped out, wrapping around your wrist to guide your pace back to the punishing rhythm she'd demanded. "You don't get to stop. Not until I say."

Pre-cum dripped from your tip onto the sheets below, your thighs trembling with the effort of holding back—of obeying.

Mina leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she murmured: "Remember this taste the next time you think of ignoring me."

Then her fingers plunged back into your mouth, her hips rolling against nothing as she watched you choke around her.

Your hand was slick with sweat and pre-cum, your strokes ragged and uneven—desperate to keep up with Mina’s impossible demands. Every muscle in your body trembled with restraint, your cock swollen and throbbing, veins straining beneath feverish skin.

Mina watched you unravel with a predator’s patience, her fingers still tangled in your hair, her own arousal glistening on her parted lips.

Then—smack!

Her palm cracked against the back of your hand, knocking it away from your cock so hard your skin stung. You gasped, hips jerking forward into empty air, your entire body tightening like a coiled spring.

"Ah-ah," Mina tutted, her voice saccharine-sweet even as her fingers wrapped around your length in a ruthless grip. "You don’t get to decide when to touch yourself."

Her thumb swiped over your leaking tip, spreading the sticky mess down your shaft before she began stroking—hard, fast, no pity in her touch. Your vision blurred.

"Look at me," she demanded, her grip tightening near the base, squeezing just shy of too much. You forced your eyes open, meeting hers through the haze of pleasure-pain.

Mina’s lips curled. "You want to cum, don’t you?" Her other hand cupped your balls, weighing them in her palm before giving a warning press. "Beg for it."

You swallowed, your voice ragged. "P-please—"

"Please what?" she purred, twisting her wrist on the upstroke, her nails grazing just beneath your swollen head. You choked. "Please let me cum, Noona—fuck!"

Mina slowed her strokes abruptly, her thumb circling your slit in slow, torturous presses. "Mm… I don’t know," she mused, tilting her head. "Do you really deserve it?"

Your hips bucked into her fist, a broken whimper tearing from your throat. She laughed—soft, cruel—and leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Fine."

Her hand snapped tight around your shaft, stroking brutally, her pace relentless.

"Cum."

You shattered. Rope after rope of thick, pearly release painted her fingers, your hips jerking erratically as she milked you through the aftershocks, her grip unyielding even as your legs gave out beneath you.

Mina pulled back just enough to examine her glistening hand, her tongue darting out to taste the mess you’d made. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice softening—just a fraction.

Then she smeared the remnants across your lips, pressing in with her thumb until you tasted yourself. "Next time," she whispered, "you won’t make me wait."

Mina’s fingers trailed down your sweat-slicked chest, her touch featherlight yet commanding as she nudged you backward onto the mattress. The silk sheets clung to your overheated skin, still trembling from the brutal release she’d wrung out of you.

Her lips brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Good boys don’t move,” she murmured, her voice laced with dark promise. “And you are going to be good for me now, aren’t you?”

You barely had time to nod before the cool glide of smooth fabric whispered against your eyelids—black silk, thick enough to plunge you into immediate darkness. Mina tied the blindfold snugly behind your head, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary before withdrawing.

Click.

A drawer slid open. The faint clink of glass, the rustle of something being uncapped. Then—silence. No warning.

Just the sudden, searing heat of slick fingers tracing down your chest—oil? Wax?—before something damp and freezing pressed against your nipple. “Hah—?!” Your back arched off the bed, the shock of cold stealing your breath.

Mina’s laugh was low, wicked. “That’s right,” she purred, dragging the ice cube in slow circles around your pebbled skin. “Every time you move, I add another.”

Your fists clenched in the sheets, your cock already twitching back to life despite the overstimulation. “Shh,” Mina soothed, her free hand trailing down your stomach—only to pinch your other nipple hard. “Be still. Let me play.”

The contrast was maddening. One nipple numb from cold, the other burning from her sharp nails, your hips straining not to buck as Mina’s teeth grazed your inner thigh.

“You’re doing so well,” she whispered, her breath hot against your straining cock before—another ice cube, this time dragged slowly up your length.

You choked on air. Mina’s tongue chased the melting trail, her lips scorching against the chilled skin. “Mmm… see how sweet you taste when you suffer for me?”

Then—without warning—her mouth closed around you, heat enveloping your throbbing cock as the last of the ice dripped onto the sheets.

The blindfold turned the world into a fever dream of sensation—Mina’s lips scorching where the ice had been, her teeth dragging just shy of too much, her nails digging crescent moons into your thighs. Every breath she took against your skin sent a tremble through you, every hum of approval vibrated straight down your cock.

Then—nothing. Her warmth vanished. You jerked instinctively.

SMACK!

Her palm came down hard on your inner thigh.

“Did I fucking say you could move?” Her voice was a whip-crack of dominance, no longer velvet—just raw, unfiltered command. The bed dipped as she straddled you, her lace-clad cunt pressing against your stomach, already dripping. “You think this is fun for me?” Her fingers twisted in your hair, wrenching your head back against the pillows. “Having to remind you who you belong to?”

Your breath came in shallow gasps. Mina leaned down, her lips brushing yours—so close, but not close enough to kiss. “Say it,” she snarled. “Say you’re mine.”

“Y-yours—”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Noona—fuck!”

Her hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to cut off air—just enough to own. “Damn right you are.” She ground down against your stomach, her wetness smearing across your skin. “And next time you even think about making me wait—her hips rolled, her clit dragging against you with a filthy grind, “—I won’t be this nice.”

The threat sent a shockwave straight to your cock, your hips bucking up on instinct. Mina’s laugh was dark. “Oh? You like that idea?” Her grip tightened. “You want me to ruin you for everyone else?”

You couldn’t even speak—just nodded desperately. She released your throat only to slap your cheek lightly, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Too bad.”

Her hand wrapped around your cock again, stroking with brutal efficiency. “You’ll take what I give you—” Squeeze at the base. “When I let you—” Twist of her wrist. “And you’ll thank me—” Her lips crashed onto yours, swallowing your groan as your back arched off the bed. “—for being so fucking patient with you.”

Mina’s fingers were relentless—stroking, squeezing, rewiring every nerve in your body until pleasure blurred into pain and back again. The blindfold made it worse, every touch amplified, every tease magnified. You couldn’t see her smirk, couldn’t anticipate the cruel twists of her wrist, the way she’d slow to featherlight touches just as you teetered on the edge. “Ngh—Mina, please—”

“Please what?” Her thumb swiped over your leaking tip, spreading the slickness down your shaft before her grip tightened near the base, cutting off your climax with ruthless precision. “You don’t get to beg yet.”

Your hips jerked, desperate for friction, but she pressed her free hand flat against your stomach, pinning you down. “Stay. Still.”

Her voice dripped with faux sweetness, but her touch was pure punishment. She dragged her nails up your inner thigh, just hard enough to sting, before wrapping her fingers around your cock again—tighter this time, her pace agonizingly slow.

“You’re so pretty like this,” she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. “All flushed and trembling. Fighting so hard to be good for me.” Her lips brushed your jaw. “But you’re not there yet, are you?”

You shook your head, your sweat-slicked skin sticking to the sheets beneath you.

Mina hummed, her thumb circling the swollen head of your cock, smearing pre-cum in slow, torturous circles. “I could keep you here forever,” she mused. “Right on the edge. Desperate. Mine.” Her fingers twisted on the upstroke. “Would you like that, sweet thing?”

You choked back a sob. She laughed—soft, melodic—and squeezed. “Too bad.” Her hand vanished entirely, leaving you aching, your cock twitching against empty air.

“Remember this,” she whispered, her nails trailing lightly up your chest as she shifted off the bed. “Next time you even think about ignoring me.”

The door creaked open again, pulling you from your trembling haze. Your cock twitched against your stomach, still painfully hard, still aching from her merciless edging. The silk blindfold clung to your damp skin, shutting out the world—until fingers hooked beneath the fabric, yanking it away in one sharp motion.

Light flooded your vision—blinding, disorienting. Mina loomed over you, her lips curled in a smirk, a bottle of lube dangling from her fingers.“Miss me?” she purred. You opened your mouth to answer, but she pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you.

“Ah-ah.” Her free hand grabbed your wrists, pulling them above your head before wrapping the blindfold around them in a tight knot. The silk dug into your skin, just shy of too much, anchoring you to the headboard. “No talking. Just taking.”

She uncapped the lube with a soft click, pouring a generous amount onto her fingers. The cool liquid dripped onto your chest, making you shiver as she dragged her slick fingers down your torso—slow, teasing, maddening.

“You’re going to watch,” she murmured, her other hand trailing down to her own soaked lace. “Watch what you could have had if you hadn’t made me wait.”

Her fingers slipped beneath the fabric, her breath hitching as she stroked herself in slow, deliberate circles. “See how wet you made me?” she gasped, lifting her fingers to your lips, glistening with her arousal. “Lick.”

You obeyed, your tongue lapping at her essence, the taste flooding your senses. Mina moaned, her hips rocking into her own touch. “Good boy,” she breathed. “Now watch as I fuck myself thinking of you—but not letting you have me.”

Her fingers moved faster, her thighs trembling, her eyes locked onto yours as she denied you everything—except the sight of her unraveling.

Mina’s fingers worked between her thighs with slow, deliberate strokes—her lace pushed aside, her glistening pink folds on full display as she circled her clit in tight, teasing motions. Her breath hitched, her hips rolling into her own touch, but her eyes never left yours.

“Look at you,” she cooed, her voice dripping with saccharine praise even as her fingers plunged deeper, fucking into herself with obscene wet sounds. “So good for me. So obedient.”

Your cock throbbed against your stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip, but you didn’t dare move. Not with your wrists bound above your head, not with Mina’s dark gaze pinning you in place.

She smirked, dragging her free hand up your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your nipples. “You want to touch me, don’t you?”

You swallowed hard, your voice rough with desperation. “Y-yes, Noona—”

“Too bad.” Her fingers curled inside herself, her back arching as she moaned. “You had your chance earlier. Now you just get to watch.”

Her pace quickened, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “F-fuck,” she whimpered, her walls fluttering around her fingers. “You see what you do to me? How wet I get just from owning you?”

You groaned, your hips twitching helplessly. “Mina, please—”

“Please what?” she taunted, slowing her movements to a torturous crawl. “Please let you fuck me? Please let you claim what’s already yours?” She leaned down, her lips brushing yours in a ghost of a kiss. “You should’ve taken me the second we got home.”

Her words sent a jolt straight to your cock, your restraint fraying. Mina pulled back, her fingers still working between her thighs, her voice a whisper. “But you didn’t.”

She pressed her slick fingers to your lips, forcing you to taste her. “So now you suffer.”

Mina’s legs trembled as she slowed the sinful drag of her fingers, her arousal glistening in the dim light. She exhaled sharply, her dark eyes studying you with a mix of dominance and something dangerously close to mercy.

“Tell me,” she murmured, her thumb brushing your lower lip, still wet from her taste. “What would you do for me right now?”

Your voice cracked. “Anything.”

A slow, wicked smile curled her lips. “Good answer.”

With deliberate precision, she reached behind your head, her fingers tugging at the silk binding your wrists. The fabric loosened, slipped free—your arms fell stiffly to your sides, blood rushing back into your fingertips. But before you could even think of moving, Mina’s palm flattened against your chest, pushing you back down.

“Ah-ah.” Her fingernails dug warningly into your skin. “You don’t move until I say.”

You nodded feverishly.

Mina shifted forward, her knees framing your shoulders as she hovered above your face. The scent of her—musky, sweet, undeniably hers—flooded your senses. Her fingers tangled in your hair, yanking your head up just enough to meet her heated gaze.

“Open.”

You obeyed instantly, your tongue darting out in anticipation.

Mina’s breath hitched. “Not yet.” Her grip tightened. “You don’t lick until I tell you to. You don’t suck unless I demand it.” Her free hand trailed down her stomach, fingers spreading her glistening folds right above your mouth. “You breathe me in. You take what I give you.”

A whimper escaped you—whether from desperation or worship, you weren’t sure. Mina’s smirk deepened. “Now.”

You dove in. The first lick was tentative—testing, reverent—but Mina’s hips jerked forward impatiently. “Harder.”You groaned against her, your tongue dragging up her slit in one firm stroke before circling her swollen clit.

“Y-yes—like that,” she gasped, her thighs squeezing around your head as you laved at her with slow, deliberate pressure. “But slower—make me feel it—”

You obeyed, dragging your tongue in torturous, wet strokes, reveling in the way her grip on your hair turned punishing.

Mina’s back arched, a broken moan tumbling from her lips. “F-fuck—right there—!” Your fingers dug into her thighs, holding her steady as you worshipped her the only way she’d allow.

The dichotomy was intoxicating—Mina’s stage persona, all elegant restraint and poised artistry, now reduced to trembling thighs and wrecked gasps above your tongue. Her public image was one of whispered elegance, the untouchable swan of TWICE… but this Mina? This Mina was fire and filth.

“Deeper,” she demanded, her fingers tightening in your hair as she ground down against your mouth. You groaned against her, your tongue plunging past her folds, fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes. The taste of her—salt and sin—flooded your senses, her slick coating your lips, your chin.

Mina’s breath hitched, her hips rolling in time with your movements. “Y-yes—just like that—” Her voice wavered, the polished cadence of her idol tone cracking into something raw, hungry. “God, your tongue—fuck—”

The contrast made your cock throb against the sheets.

Her public smiles were measured, delicate. Now? Her lips parted around panting moans, her head thrown back as she rode your face with shameless need. “Slower,” she gasped, her thighs shaking. “Make it last—ngh—!”

You obeyed, dragging your tongue in torturous circles around her clit, savoring every twitch, every stifled cry. Her back arched, her nails scraping against your scalp as she teetered on the edge— Then yanked your head back with a snarl.

“I didn’t say you could make me cum,” she panted, her chest heaving, her eyes burning with possessive fury. “You already made me wait tonight. Now it’s your turn.”

Her thumb swiped over your slick-stained lips, smearing her essence across your mouth before pressing in—hard.

“Lick.”

You sucked her taste from her skin, your groan vibrating against her fingertips. Mina shuddered, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Good boy… now beg for the rest.”

Mina hovered above you, her thighs still framing your face, her arousal glistening under the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The air between you crackled—half-tension, half-desire—as she studied you with those dark, unreadable eyes. The same eyes that could command stadiums of fans with a single glance now pinned you in place, your pulse hammering under her scrutiny.

You parted your lips to speak, but she pressed a finger to them, silencing you before the words could form. "Ah-ah." Her voice was velvet wrapped around steel. "You don’t get to just ask. You beg." A shiver ran down your spine.

The Mina the world saw was all grace—gentle smiles, elegant gestures, the quiet charisma of TWICE's unshakable ice princess. But this Mina? The one who had you tied up moments ago, the one whose fingers had been knotted in your hair as she rode your tongue? This Mina owned you.

