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Idol Pickup ft. Yujin
tags: virgin loss, rough sex, face sitting, riding, deep penetration, creampie, idol scandal, forced orgasm, dominant male, submissive female, public sex risk, no condom, van sex, oral sex, reluctant arousal, humiliation, first time, power imbalance, messy aftermath, breeding risk
The cab's interior smelled like worn leather and cinnamon gum.
Yujin was already breathless when she pushed through the crowd outside the event hall. Fans screamed, flashes popped, and ssassngns pressed phones to her face like knives. Her manager had said he'd be right back—just a quick phone call.
He never returned.
Panic prickled under her skin. She ducked her head, hoodie up, cap low, sunglasses firm. She pushed toward a black van idling just beyond the barricades. Door open. No markings.
A hand reached out, guiding her in.
"Get in. Quickly."
She obeyed without thinking, heart racing. The door slammed shut behind her. Only then did she glance up.
The driver was a tall, broad man with skin like polished onyx and eyes that didn’t blink. Calm. Unbothered.
"You alright?" he asked, shifting the van into drive.
"Where's my manager? He was supposed to—"
"He said to take you home."
"He did?" She frowned. Her voice was sharp now. "What’s your name?"
"Marcus."
"Marcus who?"
He just smiled and pulled away from the crowd, leaving the noise behind.
She exhaled, then checked her phone. No messages. No calls.
"This isn’t his number," she said, holding up a text from an unknown sender. Just coordinates. No explanation.
"Strange," Marcus said. "Could’ve been someone pretending to be him."
Her gaze snapped to his.
"What do you mean pretending?"
"It happens. Girls like you don’t watch your backs as well as you think."
Yujin reached for the door.
Locked.
Her pulse jumped. "This isn’t funny."
"Did I laugh?"
She stared at him, breathing shallow. Her disguise was slipping—the coat hanging open, the dress beneath clinging to every sharp breath.
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere private. Safer than throwing you back into a crowd of fanboys and stalkers."
"Stop the van."
He did not.
"You can either calm down," he said, voice deep and easy, "or I open the doors and let you run."
She blinked. "You’re bluffing."
"Am I? Go on. Picture the headlines: 'Yujin in panic, chased by fans, no security in sight.' Or..."
His hand tapped the dash, right near the lens of a small camera.
"...we strike a deal."
Her voice dropped. "A deal?"
"You stay. You relax. And you let me enjoy the reward of saving your pretty little ass. Or I stop, unlock the door, and the wolves eat you alive."
Her throat worked. "This is blackmail."
"Only if you say no."
Silence. Her chest rose and fell. She looked at him, really looked. Broad hands. Thick wrists. That dangerous stillness.
"You have protection?"
He glanced at her through the mirror. "Yeah. But I won't use it."
Her lips parted, caught between protest and breath. "You're serious?"
"Dead serious. You want safety, princess, you give me all of you. Raw. Or I open that door right now."
She leaned back against the seat, heart pounding. Her sunglasses came off. Her voice dropped to a whisper—but her hands trembled in her lap, and her legs pressed tight together beneath the coat.
"I don't want this," she said, barely audible. "But I don't have a choice, do I?"
He smiled, slow and dark. "That's right."
She closed her eyes, fighting the quake in her limbs. "Then stop somewhere no one sees."
He didn't reply. Just turned the wheel and disappeared into the shadows.
The van rolled to a slow halt in the back corner of a shadowed parking lot. Rows of dim streetlights flickered above, casting faint, broken pools of orange light. The air outside was heavy and still.
Yujin didn’t move. Her breath fogged the window beside her. She didn’t bother wiping it clear.
Marcus turned off the engine. The silence in its absence was almost violent.
He turned in his seat, letting his hand fall from the steering wheel with a slow, deliberate motion. "You know what comes next."
She didn’t answer. Her eyes stayed fixed ahead. Her hands gripped her coat like a shield.
He watched her a moment longer, then got out. The door slid open. He climbed into the back.
She could feel the space shift with his presence.
"Breathe," he said, voice low. "You’re not a victim unless you choose to be."
Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her throat was dry.
Slowly, she loosened her grip on the coat. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, skin flushed from heat and tension. Underneath, her white tank top hugged her ribs, her stomach taut and exposed. The outline of her nipple patches showed faintly beneath the thin cotton.
She didn't look at him. Her mind whispered, Just get through this. Just breathe.
Her fingers trembled as they moved to the clasp of her shorts.
Marcus didn’t stop her.
"You doing this for me or for yourself?" he asked, eyes heavy.
She whispered, "For survival."
He said nothing, only watching as she drew the zipper down. The shorts clung to her thighs like a final resistance.
Her chest rose, slow and sharp. She whispered to herself, over and over, like a fragile spell: "Stay calm. Stay calm. This doesn’t own you."
The stillness outside pressed against the windows.
Her hands stilled, resting in her lap, palms open. She met his gaze for the first time.
"Just don’t hurt me."
He reached out—slow, deliberate. His hand settled on her knee. Warm. Solid. Not soft, but steady.
She didn’t pull away.
He shifted closer, his fingers tracing up her thigh, brushing just beneath the hem of her shorts.
She swallowed. "How many girls have you done this to?"
His voice came calm. "Enough to know who breaks and who breathes."
Her eyes flicked to the roof, then closed. "Is this really necessary?"
"For me? No. For you? Absolutely."
She winced, barely. "What if I wired you money?"
"You think this is about cash?"
His hand slid higher. She tensed, breathing through her nose.
"You're trembling," he said.
"I know. I'm still here, aren't I?"
He nodded slowly, fingers pausing. "Then keep breathing."
Her voice cracked. "I'm trying."
The van's interior was thick with silence. Not peace—something heavier. Like the breath before a fall.
Yujin sat still, her coat slipping halfway down her arms, her body caught in an awkward halfway point between exposed and hidden. Her fingers curled into the fabric of her shorts. Not to fight. Just to feel something solid.
Marcus remained close but relaxed, his posture unhurried, his presence a looming certainty. He didn’t coax. Didn’t plead. He just waited, eyes steady, letting the pressure do its work.
"You know how this ends," he said. Not a question. A quiet inevitability.
She didn’t argue. What was there to argue against? He had the power—the control, the timing, the camera still silently aimed, its red light steady. She saw it now. Had probably seen it before but only now truly noticed.
Her voice was hoarse. "That recording... it’s on?"
He didn’t blink. "It is."
She breathed, slow and trembling. "You’ll use it. If I say no."
"I’ll keep it. Unless you say yes."
Silence.
"And if I say yes now, here... then it's part of the game?"
He nodded. "Your name stays out of it. Your face too. Unless you tell me otherwise."
She bit her lip. Her thoughts spun. But beneath it all, a grim calm started to form.
"You planned this."
"I gave you the door. You walked through it."
"Because I had no choice."
"You had one. You still do."
Her eyes stung. She blinked hard. "Then tell me why it doesn’t feel like it."
Marcus leaned forward slightly. Not touching. Not crowding. Just near enough to cast a shadow.
"Because this is how pressure feels before you decide what kind of person you are."
She looked away, down at her lap. Her hands were trembling.
"It’s better than being torn apart out there," she whispered.
"Exactly."
The silence stretched. Then her coat slipped off her arms entirely, pooling behind her. She didn’t move to fix it.
"If I say yes... if I agree... then this is mine too. The video, the choice."
"All yours."
She nodded slowly. Her voice barely rose above the silence. "Then yes. Record it. Just blur my face."
Marcus's mouth curled, not quite a smile. "Make it memorable... and maybe I delete it altogether."
His hand moved to her thigh. Warm. Heavy. Certain.
She flinched—but didn’t pull away.
"This will happen," she said. "Not because I want it. Because I understand it."
His voice came quiet. "That’s enough."
She exhaled, long and slow.
And didn’t say no.
The van was quiet but not still. The hum of the engine gone, the air hung tense, thick with everything unspoken.
Yujin sat motionless, the hem of her coat slipping from her lap. Her thighs stayed pressed together, her shoulders hunched, as if curling into herself might undo what she'd agreed to.
Marcus didn’t speak. He just watched her for a moment longer, then moved closer.
Her eyes darted to the red light on the dashboard—recording. Still blinking. Still watching.
"Don't overthink it," Marcus said low. "You knew this would come."
She flinched when his hand touched her leg. Not because it hurt—but because it didn’t. Because it was slow. Measured. Like he was testing her tension.
"You're still scared," he murmured.
She nodded once.
His fingers slid over her knee, brushing higher. She inhaled sharply.
"I didn’t think it would feel this real," she whispered.
"It is real. You gave the word."
"That doesn't mean I know how to feel about it."
He didn’t reply right away. His hand kept moving, warm against her skin. Higher. Testing.
Yujin's breath hitched. She clutched the edge of her coat. But she didn’t pull away.
"You don’t have to like it," he said. "You just have to remember you chose it."
Her eyes burned. A tear slid free before she could stop it.
"This is so messed up," she whispered.
"Maybe. But it’s happening. Right now. With or without guilt."
He pushed the coat aside, exposing her bare thigh fully. She shivered. Her hands stayed tight in her lap.
When he leaned down, his mouth brushed her shoulder, then lower. She tensed again.
"It’s just touch," he said, his voice calm. "Breathe."
She tried. Her throat worked around a sob she didn't let out.
His mouth reached her collarbone. Kissed. Bit.
Yujin jerked, eyes squeezed shut. Her breathing shook.
"You can still stop it," he said. "But if you stay, then stay with me."
More tears slipped free. She didn’t wipe them away.
"I hate that I said yes," she murmured.
"But you did," he replied, tone soft but firm.
He pulled her tank top higher. Her chest rose with her breath, fast and shallow. When he mouthed her breast, she gasped.
Her fingers trembled in her lap.
He slowed, his breath warm against her skin. "If you're here, be here. Don't drift. You deserve to decide this moment."
She opened her eyes. Looked at him. And for the first time, didn't look away.
She whispered, "Then let me choose it again."
He paused, the tension coiled and waiting.
Yujin took a breath. And nodded.
"Okay. Keep going. But only if I say when to stop."
He nodded once.
Then he didn’t stop.
The air between them thickened, not with desire, but understanding. Her consent was there—shaky, incomplete, but present. It came with conditions. A trade.
Marcus’s eyes locked onto hers. There was no smugness, only intent.
“You remember what I said,” he murmured.
Yujin didn’t speak. She nodded once.
“Make it memorable, and it disappears. All of it.”
She didn’t ask if he meant it. She didn’t trust him. But the red light on the dash was still blinking, and the deal was all she had.
He leaned forward, pressing his hand against the back of her neck. Not rough, but firm. Grounding. Guiding.
“You don’t have to enjoy it,” he said, low. “You just have to give it everything.”
Her pulse raced. She stayed still.
He moved first. Unfastened his belt. Unzipped. The shift in his voice followed: darker now, heavier with heat.
“On your knees, Yujin.”
She hesitated. Then moved, slow and stiff, sliding down the seat until she knelt awkwardly on the floor of the van. The carpet was rough beneath her knees.
She didn’t look at the camera. She didn’t look at him.
“Eyes on me,” he said.
Her chin lifted.
Marcus guided her hand to his waistband. Her fingers were cold, trembling. The metal buckle clinked as she worked it open, fumbling once, then finding the motion.
“This is the deal,” he said. “You want safety, you earn it. Make me remember you.”
Her breath trembled. But she nodded.
He leaned back in the seat, legs parted. Waiting.
Yujin swallowed and shifted forward. Her fingers pulled the fabric down inch by inch, exposing him to the dim cabin light. She didn’t let her eyes linger—just focused, precise, mechanical.
The first touch was hesitant. Her lips parted slowly, her hand wrapping around the base. The weight of him surprised her.
She lowered her head.
It wasn’t instinct that guided her, it was duty. Motion. Rhythm. She let him slide against her lips first, finding the shape of him. Then her mouth opened fully. She took him in.
He groaned softly—one hand lifting to her hair, not pushing, just resting.
“Good,” he murmured. “Just like that.”
She gagged lightly as he hit the back of her throat. Pulled back. Breathed.
“Don't stop now,” he said. “You’re doing better than most who’ve done this willingly.”
Yujin’s cheeks flushed. Whether from shame or oxygen or effort, she didn’t know. But she pushed forward again, slower this time.
His fingers curled tighter in her hair, guiding now. Not forcing. Steering.
She blinked, startled by the shift in control. But she didn’t resist.
He found a rhythm for her. Deeper. Slower. Then again.
“That’s it,” he said, voice husky. “Follow my pace.”
Her lips sealed tighter. She adjusted to his hand. Her breathing quickened, but she moved with him.
He hissed through his teeth. “Just like that. You’re learning, Yujin.”
She couldn’t reply. But her eyes met his again.
He nodded. “Let me use you. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She flinched. Then nodded faintly.
Her mouth moved with his guidance. Her hands braced on his thighs, keeping balance as he took more control.
“Keep going,” he growled. “Make me forget everyone else.”
And she did.
Her jaw ached. Her knees burned. But she stayed with him.
She hated it. But she owned it.
And he would remember.
Marcus's hand tightened suddenly in her hair—not with aggression, but with finality.
"Stop."
Yujin froze, mouth still parted around him, heart pounding as she slowly pulled back. Her lips were wet, chin streaked. She blinked up at him, uncertain.
"Am I doing something wrong?" Her voice came out hushed, hoarse.
He looked down, chest rising, breath heavy. "No. You’re doing everything right."
Confusion washed over her features.
He leaned forward, cupped her chin in one hand, and lifted her gaze to meet his. "You kept your end of the deal."
She swallowed, unsure where this was going. "Then why stop?"
"Because it’s time to finish it."
She stared. Her breath caught.
"We said memorable," he continued, voice low. "You want that video gone, I want all of you. No more steps. No more pretending it’s just business."
Yujin sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face stayed blank for a moment. Processing. Then she nodded once.
Slowly, she stood, climbing back into the seat beside him. Her hand found the coat she’d shrugged off earlier. She didn’t pull it on.
She met his eyes again, and this time her voice didn’t shake. "Then turn off the camera."
He didn’t move right away.
Then his mouth curved. "Then make me."
And the real deal began.
The van's interior buzzed low with silence, lit only by the streetlamp bleeding through the tinted windows.
Yujin's breath hitched. She pulled back slowly, lips wet, cheeks flushed. Her hand rose instinctively to wipe her mouth, then hovered halfway, hesitating. Her heart punched inside her chest, harder than any beat she knew how to dance to. Every inch of her trembled, but not from cold. From him. From what she knew came next.
Marcus sat still. Watching. His eyes didn’t waver. Just the slow rise of his chest, then the subtle shift in his hips. He adjusted himself with a casual motion that wasn’t casual at all.
"You did good," he said. Voice low. Rough. Like gravel sliding under velvet.
She looked up, uncertain. "Is that... all?"
He leaned forward. His hand found her thigh, bare now beneath her pushed-up skirt. Warm fingers skimming her skin like he had every right.
"The deal's not done yet," he said. "Not unless you want to walk away with that tape untouched."
Yujin froze. Her eyes darted toward the front of the van, dark and sealed. No escape. Only him. Only her. And the weight of what she'd promised without understanding the cost.
"I don't... I've never..."
"You said make it memorable," he said. His hand slid higher, patient but firm. "Let me do that. I'll lead. You just follow."
Her breath trembled. She bit her lip, nodded faintly. "Just... go slow. I don't know how."
He tugged her jacket off gently, baring her shoulders. Her tank top clung to her body, thin and trembling with her. His hands moved under it, slow and sure, lifting it inch by inch until her breasts were bare. She covered herself without thinking, arms across her chest.
Marcus caught her wrists, not rough, but absolute. "No hiding. You're already here."
"Okay," she whispered.
He pulled her into his lap. She climbed over awkwardly, legs straddling his thighs. The pressure of him underneath her made her flinch.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Exactly like this." He guided her hips, his size undeniable between them.
Her core pressed against him. There was no fabric in the way now. He was already bare from the waist down, heavy and slick from her mouth, thick and impossible between her thighs.
He kissed along her collarbone, slow and steady. Her breath caught. "That’s... sensitive."
"Then I’ll stay there."
His mouth explored her skin while his hands learned her body, sliding down her back to the curve of her ass. He shifted beneath her, lifting her just enough. No zippers. No buttons. Just him, already hard, already exposed.
Yujin looked down. Her breath stuttered. He was massive. Wide. Darker than her hand where she touched him. She'd never seen one in person. Never imagined it this big.
She swallowed hard. "I don't know if I can... fit that."
"You can," he said. "You’re wet enough for me."
He slid her panties aside, fingers stroking her slit, parting her slowly. She was wet, but she hadn’t meant to be. Her body moved ahead of her thoughts, betraying her.
He pressed the tip of him to her entrance. No pause. No coaxing.
She winced hard as he forced the thick head inside. Her eyes flew wide. Her jaw dropped.
"Ah—oh my God—it doesn't fit… it’s too big—"
He grunted low, pushing deeper. Her body fought it, stretched impossibly around him.
"Tight little thing," he muttered, breath harsh. "You feel that? That stretch? That’s all you. Gripping me like you hate it."
She clawed at his arms. It burned. Her insides rebelled. Her thighs twitched to close but he held her hips steady.
"It’s too much," she gasped. "Marcus, it’s too big—I can feel everything."
"Yeah, I bet you can," he said, tone almost amused. "First time and already trying to swallow it down."
He didn’t wait. Another inch. Then another. Her walls stretched wider than they were made for, nerves flaring.
She cried out again, face twisting. "It hurts. You’re... it’s too much."
He groaned, dragging her down harder onto him. "Don’t pretend this wasn’t what you wanted. You offered yourself up. And now you’re full of me. Just like you said you would."
Yujin trembled. The pressure inside her was overwhelming. It didn’t feel good. It didn’t feel natural. It felt foreign, massive, a constant stretch that wouldn’t let up.
"Look at you," he said, cocky now. "Clenching around me like you're afraid. But you took it. All of it."
He started to move. Each drag out scraped her open again. Each push back in forced her to relive the ache.
"Hurts, doesn’t it?" he whispered in her ear. "Too wide, too deep. But your body's learning. You can't help it."
She shook her head, eyes squeezed shut. But her hands still gripped him. Her breath still hitched with each thrust.
He laughed, low and pleased. "You’re shaking. And still taking every inch. Not bad for a first-timer."
Yujin bit her lip, refusing to speak. Refusing to give him the satisfaction.
He fucked into her, slow but relentless. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the van. Her body rocked with each thrust, caught and pinned in place.
"Told you I’d make it memorable," he said, voice rough and smug. "And you? You’ll remember every second this cock split you open."
She whimpered, face buried in his neck. She didn’t want to give him this. But her body had already betrayed her.
He shifted, pulling back. His hands gripped her hips tight, guiding her off him slowly. Then he leaned back, eyes dark and full of heat.
"On top," he said. "Face me. Ride it. Let me watch you take it all."
Her thighs trembled. Her breath stuttered. But she moved.
Marcus leaned back against the seat, arms sprawled, his cock rigid and gleaming in the low light. His eyes didn’t leave her face. "Come on, baby. Let me see you take it."
Yujin climbed over him hesitantly, straddling his lap. Her knees sank into the cushion, hands clinging to his shoulders. Her brows drew together.
"Take what?" she whispered. "I don't... I don't know what you mean."
He smirked, grip tightening on her hips. "Ride it. Sink down on this cock. Use those thighs and fuck yourself on me."
Confusion flickered in her eyes, but he didn’t give her time to hesitate. He lifted her by the waist, angled her over him, and let her feel the heavy length pressing at her entrance again.
She gasped, eyes wide. Her body was still sore, everything inside still protesting the stretch. "I don’t know how to... I—"
"You don’t need to know," he said, breath hot against her cheek. "Just lower yourself. Let it in."
With shaking hands, she braced against his chest and began to sink down. The head pushed inside, that same thick pressure spreading her painfully wide.
She winced, a breathless cry caught in her throat. "It’s too much. I can't move."
"You can," he said. "You're already halfway there. Look at you—tight as a fist and still opening up."
Her face twisted. Her thighs trembled with effort as she tried to lower herself further. Every inch made her feel split, like she was being reshaped around him.
"Keep going," he growled. "All the way. I want to feel every inch inside you."
She obeyed, bit by bit, until she was fully seated. Her legs quivered, her body overwhelmed.
"Now bounce," he said.
She stared at him. "I... I don't understand."
He laughed under his breath, mocking. "Lift yourself. Then drop back down. Simple. Think of it like sitting on my lap over and over—except this time, you're doing it with my cock inside you."
Tentatively, she pushed up with her legs, lifting an inch, then sank back down with a small cry. Her eyes shut tight.
"Good," he murmured. "Again."
The van’s interior had gone fever-hot. The windows fogged. Her skin slick. Sweat curled beneath her breasts and behind her knees. The only sounds were their breaths, the wet slap of skin, the soft creak of the seat beneath them.
Yujin straddled him, trembling. Her thighs ached from holding herself up, from lowering herself again and again on the thick shaft splitting her open. Pain hadn’t left her. It had merely settled into a dull burn deep in her belly. Every downward slide of her hips brought a fresh flare of it, but she kept moving because he was holding her there. Because he demanded it. Because she didn’t know what else to do.
Marcus’s hands gripped her waist, fingers firm, guiding every slow, shaking bounce. He watched her like a man watching art—savoring the tension in her face, the ragged edge of her breath, the twitch in her lip as she tried not to make a sound.
"There you go," he said, voice low, amused. "Didn’t even know what riding meant, and now look at you—working yourself like a little pro."
Her head dropped forward, black hair sticking to her damp cheeks. She didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Her chest rose fast, like she’d just run for miles, and her legs threatened to give every time she lifted off him.
"Hurts, doesn’t it?" he went on, his tone almost affectionate in its cruelty. "Still sore. Still raw. And you’re bouncing on me like it’s the only thing your body knows how to do."
She closed her eyes. Her jaw clenched. Her fingers dug into his shoulders for balance.
Then it happened.
Without warning, her body locked. A strange, unfamiliar pressure coiled low in her stomach and burst—hot, electric, primal. It rolled through her with a sharp, pulsing tremor that made her gasp.
"Ah—"
Her spine arched. Her fingers curled. Her thighs clenched tight around him.
Marcus’s breath caught. His eyes flashed. "Well damn."
Yujin froze. She wasn’t sure what just happened, only that it left her dizzy and shivering. She tried to still her hips, but they jerked again, a second tremor rippling through her like an aftershock.
"You just came?" he said, mockery thick in his voice. "From that? From riding me like a clueless little virgin?"
Her mouth opened, but no words came. Her breath stuttered in her throat. Her legs shook under her, too weak to lift anymore.
He laughed, low and rough. "Oh, you did. You fucking came."
His hands slid to her ass, grabbing hard. He rocked her down, forcing her to take him to the base again, pulling a broken sound from her lips.
"Thought it hurt? Thought you couldn’t handle it? But that sweet little pussy still soaked me, didn’t it? Didn’t even know what was happening to you."
She whimpered, clutching his shoulders, tears prickling behind her eyes.
"That’s what I like," he murmured. "You can cry if you want. But your body’s already made the decision."
He shifted beneath her, angling his hips to thrust up. She gasped again, her whole body jolting.
"You’re gonna ride again," he said. "This time until I finish inside you."
Her head shook weakly, but her body didn’t resist. Her muscles twitched, worn and pliant. She was breathing hard, helpless against him.
Marcus leaned in, mouth at her throat. "Better get used to this. This is what you agreed to. This is what you were built for."
She shivered. He moved again.
With a grunt, he began to lift her with his hands, setting a slow rhythm. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her body protested every motion. Her knees were jelly. Her hips sore. Her pussy stretched and pulsing with every thrust.
"That’s it. Feel that? Feel how full you are? That’s mine now."
He grabbed her hair, tugging her head back to look at him.
"Keep your eyes open," he ordered. "I want you looking right at me when I finish."
She blinked, lips parted, dazed.
"You came without permission," he said. "So now you’re gonna watch while I take what’s mine."
She tried to lift, to help him, but her legs failed. He laughed again.
"So weak already? You just got started. Don’t worry—I’ll keep you moving."
His grip on her waist tightened, muscles flexing as he started to thrust up into her harder, bouncing her limp frame against him. The sound of their bodies echoed inside the van.
"That’s what I want," he said between gritted teeth. "Look at this. You didn’t even know what riding meant, and now you’re dripping all over me."
She moaned, barely a breath, body jolting with every thrust.
He leaned in, his tongue dragging over the sweat at her collarbone.
"You gonna come again?"
She shook her head, biting her lip.
He thrust harder. "Don’t lie. Your body wants it. You can feel it building again, can’t you?"
She gasped. Her head fell against his.
"You don’t get to choose when it stops. I’ll tell you when it stops."
He shifted the angle, and she cried out, a sharp gasp that turned into a sob.
"Right there? Yeah, that spot. That’s where I’ll keep you until you break again."
Her nails scraped at his back, her body starting to tremble.
"No—no more—"
He grinned into her neck. "More."
He pounded up into her now, relentless. Her cries blurred with the slap of skin. Her muscles spasmed, overstimulated and raw.
Then it snapped.
Her whole body convulsed. A deeper climax, violent and shaking, ripped through her with a soundless scream.
Marcus held her down, eyes locked on her face. "That’s the one. That’s the break."
She collapsed against him, boneless, breath ragged.
He didn’t stop.
"One more," he growled. "You can give me one more."
Yujin’s thighs trembled, barely holding her upright. Her arms clung to Marcus's shoulders, fingers curled hard into his sweat-slick skin. Her body ached, overstretched and spent, yet the motion didn’t stop. He was guiding her now, hands locked at her hips, pulling her down, thrusting up into her with slow, brutal depth.
She whimpered, forehead resting against his. Her whole body felt swollen, fragile, and impossibly sensitive.
"You’ve got one more in you," Marcus growled. "I can feel it. That little pussy’s still clenching like it wants to break again."
She shook her head weakly. "I can’t... I already—"
He slammed up harder. She gasped, voice breaking.
"You will. You’re not done until I say you are."
The heat inside her reignited. She tried to resist it, but her body betrayed her again. Pressure coiled low in her belly, sharp and hot, until it snapped all at once. Her cry tore out of her, raw and shocked, as her body clamped around him in a full-body spasm.
"Fuck—" she choked.
"That’s it," Marcus groaned, voice tight. "That’s what I wanted."
She shook, barely able to breathe. Her orgasm rolled through her in violent waves, her body convulsing on top of him. And then she felt it—
Him.