You swallowed hard, your voice dipping into something hushed, reverent. "Noona... please."

Her eyebrow arched. "Please what?"

Your gaze flickered downward—just for a second—but she caught it. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "Oh?" She tilted her head, her thumb brushing your lower lip. "You want more than I’m giving you?"

You nodded, your cheeks burning. Mina exhaled sharply through her nose, her fingers trailing down her own body, skimming over the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips. "Then ask properly," she murmured. "Or I walk away right now."

The threat sent a jolt through you. "W-wait—!" You reached for her, but she caught your wrist effortlessly, her grip tightening in warning."I—I want..." You hesitated, your throat dry.

Mina's eyes narrowed, impatient. You took a shaky breath. "I want to taste all of you." Her fingers stilled against your wrist.

"Everywhere," you continued, bolder now, your voice rough with want. "Not just your pussy. You." Your gaze flickered lower again, lingering on the curve of her ass—the same one that drove ONCEs wild on stage, the same one that had you biting your lip every time she turned away in those skin-tight stage outfits. "Let me worship you there, too."

Mina��s lips parted slightly.

"I promise," you added quickly, your fingers curling into the sheets, "I won’t even look at anyone else the way I look at you. Not Dahyun, not Sana—no one."

The room fell silent.

Mina studied you for a long moment before exhaling slowly. "Tch." She released your wrist, her nails dragging lightly over your palm as she pulled away. "You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight."

Then, with deliberate slowness, she turned—presenting the sinful curve of her back, the smooth expanse of her waist, the perfect swell of her—

Your breath caught. Mina glanced over her shoulder, her voice dropping into a whisper. "Well? Go on. Prove it."

Your hands trembled as they settled on the sinful curve of Mina’s ass—soft yet firm, the kind of perfection that made ONCEs lose their minds in fancams. But they only got to look.

You got to touch.

A reverent groan escaped you as your fingers kneaded into her flesh, savoring the way it yielded under your grip. Mina exhaled sharply, her back arching slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

“Mmm… that’s it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “Like you’re handling something precious.”

You swallowed hard, your thumbs brushing the crease where her cheeks met her thighs, teasing but not quite venturing further. Not yet.

Mina glanced over her shoulder, her dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Scared?”

“N-no,” you lied, your pulse hammering.

She smirked. “Liar.” Leaning forward slightly, she presented herself more fully, the roundness of her ass practically begging for your mouth. “Prove it.”

Your breath hitched. Then—you dove in. Your lips pressed against the swell of her right cheek first, kissing slow, open-mouthed trails down to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Mina’s breath stuttered, her fingers tightening in the sheets as you nipped lightly, leaving faint marks in your wake. “F-fuck—”

You grinned against her skin before dragging your tongue up the other side, worshipping every inch with deliberate slowness. The salt-sweet taste of her arousal still lingered, mixing with the faint musk of her skin, and you savored it—like she was your last meal.

Mina shuddered. “Y/N—”

You hummed in response, your hands spreading her cheeks apart, exposing her most forbidden hole. She tensed. You paused, your breath hot against her. “Noona…?”

A beat of silence. Then—“Do it.”

Your tongue swiped up in one firm stroke, laving over her tight rim before circling it slowly. Mina jolted, a broken gasp tearing from her lips. “Hah—!”

You did it again, this time pressing in, just enough to make her thighs tremble. “S-shit—” Her fingers twisted in your hair, yanking you closer. “More.”

You obeyed, your tongue fucking into her with slow, filthy strokes, your hands gripping her hips to keep her in place. Mina’s moans were unfiltered, her usual composure shattered as she ground back against your mouth. “Y-yes—right there—!”

You worshipped her like religion—because to you, she was. And when her legs finally gave out, her body collapsing onto the bed with a shuddering gasp, you followed—your lips still pressed to her skin, your devotion unshaken.

Mina turned onto her back, her chest heaving, her eyes dark with something between lust and awe. “You—” She swallowed hard. “You’re dangerous.”

You grinned, licking your lips. “Only for you, Noona.”

Mina's body was a temple—immaculate, revered, flawless. Every inch of her skin carried the faint scent of lavender and something uniquely her, a testament to her meticulous hygiene. And now, as she lay trembling beneath your worship, you were determined to defile her in the most reverent way possible.

Your fingers traced the curve of her ass, spreading her cheeks wider, exposing her tight, pink hole to the cool air of the room. Mina shuddered, her breath hitching as your thumb brushed over the sensitive rim, just teasing.

"Y/N—" Her voice was a warning, but the way her hips pressed back betrayed her desperation.

You smirked against her skin before leaning in, your tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe from her perineum all the way up to the base of her spine. Mina gasped, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "F-fuck—!"

You did it again, this time circling her rim with the very tip of your tongue, savoring the way her muscles fluttered under your touch. The taste was clean, faintly sweet—perfect.

Reaching for the bottle of sweet lube on the nightstand, you poured a generous amount onto your fingers, warming it between your palms before slicking it over her asshole. Mina whimpered at the sensation, the coolness of the lube contrasting with the heat of your breath.

"Relax," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. "Let me take care of you."

Your tongue pressed flat against her hole, laving over it in broad, wet strokes before focusing on the tight ring of muscle. Mina's back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing from her lips as you pushed inside, just enough to make her gasp.

"Oh god—!"

You groaned against her, the vibrations sending another shudder through her body. Your hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as you ate her out like a man starved—flicking, sucking, devouring every inch of her.

The sweet lube mixed with her natural flavor, creating an intoxicating blend that had your cock throbbing against the mattress. But you ignored it, focusing solely on her, on the way her thighs trembled, on the way her breath came in ragged gasps.

Mina's fingers twisted in your hair, yanking you closer. "D-deeper—please—!"

You obeyed, your tongue fucking into her with slow, deliberate strokes, your nose pressed against her ass cheek. The lewd squelch of the lube, the sharp slap of skin against skin as she ground back onto your face—it was filthy.

And it was heaven.

Mina's moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing under your touch. "Y/N—I can't—!"

You pulled back just enough to whisper against her skin, your voice rough with want.

"Yes, you can."

Then you sealed your lips around her rim and sucked.

Mina’s fingers knotted in your hair like a vice, her breath ragged as she forced your face deeper between her cheeks with a sharp, commanding tug.

"Mmmph—!?" Your moan vibrated against her rim, muffled by the sinful press of her ass against your lips, your nose buried in the crease of her thigh.

"That’s it," she panted, her voice dripping with dominance, her hips rolling back to grind against your tongue. "Take it. Take all of me."

The sweet lube made her skin slick under your palms as you gripped her waist, your fingers digging into the soft give of her flesh. Every desperate noise she made—every choked gasp, every shuddering whimper—only drove you deeper, your tongue spearing into her tight hole with relentless strokes.

Mina’s thighs trembled around your head, her back arching as she used your mouth, her control slipping back into place like a crown.

"You love this, don’t you?" she taunted, her voice a sultry rasp. "Being my good little pet, eating my ass like it’s your last meal?"

You groaned in response, the sound swallowed by her skin as she ground down harder.

"Answer me," she demanded, yanking your head back just enough to let you gasp for air.

"Y-yes, Noona—fuck, yes—"

"Good boy," she purred, before shoving your face back into her with a brutal snap of her hips. "Now clean me up."

Your tongue swirled around her rim, lapping up every trace of lube, every drop of her, your nose pressed so deep into her ass you could barely breathe.

And Mina?

She reveled in it—her moans filthy, her grip unrelenting, her dominance absolute.

"Mmm… just like that," she sighed, her voice syrupy with satisfaction. "Worship me right."

You obeyed. Because what else could you do?

Mina’s thighs quivered around your head, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as your tongue worked her rim with precision—broad, flat strokes alternating with pointed flicks that made her toes curl into the sheets. The sweet lube had long since mixed with her own slickness, creating a sinful glaze over her skin that you lapped up greedily.

“F-fuck—right there—” Her fingers twisted in your hair, her hips canting back desperately, chasing the pleasure coiling tight in her gut. “Don’t you dare stop—”

You hummed against her, the vibrations wringing a broken moan from her lips.

You could feel it—the way her muscles fluttered around your tongue, the way her breath hitched with every drag of your lips. She was close.

Too close. And so—you pulled back.

Your tongue retreated with a final, teasing lick, your lips leaving her rim with an obscene pop. Mina froze. Silence. Then— “Y/N.”

Her voice was dangerous. You pressed a kiss to the small of her back, your hands smoothing over the curve of her ass in mock apology. “Yes, Noona?”

She turned—slowly—her eyes blazing with fury and need. “You little shit,” she hissed, her chest heaving.

You grinned up at her, your chin glistening with her taste. “You did say I had to worship you right.” You leaned in, nipping at her inner thigh. “I’m just… taking my time.”

Mina’s nails dug into your shoulders, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Finish what you started.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Or what?”

Her smile was lethal. “Or I’ll edge you for hours.”

… Well. Shit.

You ducked back between her thighs with a whimper. Mina’s laugh was triumphant.

The threat of Mina’s revenge coiled like a live wire in the air—hours of her merciless hands denying you release, her taunting voice reducing you to a whimpering mess. The memory alone sent a jolt of fear (or was it anticipation?) straight to your aching cock.

No. You knew better than to test her.

With a ragged exhale, you dove back between her thighs, your tongue laving over her neglected rim in one long, apologetic stroke. Mina’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening in your hair—warningly—but you didn’t hesitate this time.

You ate like a man starving.

Your lips sealed around her tight hole, sucking gently before fucking into her with firm, rhythmic strokes of your tongue. Mina’s hips jerked, a broken moan tumbling from her lips as you redoubled your efforts— "Ngh—fuck—!"

Her thighs trembled around your head, her heels digging into your back as you ruined her. The sweet lube mixed with the salt of her skin, the musky essence of her arousal, creating a flavor so hers you could’ve gotten drunk on it.

"Y-Y/N—I’m—" Her voice cracked, her body bowing off the bed as pleasure snapped tight in her core.

You doubled down—sucking, licking, devouring—until her grip on your hair turned punishing, until her moans dissolved into mindless whimpers, until—

"Cumming—!"

Mina’s back arched violently, her thighs clamping around your head as her orgasm ripped through her—silent at first, then shattering into a gasped cry you felt vibrate through her entire body. You rode it out, gentling your tongue to soft, coaxing strokes until she slumped bonelessly into the mattress, her chest heaving.

Silence. Then— A slow, dangerous chuckle. "Good boy," Mina purred, her fingers trailing lazily through your hair. "Now… let’s talk about your punishment for teasing me."

You scrambled back onto your knees, hands clasped in exaggerated supplication, eyes wide with theatrical remorse.

"Noona, please—I swear I’ll never edge you again! I’ll worship you like the goddess you are! I’ll—"

Mina’s fingertip pressed against your lips, silencing you mid-plea. Her other hand trailed down your chest, nails scraping lightly over your abs before wrapping around your throbbing cock in a grip that made your breath stutter.

"Cute," she murmured, her thumb swiping over your leaking tip, smearing pre-cum down your shaft. "But lies don’t suit you."

Her lips—those lips, the ones that drove ONCEs wild with every pout, every smirk—parted around a slow, taunting exhale, her breath ghosting over your wet skin. "M-Mina—"

"Ah-ah." Her tongue darted out, flicking the underside of your cockhead with infuriating lightness. "You don’t get to beg now."

Every nerve in your body screamed as she dragged her mouth lower, her lips brushing your balls before pulling away with a tch.

"So desperate," she mused, her fingers tightening just shy of painful. "All this mess… just for me?" You nodded frantically. Mina’s smirk was sin itself.

Her lips sealed around your tip, her tongue swirling in slow, torturous circles as she sucked just the barest inch of you into her mouth.

"Hhhngh—!" Your hips jerked instinctively, but her free hand slammed down on your thigh, pinning you in place.

"Mmhn~?" Her hum vibrated straight down your spine, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the taste of you—taunting, toying, giving you nothing but the barest hint of heat.

And when you whimpered? She pulled off with a filthy pop, her lips glistening. "Oops."

Mina’s lips were maddening—soft, slick, and just tight enough to make your cock twitch in her grip, but never enough to give you what you craved. Every time you teetered on the edge, her mouth would retreat with a cruel pop, her tongue flicking over your slit just to watch you squirm.

"N-Noona—" Your voice cracked, your fingers twisting in the sheets. "Please—fuck—"

"Please what?" She dragged her tongue up your shaft, her breath hot against your throbbing skin. "You want me to finish you?" Her teeth grazed your tip, just shy of pain. "After how you teased me?"

You groaned, your hips bucking involuntarily—but Mina’s hand pressed down on your stomach, holding you in place. "Uh-uh." Her smirk was wicked. "You stay."

She took you deep, her lips sealing around your cock in one smooth glide, her tongue pressing just right against the underside. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as her head bobbed slowly, methodically, her fingers tightening around your base to deny you. "M-Mina—I can’t—"

She hummed, the vibrations shooting straight to your core, her pace agonizingly measured. You snapped.

One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her down until your cock hit the back of her throat—

GLRK~!

Mina’s eyes watered, her nose pressed flush against your stomach, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her fingers dug into your thighs, her throat fluttering around you as you fucked into her mouth with ragged, desperate thrusts.

"F-fuck—sorry—" You panted, your grip loosening slightly—But Mina’s nails dug in, her gaze locking onto yours.

Don’t you dare stop.

So you didn’t. The wet schlck~ schlck~ of her lips, the choked gulp~ as she swallowed around you, the slap of skin against skin—it was filthy.

And it was heaven.

Mina’s moans vibrated through you, her lashes fluttering as she took every inch, her own pleasure written plainly in the way her thighs squeezed together.

You were so close—Then—She pulled off, her lips swollen, her chin glistening. "Not yet," she whispered, her thumb swiping over your leaking tip. "We’re not done."

The switch flipped in an instant—desperation overriding restraint, hunger eclipsing worship. Your fingers tangled deeper into Mina’s silken hair, guiding her back onto your cock with a guttural groan. “Take it,” you rasped, your hips rolling up to meet her lips. “All of it.”

Mina’s eyes flared—surprise, then challenge—before her lashes fluttered shut, her throat relaxing in surrender.

GLRK~!

The sound was filthy, her nose pressed flush against your pelvis as you bottomed out inside her mouth. Her lips stretched obscenely around your girth, spit pooling at the corners as you held her there, savoring the way her throat fluttered against your tip.

“F-fuck—” Your grip tightened, your thighs trembling as you dragged her back, then shoved in again—harder.

GULP~! SCHLORP~!

Mina’s fingers clawed at your thighs, her nails leaving half-moon indents, but she didn’t fight—just let you use her, her tongue lapping at your underside with every retreat.