With a rough thrust and a loud grunt, he drove up deep inside her and spilled. The rush of his release was thick, flooding her already-overwhelmed core.
Her eyes flew open.
"Wait—" she gasped. "You—inside?"
Marcus let out a heavy breath, holding her flush against him. "Yeah. Came right with you. Couldn’t help it."
She froze, shivering. Her body still fluttered around him, trembling from aftershocks. The feeling of him inside, filling her that completely, left her dazed.
"You didn’t even warn me."
He smirked, dragging his fingers slowly up her spine. "Didn’t need to. Your pussy was already pulling it out of me."
She tried to lift herself, but he held her in place.
"Don’t. Stay right there. Let it sink in."
Her breath came in short, uneven pants. His cock still throbbed inside her, still thick and heavy even after release.
"You came with me," she said softly, stunned.
He leaned in, mouth brushing her ear. "Damn right I did."
Yujin barely moved. Her body was still trembling, filled, used, and frozen with the weight of what had just happened. Marcus didn’t let her go. His voice stayed low, like a secret he wanted only her to hear.
"Might’ve knocked you up just now. Ever think about that?" he whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Rising pop star, accidentally pregnant by some nobody in the back of a van. That’d make headlines, wouldn’t it?"
Her breath caught. The weight of his words pressed heavier than his body ever had.
"You think your agency could clean that up? Or would they dump you the second it hit Dispatch?"
He chuckled, deep and low. "Imagine that press conference. You sitting there, silent and glowing while they scramble to explain why their next idol has a belly full of scandal."
Yujin tried to pull away, but he still held her, not hard—just enough. Enough to remind her she hadn’t moved.
"You said... you said you’d erase the video," she whispered, throat raw.
Marcus nodded, unbothered. "I will. I’m not a liar."
Only then did he let her slide off him. The stretch, the slick heat between her legs, made her wince. Her body resisted every motion. Her panties dangled from one ankle, forgotten.
Marcus tugged up his pants, slow and casual. Then, with the same hands that held her down, he pulled her jacket gently over her bare shoulders.
"Come on," he said. "I’ll get you back before someone notices you’re not tucked in bed, dreaming about debut stages."
The van started with a low growl. He pulled onto the street. The only light came from passing signs and the glow of her phone screen, untouched in her lap.
About five minutes in, she shifted, legs pressed together tightly.
"What?" he asked, glancing sideways.
She shook her head.
Marcus smirked. "Come here."
She blinked at him. "What?"
"Climb over."
She hesitated, then moved slowly across the center console. He guided her down. She knelt between the seats, hair spilling over her face.
His fly was already open. He was half-hard. Slick from both of them.
"You know what to do."
Her lips parted, unsure. But her mouth lowered. She took him in slowly, tentatively.
He exhaled hard, one hand on the wheel, the other sinking into her hair.
"That’s my girl."
The van hummed down the road, steady. She moved quietly, mouth working while he drove, the only sounds her breath and the soft wetness between them.
Just before they reached the dorm, he pulled her up gently by the hair. His cock was still glistening.
"That was sweet," he murmured. "You didn’t have to. But I’m glad you did."
They pulled up behind the trainee building. No lights. No cameras.
"Thanks for the night," he said. "You were unforgettable."
She didn’t reply.
"And the video? Gone. Like I promised."
She opened the door, legs shaky, silent.
"See you around, star."
The van door shut behind her.
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Claiming Naivety
Male OC x Eunchae
Tags: 15k, smut, first time, creampie, oral, anal, gb, tw
The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.

Eunchae was enjoying breakfast with her sister on a Saturday morning. They always made time like this to hang out. After all, they were the only family they each had. Eunchae's sister had dedicated her life to giving her all the love she could.
Eunchae, now that she was eighteen, had come to appreciate all her sister had done for her. The past year of her sister’s life was split between working and caring for her. But now that she was an adult herself and about to head to college in a few months, she hoped her sister would make time for herself again. Find new hobbies, make friends, and maybe even find a romantic relationship.
Eunchae herself hasn’t explored the romantic world either, but for different reasons. She dedicated herself to her studies as well as her love of art and music. While she may have lacked boyfriends, she made up for it with friends. In particular, she had four close friends: Eunwoo, Doyun, Chanwoo, and Minho. Her sister had teased her in the past for having four guys as best friends and predicted she would end up dating them. However, Eunchae asserted that wasn’t going to happen, proving herself correct. These guys were her friends, and no other funny business had ever occurred between them.
“Are your friends coming over tonight to hang out again?” her sister asked. Eunchae nodded. Her house was a frequent hangout spot for them. Her sister enjoyed having her friends around, too, and they often called her the ‘cool sister.’
“I’m glad to hear it. Now that you guys are adults, I can’t help but notice how handsome they are,” she said with a sly smile.
“Unnie! Gross! Those are my friends you’re talking about,” Eunchae said, shocked that her sister would comment on her friend’s appearance.
“Relax, I’m just saying. They wouldn’t be interested in me anyway. I’m older, but can you imagine...,” she said, looking off into the distance.
“No! I can’t and won’t imagine that. Can we please talk about something else,” Eunchae said in protest.
Hearing that her sister even entertained the idea of being anything resembling romantic with her friends was beyond embarrassing. She appreciated that her sister hadn’t had any contact with a man in years, but she could start by dating men her age.
However, Eunchae calmed herself down; her sister was just teasing. Even if she was interested in her friends in that way, as her sister said, she’s older than them. Eunchae even doubted how much her friends were interested in romantic encounters at the moment. None of them had girlfriends or gone on dates, as far as she knew. The five of them just wanted to have some fun.
That evening, the four guys arrived together at Eunchae’s. She had made plans for them to play a board game. “Hey guys, I got the game set up in the backroom. I even added in the bird expansion, so there are even more bird powers you can use!” Eunchae excitedly said.
But as she led them to the room where she expected them to spend the next hours playing the game, the four boys were momentarily distracted by the arrival of her sister. “Hello, boys! It’s so nice to see you all. I trust you all are staying fit as ever?” she said to them.
“We try our best, Noona,” Eunwoo said in a flirty tone that alarmed Eunchae.
“You’re looking fit yourself,” Doyun added.
“Oh, stop it, you guys. You’re going to tempt me into doing something bad...,” she said. What the hell does that mean, Eunchae thought. She started pushing her friends down the hall, away from her sister.
Eunchae said, “Come on, I need to explain to you guys how the egg-laying mechanism works in the game.”
Finally, distancing herself from her sister's odd behavior, Eunchae got to work walking them through the board game she intended for all five of them to play over the next few hours. Ten minutes later, she was in the middle of explaining how food selection works. “If the dice show the same food, you can re-roll. But that’s optional,” she said as she showed them an example.
"Wow, Noona looked amazing! Has she been hitting the gym, Eunchae?" Minho asked, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“She’s been taking walks more, I guess. Anyway, you can only take food when you do the collection action...,” she said, changing the subject back to the game before getting interrupted once more.
“She was being really friendly with us. Even flirty,” Chanwoo remarked.
“Yeah, she kept talking about how handsome you guys were earlier today. She even wondered out loud if you guys were interested in her. It was pretty embarrassing to hear. Can you imagine!” Eunchae said with a laugh. She felt bad making fun of her sister like this, but her behavior was so odd today.
“Your sister interested in us?” Doyun asked, surprised.
“That’s not what I said. She was wondering if you all were interested in her. God, I feel cringy even telling you guys about it,” Eunchae said, clarifying. “But let’s talk about how nectar is used.” However, the boys were becoming less interested in the game.
“Dude, she said we were handsome. She hasn’t been with anyone lately. Do you think we might have a shot with her?” Doyun asked the group.
Eunchae’s eyes lit up in horror. These guys were actually interested in her sister? “Whoa, guys. She’s my sister. Can we not talk about her like this?” she asked.
“We’re not teasing, Eunchae. I don’t know about the other guys, but I think your sister is a stone-cold fox. I’m sorry, but if she is attracted to me, I’m taking my shot,” Doyun said.
The other three voiced their strong agreement. “Let’s go talk to her. She might be on board for anything,” Eunwoo suggested. This prompted the four boys to stand up.
Eunchae ran to the door and blocked it. Their willingness and her sister’s flirty demeanor tonight created a bad combination. She didn’t need her friends and her sister engaging in... funny business.
“Guys, wait. I’m asking you, as your long-term friend here, please don’t go flirt with my sister,” Eunchae said, appealing to the four guys.
They all looked at each other before Doyun replied.
“To be clear, we’re not looking to flirt. Let’s stop beating around the bush here and be clear. We want to have sex with your sister, and we think we have a real shot tonight at actually making this happen.”
While Eunchae didn’t say this, she agreed with her friends. With the way her sister has been talking today, she might let her friends seduce her. Eunchae did not need to have her friends turning her sister into their fuck buddy.
“Don’t do this, guys. She’s my sister,” Eunchae said desperately.
“We’re not asking you to watch or anything, Eunchae. We’re adults now. Your sister is an adult woman—a woman with desires and the ability to give consent. I’m sorry that you are uncomfortable with the situation, but you don’t have the right to interfere if everyone involved is on board starting a sexual relationship,” Minho explained.
She understood his point, but her point was she didn’t want her sister fucking her friends.
They started crowding Eunchae, trying to get past. The second they do, there would be nothing stopping them from starting a five-way orgy with her sister. Her mind raced with thoughts of what she could say to convince them. Suddenly, a viable idea occurred to her, and she voiced it.
“How about I flash you guys my underwear?” Eunchae blurted out.
All four of them halted their attempt to leave the room, and her cheeks flushed red. She couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth. She nearly spoke up, declaring it to be a joke, but she had managed to stop them.
“Really? Or are you just fooling us?” Doyun asked skeptically.
Eunwoo was also in doubt. “You’ve never been one for showing off. You wear a t-shirt and swim trunks over your one-piece bathing suit when we go to the pool.”
“I’m... not kidding. But only a quick flash! Just so you guys will calm down, and we can play the game,” Eunchae said with a shaky voice.
The four of them backed up and watched Eunchae with interest. They seemed to expect her to flash them right then and there. Eunchae’s mind raced with panicked thoughts. She had never done anything like this, and she worried she was opening a door she could never close. Would these guys expect her to do this again in the future? Would they start to see her as more than a friend? She wasn’t sure she was ready for that.
But in the short term, she needed to do this. Their having sex with her sister would change their relationship far more than briefly seeing her underwear. As she felt her face heat up, Eunchae gripped the bottom of her sweater tightly. Closing her eyes, she quickly lifted her shirt, feeling the cooler air hit her stomach and upper body chest. She then pulled her sweater back down. They saw her bra, even if just for a second. It was done. She opened her eyes to the smiling faces of her friends, still staring at her chest, even though the underwear was now not visible.
“Okay. Let’s get back to the game,” Eunchae said in a quiet voice.
But the guys didn’t follow her back to the table. “You only showed us your bra. You still need to flash us your panties,” Minho said.
“What?” Eunchae said, turning around in shock. “I didn’t say anything about my panties. That’s asking too much, guys!”
They looked disappointed but understanding. “You don’t need to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Eunchae. We’ll come back after we’re done to start the game,” Minho said as, once again, the guys headed towards the door and into the welcoming arms of Eunchae’s sister.
“Okay, look!” Eunchae yelled as she lifted her skirt, showing the four guys her panties. They all spun around and witnessed her underwear for the first time. Only this thin fabric was between them and their female friend’s most intimate area.
Confident they had seen what they requested, she lowered the skirt back down, restoring her back into a decent state. “We need to see the back of your panties as well,” Doyun added.
“What? Why?” Eunchae asked the question even though she could guess why.
Were they really so interested in her body that they needed to see her in her panties from different angles? The guys didn’t answer, so rather than wait for them to start walking towards the door again, Eunchae rolled her eyes and turned around. Lifting her skirt yet again, the four men enjoyed yet another view of her body that no man has yet seen until today.
The flowing air she felt on her cheeks reminded her that this underwear didn’t cover as much of her as she would have liked. She let the skirt fall back into place and felt relieved this was done. She hoped her friends would agree not to speak of this embarrassing day again.
“Wow, that was pretty hot, Eunchae. I didn’t know you had an exhibitionist side to you like that,” Chanwoo replied, still thinking about his friend in this new, sexy light.
“I didn’t do it for any weird reason like that! I just did it to convince you guys not to go try and get with my sister!” Eunchae replied in protest.
“Eunchae... why would giving us a quick flash of your underwear stop us from fucking your sister? She’s going to show us a lot more than just two seconds of her panties,” Doyun pointed out. Eunchae couldn’t believe this. Had she just embarrassed herself for no reason?
“Well then, how about I strip to my underwear and stay that way for the evening,” she offered, her muscles tensing up as she thought how shameful this was going to be for her.
“I’d love that,” Minho said, taking a seat as he looked forward to a much longer view of his longtime female friend in her unmentionables. The others followed suit. Once again, the naive teenager found herself in a situation where her friends anxiously awaited her to expose her body to them.
“You guys don’t really want to see me in my underwear, do you?” she asked them with a nervous laugh. Her friends responded with enthusiastic nods as they eyed her body.
Seeing no other path forward except letting her friends seek out her horny sister, Eunchae’s shaky hands reached for the bottom of her sweater. As she pulled it up and felt her stomach get exposed, she told herself it was nothing they hadn’t already seen, albeit briefly. The sweater rose to her face, and she knew that once again, her bra, holding her ample breasts, was on display for her friends.
“Fantastic,” Eunwoo commented as she placed her top on the ground.
The young lady instinctively wanted to cover her chest, but she knew she needed to finish the job first. She turned to face her friends before starting to push her skirt down, as she didn’t want them to see her rear end. But both Doyun and Chanwoo walked behind her, making that plan null.
The skirt slid down over the cheeks of her butt as she was again reminded that these panties didn’t cover the entirety of her ass. Trying to avoid bending over, Eunchae let the skirt fall to the floor. Her task was completed, but she now faced the humiliation of playing the game all evening in this state. Her friends would be able to view almost all of her exposed body whenever they wanted. She felt like a tramp, but her sister would be free from the eager hands of these four familiar guys.
“I’ll stay like this if you guys promise not to look at me too much. Now getting back to the player boards...,” Eunchae said, desperate to get back to her instructions once again.
But as always, her friends interjected before she could continue. “Eunchae, this is really hot. But your sister is going to show us her whole body, not just tease us in her underwear,” Doyun pointed out.
“God, I can’t wait to see her tits. So big and juicy. Fuck...,” Chanwoo said while mimicking their shape with his hands.
“Stop describing my sister’s tits! Jesus! I stripped to my underwear, and you guys still aren’t satisfied. Throw me a bone here,” the young woman complained.
“I’m looking forward to throwing your sister my bone,” Minho remarked.
“Shut up!” Eunchae had never seen this side of her friends. Were they really this anxious to fuck someone? And why did that person have to be her sister? But she understood their point about seeing her sister naked, as weird as that point was to make, countering it would be insanity. She would have to show them something she hadn’t planned to reveal until she got married in her late thirties: her naked body.
“Maybe I...,” she started to say, but then lost her words. The four guys waited for her to finish her thought, but she continued to stammer.
“Maybe you what?” Chanwoo asked curiously.
“Eunchae, you don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” If she wanted to keep these guys from knowing what her sister’s naked body looked like, she did, Eunchae thought.
“Maybe I am willing to show you guys more,” she said, finally getting her words out.
After a brief pause, the boys sought clarification. “Like your boobs?” Eunwoo asked.
“And maybe your pussy too? Your sister will certainly show us hers.” Doyun pointed out.
“You should get on a table and do a strip tease!” Chanwoo added.
“And then give us lap dances like our own personal stripper!” Minho said excitedly.
When Eunchae said she was willing to show more, she meant maybe a quick flash of her chest while keeping her nipples concealed possible. But before she could say anything, her friends turned this offer into her acting as a full-on stripper who showed every inch of her body and even sat in their laps. Any compromise she offered from here would only create disappointment that would drive them into the arms and other parts of her willing sister.
“Trust me, guys. You don’t want to see me naked. It’s not worth it. I’m not that attractive,” Eunchae said, vocalizing her self-doubts.
“Are you kidding? Seeing you naked has been a dream of mine since we met. But you have never shown any interest in that kind of stuff till now,” Doyun admitted. The other three were in total agreement. Eunchae was taken aback at this admission. Her friends thought about her naked? This was such a foreign concept to Eunchae. The thought of someone seeing her as a sex object was confusing. But she shook off this strange thought. She had a choice to make. Either strip nude for her friends or send them off to fuck her sister. The choice was clear, albeit incredibly embarrassing.
“Where do you want me to do this?” she asked as her four friends’ faces lit up with the realization that this was going to happen. They led her to the game table, where they pushed game pieces aside and helped her onto the table. Standing on the table, she realized how shameful of an angle these guys were going to have on her various... parts. But she was up here now, and backing down would spell an end to her sister’s innocence.
“Do you... guys have a preference on what I... start with,” she asked them as her hands moved back and forth between her bra and panties. She couldn’t bear to decide for herself. Whatever piece she thought about removing first would send an unintended message to her friends about her confidence in that part or would indicate that she wanted them to see this first or last. Let the guys decide.
But this proved to be folly. Half of them yelled for her to show her boobs first, while the other half demanded the sight of her naked pussy. Hearing both sides argue about what part of her body they wanted to see put Eunchae into a state of extreme agitation, and she found herself pulling her panties down without even realizing what she was doing. The arguing stopped instantly as her panties landed on the top of the table, and her bald pussy was put on display for all four men. In that instant, they became the first, second, third, and fourth men ever to see this sight.
“Holy shit Eunchae, you shave?” Eunwoo asked. Eunchae’s eyes looked at her private area with horror as she hadn’t considered this when she stripped.
“Yes... But only because I think it’s more hygienic. It’s not for any weird sexual thing, I promise.” She cried out as she covered her groin with her hands. “Stop looking at it!”
The guys complained that a stripper wouldn’t hide her nudity after stripping. “Stop calling me a stripper! That’s not what’s going on, and you know it!” Eunchae was getting flustered but knew her friends were trying to get a rise out of her.
“Keep going! Let’s see everything!” Chanwoo cheered.
“Do it, do it, do it,” Eunwoo started chanting as the others joined him. Half an hour ago, Eunchae was explaining to these guys how to place cards in the board game. Now, they were uniformly calling for her to remove the last piece of clothing she had on.
As she stood there with her hands at her crotch, the boys started to move to the other side of the table to get a view of her ass.
“Where are you going. Stop!” Eunchae cried. But soon, they were on all sides of her, and she was unable to prevent them from enjoying yet another aspect of her body.
After a few minutes of posing like she needed to pee, the teenager realized she couldn’t delay things any further.
“Fine! Just... I don’t know. Just don’t be weird,” she said, standing upright and removing her hands, exposing herself once more. All four men quickly rushed to view her womanhood again. She closed her eyes, and her hands went to her back. Despite having done this tens of thousands of times, her unsteady hands struggled to unhook her bra.
“Do you need help, Eunchae?” Chanwoo asked.
“No!” She cried. Getting stripped by her friends seemed even more shameful than stripping herself for them.
Finally, to her relief, she got it unhooked. But that relief was replaced with the horror that this meant her friends would now see her ample breasts as soon as she released her grip on the garment. She peeked out of one eye and saw all four long-time friends practically drooling over her chest in anticipation. As she debated her options, her shaky hands lost their grip, and before she knew it, her bra fell off. The weight of her boobs weighed on her chest, and at that moment, her friends came to know every intimate detail about her naked body.
After the accidental strip, Eunchae was frozen in place. The four guys were equally in shock as they studied the newly revealed source of their apparent long-time lust. The silence made Eunchae ask herself increasingly worried questions. Were they so quiet because her body is weird? Did they not like what they saw? Why did she now care if her friends liked her body or not? But the following sudden response of the men threw these negative thoughts out of her head.
“Holy shit, your tits are incredible!”
“Yeah, but how about that pussy? Damn!”
“I’ve got to see that ass again.”
“So... fucking... hot.”
All four of them simultaneously voiced their admiration for her body.
Eunchae became conflicted. Showing herself off like this was embarrassing, and she wished to get dressed again. But these compliments gave her feelings of warmth and pride—something she hadn’t felt before.
“I call first lap dance!” Chanwoo called out, breaking up the moment of self-discovery Eunchae was having.
“What? Lap dance? I’m not...,” she said, turning rapidly towards him. With her tits now free of the confines of clothing, they jiggled considerably. A fact that the guys noticed.
“You said you were going to be our stripper. Strippers give lap dances...” Chanwoo said as if the lap dance had already been agreed upon previously.
“I have been adamant that I am not your stripper. And it was your idea that I give lap dances. I never said I would!” Eunchae cried out. Her friends kept pushing the boundaries of this friendship at a quickening pace.
“That’s okay then. Thanks for letting us see your naked body, though. I can’t believe we are going to see you and your sister both naked on the same night,” Doyun said as he followed the others toward the door.
Eunchae was astounded at this. She had stripped fully naked for these guys, something she had never done before. And even with all that, they still wanted to seek out the sexual attention of her sister.
“Wait! I didn’t say I wasn’t willing to give lap dances,” she said, stopping her friends once again.
“Each of us can get one from you?” Eunwoo asked, seeking clarity.
The idea of rubbing her body against one of them was odd enough, but all four?
“Yeah...,” she said meekly.
Chanwoo moved a chair into the middle of the room, and one of the guys started playing music that was appropriate for a lap dance. Eunchae stood several feet away from her friend, still fully naked. A fact that she still couldn’t believe was true. She had never done anything like this, so she thought back to the various movies she had seen where the actresses gave someone a lap dance. Slowly, she started swaying her hips back and forth, which prompted loud cheers from the guys. Chanwoo’s eyes were locked on her tits which jiggled considerably even with Eunchae’s small movements.
“Come closer, Eunchae. Stand over my lap while you do that,” he said, waving her over. She tip-toed over slowly, hoping to keep as much distance as possible from her horny friend while she was in this nude state. Still, he beckoned her to continue until her tits were mere inches away from his face.
“Isn’t this a bit too close?” Eunchae asked.
“It’s a lap dance. You’re supposed to be as close as possible. Your sister would understand that,” Chanwoo said. Why would her sister know that, Eunchae wondered as her hip movements started up again. Her male friend was now close enough to see every detail of her tits. Weirder still was that he needed to lean his face in only a few inches to make contact with her chest. That thought got the inexperienced girl’s heart thumping.
Feeling emboldened by the erotic sight, Chanwoo reached out and put his hands on Eunchae’s bare hips.
“Chanwoo... what are you doing...,” Eunchae nervously asked him.
“It’s just your hips,” he replied.
The young man’s eyes diverted from her ample chest to her womanhood. In this embarrassing position, her pussy was situated just above his crotch. True, his parts were contained within his pants, but it was still in proximity to her very exposed parts. Her eyes were also drawn to an area in his pants that bulged out. She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know that was. The sight of her nude body had given her friend, likely all of her friends, an erection. A response before today, she wasn’t sure anyone had ever prompted her body. As she stared, she became curious to see more, but shook that thought out of her head. All this time, Chanwoo continued to watch Eunchae’s pussy.
“Turn around. Let’s see that naked ass shake,” he said. Eunchae did as he asked, but she took note of the change in dynamic. Her friends weren’t asking her. They were now telling her what to do. She truly was their own personal stripper now. But again, she remembered why she was doing this. If not, her sister would be in this exact position now. Her nude body being drooled over by her friends, or worse.
After watching her cheeks shake back and forth for a few minutes, her friend had another command. “Bend over. All the way.”
Eunchae looked back at him with a scared look. “Bend over? But you’ll see... Do you really need to see me in such a state?” She asked. Chanwoo shrugged, but if she protested, he would probably bring up her sister again and her willingness to do almost anything. A fact she wasn’t sure was true, but rather not tested. Eunchae bent over, holding onto her friend’s knees for support. The flow of cold air on the newly exposed area told her what this position was doing. Chanwoo was getting a close-up view of her pussy from behind. Rustling sounds behind her also told her that the other three friends had joined him in enjoying this view. Every second in this state was humiliating, and it would take another four minutes before she was told she could stand up.
“My turn,” Minho announced, taking the seat that Chanwoo had just been in. Eunchae was being passed around from friend to friend like they all wanted a turn lusting over her. It made her feel used but wanted. Her mind was a storm of conflicting feelings. For now, she obeyed the lusty commands of her friends. All the while telling herself every sexual gaze or embarrassing pose, she did was one less than her sister would do later.
Minho had her sit on his lap, her back resting against his front.
“Don’t just sit there, move that butt into me. It’s a lap dance, after all,” he explained.
As her bare ass slid back and forth on his crotch, the feeling of his erect dick became unquestionably noticeable. While she had seen Chanwoo’s contained in his pants, with Minho, she was feeling with him. With her own ass, no less. Why was it that he felt no shame in getting felt up like this while she felt like she was being used? Where did this power dynamic arise from? But she did admit feeling his dick rest between her butt checks was an erotic and naughty sensation. But feelings that were overwhelmed by the shame she felt for acting in such a way.
“Turn around and face me. I want to see your tits as I feel you grind into my crotch,” he said with confidence. She turned around and sat on him while facing him.

“Would it kill you to say please? I’m still your friend, guys,” Eunchae complained as she started up lap grinding on him again.
“Please shake your tits in my face while your ass rubs against my dick,” Minho said.
Eunchae gave him an angry look, and he started laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! That was a joke. You’re right. I’m getting carried away. We’re just having fun.” Despite the apology, though, he didn’t pull back on his expectation that she continues to stimulate him with her nude ass.
As Minho sat there with her tits swaying close to his face, he placed his hands on her lower back. Slowly, they moved south until they rested just above the start of her cheeks. “Where are your hands going there, Minho?” the naked teenager asked her aroused friend.
“I was thinking about getting some hand full of your ass. Or should I hold off and wait until I get my hands on your sister’s?” He asked.
Eunchae was well aware that they were using her over-protective attitude toward her sister to get her to agree to more sexual things. But they seemed genuine in their desire to get with her sister, so she had to play along. Even if it meant her ass would now be open to the groping of a guy she had trusted for so long. “If you have to...,” she muttered.
Within the instant she said that his hands went straight to her ass and squeezed, prompting her to yelp out of surprise. He felt them in every way possible and manipulated them in all directions. Her other three friends sat behind her and witnessed this occur. The weirdest was when he would push her cheeks apart.
“Stop doing that, Minho!” Eunchae complained, feeling him push them apart yet again.
“Why?” He asked.
“Because you’re showing...,” she started to say while trying to motion back subtly to her friends.