“Look at you,” you panted, your voice rough with awe. “TWICE’s perfect princess—choking on my cock.” Her moan vibrated through you, her eyelids fluttering as drool dripped down her chin.

You fucked into her mouth with shallow, brutal thrusts, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Her throat clenched around you, her gag reflex overridden by sheer obedience, her tears smearing her mascara into dark streaks.

“Mina—” Your hips stuttered, your release coiling tight. “I’m gonna—fuck—”

She dug her nails in—hard. The slap of flesh, the gagged moans, the drip of spit onto her chest—it was too much.

You came with a snarl, your cock pulsing down her throat as she swallowed every drop, her lips sealed tight around you until you whimpered from oversensitivity.

Finally, she pulled off with a pop, her breath ragged, her lips ruined. “Good boy,” she croaked, her voice wrecked. And just like that—she was back in control.

The second you released her hair, Mina pounced—her knee slamming between your thighs, her palm flattening against your chest to pin you to the mattress. Her lips were swollen, her smudged mascara giving her a feral edge, but her eyes...

Her eyes burned with pure, unadulterated hunger. "You dared," she hissed, her nails scraping down your sternum. "You fucked my face like some animal."

Your breath hitched—part fear, part arousal—as she leaned in, her teeth grazing your jaw. "And now?" Her hand slipped between your legs, her fingers squeezing the base of your still-hard cock. "You’re going to repent."

Before you could utter a word, she spun, straddling your waist in one fluid motion—her back pressed to your chest, her ass grinding against your stomach. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her lace panties, yanking them down just enough to expose her drenched folds.

"You’ll take me like this," she commanded, her voice trembling with need. "No hands. No control. Just your cock buried inside me while I ride you like the brat you are."

Her hips lifted slightly, her free hand guiding your tip to her soaking entrance. "And Y/N?" She glanced over her shoulder, her smile dangerous. "You don’t get to come until I say so."

Then she sank down—

SCHLICK~

—taking every inch in one brutal slide, her walls clenching around you like a vise.

"F-FUCK—!" Your head slammed back into the pillows, your hips jerking up instinctively—

SMACK~!

Her palm cracked against your thigh. "Did I say you could move?"

You whined, your nails digging into the sheets. Mina laughed—a breathless, delighted sound—before rolling her hips in slow, agonizing circles, her inner walls milking you with every drag.

"Mmm... better," she purred, her ass pressing flush against your stomach. "Now watch—" Her fingers trailed down her own body, pinching her nipple through the lace of her bralette. "—as I ruin us both."

Mina’s back arched like a bowstring as she rolled her hips, her tight, dripping cunt stretching obscenely around your girth. The angle was brutal—her walls hugged every ridge, every vein, her inner muscles fluttering as she adjusted to the sheer size of you.

“Hah—!” Her breath hitched, her fingers digging into your thighs for balance as she lifted herself up—only to drop back down with a wet schlrrp~!

Your cock throbbed, your vision whiting out for a second at the sensation of her clenching around you. “F-fuck—Mina—”

“Quiet,” she panted, her voice trembling with exertion. “You don’t get to talk while I’m riding you.”

Her hips began to move in slow, grinding circles, the swollen head of your cock dragging against her sweet spot with every rotation.

Squelch~ Sqwelsh~

The lewd squelch of her arousal filled the room, her thighs trembling as she worked herself open on your length. Her lace bralette clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the fabric stretched taut over her bouncing tits as she chased her own pleasure.

You ached to touch her—to grip her waist, to help her move—but her earlier command burned in your mind.

Mina’s breath came in sharp, broken gasps as she bounced faster, her ass slapping against your thighs with every descent.

CLAP!—CLAP!—CLAP!

“Y-you feel that?” she moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “How tight I am around you? How badly I’m milking your cock?”

You nodded frantically, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stifle a groan.

Mina laughed—a breathless, wicked sound—before slamming down harder, her walls rippling around you in a way that made your toes curl.

“Good,” she purred. “Now remember it—because this is all you’re getting tonight.”

And with that, she leaned forward, her pace turning ruthless—her cunt squeezing you like a vice, her moans music to your ears.

You were so close—But her rule stood.

Mina’s thighs quaked as she rode you with desperate, uneven strokes—her earlier dominance fraying at the edges as her orgasm crested, her body burning with the need to break.

“Y-Y/N—!” Her voice was a wreck, her nails scoring your skin as she ground down, her swollen clit rubbing against your pelvis with every roll of her hips.

You ached to thrust up, to chase your own release—but you held still, your muscles trembling with restraint. “Please—” The word tore from her lips, raw and unfiltered, as her walls clenched around you in erratic pulses. “I—I can’t—!”

That was all the permission you needed.

Your hands—finally free—dug into her waist, yanking her down as you snapped your hips up, burying yourself to the hilt.

SCHLAP!—GLORP~!

Mina screamed, her back arching as her orgasm shattered through her—her cunt flooding around your cock, her thighs clamping around your sides as she shook apart.

“F-fuck—Mina—!” Your voice was strangled, your release coiling tight—

“Inside,” she gasped, her fingers fisting in your hair. “Fill me—now—!”

You obeyed. You pumped into her one last time—your cock pulsing as you emptied yourself deep into her clenching heat, ropes of cum spilling into her with every throb.

SPURT~ SPURT~

Mina whimpered, her body twitching as she milked you dry, her walls fluttering around your oversensitive length.

For a moment, there was only silence—the sound of ragged breathing, the drip of sweat onto the sheets, the stickiness between your bodies.

Then— Mina collapsed against your chest, her lips brushing your collarbone in a tired kiss. “...Good boy,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but satisfied

Mina’s fingers traced idle patterns on your sweat-slicked chest, her nails occasionally digging in just enough to remind you—she wasn’t done with you yet.

The room was thick with the scent of sex, the air still humming from the intensity of her climax, but her dark eyes held a chilling edge as they locked onto yours.

“So,” she began, her voice deceptively soft, “tell me again why you spent thirty minutes helping Sana with her dance steps yesterday?”

Your breath hitched. Oh. Oh fuck.

You’d thought she hadn’t noticed—or at least, hadn’t cared. But the way her thigh tensed against yours, the way her fingers twitched near your throat—

You’d fucked up.

“I—it was just practice,” you stammered, your pulse racing under her touch. “She asked for feedback, and I—”

“Feedback?” Mina’s laugh was icy, her knee pressing deliberately between your thighs. “Is that what we’re calling the way you stared at her ass in those shorts?”

Your mouth went dry. “N-no, Noona, I swear I wasn’t—”

“Liar.” Her hand slid down your stomach, her fingers wrapping around your half-hard cock with terrifying ease. “You think I didn’t see you? My sweet, obedient pet, drooling over another woman?”

Her grip tightened, her thumb swiping over your tip just hard enough to make you jolt. “M-Mina—”

“Quiet.” She leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. “You’re going to prove to me who you belong to. Every night. Until I believe you.”

Her teeth grazed your lobe—punishment and promise in one. “Starting now.”

The bottle of lube thumped against your chest, still cool from the air conditioning. Mina didn’t say a word—just arched a single, imperious brow before turning onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to you with a slow, deliberate sway of her hips.

You knew that ass. Worshipped that ass. The same one that had ONCEs screaming in fan calls, the same one that looked sinful in every stage outfit—tight, round, perfect. And now? Now it was yours, her cheeks spread just enough to reveal that tight, pink pucker, already glistening from the remnants of your earlier… attention.

Your cock twitched, still sensitive from your last orgasm, but you didn’t dare hesitate.

“N-Noona,” you stammered, fumbling with the cap of the lube. “You’re sure—?”

A smack echoed through the room—her palm cracking against her own ass cheek, leaving a faint red handprint in its wake. “Did I stutter?”

Message received.

You poured a generous amount onto your fingers, warming it between them before pressing gently against her hole. Mina hissed, her back arching, but she didn’t pull away—just pushed back, forcing your fingertip inside with a lewd pop~.

Tch—!

Her muscles clenched around you, burning hot and tight, and you had to bite back a groan.

“Fuck,” you breathed, working your finger in slow circles, feeling her flutter around you. “Noona, you’re—hnngh—so tight—”

“More,” she demanded, her voice strained. “Don’t coddle me.”

You obeyed, adding a second finger, scissoring her open with careful strokes. The squelch of lube, the way her body fought then yielded—it was maddening.

Mina’s breath came in sharp gasps, her fingers twisting in the sheets as you curled your fingers, searching—“Ah!” Her hips jerked, a shudder running through her. “T-there—!”

You grinned, hitting that spot again, ruthlessly, until her thighs trembled and her moans turned broken. “N-Noona,” you panted, crooking your fingers one last time before pulling them free with a wet sound. “You ready?”

Mina glanced over her shoulder, her eyes dark, her lips swollen from biting them. “Hurry up,” she ordered. “Before I change my mind.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Lining yourself up, you pressed into her with a groan, her ass stretching around your cock in agonizing increments.

POP~ SCHLURK~

Mina choked, her nails scoring the sheets as you bottomed out, her walls clenching like a vice.

“F-fuck—!” you gasped, your vision whiting out for a second. “N-Noona, you’re—hnngh—killing me—”

���Good,” she panted, her voice shaking. “Now move.”

The moment your hips drew back, the schlorp~ of her overstretched rim clinging to your cock was obscenely loud—a wet, sticky protest as her body fought to keep you buried inside. Mina’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting into the sheets until her knuckles bleached white.

“Ngh—!”

You paused, your own thighs trembling from the effort of restraint. “Noona—?”

Her answer was a sharp snap of her hips backward, forcing you even deeper with a brutal glrk~ as her inner walls convulsed around your girth.

“Did I say stop?”

The challenge in her voice sent a jolt down your spine.

You obeyed.

Your next thrust was punishing, your pelvis meeting her ass with a smack~ that echoed off the walls. Mina’s back arched, her elbows buckling as her forehead pressed into the mattress, but she didn’t retreat—just took it, her body yielding to yours in a way that bordered on sacrilege.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The rhythm was filthy, each snap of your hips punctuated by the squelch~ of lube and the ragged hitch of her breath. Her hole, once impossibly tight, now gaped around you with every withdrawal, her rim flushed a deep pink from the abuse.

“Look,” you growled, your fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass, spreading her wider. “Look how open you are for me.”

Mina whined, the sound muffled by the sheets, but she didn’t protest—just pushed back harder, her body demanding more.

You gave it to her.

Your pace turned feral, your cock spearing into her with reckless abandon, the slap of skin drowning out her choked moans. Her insides were scorching, her muscles fluttering in erratic spasms as you ruined her, your tip brushing that spot with every thrust.

“F-fuck—!” Her voice was a wreck, her thighs quaking as she neared her edge. “Y/N—I’m—!”

You dug your thumbs into her cheeks, spreading her apart as you pulled out slowly, watching in awe as her gaped hole clung to your shaft, her rim pulsing around nothing before you slammed back in.

SCHLAP!—GLORP~!

Mina screamed, her body bowing as her orgasm ripped through her—her ass clenching viciously around you, her walls milking your cock in desperate pulses.

But you held back, your own release coiling tight but denied—just as she’d wanted.

“N-Noona,” you panted, your voice raw. “You—fuck—you okay?”

Mina’s response was a weak laugh, her body collapsing onto the mattress.

“Again,” she whispered.

Mina’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you pounded into her with reckless abandon. Every snap of your hips sent her body lurching forward, only for her to push back against you with a desperate grind, her ass clenching around your cock like a vice.

“H-harder—” Her voice was a broken whimper, her thighs trembling as she arched her back, demanding more.

You obeyed.

Your hands dug into the soft flesh of her hips, your fingers bruising as you yanked her back onto your cock with a brutal thrust.

SMACK!—GLORP~!

Mina screamed, her nails scoring the mattress as her body jolted from the impact. Her rim, already stretched and flushed, gaped around your girth with every withdrawal, her hole pulsing as if begging for you to ruin her further.

“F-fuck—Noona—” Your voice was hoarse, your own thighs burning from the effort of keeping up with her relentless pace. “You’re—hnngh—killing me—”

“Good,” she hissed, her head turning just enough to glare at you over her shoulder. “You deserve it.”

Then—

Her hand shot back, her fingers digging into your thigh as she forced you to slow.

“But I decide how you take me,” she breathed, her voice dripping with dominance. “Understood?”

You nodded frantically, your cock throbbing inside her as she rolled her hips in slow, agonizing circles, her walls milking you with precision.

Squelch~ Sqwelsh~

The lewd sound of her dripping arousal mixed with the slick slide of your cock stretching her wide filled the room, her moans turning filthy as she tortured you both.

“M-Mina—”

“No,” she snapped, her fingers tightening around your thigh. “You don’t get to beg.”

Then—

She dropped forward onto her elbows, her ass rising higher, her gaped hole clenching around you as she glanced back with dark eyes.

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

And God help you—

You did.

Your hands gripped her waist, your hips snapping forward with brutal force, your cock spearing into her with punishing strokes.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Mina’s screams were music, her body quaking as you ruined her, her gaped hole fluttering around your length with every thrust.

Mina’s body was a masterpiece of ruin—her ass jiggling with every brutal smack of your hips, her rim stretched obscenely around your cock, glistening with lube and the faint sheen of sweat. The clench of her muscles was vicious, her inner walls rippling in sinful waves as she controlled the pace with nothing but the roll of her hips and the squeeze of her thighs.

"Slower," she hissed, her voice a whip-crack of command, her fingers digging into the sheets as she arched her back, forcing you to still.

You groaned, your cock twitching inside her as she tensed around you, her hole fluttering like a heartbeat.

"N-Noona—"

"Look," she breathed, her hand sliding back to spread herself wider, her thumb pressing against her own stretched rim. "Look what you do to me."

Fuck.

Her asshole was puffy, reddened from the relentless pounding, the tight ring of muscle gaping slightly as you pulled back, her insides glistening with lube and the faint drip of her own arousal. The sight alone was maddening—her ruin, her surrender, all under her command.

"You like this?" she taunted, her voice thick with power, her hips grinding in a slow, cruel circle. "Being used like this? Filling me up until I decide you can cum?"

Your whimper was answer enough.

Mina laughed—a dark, delighted sound—before slamming herself back onto you with a drawn moan.

SCHLAP!—GLORP~!

The wet squelch of her stretched hole taking every inch of you was filthy, her body yielding and resisting in equal measure as she rode you with punishing precision.

"Mine," she growled, her nails scoring your thigh as she pushed you deeper, her grip on your cock unrelenting. "Every fucking thrust—mine."

And God—

You obeyed.

Your hands gripped her waist, your hips snapping up to meet her brutal pace, your cock spearing into her clenching heat with desperate strokes.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Mina’s moans were broken, her body quivering as she chased her own pleasure, her control slipping with every jolt of your cock against her walls.