“If you’re worried his massaging of your ass is revealing your asshole to us, then so that you know, it is. We’ve seen it extensively now,” Eunwoo commented from behind her. Fantastic, Eunchae thought to herself. God forbid that her friends don’t see every square inch of her body.
Five minutes later and Minho had memorized how every nook and cranny of Eunchae’s ass felt. He then relented to give Eunwoo a turn at pushing Eunchae’s sexual boundaries. Eunwoo had her take the same position on him and wasted no time getting his own hands on her ample ass. Eunchae was now assuming all four of them were going to end up groping her naked ass. In fact, the whole rest of the night might consist of her cheeks getting felt up while stimulating her friends with a lap dance consisting mainly of crotch grinding. But this would be fine. She could handle this and waste away the night with this activity. Her sister would fall asleep in a few hours, free from the hands of her eager friends. What this meant for the future of Eunchae’s relationship with them was worrying. She doubted they would call this a one-time thing. More worrying was that Eunchae didn’t hate that idea.
While Eunwoo was enjoying the feeling of his friend’s behind, his eyes grew hungry for another part of her. “Lean in, Eunchae. I need to get my mouth all over those tits,” he said as his tongue dropped out of his mouth in anticipation.
“My... chest?” Eunchae said as she watched his tongue position itself inches from her nipples. Wasn’t seeing them enough? Wasn’t feeling her butt enough? Was anything enough for these guys? Why were her friends so horny for her and her sister?
“If you think you really need to in order to keep satisfied... okay,” the lap-dancing teen said while looking away.
The feeling of a warm, moist tongue rubbing all over her sensitive nipples made the young woman moan out involuntarily. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her other friends grow excited by her moan. Eunchae herself was surprised by this. Even more surprising was how continued stimulation of her breasts by his tongue garnered a continuous reaction from her.
Small jolts of pleasure shot out of her chest with each manipulation of her nipples with his mouth. When he took the entirety of one of them in his mouth, she again loudly moaned, and this confirmed to her male friend that she was enjoying the experience, much to her shame. His mouth was relentless, and she found herself grinding into his crotch just a bit harder and faster. Her tits grew warm while the tenderness in them reached levels that were causing the inexperienced teen to writhe on top of her friend.
Eunwoo continued to be bold and brought his hands to grope her chest next. Eunchae voiced no opposition to this and welcomed it. The feeling of his fingers pinching her nipples acted to relieve the building pleasure in her chest that was driving her crazy. The manipulation of her tits by his hands spread this pleasure throughout her body. She was grinding hard into his lap and breathing heavily as her mouth stayed agape. The view of the shy, embarrassed girl was replaced with one experiencing pleasure and actively leaning into those feelings.
It was only when Eunwoo commented, “Damn, you’re horny,” that Eunchae was knocked back to her usual self. She became very aware of her moans and how welcoming she had been of her friend’s touch on her naked body. She looked at him with wide, shocked eyes.
Not knowing what else to do, she suggested, “Maybe we give Doyun a turn.”
Eunchae stood up off Eunwoo, her whole body shivering a bit from the impact of having her breasts sexually stimulated. The last of her friends not to get their lap dance yet was Doyun, who sat on the chair with a smile indicating he had a plan in store for the now-flustered teen. “Sit on my lap, facing away from me. If you enjoyed what Eunwoo did to you, you’re going to love what I have in store.”
Eunchae didn’t know how to react to this. Why did Doyun need to do anything to her? Wasn’t this about their pleasure? But she was enamoured with curiosity and wondered if he could give her the same rush of joy that Eunwoo had. She took a seat on him just as he had asked.
Just like with her previous two friends, the erection contained in his pants was readily apparent as she felt it on her ass. She suspected that Chanwoo, the final friend, would soon give her the opportunity to feel his penis as well. “Just relax and lean back against me,” Doyun said in a calming voice.
His hands started at her sides. While far from an intimate location, Eunchae was so unused to male contact that even having his hands on the bare skin of her side felt intense. As she leaned back, he nestled his face on her neck and started lightly kissing it as his hands moved up and down her sides from her hips to the sides of her bosoms. Her legs squirmed as the feeling of his lips on her neck was divine. It also made her appreciate that men had seen her naked and felt so many areas of her body, but she had still never kissed a man. That realization made her feel whorish, but as Doyun’s hands migrated to become the second man in the last half hour to grope her naked tits, she didn’t care anymore.
“Aahhhh,” Eunchae moaned out as her tits, neck, and most intimate areas tingled with pleasure she never knew her body could feel. Her reasons for doing this were long forgotten. All she knew was she didn’t want this to stop. And Doyun didn’t stop as the next minutes consisted of nothing but her tits getting worked over by the strong hands of her friend while she squired on the shaft of his cock. A cock that consumed her thoughts. It was ever so tempting to suggest possible next steps, not caring that she had an audience. But only Doyun knew where things were going to end up between them.
As Eunchae’s mind was adrift in lust, she failed to notice the downward movement of her close friend’s hands. Soon, his fingers made contact with the area that even her own hands rarely touched. The nude girl shot up as she felt two fingers run along the length of her labia. “Oh fuck!” She yelled out. Coming back to reality fast, she looked down to confirm where her friend’s hands had shifted. She grabbed them and held them in place to prevent further stimulation of that area.
“Whoa there. I think that’s taking things too far. I’m letting you grope my chest extensively. Why do you need to touch me there?”
“You have a beautiful body, Eunchae. Your face, chest, butt, and your pussy as well. Why wouldn’t we want to touch you there, too?” He asked.
“Thanks... but touching me there provokes... feelings. I’m not ready for intensity like that,” the still-panting woman admitted.
“Are you sure you aren’t ready? You were plenty wet from what I could feel.”
“No! I... it was... no!” Eunchae said, not liking that this detail was spoken out loud. “I’m not ready!”
Doyun moved his hands away from the groin of his friend. “I understand. That was asking too much of you. You should probably get off me then,” he said.
Eunchae was cautious of this. “Why? I didn’t say you had to stop feeling my other areas.”
“And those areas are fun. But I’m ready for more, and if you don’t want to progress, then we are going to...,” but Eunchae finished his thought.
“My sister. I got it... Actually, I am ready for you to touch my... private area,” Eunchae said.
“Are you sure?” Doyun questioned. Eunchae didn’t answer with words but grabbed his hands and brought them back to her pussy, all while opening up her legs.
Doyun resumed rubbing two fingers along her labia, but just ever so lightly. Still, Eunchae let out a moan that she worried would echo all the way to her sister’s room. Her friend repeated this motion again, then again, and settled into a steady pace of finger stimulation. As Doyun pointed out, Eunchae provided a lot of lubrication. Ever since she started getting touched by Chanwoo, this had been occurring, much to her embarrassment. But there was no hiding that from Doyun.
The build-up of pleasure that had been driving the teenager mad from just the chest groping. But with her stimulation now vaginal in nature, this build-up felt more intense. Something was happening in her, and with what her friend’s fingers were doing, it was happening fast. During a downward motion along her vaginal lips, one of Doyun’s fingers did a sudden turn and penetrated her slightly. This sent a rush through her legs that caused them to spasm. He repeated this maneuver and got the same reaction from the young woman. His finger went deeper and longer each time and was joined by a neighboring finger. Eunchae’s reaction only grew, and soon her muscles all over her body tensed up from this new feeling of having someone inside her pussy.
Eunchae’s hands had a death grip on the chair that supported them. She continued to writhe on her friend, grinding her ass uncontrollably into his dick still contained in his pants. The relentless finger assault on her pussy sent pulse after pulse of pleasure through her body. These pulses grew more intense with less time between them. Soon, the pleasure was constant, and she lost awareness of the world around her. The ecstasy grew to new levels, and Eunchae wondered if relief would ever be found. Her mind was filled with perverse thoughts, and she thought about all of the unspeakable things she could do with the cock that she felt between her ass cheeks.
Finally, the dam burst open, and her body, from her spine to her toes, convulsed in pleasure. Her concern about her sister possibly hearing her was long forgotten, and she wailed out in beautiful agony. As the orgasm relented its hold on her, she collapsed onto her friend, who grabbed her to prevent her body from sliding off. Eunchae had experienced something she didn’t know was possible.
She also didn’t know how long she had been on top of him as her friends watched her bare chest heave up and down. As her breath got under control, she turned her head and was face to face with the guy who had given her this sexual glee. She put her lips together and contacted his, an event that proved to be her first kiss. She reflected on how embarrassing this was later, having been given an orgasm by a guy before kissing them. A situation that would soon be repeated.
After sharing a few more kisses, they looked into each other’s eyes with bliss until Doyun asked, “Blowjob?”
Hearing such a brazen request caused Eunchae to shoot to her feet and off the lap of her friend. However, her legs were in no state to hold her weight, and she fell on her ass, putting her in a spread-legged pose that her friends enjoyed seeing. The nude girl wasn’t concerned with her body being exposed at the moment, though.
“A blowjob? What? From me?” She asked in her post-orgasm-confused state. She worried that while getting fingered earlier, when she imagined herself doing just such an act, she may have unknowingly vocalized a desire to take on such a task. But that wasn’t the case. This was simply a guy wanting to experience a blowjob from his increasingly sexually active female friend.
“Or your sister. Man, can you guys imagine her luscious lips wrapped around your...”
“Stop. Stop. You guys are trying to convince me to blow you by saying you’re going to seek oral from my sister otherwise. Seriously. Can you just agree not to seek out sexual acts from my sister? Is that too big of an ask,” Eunchae pleaded while on the floor with an exposed, shimmering pussy.
The four guys looked at each other. “Eunchae, we understand that you aren’t that interested in sex, events that occurred just five minutes ago notwithstanding. But we are. If your sister is willing to engage in blowjobs with all four of us. That’s her business. I’m sorry you feel that we are trying to manipulate you into doing anything. We aren’t. But we also aren’t going to turn down anything you are offering,” Minho said in a well-meaning tone.
As Eunchae thought about what her friend had just said, she began to accept the reality. She had done some embarrassing things, but there was no need to go further. Her sister was a woman, and these guys were men. Everyone was of legal age, and no cheating would occur. She wouldn’t get in the way of whatever it was they wanted to do with each other.
But then her mind visualized her sister being surrounded by the four cocks of her friends as she went back and forth sucking on them all. Her friends groped her naked body just as they had Eunchae’s, giving her sister the same feelings of uncontrollable lust. Eventually, they unload the contents of their cocks in her mouth and on her. From there, they progress to even more sensual activities. No! Eunchae couldn’t accept such an event occurring. And it was in her power to stop it.
“Get your dick out. I’ll suck it,” she said with her voice cracking. Doyun stood up, looking like he, well, looking like he just had his long-term female friend, whom he had long been attracted to, offer to blow him. Eunchae, meanwhile, was coming to terms with the many new sensations she was about to experience, all centered around the penis of her trusted friend.
With Eunchae on the floor, Doyun stood on the ground next to her. “How about you get my dick out. That will be fun,” he suggested. Not knowing how to argue otherwise, the nude teenage girl brought her shaky hands to the belt of Doyun. She fumbled with it for a while but got it loose, bringing her ever closer to the object of her soon-to-be oral fixation.
As she reached for the zipper of his pants, her hand slid by the bulge in his pants where his cock lay, sending a shiver up her arm. But she knew that in no time, she would be doing more than just glancing at his shaft. The zipper came down, and she unbuttoned his jeans, leaving a thin layer of cloth between her and his manhood. She could have easily pulled down his boxers, but took the opportunity to delay the appearance of his manly feature a few more seconds.
Released from the confines of his pants, his erection became much more noticeable, giving Eunchae a clearer idea of its size and shape. Seeing her pause and stare, Doyun checked in with her soon-to-be friend/lover. “Everything okay, Eunchae?”
His words almost startled the young woman, and she stammered in response. “What? Oh yeah. Everything is good. Just looking at... I mean, not looking at. But your penis is. Your dick looks good. I mean, no. No, not no... I’m going to shut up and take off your boxers.”
As she dwelled on the embarrassing word salad she just said in reference to her friend’s cock, she pulled down the boxers and, looking up, was taken aback at the sight of her first in-person penis. A very erect one at that, thanks to her efforts earlier. “Fuck...,” she said as her mouth when agape at its sight. It was huge, or at least she thought it was. The idea of fitting into... certain orifices of hers was intimidating, and she was thankful that wasn’t what she was preparing for.
But what she was committed to required her to do more than gawk at it, although she was enjoying her viewing of it. This raised questions, though, that Eunchae realized she needed to answer. How the fuck do you give a blowjob. She knew the obvious parts. You put the penis in your mouth. But was that all there was to it? Was she about to embarrass herself by giving the world’s worst blowjob, all while her friends watched? While giving it to a friend...
She reached up and gently took hold of the base of the shaft with her hand. She was doing it. She was actually holding a real dick in her hand. It was... fleshy. An obvious observation, but it was the best way she felt to describe it. It was firm but pleasantly smooth. She ran her hand up and down it a bit just to get a feel for it, and Doyun reacted positively to this. “God, that feels good. Your hands are so soft on my dick Eunchae,” he said, smiling. The naive girl was surprised at this. Was she actually giving her friend some sexual pleasure? Even with that small amount of effort?