Mina's breath came in sharp, fractured gasps—each ragged inhale hitching as your cock stretched her ass wider, deeper, carving a place inside her that no one else had ever touched. Her thighs trembled violently, sweat-slicked and trembling, as her body fought the pleasure, then surrendered to it with a choked whimper.

"Y-Y/N—!"

Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her spine arching as her orgasm loomed, an avalanche of sensation crashing through her with every brutal thrust.

"N-No—wait—!"

But you didn't stop.

Couldn't stop.

Your hands dug into her hips, forcing her back onto your cock with punishing precision, the slap of skin drowning out her broken pleas.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Mina's body locked—her ass clenching around you like a vise, her muscles fluttering in erratic spasms as her climax tore through her without mercy.

"F-FUCK—!"

Her scream was raw, unfiltered, her back arching off the bed as her body betrayed her—her thighs soaking the sheets beneath her, her cunt pulsing around nothing as she squirted in ragged, uncontrollable bursts.

SPLOOSH~! SPLATTER~!

The sound was filthy, her release gushing in sticky waves, her hole milking your cock with desperate greed even as she shook apart beneath you.

And still—

You fucked her through it.

Each jerk of your hips dragged another scream from her throat, her orgasm rippling endlessly as her body surrendered to the relentless invasion.

"S-stop—I c-can't—!" Her voice was a wreck, her thighs quivering as she collapsed forward, her face pressed into the mattress.

But her ass—God, her ass—

It held you like a claim, her rim fluttering around your shaft as if begging you to stay.

So you did.

Your pace slowed, but never stopped, your cock grinding into her with lethal precision until her moans dissolved into whimpers, her body limp beneath yours.

Only then—

Only then—

Did you finally still.

Mina breathed—a shaky, shattered exhale—before her fingers twitched weakly against the sheets.

"...Bastard," she whispered, her voice hoarse but satisfied.

Mina's thighs were still trembling from her explosive climax when she suddenly rolled onto her back, her dark eyes glazed yet commanding. Her fingers—still slick with sweat and lube—wrapped around the base of your cock in a vice-like grip, yanking you from her ruined ass with a wet schlorp~ that made you whimper.

"You've been good," she murmured, her voice hoarse but dripping with authority. "So I'll let you finish... my way."

Before you could process her words, her other hand fisted in your hair, dragging you down until your throbbing cock hovered just above her parted lips. Her breath—hot and uneven—fanned over your sensitive tip, her tongue darting out to flick at the precum beading there.

"N-Noona—"

"Quiet," she ordered, her nails digging into your scalp. "You don't get to speak when I'm about to taste your filth."

Then—

She opened wider, her lips sealing around your cockhead in one smooth motion, her tongue lapping at the underside with lethal precision.

GLRK~

You jolted, your hips bucking instinctively, but her grip on your hair tightened, forcing you still as she took you deeper, her throat fluttering around your length.

"M-Mpfh~!" Her nose wrinkled slightly at the taste—musky, bitter, hers—but she didn't pull away. Instead, her free hand cupped your balls, squeezing just enough to make you gasp.

"Cum," she demanded, her voice vibrating around your cock. "Half in my mouth... half on my face."

Fuck.

You obeyed.

With a guttural groan, you pumped into her mouth, your release surging in thick, pulsing ropes as she swallowed the first few spurts with greedy gulps.

GULP~ GULP~

But then—

Just as commanded—

You pulled back, your cock slapping against her cheek as the remaining load splattered across her face in glorious streaks—her forehead, her nose, her swollen lips.

SPLAT~ SPLURT~

Mina's eyes fluttered shut, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop as it dripped down her chin.

"Messy boy," she chided, her voice thick with your cum. "But... good."

Then—

With a wicked smirk—

She licked her lips clean.

You collapsed onto the mattress, your body wrecked, your soul hollowed out by Mina’s relentless dominance. Your arms splayed out like a sinner begging for absolution, your chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven gasps.

"Dear God," you whispered into the ceiling, your voice hoarse. "If you get me through tonight without Mina murdering me, I swear I’ll never even glance at another woman. Not Sana’s hips, not Tzuyu’s legs, not even Jeongyeon’s stupidly attractive tomboy swagger���nothing. Just… please."

A soft click of the tongue cut through your prayer.

"Talking to God instead of me?"

Mina’s voice was lighter now—sweet, almost playful—but the threat still lingered beneath. You turned your head just enough to see her standing at the foot of the bed, a damp towel in hand, her face now meticulously cleaned of your earlier… offering.

She looked angelic.

Which was terrifying.

"N-Noona, I was just—"

"Hush." She climbed onto the bed, her movements graceful as ever, before dropping the towel onto your chest with a pat. "Clean yourself up. You’re sticky."

You obeyed immediately, wiping away the remnants of sweat, lube, and other things with trembling hands. Mina watched you, her dark eyes unreadable, until finally—

She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she crawled forward and collapsed onto your chest, her cheek pressing against your rapidly beating heart.

"...Idiot."

The word was soft, fond, her fingers tracing idle circles on your stomach.

You blinked.

"N-Noona…?"

"You do know I don’t actually think you’d cheat on me, right?" She tilted her head up, her nose scrunching in that adorable way that made your chest ache. "I just like reminding you who you belong to."

Your breath hitched.

"O-Oh."

"But," she continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "if you ever stare at Sana’s ass like that again, I will lock you in this bedroom and ride you until you forget your own name."

A beat.

"...Can I get that in writing?"

Mina pinched your side—hard—before burying her face in your neck with a grumbling laugh.

"Go to sleep, you pervert."

You let out an exasperated sigh, fingers threading through Mina’s hair as she nuzzled against your chest. The scent of her shampoo—something floral and expensive—mixed with the musk of sweat and sex still clinging to both of you.

“Noona,” you started, voice tinged with playful indignation, “I literally just adjusted Tzuyu’s dress strap today because it was slipping. And I held Sana’s jacket for three seconds while she fixed her in-ear. That’s it.”

Mina’s fingers, which had been tracing lazy patterns on your stomach, dug in slightly—just enough to make you jolt.

“Exactly,” she murmured, her voice a low, honeyed threat. “Your hands should be busy—just not with them.”

You groaned, tilting your head back against the pillow. “I was working—”

“And now,” she interrupted, propping herself up on one elbow to glare down at you, “you’re mine.”

Her free hand trailed down your chest, her nails scraping lightly over your skin before her fingers wrapped around your half-hard cock with terrifying ease.

You jolted, your hips twitching instinctively.

“N-Noona—!”

“After shoots,” she continued, her grip tightening just so, “your first priority is me. Not Jihyo’s mic check. Not Dahyun’s missing shoe. Not even God if He showed up asking for a fitting.”

Her thumb swiped over your tip, smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered there.

“Understood?”

Your breath hitched, your body burning under her touch despite the exhaustion weighing your limbs down.

“Y-Yes, Noona,” you stammered, your voice raw.

Mina hummed, her lips curving into a satisfied smirk before she released you, patting your thigh like you were a well-trained pet.

“Good.”

Then—

She collapsed back onto your chest, her fingers lacing with yours as she snuggled closer.

“Now sleep,” she ordered, her voice soft but final. “You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.”

And God help you—

You shivered, pulling her closer as your eyes fluttered shut.

Worth it.

Your fingers stilled in Mina’s hair, curiosity prickling at the back of your sleep-deprived mind. "Noona… what’s the plan for tomorrow?" you mumbled against her forehead, lips brushing her skin.

Mina’s lashes fluttered open, revealing those dark, dangerous eyes that always saw too much. A smirk curled at the corner of her swollen lips.

"‘Talk That Talk’ jacket shoot," she purred, her nails digging possessively into your hip. "Fishnet stockings. Corsets. Thigh-highs."

Your throat went dry.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

You’d seen the wardrobe previews. The stylists had outdone themselves this time—sinful lace, skimpy cutouts, outfits designed to make ONCEs lose their minds. And now you had to stand there, professional, while Mina—

"You’ll be good, won’t you?" Her voice was sweet, but her fingers traced your jawline with the threat of a guillotine. "No staring at Chaeyoung’s corset. No fixing Momo’s garter belt too slowly."

You swallowed hard.

"I—I’m working, Noona—"

"Exactly," she interrupted, her knee pressing between your thighs with lethal precision. "And if I catch you looking anywhere but my face during close-ups?"

Her free hand slid down your stomach, her fingers brushing over the sensitive skin just below your navel.

"I’ll ruin you in the dressing room," she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "And this time? No one will hear you beg."

A shiver tore down your spine.

"Y-Yes, Noona," you choked out.

Mina hummed, satisfied, before nestling back into your chest.

"Good boy."

And as you lied there, staring at the ceiling, one thought circled your mind like a vulture—

You were so, so fucked tomorrow.

You knew better than to let Mina’s threat linger. With a slow, deliberate movement, you tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Her breath hitched—just slightly—before she melted against you, her fingers loosening their death grip on your hip.

"Mmhn~..." she murmured against your mouth, her lashes fluttering. "Cheap tactics."

You didn’t stop.

Your lips trailed down her jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot beneath her ear—the one that always made her shiver.

"Not cheap," you corrected, your voice a rough whisper. "Strategic."

Mina huffed, but her body arched into your touch, her earlier dominance wavering under the persistent press of your mouth.

"You think this’ll save you tomorrow?" she breathed, her nails scraping down your chest.

You grinned, kissing her again—deeper this time, your tongue swiping at her lower lip until she moaned into your mouth.

"Worth a shot," you mumbled, your hands squeezing her waist.

Mina sighed, her body sinking into yours with resigned pleasure.

"...Fine," she grumbled, her voice laced with fond irritation. "But if you breathe too long near Sana’s corset, I’m tying you to my dressing room chair."

You chuckled, pressing one last kiss to her forehead.

"Noted."

And as she snuggled closer, her breaths evening out against your skin, you smiled into the dark.

Victory.

[mintchoccy]

Danielle: Wife Material

Part of my Cuckold Confessions series, see my masterlist for more chapters and works. 2.5k words. BBC, BNWO, BLACKED, black male x asian female, cuckolding, public sex

Sometimes relationships get boring, and when they get boring you just have to step outside your comfort zone to try and give it the jolt that it needs to be exciting again. Well, that's what Danielle said, and she did her best to offer as many safe options as possible, but instead of taking a safe one, you went to the extreme.

Now Danielle is gripping the rails next to the local river, it's almost 2am and you're holding the phone in your hands recording. Your fiancee is dressed in an oversize t-shirt that she borrowed from you, a green and black skirt and a pair of high tops with the socks bunched up around the top collecting all the pussy grool sliding down her legs.

Her leg is extended across the rail while she balances on her tip toes with the other, incessantly moaning as a massive black cock is pulsing inside her Australian pussy. You both just met him ten or fifteen minutes ago and you hate acknowledging that this is exactly what both of you chose to keep your relationship alive.

His dark hands surround her tiny waist and hold her in place as he pummels her insides with the head of his big black cock. You've never stretched her like this, you've never made he moan like this, you've never once heard her begging for more, and she's doing all of that right now.

Sure, she'll moan for you, she'll do a little dirty talk, but you have to ask for that and this random thug doesn't. You pan around to see nobody else, the walking path along the river is as quiet and desolate as the desert, the only signs of human life are the cars crossing the bridge in the distance.

It's hard for you to watch, the two of you have been together forever, years upon years, you know each other so well and the things that both of you love and care about. But you didn't know she loved big black cock so much, she really loves it, and now she might not stop loving it.

Ten or fifteen minutes ago you both met him when he catcalled her on your walk home, five minutes ago you watched her drop to her knees and start slobbering on his black cock like she was trying to claim his soul, and now she's bent over taking a nine inch ebony rod so deep that her tight tummy is bulging under that shirt of yours.

Danielle looks back at you with her leg falling to the ground, standing on her tip toes while gripping the rail for balance. He's pounding away at her, holding onto those beautiful hips as he thrusts and takes what he wants. Danielle bites her lip, her eyes rolling as she stares into the camera with a sudden smile that comes and goes between thrusts that knock the wind out of her lungs and slam into her cervix without mercy.

"So… fucking… big!" Danielle shouts to you, biting her bottom lip and arching her back inward as the bull reaches up to grab hold of her hair, pulling it back like reins. All you can do is watch as Danielle gives herself up, there's not a shred of regret in her moans, not a single look of sadness or remorse, there's only pleasure in her voice and lust in her eyes.

She's not the only one struggling, you're struggling too, struggling to keep the camera straight while your free hand does everything it can to massage and rub your stiff cock through your pants. You're lost in a swirling vortex of emotions that you're really struggling to process right now. Your precious girl has never been with anyone else, you know that for a fact, and here she is after "the relationship talk" giving herself up to a bareback black bull you don't even know the name of.

You agreed to be open, but it suddenly hits you that this agreement isn't going to end well for you. She's a gorgeous, attractive, funny, beautiful, physically fit and desirable young lady, and you're… well, you're you, nothing special. She said you could bang other girls, but you get the feeling that you're about to be ratio'd in a humiliating way after tonight.

"Yes! just like that! don't stop! fuck me harder!" Danielle yells, screaming and moaning as she grips the rail and the bull keeps pumping. You jump as a cyclist rushes by on the path, he gives the three of you a weird look but continues on his way to speed off into the night.

"Babe! I'm ah… ahhh!…" Danielle moans loudly, one of her feet raises between his spread legs and she begins to cum, showering his BBC in a gushing load of milky film that drips from his heavy nuts and stains the sidewalk beneath them. It hits you like a brick to the head, you can count the number of times you made her cum, and it usually required a toy or a very liberal use of your fingers to get her there.

A lot of times she'd disappear after you finished, claiming she was "cleaning up" but you caught on and realized she was making herself cum. That might change after tonight too as Danielle screams across the river without holding back, her tight little body shaking in his grip.

You think this is close to the end of it, but it's not, nowhere near close. The bull tightens his grip on Danielle's hair and waist, grunting as he stuffs more of his virile black cock into her. Your eyes go wide as you switch to another angle and record them while leaning against the rail.

"Danielle, you didn't make him wear a condom?" you ask, almost struggling to get the words out as she turns with twitching eyes to look right at you. She can barely keep herself upright at this point, if it weren't for the rail she'd be a shaking heap on the ground.

"He didn't have one, babe!" she moans to you, "it's okay, he'll pull out, right?" Danielle says, smiling as the bull looks at you with a sarcastic smile. "Yea, don't worry boy, I'ma pull outta your girl," he says as his hand slides down from her hair and grips the back of her neck, you can see his thumb and fingers digging into her pale skin as her entire body rocks with each thrust.

Your mouth hangs open as he walks your fiancee over to a patch of grass, his black cock never leaving her pussy as he slams her from behind with every step. You can only watch as he gathers both of her arms and pins them into the small of her back, forcing her onto her tummy on the grass.

Danielle screams as he lifts his hips high and rails her with all his body weight pressing that massive black cock in her tight Aussie cunt. You lay down next to her on the grass, your hand brushing back her hair to reveal her sweaty panting face that's turned a rosy red color. She's sobbing slightly, but also moaning, you can tell your fiancee is in pain but she's not asking you to end it.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" you ask Danielle as you record her beautiful face and watch her quivering lips part to let out a deep moan. Her little body is pinned beneath him, you can see the bruises already forming on her neck, and you're sure they'll be present on her wrists as well.

"It's everything I wanted," Danielle replies finally, her eyes are glazed over and misty as she looks at you. You keep brushing her hair back, then decide just to hold it so it won't fall into her eyes again. You don't know what else to do, so you sit next to her and cradle Danielle's moaning head in your lap, gently petting her and comforting her as the bull rearranges your fiancees insides.

A minute or two later he flips her over and spreads her milky white legs apart, they look like they're glowing when you look at them through your phone screen. She doesn't protest, she doesn't stop him, instead she lifts her skirt up so you can see the moment he penetrates her again. "It's so biiiiiiiiiig!" she moans, reaching up to clutch your hand as she lays between your legs with her head resting right against your throbbing erection.

"So big, and thick," you say down to her as you hold her hand and comfort her, doing what you've done for years. There's more to it than the size, you find yourself unable to look away as the colors contrast between his dark skin and Danielle's pale body, his massive BBC pumping her pink pussy full of throbbing meat.

One of her white hands rests on his forearm while the other grips your palm for dear life, her petite frame feeling the ravaging of its existence as he takes what he wants. You watch as he groans, pushing Danielle's legs back so he can get the full length of his black cock into your fiancee. You watch with wide eyes and an open mouth as her tummy bulges, you can see the outline of his head in her guts as she squeals.

"That's it baby, good girl," you say to her, not sure why you're saying it. You hand Danielle the phone and she starts to record from her own POV, pointing the camera right at the massive cunt stretching cock that's gaping her wide open and making her scream so loud that you're actually afraid the police will show up soon.

You hold Danielle's hand tightly while your other one brushes her hair back. Danielle lets out a moan and drops the phone, looking up at you with eyes that open and close and a lip that she can't stop biting into. You run your hand along her neck and let it rest on her abdomen that arches upward as she cums again, shivering and shaking as her eyes roll back.

"Good girl," you whisper to her, running your fingers through her hair while holding her hand. She bites her lip, gripping your hand so tight it feels like she might dislocate a finger or two. All you can do is sit with your cock aching against the back of Danielle's head, struggling against the fabric that stifles it and keeps it locked away from any attention she could possibly give it.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" the bull groans as he rolls Danielle back and into a deep mating press. You watch in terror as he piledrives every last inch of his big black cock into her, his balls slapping against her tight ass as Danielle stares up at her own hips.

"You said you were gonna pu-" you start to say but his loud groaning and clenched teeth override your words, drowning you out as he lets a massive load of virile black seed loose inside your fiancee. "Babe!" you say loudly, angrily, watching as Danielle begins to panic and slaps at his forearms and chest, even his face.

"Take it out! take it out! don't fucking cum in me!" Danielle screams, but it's no use and she realizes that he's already at the end of his orgasm and not letting up. You both watch in panic and fear as he gives her a few more pumps before finally pulling out of her ruined pussy that's now gushing pearly white seed.

"Stupid ass white people," he says, smiling as he pulls his pants back on and leaves without saying anything else. "Fucking asshole!" you shout at him as he flips you off and disappears into the night. You're left with Danielle in your arms, holding her as she tries everything to get the cum out of her pussy, panicking as she stands up with black nut dripping down the inside of her legs and into her socks.

You take her hand and you both rush home, jumping straight into the shower where Danielle scrubs and scrubs, reaching into her pussy to try and get everything out that she can but she still keeps finding more. "I don't know what to do! I don't have any birth control!" Danielle says as you look into her terrified eyes and swallow a load of spit with a loud gulp.

You breathe in deeply, then drop to your knees and use your hands to turn your future wife around. You're hesitant to put your tongue into that formerly tight slit, knowing what's been in it and that there's still plenty of cum inside from a black man that you never even got the name of.

"Babe? what are you do-" Danielle asks, she's confused and doesn't understand why you're on your knees turning her around, she assumes your fingers are about to enter her, but she goes crosseyed and places her hands on the tile wall when she feels your tongue rutting around inside her stretched out pussy.

Danielle moans loudly, reaching back to run her fingers along the top of your head, pulling you in a bit more. Your initial disgust turns to a sudden hunger as your tongue digs out every drop of black seed it can get, a sudden realization that your fiancees pussy somehow tastes even better with the addition of another mans cum.

Your hands grip Danielle's tight ass and pull it apart, dragging your tongue from clit to crack and cleaning everything in between to the vocal delight of your fiancee that you love so much. "That's it baby! just like that!" Danielle moans with the hot water running across her pale body.

"You taste so good with black cum inside you," you say up to her after cleaning her pussy until it's immaculate once more, watching as Danielle grins and turns to hold your face in her hands. You remain on your knees, your cheek pressed to her tummy as she caresses you and holds you tight, your arms wrap around her thighs and pull her close. "Good boy," Danielle says down to you, joining you on her knees to taste the cum on your tongue and lips.

Both of you go to bed afterward, drifting off to sleep cuddling and knowing that your relationship is more alive than ever, and it's thanks to big black cock.

[mintchoccy]

same thingggggg

where is smutmind?

Holy shit, WHERE IS SMUTMIND WTF

[mintchoccy]

The Moon and The Abandoner.

Yandere LOONA x Reader

Its OT12, I just don't know how to format images nicely and I wanted to use something modern.

curse tumblrs limited colours but i was not using HTML.

I really enjoyed writing this fic, like, really. Hope you enjoy it as much.

The moon remembers the abandoners presence.

Light in its warmth. Contrasting the eternal darkness.

Combined with one each other.

Until it ran, the dynamic has shifted.

The moon is lonely.

It will find the abandoner.

The crescent will become whole.

- The moons promise, to the abandoner.

The cacophonous sound of your alarm rippled through your bedroom, jolting you awake. 7AM, great. You forgot to turn it off, maybe you could go back to sleep. But it wouldn't be worth the effort.

At least you can start your productive tasks, get the monotonous tasks out of the way and enjoy your life later tonight.

That'd be the dream.

For as long as this town has existed tradition was made, the shrine of divinity. It's said to have illuminated this town and contributed to its endless prosperity, you didn't believe it. But families, friends and the entire population would shun you out for that belief. You've avoided going to it for most of your adult life.

But people are unfortunately growing wise of your lack of presence, so you'll make a public display to appease the people. You checked your drawers, finding the stuff, slightly dusty so you'll wipe it down.

One stick, covered in white and gold foil, adorned with a small full moon. Traditionally made out of paper but upon the night of blot it's been made out of silver.

A black cape, represents the night sky just without the stars. You threw it in the bag, not your bag because it'd be 'disrespectful'. Now you are ready, let's make it quick.

Your town was small, so it was barely a 5 minute walk. The queue was just beginning to form, though it'd still take ages due to the formation of the line. In the form of a curved semi circle, so you also had to run a calculation in your head.

Remember the line.

People are behind you.

You observed the act. Left knee, 12 words. No more than a hushed whisper.

Okay.

Improvise the rest.

The line grew behind but in front it fell away.

It was your turn, put the cloak on, grab the stick.

Down to your left knee into the dirt, sit in front of the multicoloured veil and breathe in.

"May the moon gaze upon this town once more, guide us all."

That's it, no fanfare. Done.

You left.

At least it'd appease your family.

----

ViVi, the herald of the moon watched over earth. Observing all, witnessing everything. Sitting in the shiny silver throne, feet planted on the star-forged footrest. Earth was the sole object of her interest, basking in the glory of thousands of individuals admiring their charity.

Though one thing caught her eye, the energy in one town was wrong, familiar. The moon never forgot, could it be them? No, surely not. ViVi closed her eyes, trying to reach to that shrine.

But that feeling was gone, whoever was there had left.

The abandoner, why do you mock us so?

Her eyes opened, looking at mars. A singular tear froze in her eye.

The abandoner, at our shrine.

Hyunjin, the bountiful approached ViVi, sensing the shift in her emotion. Wearing her regal yellow dress, holding a long silver staff. With a shining whole moon on the tip.

"Kahei. Something about you is awry, speak." Hyunjin dug her staff into the moon. Their base was situated at the pinnacle of the orbiting rock, invisible to the earthlings they monitor.

"A prayer felt akin to the abandoner, but it was fleeting. It can't be felt there. Look forward and tell me if you feel it." Hyunjin listened to her, putting her hand out. It was ephemeral, but something was there. That feeling she had all those generations ago. In the bed, embracing each other, that unbridled joy.

"That, them." All of them took a pact to never say the abandoners real name unless they met them once more.

"Perhaps, may they return to us. I'll ask Jiwoo to look around the earthly plane." ViVi stood up, acknowledging Hyunjin before leaving off to find Jiwoo.

"Very well. I will deal with the blessings."

---

The extra time from your mishap had actually been quite the fortune in disguise, giving you the time to meet your friends for the first time in a month.

The coffee shop was empty, with the exception of a few staff members and you three. It was modern, sleek and generic. White walls, black columns, wooden tables. Your friends had grown accustom to this place, practically living here.

"Yooo! Y/N whats up!" Your best mate Eunwoo called out, hand waving to you. "I was surprised Hanni said you were coming, but I got your favourite!" The drink slid across the table smoothly, stopping just before falling off the counter.

"Appreciate it, I'll pay you back later." You fell into the seat, taking the seat opposite to Eunwoo and adjacent Hanni.

"Pftt, don't sweat it. I still owe you like... let's just call ourselves even." Eunwoo owes you quite a bit more than one coffee, but for now you'll let him off. Friends do what friends do.

"Clearing your own debt? Nice to see your still classy Eunwoo." Hanni said from the side, sighing.

"Well you know, gotta keep the hustle up." Eunwoo took a sip out of his coffee, giggling to himself at his cleverness.

"Whatever, nice to see you again Y/N. If you woke up at a normal time we could make this a more regular occasion." Hanni sighed, she's always been on your case about waking up and meet up with them. You've always sidestepped them, but maybe you'll consider it.

Probably not.

"Yeah yeah, sure. Do you guys not have anything better to do? Practically live in this shop." You drank some coffee, definitely the wrong order. Good ole Eunwoo, one job.

"Obviously, we just like being up before 8pm at night. Some can't relate evidently." Hanni smirked.

"Hey you two–" Eunwoo interjected over Hanni quickly. "wanna hit a PC bang or something after this. Could be some fun."

"Eugh you and them PC bangs, not....." You zoned out, not paying much attention. Eyes wondering around the scenes behind windows, trees, rocks and pedestrians.

Your eyes widened suddenly.

You are being looked at. Not by someone you know. A girl with a crown adorned in crystals, her peach eyes piercing into your skull.

"Y/N? You alright?" They asked, looking at you in concern.

"Someone's fucking staring at me, what the hell?" You pointed at the creepy girl watching you, they followed your command and turned around.

"What?? There's nobody Y/N." Hanni said, staring at you weirdly.

"Yeah are you good?" Eunwoo parroted, what? You are looking at them.

They are looking at you.

"Stop fucking kidding, there's literally someone with peach eyes staring at me." You were panicking, did you suddenly have a stalker?

"You need some rest, there's literally nothing but a tree." Hanni stated.

You can see it, literally see it. What the fuck?

"So... About that PC Bang?" Eunwoo asked again.

"I think Y/N needs to sleep, if they think their being stalked. Guess we will have to reschedule..." Hanni dismissed you, the two of them getting up and leaving.

That was odd, she's still looking at you.

Maybe if you run.

----

Chuu, the visionary pulled her apparition from the small town, that was definitely the abandoner. Their presence, their confidence, it all had manifested into something different.

But the fact she could be seen. That's no accident.

The moon is inescapable, dear.

Chuu smiled softly, their next step can go ahead. She stroked the peach gems on her hand, how pretty they looked.

You always gave me the best colour.

She laid there on her bed, made of the finest silken fabrics, she'll inform the peers later. For now she can bask in the joy of sharing a moment, however small.

---

You got home, slamming your bag into the floor. Falling into your mattress, bouncing against it. Hard and uncomfortable, but whatever.

That girl rang on your thoughts, you saw it, you saw it. Eunwoo and Hanni had to be messing around, but why would they fuck with you?

That's out of character.

You felt exhausted suddenly, like a million bricks had began to weigh you down. Putting your head on your pillow, eyes beginning to shut down.

The peach reflection stared back, even while resting.

Eugh.

You can't handle this.

You shoved the blanket over you, enjoying its weight and warmth. Comforting you temporary, it'll do.

----

Chuu had summoned every member for a council meeting, the first time in countless generations. It wasn't needed, everything was a well oiled machine.

But this day was written into the stars, to come eventually.

And they were elated.

Chuu began to speak, the other 11 stared.

"I saw them. Their new appearance is even more beautiful. The grace of the moon has not left them." Chuu said, smiling to herself.

Haseul, the songbird broke the silence first. "Jiwoo, explain your certainty." She sung, adjusting her crown.

"You can feel it. Like the purest light, remember what they did for us." Chuu lifted her left hand, the gemstone catching the rays of light.

Choerry, the artificer smiled. That was her work, combining the abandoners gift with the silver frame. "If this is true, how can we communicate with them?"

"I am unaware of the method. Jungeun, speak." Chuu called to the callous individual to the end of the table, sitting ages away from everyone else.

Kim Lip, the navigator replied curt and shortly. "If they believe in the prophecy. Their dream."

ViVi spoke over Chuu, thus is hierarchy of superiority. "They've only ever prayed once. I am under good authority to state they don't believe."

Hyeju, the conjurer watched on in thought. Trying to think about how to reach their ultimate goal, the one set out long ago.

An idea came to her mind, one that could work.

"Send Yeojin to earth, alone. I trust Jiwoo knows what to look for and can share that information?" Her voice boomed, speaking with misplaced authority as one of the youngest.

Chuu doesn't care for ideals like that. The abandoner is the end goal.

"Of course. I'll help Yeojin figure it out, my apparitions can not speak. This is the only way."

The only way.

Yeojin, the sycophant smiled brightly and fully, flashing her teeth. While the youngest and most spunky in her personality, that does not mean she is weak. Far from it. "Yay! I've got it! Let me go." She gripped onto her orange glove, adorned with similar gems. The abandoner gave them outfits and concepts that suited them all, letting Choerry make them.

"Prepare yourself, remember not to overwhelm them. We will force them if required, but avoid making that evident." Chuu commanded.

The briefing was over.