This emboldened the nude teenager currently on her knees. Doyun didn’t ask for a handjob. He asked for a blowjob. So, there was no point in delaying things. Eunchae was going to take a dick into her mouth. She metaphorically dove in and took as much of his length into her as she could without risking ganging. Her lips then wrapped around his shaft, and she slowly pulled away from him, feeling his smooth skin glide along her.
“Fuck...,” Doyun groaned, voicing his approval of her first foray into getting face fucked. Eunchae considered it official that she had now lost her mouth virginity, if that could be considered a thing.
She started repeating this movement, driving the portion of his dick that fit in and out of her mouth, all while using her lips to massage all sides of the cock. After getting used to this, she decided to introduce her tongue to her friend’s dick. As she thrusted his dick once again into her mouth, her tongue swiped a quick lick in. Her taste buds were soon flooded with the taste of the pre-cum leaking out of him. It was an enjoyable salty sensation. But tasting this fluid reminded her of another component, which was Doyun’s sperm. While it was a small amount, for now, the idea of having her close friend’s sperm inside her was intimidating. In the right place, those little swimmers could cause her a lot of trouble. But her mouth was safe, and all the sperm Doyun could supply in this orifice wouldn’t get her pregnant. Despite her extreme nervousness in engaging in such an act, Eunchae admitted to herself that she was enjoying the experience, which was good as she had three friends likely eager for their turns.
As she got more creative with her tongue’s role in the blowjob, Doyun took hold of her head with his hands and started directing her to move faster and deeper. Soon her lips were running rapidly over the cock, and Doyun was breathing hard. Just as the young Eunchae wondered how much longer this might go on, her mouth became flooded with a warm liquid that overwhelmed her taste buds with the previous subtle flavor of his pre-cum. Eunchae had successfully made her friend orgasm, with her mouth no less. Thus returning the orgasm he had given her just earlier.
She pulled away from him, releasing his dick from her mouth. She briefly looked around as her mouth contained billions of his sperm until she finally swallowed, not knowing what else she could do. “Fan-fucking-tastic Eunchae,” Doyun said, needing to take a seat in the chair previously used for lap dances.
“Thanks. I guess,” the teenager said after having her blowjob skills complimented. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be good at this or not, but for now, she was glad the job was done. For one of these guys, at least.
She looked over at her other three friends in a different light than she had in the past. At this moment, they represented dicks that she needed to make cum.
“So... am I blowing one of you guys next?” Eunchae asked in maybe the most embarrassing question of her life.
“I’ll take a boobjob,” Eunwoo announced, standing up. A boobjob? Was there a menu of options that Eunchae was offering that she wasn’t aware of? Was her job tonight to fulfill all of their sexual requests? Still, considering she just took a dick in the mouth, it seemed to her that pleasuring one with your chest was a lesser ask.
“How do we do this?” she asked. Eunwoo was already pulling down his boxers when she asked, revealing the second cock of the day for the inexperienced 18-year-old girl with a stomach full of her friend’s cum. He laid on the floor as his cock awaited two large tits to surround it. This second dick looked no less large than the last one. And no less alluring either, Eunchae thought in the back of her mind. She was a bit excited to feel it.
She got on her knees and leaned over the fleshy staff. “Do I just rub my chest over it like this?” She asked as she positioned the dick between her ample tits. The idea that her body was ideal for such an activity was too much for her to accept.
Eunchae pushed her boobs inward together, compressing them around the dick, and started moving herself up and down the shaft of her friend. This was another first she had given up tonight, although she was certain ‘boob virginity’ was not a thing. She was almost able to surround the perimeter of his manhood completely. The feeling of having this male feature between her chest was odd—a combination of naughty and shameful. Two hours ago, if her friends had asked her to wear something that showed a bit of cleavage, she would have denied them and run off in total embarrassment at even being asked such a thing. Now she was fully naked and currently trying to induce her friend to cum by stimulating him with her tits. Eunchae was worried about what might happen in the next two hours.
Pre-cum from Eunwoo soon coated her bosom. Again, she thought about her friend’s sperm and how another part of her body was being introduced to it. Another safe area, but not headed in the direction she liked.
“Lie on your back,” he said as Eunwoo was looking to switch things around. Being requested to lie on your back fully naked by your friend, currently sporting an exposed erection, worried Eunchae, but she complied. Surely, he wasn’t taking things to that level. Once she was horizontal on her back, the eager male straddled her over her stomach and plopped down his cock between her chest. He then used his own hands to squeeze her tits together and resume the tit job. In control now, Eunwoo was much more vigorous with pumping his cock between her tits. In addition, having both his hands squeezing her tits while a dick used them for pleasure was having an erotic impact on the young lady.
Just as Doyun and Eunwoo gave her tit-stimulated pleasure during the lap dance, this boob job was proving no different. As she saw a dick thrust towards her face repeatedly, Eunchae began to squirm from the barrage of pleasure her chest was feeling. One orgasm was shameful enough to have in front of her friends, but a second one? Especially one derived from such an act would be too much to bear. But the possibility of such a thing happening disappeared as Eunwoo pulled himself out from between her tits. But she then appreciated that he hadn’t finished and wondered if maybe he didn’t plan to. But then the feeling of warm liquid spraying onto her chest brought her up to date with her friend’s plan. He was cumming directly onto his chest. The sight of a dick cumming was breath-taking to the inexperienced teenager. It shot out with force in multiple bursts. Each pump that hit her made her gasp as she appreciated what this liquid was and how erotic this act was. The smell of the cum hit her, and she found it invigorating and wanting more of it. If not on her chest, then other areas...
The last of his seed dripped out onto her, and Eunchae knew she had finished pleasing yet another friend. But two more remained. “I should go clean up,” she said, sitting up.
“No! Keep it on your chest,” Chanwoo said, with Minho nearby, shaking his head in agreement.
“What? But...,” Eunchae started to argue but quickly relented. If this is what they wanted, fine. She didn’t need to hear about how her sister would happily wear their cum with pride.
Having regained her strength from her orgasm earlier, Eunchae stood up. While wearing the cum of Eunwoo on her tits, she asked Chanwoo and Minho, “So what do you guys want to do?” Eunchae regretted her language as she was starting to sound like she was making herself free to be used for their sexual pleasure. Although, isn’t that what she was doing?
“Get on your knees,” Minho said. Figuring that meant he was volunteering to be next and wanted to feel her lips on his cock, she complied.

However, both men approached her while starting to unzip their pants. “Wait. Who am I blowing?” Eunchae asked as she watched both guys’ pants fall to the floor.
“Both,” Chanwoo said as he pulled his cock out, followed by Minho revealing his.
Eunchae understood. Earlier, she had visualized almost this exact scenario, albeit with her sister doing this instead of her. With the amount of cocks she had handled doubling, the nude teenager took hold of each shaft in either hand and started stroking them. They felt remarkably similar to Doyun’s. From here on, anytime she hung out with her friends, she would know the size, texture, and in most cases, taste of their cocks. Even in the most innocent of interactions, that knowledge would pop into her head in addition to images of the many acts she was partaking in tonight with them.
While she had two hands that were up to the task of jacking off her friends, she had but a single mouth. Eunchae elected to have Chanwoo become the second dick to penetrate her mouth. As her lips rolled over the bare skin of his manhood and her tongue teased his tip, she came to appreciate his cock had a different taste than her previous oral partner. His, likely from the healthy amount of pre-cum, had a bit more of a metallic taste. That made her curious about what Minho tasted like, and she switched her mouth over to his and found it to have more of the salty taste that Doyun shared. She wondered then about the only cock in the room she hadn’t sucked on, Eunwoo’s. But she realized this was embarrassing to consider. She would not ask to give her friend a blowjob just to compare his taste to the others.
Over the next five minutes, Eunchae worked the two cocks with her hand while giving them oral pleasure as equally as she could. “God, I’m getting close,” Chanwoo moaned.
“Me too. Your mouth is heaven, Eunchae,” Minho said.
“Okay, so where do you want to...,” the teen asked before her question was thoroughly answered. Cum out of both dicks sprayed onto her face.
“Don’t stop your hands,” Minho commanded as cum continued to splatter over the surprised face of Eunchae. As the last of it hit her, the boys again complimented her ability to get them to cum, saying she had a talent. A talent that the cum covered friend wasn’t sure she welcomed.
But Eunchae breathed easily, knowing that her friends were sexually satisfied and her sister was free of the horny hands and cum of her friends. “Now that everyone has been... serviced? Can we get back to the game now?” She asked as she looked towards the table. She expected they would want her to play naked and keep her cum coating on. That was fine, and the smell of cum continued to intoxicate her. But the guys didn’t give her the immediate confirmation of that plan.
“Eunchae. I think you’re underestimating the sexual appetite of men,” Doyun said. She turned to face him and was met with her still-naked friend, sporting another erection.
“You’re kidding me...,” she said as she remembered taking his cum into her mouth just half an hour ago.
“What can I say. I’m enjoying the view,” Doyun said, looking over his friend’s seeded body.
“Okay, fine. I guess I’m blowing you guys more,” Eunchae said as she took one last longing look at her board game that remained unplayed. Although she didn’t resent the idea of four men focusing their sexual lust on her again.
“Your blowjob was, well, orgasmic, Eunchae. But we’re looking for the real deal now. Something I don’t think you are willing to do. So you sit tight here, and we’re going to go hang out with your sister for a bit,” Minho said.
“You mean you’re going to go fuck her,” Eunchae said, thinking that now that she was covered in cum, the time to stop glossing over what people really meant has passed.
“Yes, we want to have sex with your sister.”
The four men got up, not bothering to put their clothes on. Eunchae wondered if they were really going to solicit sex from her sister while naked like this? But as she thought about it, the sight of four naked and erect boys outside of her bedroom might make her sister all the easier to convince her sister to engage in sex. Eunchae had an obvious path to avoid this. Offer her own body in place of her sister’s. But that would mean giving up her big V-card. Her real virginity. She couldn’t get that back. But did she really care about holding on to it? She had just engaged in a five-way blowjob orgy. Was claiming technical innocence worth knowing her friends would soon fill her sister’s willing womb with their cum?
Once again, she stopped them right as they started leaving the room.
“Wait...,” the nervous virgin said.
Her four naked guy friends turned around. “Yes?” Chanwoo asked.
Eunchae paused and couldn’t get the words out. “You know what I’m going to say. Don’t make me actually say it,” she said in a shaky voice.
“I need to hear you say it,” Chanwoo said to the nods of the others.
“Y—you... you can fuck me,” she muttered.
“Aren’t you a virgin?” Eunwoo asked, speculating on the sexual experience of his friend.
“Yeah... but we got to start sometime, right?” The four nudes looked at each other.
“I don’t know if you really want to do this, Eunchae. Maybe you should just let us get with your sister and save yourself for a future boyfriend,” Doyun mentioned.
“I know we’ve done a lot of stuff tonight, but I agree. I don’t think this is something you really want,” Chanwoo added. Eunchae was getting frustrated hearing this. She wasn’t drunk, being blackmailed, or anything else. She is giving her consent, and these big dick jerks are still doubting her intentions. She needed to be extra clear.
“I’m telling you that I want to feel your cock inside my pussy! Fuck me now and fuck me hard, you jerk!” She yelled out.
Eunchae felt her pride sink to a new low, but it had the intended effect. “Okay, Eunchae, chill. We will have sex with you. But which of us do you want to have sex with first?” Eunwoo asked, holding his hands up to calm down the eager teenage girl.
“Why do I have to choose?” Eunchae protested.
“Because usually girls choose who they lose their virginity to,” Chanwoo said. The nude girl couldn’t argue with that, but by what logic could she even pick? Whoever she chooses would probably send an unintended message that she felt that one was more attractive or appealing to her. Up until an hour ago, when she started feeling their dicks, Eunchae never saw these guys in that light.
Her eyes were drawn to their dicks which were all now erect. She swore they looked even bigger and had trouble believing they would fit inside her. Not that she had ever explored fitting things in that part of her. But she realized she had been checking out their cock for a while and turned around in embarrassment.
Picking them based on their size would be the last thing she would want to do. It’s not like they all wouldn’t end up fucking her anyway. Oh god, all four of her friends are going to fuck her tonight, Eunchae realized. Why wouldn’t they? They had all wanted a lap dance from her and afterward wanted her to make them cum. She had agreed to a full-on orgy with her best friends. So many words popped into her head that she would use to describe women who partake in such activities. Descriptors that she would soon apply to herself.
“I’ll just pick random. We have dice, after all,” she said, walking to the table. At least a small part of the game would be used, she thought. It would be weird as from here on, every time she rolled the dice playing, she would remember how she used it to decide who broke her hymen and made her a ‘real woman.’ But as she grabbed the dice, she saw the bag of bird eggs, which served as an important reminder to her.
“You guys have condoms?”
All four shook their heads.
“Well, we can’t have sex without condoms, so I guess it’s not happening,” Eunchae said. That would give her a short reprieve from giving up the goods to these guys, but she knew next time they would come over, they would probably bring a pack or something obscene.
“Your sister would probably let us fuck her without condoms,” Chanwoo remarked.
Why were these guys making so many assumptions about the sexual nature of her sister? Eunchae fretted. But would her sister go so far as to forgo protection to get with guys younger than her? What worried her most was that she knew for a fact that, like her, her sister wasn’t on protection. A year ago, Eunchae’s sister came to her asking if she would like to start birth control. Eunchae declined, saying she wasn’t planning on being sexually active. Her sister remarked she wasn’t on birth control for the same reason.