The abandoner will be communed with.

One day, they will come home.

For the moon had promised this.

When the separation occurred.

---

That was the worst sleep of your life, but at least the piercing eyes weren't in your head anymore.

You were drenched in cold sweat, clothes sticking to you grossly. Eugh.

The sky was dark, how long were you out? Fumbling for your phone you found out. 8pm.

Wow.

"Xanthus!" You jumped backwards, hitting your back on your drawers. Falling to the ground.

What the fuck was happening?

"How did you get into my house...? What the fuck! Get out!" You shouted impulsively, in front of you was another girl. Different, shorter. Eyes glowing a dim orange. Wearing a tangerine outfit, shorts that came down just above her knees and a tight t-shirt with fingerless gloves.

"Xanthus...? You don't recognise me." She frowned, outstretching her hand. In it laid a stone that glowed softly.

"Who the fuck... Leave my house." You got up.

"Please, you don't? Why... you fucking abandoner." Her voice was solemn. Lips going to a frown.

"You have the wrong person. I don't know who Xanthus is. But it isn't me, leave." You tried to maintain your composure, keeping enough distance. First a stalker now an intruder.

"I can sense it. Sit down, I want to talk. I'm Yeojin." Yeojin pointed at your bed, you weren't doing that.

"No." you were confident.

"Enough Xanthus. Why did you flee? Why are you being awkward!" She lifted her hand up, shoving you into the bed effortlessly. Slamming your head forcefully into the wall. "Oh sorry! Didn't mean to do that."

You groaned. "What the fuck– how?" Rubbing your head in shock and pain.

"You prayed, you actually prayed. You want to come back, there's no other reason. Come home Xanthus, please." She pleaded, grabbing onto your stick, ripping the bag open.

"Your– no, I'm going crazy, I'm actually going insane." You muttered, reaching for your phone.

"Stop pretending you can't feel it, that pulse, our heartbeats intertwined." Yeojin closed in, taking short steps. "I just... you remember that night? Surely, you remember that night we embraced each other. Please."

You shook your head, "What the fuck... I'm just going to call the cops."

"No! You know what, this is fruitless. Xanthus, I will be back. Not alone. Goodbye for now."

She disappeared in a bright flash, singeing your eyes. Sitting in eternal darkness for the next few eyes until your vision recovered.

Xanthus huh? I'm never praying again.

Where Yeojin warped away from left a card, golden, imprinted by a sky and a frog.

XII - The Frog.

A tarot card.

You'll keep it on your desk, might need it.

----

Yeojin returned to their sanctuary, dejected but not hopeless. There was a spark she could feel, recognise.

Ultimately this was written from the start.

She will reunite the moon, rebind all 13 of them together.

Together they will shine.

She savoured that spark, reporting the findings to the council.

Yves, the strategist approached Yeojin. "Share your findings."

"Its them! But they didn't listen, just screamed and threatened to call the cops." Yeojin shouted.

"Quiet. No time for eccentricism, state conditions." Yves chronicled Yeojin's words into her floating journal. Each word flashing burgundy and being eternalised before becoming black ink.

"Oh yeah, sorry Sooyoung... Lives alone, human strength. Would be easy to take but since Xanth-" She nearly slipped up, that'd get her punished. Pacts and all. "They don't believe me, we wouldn't be force them to accept the role."

Yves wrote more. "Good job, Yeojin. You have done good, I'll think about our plan. See you later." And she disappeared.

Yeojin just went to sleep, the moon has to rest as well.

After one cycle Go Won, the protector had been summoned to Yves' quarters. Yves had multiple copies of her journal, reiterating, refining, realising that an elaborate plan was just simply not needed for this. Go Won's thing was comforting and making people pliable, she can do it.

"Chaewon."

"Sooyoung."

The two weren't the most amicable of friends, even when whole. Their approaches too different to establish a major bond, but this was important.

They'll choke it down for now.

"The others seem confident in their assessment, the abandoner has been found. You must head down like Yeojin did, try to placate them."

Go Won gave a curt nod, "Okay. What do I need to know?"

Yves flipped a few of her pages without touching them, highlighting it with her long nails, making it clear what is what. Minimising the need to speak.

"Read. You are dismissed." The book got shoved into Go Won's embrace, she will enact the moons promise.

---

You lounged around your room for the remaining hours of the day, earned by the awful day.

The night was in full force, the sound of music flooding through the walls by inconsiderable individuals.

The card on your desk was cold, very cold. Frigid.

The TV in your room was playing a show, one you've been recommended countless times by Eunwoo. It's really the only thing he messages you about.

Knock Knock.

You weren't expecting anyone.

But, Hanni did like to be spontaneous.

Hopefully it's actually her.

You rushed downstairs, fumbling with the door lock.

It was open.

.

.

.

That's not Hanni.

How many of these girls were planning to terrorise you this evening?

You attempted to slam the door shut, but it didn't yield. Stiff in place.

"They are right, that presence... Please be not afraid, I do not wish to harm." Her voice was slow, soft, sweet. Almost disarmingly so, the door wasn't going to move so your choices were limited.

"I'm taking that no isn't on the cards?" You stepped back, her head shook slightly, stepping closer. Preventing you from drawing distance.

"No, Xanthus listen. It's a lot, I'm aware. Let me in. We can talk about this in a more comfortable method." The formality at which she spoke made you anything but comfortable.

"I'm, stop calling me that. My name is Y/N." You demanded, voice venomously annoyed.

"Okay. I believe what I have to say should take place where you can lay down. I'm Chaewon, if you wish to address me."

Chaewon had an ethereal presence, wearing a mint green dress with veils that covered her legs. Everything about her felt, trustable. Unlike that Yeojin, you led the way to your bedroom. She followed behind.

"This bedroom, it reminds me of you. Somethings don't change." Chaewon commented, closing the door. Preventing you from running within a moments notice, you were at ease somehow.

"Yeah... What did you want to tell me?"

"Tell, no. I want to show." Chaewon laid down on your bed without asking, outstretching her arms. "Please join me."

Surprisingly, you compiled. Going against your better judgment, get it done with and accept your fate. She hasn't thrown you into a wall.

Your body fell into Chaewon's hands, feeling slightly awkward. "Good Xan-Y/N. Heed my words, close your eyes." She whispered into your ear.

You complied.

The world was dark, calm. Her breath cradled your ears, soft wind making your heart go still. "You used to be with us, the moon whole. We loved you, vice versa. Together as one." She turned music on, classical.

"I'm still not the person you are looking for." You reiterated.

"Do not deny. The moon recognises itself, we miss you." Chaewon's embrace tightened, made you feel... comfortable. Something was familiar.

Like you've been here before.

You shook your head.

"So, why did I run then? Clearly there's a reason."

Her arms faltered, before stroking your hair with two fingers. "I can't explain that, but I will show you." She turned you around, pressing you into her chest.

"Hey wai-"

"Silence. It's necessary." The minty scent of Chaewon filled your nose, the only thing you could focus on. Your vision was dark and you were trapped. "Kataskion aski!"

Everything went blank. Hollow. Empty.

----

You were on the moon.

There was 12 of them, three of them recognisable.

You looked down, that's not your appearance.

Covered in modest robes, your fingers had 12 rings on them.

Each in a different colour.

"Why are you doing this?" Someone called upon you, wearing blue, a tunic. In her hand an dual edged axe, stained red slightly.

A voice that didn't sound like yours began to respond. From your mouth. "I must go, you know why."

"All this? Abandoning your responsibilities as moonborn for one bad decision? You are weak."

"They prayed, they offered. They repented and you murdered them all."

The warborne.

Your thoughts were merging with whatever Chaewon wanted you to hear.

"Silence! We had reasons. You can shed your responsibilities but we will find you."

You were reborn, like a phoenix wing. Ran away and reincarnated as what you see today.

You are Xanthus, the divine saviour.

The moon started to break away, the girl in front of you disappeared.

It went dark once again.

----

You gasped, her arms holding you still. What the fuck? What the hell?

Xanthus... The divine.

"You see now. I can tell you see." Chaewon gasped, letting you free. You got up, panicking, shaking. Existential dread clawing at you, your life a lie. All of it was a lie.

You fell to your knees.

"What the fuck! How, what, why!" You shouted, looking at the window.

It's staring at you.

It sees you.

It mocks you.

"Relax. Come here." Chaewon offered you a hug once more.

You accepted it.

"Y/N, you should return to us. You know this, but I'm not here to force you. My role has been played, like yours shall be soon." She traced reassuring circles on your back, whispering sweet nothings, letting you sob into her shoulder.

"I just, it's not real. My life, its fake! What the fuck!" you croaked, tightening your hold on Chaewon's body.

"Not fake, you chose this. Long before. Relax into my embrace, I will leave upon your request."

You didn't immediately will her away, the warmth of her presence something you enjoyed in immense guilt. Presumably before this day, this rabbithole will consume you.

Your friends won't listen, trust you. They couldn't see that girl in the coffee shop, they won't be able to see these two. A tarot card? That's not enough.

You'll be doing this alone.

You enjoyed Chaewon's hug for a few more moments. "Please, leave."

"Of course. Good to see you again Y/N."

The fuck.

You ran to the bathroom, splashing water will help.

The faucet ran, water flowing into the drain.

It gathered in your hand, a cold puddle.

You threw it at yourself, letting the cold bite your skin. A deep sigh escaping your pursed lips at every droplet that fell down.

You looked up.

Your own reflection didn't stare back, that wasn't you.

There was nothing to recognise.

Those clothes around its neck, you wish you could struggle them.

Xanthus may be you, but you are not Xanthus.

Enough.

Your fist launched into the mirror with all its might, shattering it with a force that startled you. A massive crack winding through the middle, millions of shards breaking into a dust on your hand.

Your fist was bleeding, blood dripping into the acrylic sink, white blooming red.

It stings.

They will not control your fate.

You will.

The glass laid on the floor.

--

The night was late, this couldn't be done during the day time. You put on your black hoodie, lifting the hood up. Knife in your hand.

The people will not pray to the moon, the shrine will be destroyed.

You will make your own fate, that mantle will not be taken.

The streets were silent, calm. Everyone was asleep, no cars driving by. You kept walking until the shrine was in front of you.

13 pieces of fabric, all of different colours.

12 for them, 1 for Xanthus.

You cut one at a time.

Hot pink. Cut.

Yellow. Cut.

You took a breath, the fabric falling to the floor at your feet.

Green. Cut.

Orange. Cut.

Another breath. You feel like you are being watched, something peering into your skin.

Baby Pink. Cut.

Red. Cut.

Blue. Cut.

Purple. Cut.

Each fibre of fabric that was cut represented one of them, their outfits...

Burgundy. Cut.

Peach. Cut.

Mint Green. Cut.

So that one's Chaewon, sorry.

Black. Cut.

Final one.

Silver. Cut.

A sudden sickness filled your veins, eugh. How much of Xanthus was apart of you?

It's done. The veil is gone, you kicked over the shrine. It laid in ruin, destroyed.

----

Heejin, the hexbringer fell to her knees, alongside the rest of them one by one. Feeling a sudden bout of illness, "Kahei, what's happening?" She gasped.

"A shrine's been vandalised." She looked towards the earth. "That one, the abandoner's doing. Certainly." She couldn't look through it, for the shrine was destroyed. The majority of their blessings came from that one place, it must be rebuilt for their egos and strength.

The moon recovered, getting back up. Jinsoul approached the duo, "We can't let this continue. This must end."

"They are rejecting their power, lashing out against us. Let the moon's strength cast upon them." Heejin and Jinsoul were best partners, their obligations going hand in hand. Hexes and violence haven't needed to be done in generations, today was an exception.

"Very well. Prepare yourself for the next cycle."

ViVi frowned, this wasn't how she wanted this to go. But they weren't able to be stopped.

May the abandoner be logical.

This doesn't have to end in misery.

---

Your eyes shot up suddenly, screams, so many screams. Muffled by a brick wall, you rubbed your eyes.

Holy shit.

Outside everything was in flames, buildings on fire. Roads on fire, people on fire. Shit.

You need to get out this room.

Smoke filled your nose, you grabbed your phone and the knife just in case. The door opened, the stairs were on fire. Shit not that way.

You opened the window, this was the only option to escape. Jumping out onto your canopy. Falling onto the road where it was not burning.

"AHHHHHHH!" People were screeching, actively set on fire. Flames attaching onto their clothes.

What the hell happened? There's no way.

"Y/N!" Hanni!

You looked over, Eunwoo was there as well.

"What the fuck is happening?" You asked.

"I don't fucking know! The entire town is on fucking fire. We need to go." Hanni shouted, the flames were getting worse.

You couldn't go though.

This fire could not be an accident.

The timing, the strength.

"You guys need to drive out of here before the whole place goes aflame!" You screamed.

"Yeah, you are coming with. Our cars are on fire! we need you to drive!"

Shit.

"I can't leave. That girl who was watching me, you won't believe the full story! But it's not relevant." You had your keys on you always. Throwing it into Hanni's hands.

"Don't be stupid!" Eunwoo shouted.

"Trust me, go before it's too late!"

Hanni grabbed onto Eunwoo's arm, tugging him along. "Fine! Whatever the fuck is going on! We'll see you after this."

Okay.

They drove off, avoiding the flames. Thankfully there was minimal traffic from what you could see.

They'll be safe.

You'll be safe.

"Look upon me!" A voice boomed, you turned.

Her. That one with the axe, the warborne.

She was in the sky, surrounded by fire.

oh abandoner wise, come back to us Xanthus. A voice sung?

You shook your head, "You fucking monsters! The entire town in flame?"

"Kahei wanted this to be amicable, Chaewon told us not to do this. But this ends tonight." The warborne dropped down in front of you, her presence towering and intimidating. "My, your new appearance is beautiful."

The flames were getting more intense, circing around you. Any longer and you'll be trapped.

oh abandoner wise, don't fight the moon.

"You are murdering them all! Like the memory! This. You are a monster."

"I guess my ways are dated. But does it matter? You are about to come back to us Xanthus." Her hand grabbed at your neck, lifting you upwards. Oxygen being ripped away from you, dangling above the road. Her face had a sadistic smirk, tilting her head. "Agree and I'll drop you."

You thrashed, kicking her in her chest. But her resolve was stronger, way stronger.

The knife.

Your hand reached into your pocket. Pulling it out, her eyes widened in almost pride. The slash to her arm did nothing, you weren't being dropped.

Your vision was getting blurry. But you won't give in. You'll die here.

"Jinsol. Killing them compromises our goal." It's the peach girl...

"You are right." Her grip loosened, letting you breathe in the acrid odor of burning flesh and tar.

"Come back with us Y/N, no more pain has to happen. No more death." Chaewon.

Powerless, that's what you are. The fire is getting closer, you will die if you don't give in.

More people will die if you don't give in.

But if you give in.

"Go to hell..!" You spat.

"Xanthus..." Yeojin. How many had came?

"We will repair your little town, save them all. You can keep your appearance, come back to the moon. Make us whole again."

You had no choice. There's no time.

"Fine."

Jinsol smiled. "You did it. Let's go home."

The flash happened again. You all disappeared.

Without a trace, except the fires.

The moon was cold, unrelenting. A girl wearing baby pink came up to you, wrapping you in a blanket. "Xanthus! You are here. You listened to them? I'm so happy."

"I had no choice." You snapped.

"This is unsurprising. Jinsol and Heejin are unrelenting, but we've loved you for so long. I see you haven't reclaimed your ability to resist the cold." Her arms were next to comfort you.

You didn't stop her. The touch was contrastingly pleasant.

"I'm..."

"Xanthus. I made you something." Your eyes turned, a girl wearing all purple. Something akin to a blacksmith outfit.

It was a bracelet, silver gems and silver metal. "To signify your return." She put it on you.

You wanted to cry.

Chaewon appeared next, "You should rest. The merging cycle will make you exhausted. Doing so while tired will comatose you."

You didn't fight as the girl's navigated you to a bed.

You didn't fight when they laid beside you.

You didn't fight when they hugged you.

There was no energy left.

You couldn't get back to earth, maybe you could by merging with them. But for now you must rest.

Damn them all.

The moons promise was fulfilled.

[mintchoccy]

Tastefully Ours

TripleS Kotone & ILLIT Moka X Male Reader

Tags : Yandere, Obsessed, Obsession, Incest, Younger Sister Kotone & Moka, Older Brother Male Reader, Impregnation, Breeding, Mating, Forced Threesome, FFM Threesome, Missionary, Full Nelson, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Cheating

Words : 6,136 Words

A Lovely Commission For My Friend @KariNeko From Ko-Fi. This Story Was So Fun To Write. I Hope You All Like It.

The air in the living room feels heavier than usual, charged with something you can’t quite place. Moka and Kotone sit on the couch, their bodies angled toward each other like two conspirators in a silent pact. Minju, your girlfriend, sits across from them, her hands neatly folded in her lap, her quiet smile doing little to ease the tension. Your mother, blissfully unaware, hums softly in the kitchen, the sound of clinking dishes a distant buffer to the storm brewing in the room.

You clear your throat, trying to lighten the mood. “So, Moka, how’s that art history project going? You finished it yet?”

Moka doesn’t even look at you. Her gaze locks onto Minju, sharp and unflinching. “It’s fine,” she says, her voice clipped. Kotone leans back, arms crossed, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by something colder, more calculated.

Minju shifts slightly, her fingers tightening around the edge of her seat. “It’s so nice to finally meet you both,” she says, her voice soft but steady. “Your brother talks about you all the time.”

Kotone’s lips curl into a faint smirk, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Does he now?” she says, her tone dripping with something between curiosity and challenge. “And what exactly does he say?”

You can feel the weight of their stares, the unspoken questions hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. Before you can interject, Moka stands abruptly, her movements fluid but deliberate. “I’m going to bed,” she announces, her voice carrying an edge that makes your stomach twist. Kotone follows suit, rising smoothly without a word. They disappear down the hall, leaving you and Minju in their wake.

The silence lingers uncomfortably until Minju finally breaks it. “They’re… intense,” she says, her voice tinged with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah,” you mutter, rubbing the back of your neck. “They’ve always been protective. It’s just… how they are.”

She nods, though her expression tells you she’s not entirely convinced. The night continues uneasily, and by the time you’re ready for bed, the tension hasn’t dissipated.

You slip under the covers, the cool sheets a welcome relief from the suffocating atmosphere downstairs. Just as you’re about to drift off, the door creaks open. Two silhouettes move silently into the room, their presence filling the space with an electric buzz.

“Moka? Kotone?” You sit up, your voice barely above a whisper. “What are you—”

Before you can finish, they’re on you. Moka’s hands press against your chest, shoving you back onto the bed with surprising strength. Kotone climbs onto the mattress beside you, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. Their presence is overwhelming, their breaths hot against your skin.

“You’re supposed to be ours,” Moka hisses, her voice low and laced with something dangerous. Kotone leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, “We’ve waited long enough.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, a mixture of confusion and something else—something you don’t want to name—churning in your gut. Their hands are everywhere, tracing lines of fire across your skin, pulling at the hem of your shirt. You try to push them away, but your limbs feel heavy, your resistance faltering under their relentless assault.

“Stop,” you manage to say, though your voice lacks its usual authority. “This isn’t—”

“Shh,” Kotone interrupts, her fingers sliding under your shirt, grazing the taut muscles of your stomach. “You don’t have to fight it.”

Moka’s lips find your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as she murmurs, “You’ve always belonged to us.”

The rational part of your brain screams at you to stop this, to put an end to whatever madness has taken hold of them. But another part—a darker part—stirs awake, drawn to the heat of their bodies pressing against yours, the fierce possessiveness in their touch.

Their hands grow bolder, their touches more insistent. Moka’s nails drag lightly down your chest, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Kotone’s breath hitches as she leans in closer, her lips hovering just above yours.

“You’re ours,” she repeats, her voice trembling with a mix of desire and desperation.

The air in the room feels charged, heavy with something you can’t quite name. Moka’s lips are still lingering on your neck, her breath hot against your skin, while Kotone’s face hovers inches from yours, her eyes glinting with a mix of hunger and defiance. You’re trapped between them, their bodies pressing against yours with an intensity that makes your head spin.

Moka’s fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, her nails scraping lightly against your stomach as she pulls it upward. You flinch slightly at the sensation, but she doesn’t stop, her movements deliberate and slow. Kotone’s hand joins hers, their fingers working in tandem to strip the fabric from your body. The cool air hits your chest, and you feel a shiver run through you—not from the temperature, but from the way their eyes rake over your exposed skin.

“You’ve been hiding this from us,” Moka whispers, her voice low and teasing. Her hands roam across your chest, tracing the lines of muscle as if she’s memorizing every inch. Kotone leans in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmurs, “You didn’t think we wouldn’t notice, did you?”

Their words send a jolt through you, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of how close they are, how their bodies seem to mold perfectly against yours. Moka’s hands slide down to your waistband, her fingers hooking into the fabric of your pants. She looks up at you, her eyes dark with intent. “These need to go too,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Kotone’s hands join hers, and together they work to unfasten your pants, their movements unhurried and deliberate. You feel a mix of panic and arousal swirling in your chest, your heart pounding as they slowly peel the fabric away. The air feels colder now, but their hands on your skin keep you from feeling it fully.

Moka’s lips find yours, her kiss hungry and insistent. She bites down gently on your lower lip, pulling it into her mouth as her tongue teases the sensitive flesh. Kotone watches for a moment before leaning in, her own lips brushing against the side of your neck. Her breath is warm, sending a wave of warmth coursing through you as she begins to nibble gently at the skin there.

Their hands continue to explore, Moka’s fingers tracing the line of your hipbone while Kotone’s palms press firmly against your chest. You can feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the scent of their skin filling your senses. It’s dizzying, overwhelming, and yet you can’t bring yourself to pull away.

Moka breaks the kiss, her eyes locking onto yours. “You’ve always been ours,” she says, her voice steady despite the fire in her gaze. “And you always will be.” Kotone nods in agreement, her hands sliding down to grip your hips possessively.

You want to protest, to remind them that this isn’t right, that they’re your sisters. But the words catch in your throat as Moka leans in again, her lips capturing yours in another searing kiss. This time, Kotone’s mouth joins in, her tongue darting out to lick a slow trail along your jawline. The dual sensations are almost too much to bear, and you feel a moan escape before you can stop it.

Their hands grow bolder, Moka’s fingers trailing down your abdomen while Kotone’s grip on your hips tightens. You can feel the tension building in the room, the air thick with unspoken desires and forbidden urges. Moka breaks the kiss again, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she looks at you. “You can’t deny it,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. “You feel it too.”

Kotone’s lips press against your neck again, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she murmurs, “We’ve waited so long for this.” Her hands slide around to your back, pulling you even closer to her. Moka’s hands follow suit, her fingertips tracing patterns along your spine that send shivers through your entire body.

You’re trapped in their embrace, their bodies pressing against yours from all sides. The rational part of your mind screams at you to stop this, to push them away and put an end to this madness. But another part—a deeper, more primal part—wants to give in, to let them take control and lose yourself in the heat of their touch.

Moka’s lips find yours once more, her kiss slower this time, more deliberate. Her hands move to your arms, gripping them tightly as if she’s afraid you’ll try to escape. Kotone’s mouth continues its assault on your neck, alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites that leave you breathless.

The room feels smaller now, the walls closing in as the intensity of their touches increases. Moka’s nails dig lightly into your skin as she deepens the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth with a fierce hunger. Kotone’s hands slide down to the small of your back, her fingertips pressing into the sensitive flesh there and sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you.

You can feel the boundaries blurring, the lines between right and wrong fading into nothingness as their touches grow more insistent. Moka’s lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your jawline until she reaches your ear. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispers, her voice laced with a possessive edge that sends a thrill through you.

Kotone’s hands continue their exploration, sliding lower until they reach the edge of your boxers. She pauses for a moment, her eyes meeting yours as if seeking permission. You don’t know what to say, your mind racing with conflicting emotions. But before you can respond, Moka’s lips are on yours again, drowning out any thoughts of resistance.

“Tell us,” Kotone whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart. “Tell us you want this.”

You open your mouth to speak, but the words don’t come. Instead, you feel their hands tighten their grip on you as they both lean in closer. Their breath mingles with yours as they watch you expectantly. The tension in the room is palpable now as they wait for your response—a response that will either push them away or pull them closer.

But before you can make a decision one way or another…

Moka’s lips finally break away from yours, leaving your skin tingling where she had been. Her sharp, intense eyes lock with yours, glinting with a mix of lust and something darker, possessive. Kotone’s hands, soft yet insistent, slide your boxers down, her fingertips grazing your thighs as she reveals the hard, throbbing length of your cock. You feel exposed, vulnerable, but the heat in their eyes keeps you rooted in place.

“Look at him,” Kotone murmurs, her voice low and honeyed, her gaze lingering on your arousal. “He’s so hard… for us.”

Moka’s lips curve into a smirk as she leans back slightly, her toned body shifting gracefully as she pulls her shirt over her head. Her athletic frame is on full display now, her breasts firm and inviting, her skin glowing faintly in the dim light of the room. She doesn’t hesitate, her hands moving to the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down along with her panties in one fluid motion. Kotone follows suit, her movements slower, more deliberate, as if savoring every second of this forbidden moment. Her soft curves are revealed inch by inch, her body a perfect contrast to Moka’s leaner form.

Their naked bodies press against you now, their skin warm and smooth, their breaths shallow and uneven. Moka straddles your hips first, her thighs squeezing around you as she settles herself above your cock. You can feel the heat radiating from her core, the wetness of her arousal brushing against your length as she grinds down slowly, teasingly. Her eyes never leave yours, and there’s a challenge in them, as if daring you to stop her.

Kotone positions herself beside you, her hands roaming over your chest as she watches Moka intently. Her fingers trace circles around your nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. Her lips find your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers, “You’re ours now. No one else gets to have you.”

Moka’s hips move again, this time with more purpose, her wetness coating your cock as she rubs herself against you. The sensation is maddening, her slick heat teasing the tip before she pulls away slightly, denying you the full release you crave. Her lips curve into a knowing smile as she leans forward, her breasts brushing against your chest. “Do you want me?” she asks, her voice low and sultry. “Or do you want her?”

Before you can respond, Kotone’s hand slips between your legs, her fingers wrapping around your cock and giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. Her touch is electric, her grip firm yet tender as she pumps you in rhythm with Moka’s grinding. The dual sensations overwhelm you, your body trembling under their combined attention. Kotone’s lips trail down your chest, her tongue flicking at your nipple before she takes it into her mouth, sucking gently.

“Answer her,” Kotone murmurs between kisses, her free hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. “Who do you want?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy and charged, as Moka stops her movements just long enough to let you speak. But words fail you again, lost in the haze of desire and confusion. Instead, you arch your hips upward instinctively, seeking more of the friction Moka had been teasing you with. She smiles wickedly at your response, her hips sinking down just enough to let the tip of your cock slip inside her.

“Ah…” she moans softly, her head tilting back as she takes you in slowly. Her tightness envelops you, her walls clenching around you as she pushes herself down further. Kotone watches with rapt attention, her hand still stroking the base of your cock as Moka begins to move.

Moka’s rhythm is steady at first, her hips rolling in smooth, controlled motions that send waves of pleasure rippling through you. But soon, her pace quickens, her breath catching in her throat as she chases her own release. Her hands grip your shoulders for support, her nails digging into your skin just enough to leave faint marks. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, as she fucks herself on your cock with abandon.

Kotone isn’t content to just watch. Her lips find yours again, her kiss hungry and demanding as she grinds her own wetness against your thigh. Her hand leaves your cock and moves to Moka’s hip, guiding her sister’s movements as if to ensure you both feel every ounce of pleasure. “You feel so good inside her,” Kotone whispers against your lips. “But do you want to feel me too?”

The question sends a jolt of arousal through you, your cock twitching inside Moka at the thought. Moka notices and lets out a choked laugh, her hips still moving frantically. “Greedy,” she teases breathlessly. “But fine… he can have us both.”

Moka lifts herself off of you with a soft gasp, her body trembling as she shifts to the side. Kotone wastes no time taking her place, her body sinking down onto your cock with a moan that’s almost a sob. She’s tighter than Moka, her warmth engulfing you in a way that makes your head spin. Her hips roll slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being filled by you, but soon she’s moving faster, her hands braced on your chest for leverage.

Moka watches for a moment before positioning herself above your face, her wetness inches from your lips. “Taste me,” she demands, her voice thick with desire. You don’t hesitate this time, your tongue darting out to lick at her folds. She tastes sweet and salty, her arousal dripping onto your lips as you feast on her. Her hips grind against your face, her moans growing louder as she loses herself in the sensation.

The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure—Moka’s gasps and Kotone’s cries blending together in a symphony of lust. You’re caught in the middle of it all, your body writhing under their combined attention as they take what they want from you. Kotone’s pace becomes erratic, her nails raking down your chest as she nears her climax. “I’m close,” she whimpers, her voice high and trembling. “Don’t stop… please…”

Moka reaches down to rub at her own clit as she rides your face, her movements growing frantic as she chases her orgasm. “Come for us,” she commands, her voice breaking on the last word as her body trembles above you.

Kotone’s walls tighten around you impossibly harder as she comes, her entire body shaking as she clings to you. Her orgasm triggers your own release, your cock pulsing inside her as you spill yourself deep within her trembling core. Moka isn’t far behind, her hips stuttering against your lips as she cries out her release, her warmth flooding your mouth.