“Then promise you’ll pull out and cum on my chest. You guys seemed to enjoy doing that,” Eunchae offered as a compromise. This made her unbelievably nervous as she knew pre-cum contained sperm. In addition, this would require a lot of trust in some guys proving to be extraordinarily horny.
“Eunchae, your sister will probably let us…” Chanwoo started to say before the virgin girl objected.
“If you’re suggesting my sister will let a group of teenage boys cum inside her and risk a pregnancy just for sexual satisfaction, you’re wrong!”
But Eunchae wasn’t sure about this. It’s not like she has discussed anything like this with her sister. Given that she existed at all, though, proved that her sister was capable of agreeing to unprotected sex with men she wasn’t married to. Given her built-up lust, would she repeat this mistake? With her sister’s teenage friends, even?
“So you’re saying the only way you guys won’t cum inside my sister is if I let you guys cum inside me,” Eunchae asked.
“That’s not fair! You make it sound like we are making you do this. Eunchae, if you don’t want to fuck us, then don’t!” Doyun complained.
“Then don’t have unprotected sex with my sister!”
“Be reasonable. We’re guys. All we think about is sex. If a hot woman is willing to let us have sex with her, protection or no, we’re going to take her up on it. I’m sorry that it happens to be your sister,” Eunwoo said, laying out their position.
“But I’m not on birth control. Do you guys really want to risk getting me pregnant?” Eunchae asked as her mind started to panic that she was even considering this.
“It’s not that I want to impregnate you. I want to cum inside a beautiful woman tonight. It seems we have two candidates,” Eunwoo said.
What the hell was happening, thought Eunchae. How did tonight go from a board game about birds to her friends willing to impregnate her or her sister? And what had happened to her in these few hours that she was taking this willingness as a compliment and becoming very tempted by it.
A child would change almost everything Eunchae had planned in her life. College, a husband, and even where she would live would all be drastically changed by getting pregnant at age 18. But the alternative was her sister getting pregnant. By the seed of her friends. God, would one of these guys become her brother-in-law? Oh god, would she have ended up blowing her brother-in-law?
“I’m not saying I want to... yet. But if we did this... and something were to... take hold inside me. Would you guys take responsibility?”
All four of them voiced enthusiastic agreement with that.
“Are you kidding? I’d happily!” Minho said. Eunchae wondered just what that meant to her friends. Were they indicating they would marry her? Or just raise their child? Were they saying that to get in her pants? Even though she wasn’t wearing any right now? Today was proving mind-bogglingly life-changing to the sexually inexperienced teen girl.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for a baby, but I think I’m ready to go all the way with you guys,” Eunchae finally admitted.
This was crazy. She was basically asking these guys to impregnate her to prevent herself from getting a brother-in-law. As per her plan, she headed to the game table and rolled the dice. The four guys continued to look shocked that their friend, who had shown no interest in any sexual before, was now using a board game piece to pick which of them would get the first shot at impregnating her. Assigning each guy to a bird food picture on the die, the luck of the roll favored Eunwoo. He would be the first to partake in the most intimate of actions with his friend.
A wide-eyed Eunchae went and lay on the floor, deciding this was where it would happen. Eunwoo inched closer to her, but still questioned things. “I only want to do this with you, Eunchae, if you really do,” he asked as his erection showed his body as fully onboard.
Eunchae didn’t want to go through this whole exercise with her friend doubting her resolve, so she made things clear.
“Take that cock of yours and fuck my pussy with it until I squeal from cumming. Then fill my womb with so much cum there will be no doubt that I’m pregnant.”
Eunchae's direct words took all four men by surprise. But as the night advanced, none questioned her desire to do this again.
But the soon-to-be ex-virgin’s confidence was just for show. In reality, she eyed his cock with immense anxiety. Both in terms of its size and the millions of little swimmers it would soon dispense. All it would take is for one to find its target. Her eggs. She wasn’t one to keep track of her cycles, but from a quick estimation in her head, this was not the day to be doing this.
Eunwoo joined her on the floor and climbed on top of her, putting his face next to hers. “I’m going to take this slow, okay?” He informed his soon-to-be lover. She put on a brave face and gave him a nod like she had done this a hundred times before. Given how horny these guys were, that scenario might become the truth soon.
Eunchae felt the entrance to her womb get tickled, but she knew this wasn’t any finger touching her. Soon, the appendage in question started applying pressure, and she took one last breath as a virgin. Eunwoo’s dick penetrated her, and a shot of pain sent a clear message to the young woman. She was fucking her friend. True to his word, Eunwoo didn’t immediately start pounding her mound despite her early boast that she wanted them to ‘fuck her hard.’ The pain was more than she expected, but was fading fast. The cock in her pulled out slowly and then back in. This generated new pain, but it was less intense and faded even faster. Eunchae appreciated that the worst was over and was thankful that Eunwoo was proving to be such a thoughtful and skillful sexual partner.
He continued to slide in and out of her, with the pain becoming almost non-existent. The fading of the pain was a relief, but her major concern still loomed large. Even now, she knew sperm was already leaking out of the cock currently fucking her. It was a small amount, but would soon be joined by a flood of fellow swimmers. A flood with one goal. To impregnate her. But for now, Eunwoo was picking up the pace and delving deeper into her with each stroke. They continued to be face to face, and while she tried to look away or close her eyes. However, often their eyes would meet. Was it weird that she wasn’t kissing him? Or if she tried to, would that make it weirder?
Eunchae had expected sex to be much like when she got fingered earlier by Doyun, but that was proving not to be the case. The feeling of getting stretched out over and over by the cock was... unusually pleasant. As well as the friction caused by the movement of his dick inside her. While she still would have liked to be using protection, the skin-on-skin contact was so intimate. The recently devirginized teenager felt every textured detail of him slide inside her. Despite her earlier appreciation of him taking it slow, she was now finding herself eager for him to go faster and harder. While not something she consciously decided to do, her hips started humping in unison with Eunwoo’s thrust, driving him to go deeper into her.
As she was getting comfortable with the experience, a facial expression of pleasure reminded the young woman of the reality of the situation. Eunwoo was approaching his limit, and with that event, the potential impregnation. Feeling the cock inside her, Eunchae had second thoughts about her earlier acceptance of becoming a sister-in-law. Why was she doing this? She could ask her friend to withdraw, and he would comply. Her virginity wouldn’t be restored, but she would be left without this life-changing event occurring. With that thought, Eunwoo’s dick reached a new depth within her, and Eunchae let out a moan, and her legs stirred underneath her current lover. This redirected her attention to the three friends watching the sex show she was freely giving them. Three guys were watching but really waiting for their turn. And if not Eunchae, they would be watching her sister take on the nine-inch cock in her pussy. Her sister would be the one about to get inseminated.
Seeing Eunwoo’s face contort further as his orgasm was approaching rapidly, Eunchae steeled her nerves. This was the right decision.
“Get me pregnant,” she said to Eunwoo.
She pulled his face into hers and kissed him passionately right when she felt the sensation of a warm liquid enter her. Over the next minute, he stayed inside her while enjoying the feel of her lips on his. All the while, the last of his cum, and potent sperm entered the womb of his friend. Eunchae had been inseminated.
Eunchae pulled her face back and looked at Eunwoo with eyes the size of frisbees. As he withdrew from her, leaving her on the floor naked and cum filled, she calmed herself down. Would one load of cum really get her pregnant? But then she saw the eager faces of her friends, one load on her foot. Even Eunwoo was talking about doing more.
“That was so incredible. I’m going to focus on getting ready for my next turn,” he said, taking a seat on the floor to watch the next sex show Eunchae would be starring in.
Next time, she thought? How many times was she going to get fucked today? Minho announced that it was agreed he would go next. Apparently, Chanwoo and Doyun had something planned, which made Eunchae greatly curious. But she couldn’t dwell on that too much as she was about to experience the feeling of yet another long-term friend cumming inside her. Wanting to keep things fresh, he asked that she ride him on top of his dick. As Eunchae saw him lying on the floor with his erection pointing straight upward, she wondered why it was necessary to change things up with a girl you haven’t had sex with yet. A thought that instantly left her lead as she lowered herself onto her newest lover.
Being on top this time, Minho’s cock was able to penetrate her fully right off the bat. A feeling that the newly introduced teenager didn’t appreciate until now. She let out a loud gasp, and her whole body shivered briefly.
“God, your pussy feels so good and wet,” Minho said as his hands took hold of her tits.
That was not a compliment Eunchae had expected her to hear today, if ever in her life. But as the shock of the giant cock entering her wore off, she gradually started lifting herself up and down on it. In this position, she was mostly in control. Minho was eagerly lifting his hips to encourage her to pick up the pace.
Eunchae found her rhythm and was sliding the inside of her vaginal walls against her second cock of the day. The same pleasurable experiences she encountered with Eunwoo resumed. But with her nerves about getting impregnated relaxed somewhat, she was able to focus on chasing these feelings. As she humped the equally large dick, she manipulated the angle of attack to maximize her pleasure. This worked maybe too well, and as the tip rubbed against a very sensitive area she found, Eunchae let out a loud “Fuck,” and her ass twitched as a wave of sexual glee spread out from that spot. Taking a minute to recover, she started her humping back up, telling herself to avoid doing that again as it was just too intense.
However, not twenty seconds later, her curiosity and lust got the better of her, and she manipulated her body to experience that again. Ready for it this time, the next wave that hit her didn’t interrupt her rhythm, and she let out a long moan that she felt a bit embarrassed about. Opening her eyes, she saw the teasing face of Minho smiling back.
“Shut up! I’m letting my four best friends try to impregnate me. I’m not going to be shamed for enjoying myself,” Eunchae said before closing her eyes again.
Minutes later, the tip of the dick was hitting this orgasmic spot constantly, and the newly introduced to sex teenager was in a continuous state of moaning. Her lover was no longer teasing her as he was focused on not cumming early to the sexually charged sight he witnessed on top of him. Eunchae was humping his dick with a purpose. Wave after wave was crashing throughout her body until it became a steady stream of ecstasy. She used her hands to ensure Minho kept a firm grip on her tits as it was adding to her full-body pleasure. She knew she was building up to something grand and needed to see it to its mind-blowing conclusion. Her vision was starting to go white, and any doubt, shame, or worries she had been now gone. A live news crew could walk into the room, and she wouldn’t stop driving her pussy into this dick. Finally, after one last slide of the dick inside her, the build-up exploded.
“Coming, coming,” Eunchae muttered as she felt her legs convulse and her toes curl. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she worried this state she was in would drive her mad if it continued, but she simultaneously wanted it never to stop.
But it finally did, and she fell into her second sexual partner’s chest, gasping for air after she realized she had forgotten to breathe during her orgasm. It was only a minute later that she questioned whether Minho had even finished, but the feeling of fresh liquid leaking out of her confirmed it. As the logical side of her brain booted back up, she knew this meant she had added another name to the list of potential fathers of the child she soon expected to start growing inside her.
Eunchae rolled off of Minho and onto the floor. That was the second orgasm of her life, and her friends had witnessed both on this same night. That one was more intense, too, and she worried about what would happen if these boys got her there a third time. Because she was certain, they wanted to try. And try all night.
As she lay on the floor looking upwards, two dicks came into her view, and she knew Doyun and Chanwoo were standing over her. “How are you doing?” Doyun asked her. She knew he was probably eager to feel her pussy with his dick. Eunchae didn’t vocalize this, but she was keen to let them try after the heaven on earth she experienced.
“Who is next,” she asked, hoping she wasn’t starting to sound like a sex-crazed slut, asking for her next dick.
“Both of us,” Chanwoo said with a devilish smile.
“What the fuck does that mean,” Eunchae said, sitting up. He didn’t immediately answer her, and Eunchae looked around the room at her friends to try to understand what she was missing.
Her last lover finally explained as he lay on the spot where they had just made love. “Chanwoo and Doyun want to fuck you in your ass and pussy at the same time. They want to double penetrate you,” he explained.
“My ass? While I’m getting fucked? I just lost my virginity twenty minutes ago. Now my ass needs to get penetrated? Isn’t fucking my pussy enough?” She fretted.
Chanwoo and Doyun looked at each other. “As we keep saying, Eunchae, you don’t have to do this. We will happily go to your...,” Doyun started to say, using the same excuse that they have been using all night.
“No! My sister may be willing to have sex with you guys. She may even be willing to have unprotected sex. But I know my sister. She isn’t up for getting ass fucked by her sister’s friends while another takes a shot at impregnating her at the same time!” But once again, Eunchae asked herself if she really knew that. What sister knows the sexual kinks of their sister?
“We’ll let you know what she says when we offer,” Chanwoo said, leading Doyun out of the room.
“How about you fuck my butt one on one?” Eunchae offered. Oh god, did she just offer her asshole now?
“I might take you up on that afterward, but for now, we’re sticking with our plan,” Doyun said without even turning around.
“Why does it have to be at the same time,” Eunchae cried out.
“It’s hard to explain. But once you do it, you’ll know,” Chanwoo replied.
“Then show me,” she said, going red in the cheeks at her sudden decision. Hearing that, the two boys finally turned around. “If it’s difficult to put into words, then demonstrate it with me,” she muttered.
“So you’re saying we can...,” Doyun cautiously asked.
“Don’t make me say it. Just tell me what I need to do,” Eunchae said, looking away.