That's when you realize that this is forever changed. Their warmth surrounds you entirely. And it has forever bound you.

The aftermath of their shared release still lingered in the air, heavy and intoxicating, when Moka shifted from your face to kneel behind you. Her hands gripped your hips, her lips brushing against the nape of your neck as she whispered, “Our turn to switch places, big brother.” Kotone giggled, her voice low and sultry, as she crawled forward, her soft curves swaying with every movement. “Don’t worry,” she purred, “I’ll take care of this side.”

Moka’s hands were firm as she guided you onto all fours, her toned body pressing against your back. You could feel her heat radiating through her skin as she positioned herself behind you, her slick arousal already glistening against your thigh. “You’re mine now,” she murmured, her voice dripping with possessiveness. Before you could respond, she slid onto you in one smooth motion, her tight warmth enveloping you completely. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she adjusted, her hands gripping your shoulders for balance.

Meanwhile, Kotone settled herself over your face, her thighs framing your cheeks as she lowered herself down. Her scent flooded your senses, musky and sweet, as she ground herself against your mouth. Her fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you closer. “You’re not getting away this time,” she teased, her voice a mix of playfulness and desperation. “Open up for me.”

Your tongue flicked out instinctively, tasting her essence as she moaned softly above you. Her hips began to move, rolling against your mouth in a rhythm that made your pulse quicken. Moka’s movements matched hers, her hips slamming into you with increasing force as she rode you from behind. The combination of sensations was overwhelming—Kotone’s warmth on your face, Moka’s tight grip on your hips, the rhythmic slapping of skin echoing through the room.

Moka leaned forward, her breasts pressing against your back as she whispered hotly into your ear. “I want you to give me a child,” she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. “Fill me up, make me yours completely.” Her words sent a jolt through you, her plea igniting something primal deep within. Her pace sped up, her nails digging into your skin as she chased her own pleasure.

Kotone’s laughter bubbled up as she felt your tongue falter under her relentless grinding. “Focus, big brother,” she chided, her voice teasing but edged with something darker. Her hands pressed your face harder against her, forcing you to devour her fully. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied.” Her moans grew louder, her own climax building as her movements became more erratic.

Moka’s breathing grew ragged, her hips slamming into you with frenzied intensity. “Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I need it… I need you…” Her walls tightened around you, her body trembling as she neared the edge. Kotone’s grip on your hair tightened as she felt her own release approaching, her thighs clamping down around your head as she cried out.

The room was filled with their sounds—Moka’s gasps, Kotone’s moans, the wet slap of skin against skin. You were caught between them, their pleasure consuming you entirely. Moka’s pace became frantic, her cries growing louder as she reached her peak. “Come inside me,” she demanded, her voice a desperate whisper. “Make me yours forever.”

Kotone’s hips stuttered against your mouth as she came, her warmth flooding your taste buds as she cried out your name. Moka wasn’t far behind, her body convulsing as she reached her own climax, her walls milking you for everything you had. You couldn’t hold back any longer, your release surging into Moka as she held you tightly, her nails leaving marks on your skin.

Kotone collapsed forward, her body trembling as she caught her breath. “You’re ours now,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction. Moka leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, her lips lingering against your skin. “And we’re never letting you go,” she added, her tone equally possessive.

The weight of their bodies pressed down on you, their warmth surrounding you completely. You knew there was no escape. They had claimed you in every way possible. But even as your mind struggled to process what had happened, your body responded to their touch, still craving for more.

The air in the room was thick with lust, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of their last climax. Moka and Kotone were far from done with you. Their eyes locked, a shared understanding passing between them as they exchanged a mischievous smile.

“Let’s switch,” Moka said, her voice low and teasing, her hand trailing down your chest as she moved. Kotone nodded, her lips curling into a sly grin as she straddled your face, her soft thighs pressing against your cheeks. Moka adjusted herself, positioning her hips above your cock, her wetness glistening in the dim light.

You felt the weight of them both pressing down on you, their warmth enveloping you completely. Kotone leaned forward, her hands resting on your stomach for balance, her breath hitching as she lowered herself onto your mouth. Her taste flooded your senses, sweet and intoxicating, as her hips began to rock slowly, grinding against your tongue.

Moka wasted no time, sinking down onto your length with a satisfied moan. Her walls clenched around you, already tight and eager, as she started to move, her pace steady but demanding. The sensation of her warmth surrounding you made your head spin, your hands instinctively gripping her waist as she rode you.

Kotone’s moans grew louder, her movements becoming more erratic as she pressed herself harder against your mouth. “Yes,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” Her thighs trembled as she approached her peak, her pleasure mounting with every stroke of your tongue.

Moka’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she quickened her pace, her hips slamming down onto you with increasing urgency. “You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “I can feel it… I can feel the baby building up inside me.” She laughed softly, the sound almost playful, but there was a dark undertone to her words that sent a shiver down your spine.

Kotone echoed her sentiment, her voice dripping with hunger. “We can both feel it,” she purred, her hands tightening in your hair. “You’re going to make us both mothers, aren’t you?” Her words were laced with possessiveness, her body writhing above you as she chased her release.

You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you—guilt, shame, and an undeniable arousal that you couldn’t ignore. What about Minju? The thought flickered in your mind, but it was quickly drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Moka and Kotone consumed you entirely, their need for you pushing all other thoughts aside.

Moka leaned forward, bracing herself on your chest as she increased her pace, her nails digging into your skin. “Focus,” she whispered, her lips brushing against yours in a quick, demanding kiss. “You belong to us now. Don’t think about anything else.”

Her words snapped you back to the present, your attention fully on the two women who had claimed you so completely. Kotone’s moans turned into a high-pitched whine as she reached her climax, her body shuddering above you. Her warmth spilled over your tongue, her thighs trembling as she rode out her release.

Moka wasn’t far behind, her walls tightening around you as she cried out your name. Her entire body convulsed as she came, her hips stuttering as she continued to ride you, milking every last drop from you. You couldn’t hold back any longer, your release surging into her as she held you tightly, her nails leaving marks on your skin.

Kotone collapsed forward, her body trembling as she caught her breath. “You’re ours now,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction. Moka leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, her lips lingering against your skin. “And we’re never letting you go,” she added, her tone equally possessive.

The weight of their bodies pressed down on you again, their warmth surrounding you completely. You knew there was no escape—they had claimed you in every way possible. But even as your mind struggled to process what had happened, your body responded to their touch, still craving more.

Moka shifted slightly, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Again.” Her voice was a command, not a question, and you could feel Kotone’s body stirring above you, already eager for another round.

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, the air heavy with the aftermath of what had just happened. Moka’s lips were still on your neck, her breath warm against your skin, while Kotone lay sprawled across your chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns down your torso. Their bodies were flush against yours, a tangle of limbs and heat that left you both overwhelmed and craving more.

But then, the knock came.

It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but it shattered the stillness of the room like a gunshot. Your heart lurched in your chest, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. The sisters froze too, their bodies tensing as they exchanged a glance, their eyes dark with a mix of irritation and defiance.

“Are you asleep?” Minju’s voice floated through the door, soft and uncertain.

Your throat tightened. “N-no, not yet,” you managed to stammer, your voice betraying the chaos unfolding beneath the sheets.

Moka’s lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned closer, her breath hot against your ear. “She’s here now?” she whispered, her tone laced with disbelief and something else—something dangerous.

Kotone didn’t waste a moment. She shifted lower, her hand sliding down your stomach, her fingers wrapping around you. You stifled a groan as she began to move, her touch deliberate, almost punishing. Moka wasn’t far behind; her lips found your neck again, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that made you shudder.

Minju giggled faintly on the other side of the door, unaware of the chaos within. “I… don’t know why I’m here,” she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. “I just felt… distant. Like I took something from them.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Moka’s lips paused mid-kiss, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward the door. Kotone’s hand tightened around you, her movements becoming more urgent, almost aggressive. It was as if they were silently rebelling against Minju’s presence, staking their claim on you with every touch.

“Can I come in?” Minju asked hesitantly, her voice softer now, almost pleading.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Moka seized the opportunity, her lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. Kotone’s hand continued its relentless rhythm, her own desire evident in the way her body pressed against yours.

The door creaked open before you could stop it, and there she was—Minju, standing in the doorway, her delicate features frozen in shock. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her: Moka straddling you, her hands gripping your shoulders possessively, and Kotone kissing you with a fierceness that left no room for doubt.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Minju’s hand flew to her mouth, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. “W-what is this?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief and hurt.

Moka broke the kiss, turning to face Minju with a defiant smirk. “Isn’t it obvious?” she purred, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. “He’s ours.”

Kotone didn’t even bother to look up, her lips trailing down your chest as if Minju’s presence was nothing more than an inconvenience. Her hand never stopped moving, her touch insistent, demanding.

Minju took a shaky step back, her eyes darting between you and the sisters, as if hoping this was some kind of twisted dream. “How could you…?” she choked out, tears welling in her eyes.

You wanted to say something—to explain, to apologize—but the words wouldn’t come. Moka’s lips were on yours again, silencing any protest you might have had. Her kiss was possessive, almost punishing, as if she was reminding you who truly owned you now.

Kotone finally looked up, her gaze locking with Minju’s. There was no guilt in her eyes, only a cold determination. “You should leave,” she said simply, her voice calm but firm.

Minju hesitated for a moment, her body trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak. Then, without another word, she turned and fled, the sound of her retreating footsteps echoing down the hallway.

The moment she was gone, Moka pulled away from the kiss, her eyes gleaming with triumph. “Finally,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry. “No more distractions.”

Kotone’s hand slid away from you, only to be replaced by her lips, warm and wet as they trailed kisses along your skin. Moka moved lower, her hands sliding down your chest, her touch sending shivers through your body.

“You’re ours,” Moka whispered against your ear, her breath hot and urgent. “And we’re not letting anyone take you away.”

Kotone’s lips found yours again, her kiss deep and consuming, as if she was trying to erase any lingering thoughts of Minju from your mind. Her hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch with a hunger that left you breathless.

Moka’s hands joined Kotone’s, their touches synchronized as they worked to unravel you completely. Their lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. It was overwhelming—their possessiveness, their desire—and yet, your body responded eagerly, craving more of their touch.

“Again,” Moka murmured, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with authority.

Kotone didn’t need to be told twice. Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses down your chest until they reached the edge of your waistband. She paused for a moment, her eyes meeting yours as if seeking permission—though it was clear she had no intention of stopping either way.

Moka’s mouth joined Kotone’s, her lips brushing against your skin in a way that made your breath catch.

You’re caught in a whirlwind of sensations, your body tingling from their relentless touch. Moka’s lips move with purpose, her breath hot against your skin as she trails kisses down your abdomen. Kotone’s hands follow suit, her fingers deftly working to free you from the last barrier of clothing. The air between you crackles with anticipation, heavy and electric, as they both pause to take you in—fully exposed, fully theirs.

“We’ve waited so long for this,” Kotone whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of longing and triumph. Her fingers dance lightly over your hips, sending jolts of pleasure through you. “You’re ours, big brother. Finally.”

Moka doesn’t speak, but her eyes say it all—dark, smoldering, filled with a hunger that makes your heart race. She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that starts soft but quickly deepens, her tongue teasing at your mouth until you open for her. Her hands grip your shoulders, pulling you closer as if she’s afraid you’ll slip away.

Kotone isn’t content to sit back. Her hands slide up your chest, her nails lightly scratching against your skin as she presses herself against your side. Her lips find your neck, nibbling and sucking in a way that makes you groan. “You’re not going anywhere,” she murmurs against your skin, her voice a playful purr. “Not tonight. Not ever.”

The two of them move with a practiced ease, their bodies molding to yours as if they’ve mapped every inch of you in their minds a thousand times before. Moka’s hand drifts lower, her fingers tracing the length of you with a touch that’s equal parts teasing and deliberate. “So perfect,” she murmurs, her voice thick with approval. “All for us.”

Kotone’s lips trail down your chest, her tongue swirling around your nipple before she bites down gently, drawing a sharp gasp from you. Her eyes meet yours, gleaming with mischief as she shifts lower, her breath ghosting over your stomach. “Let us take care of you,” she says softly, her voice dripping with promise. “You don’t have to think. Just feel.”

They take their time, their touches and kisses building a fire in you that’s impossible to ignore. Moka’s lips return to yours, her kisses growing more insistent as her hand wraps around you, stroking slowly and firmly. Kotone’s mouth moves lower, her tongue tracing a line down your abdomen until she reaches the base of your length. She pauses there, her breath warm and tantalizing against your skin.

“Do you want us?” Moka asks, her voice low and husky. Her eyes bore into yours, demanding an answer even though they both already know it.

You can’t form words, your breath coming in shallow gasps as they continue their relentless assault on your senses. But they don’t need words. The way your body responds—arching into their touches, trembling under their hands—tells them everything they need to know.

Moka smiles, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that sends a shiver down your spine. She leans in, her mouth brushing against your ear as she whispers, “Then let us show you how much we’ve wanted this.”

Kotone doesn’t wait for permission. Her lips close around you, warm and wet, and the sensation is enough to make you cry out. Her tongue swirls around you, teasing and tasting, while Moka continues to stroke you in rhythm with Kotone’s movements. It’s too much and yet not enough all at once, the pleasure building inside you like a storm about to break.

Their hands and mouths work in tandem, each touch and kiss bringing you closer to the edge. Moka’s lips move to your neck, sucking and biting in a way that leaves marks she knows will linger. Kotone’s pace quickens, her head bobbing as she takes you deeper, her fingers gripping your thighs to keep you steady.

“You’re ours,” Moka repeats, her voice barely above a whisper but filled with such conviction it sends a new wave of heat through you. “And we’re never letting you go.”

The room is filled with the sounds of their movements—soft moans, whispered words, the slick wetness of Kotone’s mouth as she works you over. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and something distinctly them, a heady combination that only fuels the fire burning inside you.

Just as you feel yourself teetering on the brink, Moka pulls back slightly, her hand still moving but slowing its pace. Kotone follows suit, releasing you with a soft pop and looking up at you with eyes that glimmer with satisfaction.

“Not yet,” Moka says, her voice firm but laced with tenderness. “We’re not done with you.”

Kotone grins, climbing up your body until she’s straddling your hips. Her hands rest on your chest, her fingers splaying out as she leans down to kiss you deeply. “We’re just getting started,” she murmurs against your lips.

Moka moves to your side, her hand still tracing patterns across your skin as she watches Kotone with a possessive glint in her eye. “Tell us you want this,” she says softly, her voice a velvet caress. “Tell us you’re ours.”

You open your mouth to respond "Y-yes. I'm yours".

And with that Moka and Kotone laughs, as they both kisses your cheeks. As the three of you continue to make love until the night ends.