Chanwoo lay on the floor on his back. They were going to create an Eunchae fucking sandwich, as Doyun described it. She climbed on him and laid on him so they were stomach to stomach. She maneuvered downward until she was low enough that Chanwoo can penetrated her with his dick. She started to hump it, almost out of instinct, but the boys told her to wait. As her third cock waited inside her, Eunchae looked back nervously as Doyun joined them. He held himself up just above, and she felt his erect cock resting against her butt crack.
“For this part, I would recommend you try and relax your asshole as much as possible while I put my dick into you,” Doyun said calmly.
That was a sentence she had not expected to hear tonight when she invited them over to play a board game. She did her best as Doyun directed his tip to her most intimate of entrances. And the only one that had been cock free until now.
It took considerably more pressure to penetrate her ass than her pussy, but it finally popped in, and finally Eunchae experienced the feeling of having two dicks inside her for the first time. Her ass barraged her with feelings of pain and pleasure, and Eunchae started squealing. The two mixed and formed a new sensation that the young girl couldn’t process at first. Doyun took hold of Eunchae’s body and started pumping her on and off of not only his cock implanted in her ass but Chanwoo’s as well.
This was giving her double the pleasure as she was being stretched in both places now. Twice the feeling of a hard cock sliding inside her and twice the sensitive spots being massaged. Her ass was relaxing and feeding her feelings of pure pleasure now. Her friends were rocking her body hard, and she learned what they meant. This feeling couldn’t be described, and she was glad she had agreed to it.
Her muscles all over her body started tensing up as sparks of pleasure burst all over her body. Even in unexplainable areas like her tits and neck. But as she tensed up from this sexual joy, it had the bonus effect of making her squeeze tighter onto the cocks ravaging her insides, sending even more orgasmic pleasure into her body. It was creating a viscous pleasure cycle that sent her skyrocketing up a mountain of ecstasy. When it would peak was unknown to the writhing, naked woman.
Eunchae’s mind thought of nothing but sex, and she started blurting out her thoughts without any sense of shame.
“Don’t stop fucking my holes. Don’t ever stop. I want to do this forever with you. Fill my ass and pussy with cum. Impregnate me and make me your forever whore. Oh god!” The young woman couldn’t tell if she was having two orgasms or one large one.
But in either case, her mouth opened wide, and she looked like she was screaming, but no sound came out as the pleasure flooded into her spine, making her back arch. Her hands flayed wildly as if looking for something that could release her from the intensity she felt from cumming.
Her lovers could do nothing but fill her with their seed, which they did happily. Chanwoo added his sperm to the ever-increasing pool seeking to impregnate Eunchae while Doyun came inside the last orifice of Eunchae’s that had been cum free.
When Eunchae’s vision returned several minutes later, the first thought that popped into her head was that this friendship was forever changed. There’s no way you can let two guy friends double-team you like that and expect things to stay the same. But would they change for the better or worse? Eunchae herself didn’t even know what she wanted the future to hold. But as she sat up, she knew one thing. Eunwoo and Minho were both hard again. Her protection of her sister’s innocence from these horny teenagers was still in question.
“Who’s next, and where do you want to put it?” She asked the men.

The orgy continued for five more hours. Doyun took a shot at impregnating her as well. Multiple times, in fact. All four of them cycled between Eunchae’s different holes, but most enjoyed her pussy. There were, of course, breaks in the actions, but in that time frame, she never went more than twenty minutes without at least one dick in her.
Towards the end of the night, the guys began pushing Eunchae to reveal how many times she had cum, as it had become difficult to tell.
“A proper lady doesn’t reveal such intimate details,” she teased as cum leaked out of her ass and pussy from the last round of double penetration they engaged in.
The night ended when yet another dam of pleasure burst open in Eunchae and proved too overwhelming for her to remain conscious. Her friends were spent at that point and left, leaving Eunchae’s sister untouched that night. When the over-sexed girl woke up in a very sore, cummed covered state, she panicked that her sister might find her like this and quickly cleaned herself and the room up as best she could. But the room had a lingering smell of cum in it. The smell made Eunchae’s legs squirm a bit, but she hoped her sister wouldn’t recognize it if she ever came back here.
Having lost a lot of fluids last night, while gaining a lot as well, Eunchae headed to the kitchen, where she was glad to find her sister had made breakfast. She grabbed a plate and sat at the table with her.
“You guys played that game of yours late last night. Your friends must have really enjoyed themselves,” Eunchae's sister said without a hint indicating she actually knew what happened.
“Yeah... it was fun,” Eunchae said, not able to look her sister in the eyes. They both sat in silence for a few minutes with an awkwardness in the air that had never been present before.
“Eunchae, I have something to tell you. And I need you to let me finish before you respond,” her sister asked, looking nervous.
“Okay...,” Eunchae replied, putting down her fork. She anxiously expected her sister to reveal she knew about her orgy last night and expected a lecture on safe sex. A lecture that was a day late, likely, Eunchae thought, putting her hand on her tummy.
“I appreciate that what I’m about to tell you will make you upset and may even make you feel betrayed. I know I messed up, but I hope you at least understand why I did this.” Eunchae suddenly had no clue where this was headed, but kept quiet as her sister had requested.
“Starting five months ago, right after the last of them turned eighteen, I have been engaging in sexual activities with your four friends. Wait. I should be clear about this, as you are an adult and need to hear the truth. I have been having sex with them. Orally, vaginally, and anally. Often at the same time. Your friends have a touch that drives me wild. Often, I pass out in an orgasmic spasm, only to wake up the next day hungry for more. We meet together whenever we can, which is 4 to 5 times a week. I should also mention that I got addicted to the feeling of their bare skin inside me, and thus, we haven’t been using protection. I’m... three months pregnant. I’m not sure which of them is the father, nor do I need to know. I’m so sorry about this. I tried to tell you yesterday, but you seemed so off-put by the idea of me being attracted to your friends. But I knew I had to tell you today, no matter what. How mad are you with me?”
Eunchae sat looking at her sister calmly for a minute before responding.
“Could we pretend you didn’t tell me this yet? My friends are coming over tonight, and there’s a new game we invented last night that I want to keep playing with them. Maybe we tell them in three or four months?”
Her sister smiled at her with understanding eyes.
“You should probably put some lube on your asshole. Trust me, it will help.”
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Negotiate, Bonus, Cashback
Eunbi x Male OC
t/w: threesome, gangbang, multiple orgasm, bukkake

Negotiate
The office of Waterbomb Seoul's production team hums with the low buzz of air conditioning. The festival, Waterbomb 2025 in two weeks away, is the industry's hot topic.
Kwon Eunbi, the former IZ*ONE leader and soloist, is fighting to reclaim her title as the "Waterbomb Queen." Her electrifying performances have made her a legend, but last year's show, with its barely-there outfits and provocative choreography, stirred controversy.
Now, in a glass-walled meeting room, Eunbi faces producers Mr. Park and Mr. Kim, their faces stern as they prepare to reject her for being "too vulgar."
"Eunb-ssi, your history with Waterbomb is undeniable," Mr. Park begins, adjusting his glasses, his tone clipped. "But last year's performance was too much. Too vulgar. We're moving toward new faces."
Eunbi's lips curl into a confident smirk. She leans back in her chair, her tight black blazer accentuating her massive boobs, her low-cut top revealing deep cleavage.
"Vulgar?" she says, smooth but sharp.
"You mean iconic? My fancams crashed the internet. You're telling me Waterbomb doesn't want that heat?" She crosses her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs, drawing Mr. Kim's gaze.
Mr. Kim, younger and less composed, shifts in his seat. "We're aiming for family-friendly now," he says, his voice wavering. "Your... outfits, the choreography... it was too explicit."
Eunbi laughs, low and sultry, standing to pace the room, her hips swaying. "Family-friendly? Waterbomb don't need that. Waterbomb is about water, sweat, and desire. I'm your biggest draw."
She leans over the table, her boobs nearly spilling out, locking eyes with Mr. Park, "You want numbers? My set doubled your engagement last year. You want a queen? I'll show you vulgar."
Mr. Park clears his throat, his face flushing, "We need to maintain an image..."
"Image?" Eunbi cuts in, unbuttoning her blazer, letting it fall to reveal her crop top, her boobs straining against the fabric, nipples faintly visible. "Let's negotiate. I'll show you what makes Waterbomb unforgettable."
She steps closer to Mr. Park, her perfume, jasmine and musk, filling the air, her hand brushing his shoulder. Mr. Kim's eyes widen, but he doesn't look away.
"Eunbi-ssi, this is inappropriate," Mr. Park says, but his voice lacks conviction, his eyes on her cleavage. She smirks, knowing she's got him.
"Inappropriate?" she purrs, moving to Mr. Kim, leaning down, her boobs inches from his face. "Or effective?" She pours water from a bottle on the table over her chest, the liquid soaking her crop top, making it cling to her boobs, her nipples hard and clear.
"This is Waterbomb," she says, her voice low, turning to straddle Mr. Park's lap, her skirt hiking up, revealing black lace panties. "You want bold? I'll give you bold."
Mr. Park's hands hover, then grip her hips, his professionalism crumbling, "Eunbi-ssi, we can't..." he starts, but she grinds against him, feeling his cock harden through his pants. "Fuck," he mutters, his hands tightening.
She laughs, sliding off him to face Mr. Kim, who's already unzipping his pants, his cock rock-hard. "You, too?" she teases, kneeling, pulling his pants down, her lips wrapping around his cock, sucking slow and deep.
"Goddamn, Eunbi," he groans, his hands in her hair, thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue swirls, her lips tight, moaning around him, her eyes locked on his.
Mr. Park stands, unzipping, his cock springing free. Eunbi pulls back from Mr. Kim, smirking, and tugs her crop top off, her black bra barely containing her boobs. She unhooks it, letting her massive boobs spill out, her nipples hard. "Come on, Mr. Park," she says, grabbing his cock, stroking fast, her hand slick with precum.
She leans forward, pressing her boobs around Mr. Kim's cock, giving him a titjob, her soft flesh enveloping him. "Fuck, that's good," Mr. Kim moans, thrusting between her boobs, his cum leaking onto her chest.
Eunbi stands, pushing her skirt and panties down, revealing her wet, plump pussy, the musky scent filling the room. "Who's first?" she says, bending over the table, her ass up, her boobs pressed against the glass.
Mr. Park moves behind her, his cock sliding into her pussy, tight and hot, making her moan. "Fuck, yes," she gasps, her hips rocking back, meeting his thrusts. Mr. Kim steps forward, and she takes his cock in her mouth again, sucking hard, her moans muffled as Mr. Park pounds her doggy-style.
"God, you're tight," Mr. Park groans, his hands gripping her hips, slamming deeper, her boobs bouncing wildly.
Mr. Kim thrusts into her mouth, his cock hitting her throat, her saliva dripping. She pulls back, stroking Mr. Kim, her eyes dark with lust.
"Cum in me, Mr. Park," she demand.
"Fuck..." Mr. Park groaning as his cum spills inside her pussy, dripping down her thighs.
Mr. Kim's close, and she kneels, sucking him faster, her hand stroking his balls. "Cum on my face," she says, and he does, his release coating her lips and chin, dripping onto her boobs.
She licks her lips, smirking, standing to face them, cum dripping from her pussy and face.
"That's vulgar," she says, wiping her chin. "And that's your Waterbomb Queen. Put me on that stage."
Mr. Park, panting, nods. "You're in," he says, his voice hoarse. Mr. Kim, still dazed, agrees. "No one else comes close."
Two weeks later, Eunbi takes the Waterbomb stage in a red top, white bra and shorts jeans, water soaking her skin, her boobs bouncing with every sensual grind. The crowd roars, fancams capturing her every move, and "Eunbi Waterbomb Queen" trends worldwide, ticket sales soaring.

Bonus
The buzz from Waterbomb Seoul 2025 still lingers in the air
Kwon Eunbi, come into the modern office of the festival's production team. The "Waterbomb Queen" had reclaimed her throne a week ago, trended worldwide, proving her point after a tense negotiation with producers Mr. Park and Mr. Kim, where she'd fucked them both to secure her spot, turning their rejection into a win.
Now, she's back in their glass-walled meeting room, summoned for a "bonus" for blowing up the festival, her confidence unshaken, her curves accentuated by a tight black dress that hugs her body, her cleavage on display, her short bob hair cling to her shoulders.
Mr. Park, mid-40s, adjusts his glasses, his face flushed as he slides an envelope across the table. "Eunbi-ssi, your performance was phenomenal," he says, his tone professional but strained, his eyes flickering to her chest. "The festival's success was largely due to you. Here's a bonus for your impact."
Mr. Kim, younger and less composed, nods, his gaze lingering on her thighs as she crosses her legs. "You expected the expectations," he adds, his voice tight. "SNS metrics are through the roof."
Eunbi opens the envelope, her eyes scanning the check... $10.000, a decent sum but far less than she expected for single-handedly blowing up Waterbomb.
Her lips curl into a familiar smirk, her eyes glinting with defiance., "This?" she says, tossing the envelope onto the table, her voice smooth but edged.
"You call this a bonus for making your festival the talk of the world? My fancams crashed servers. I made Waterbomb." She leans forward, her boobs pressing against the table, her dress riding up slightly. "I expected more."
Mr. Park clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "It's a generous amount, Eunbi-ssi. We have budget constraints..."
"Constraints?" she cuts in, standing, her hips swaying as she paces, her dress clinging to her curves. "I doubled your engagement. Sold out your tickets. You want to talk constraints, let's talk about how I negotiated my way onto that stage."
She glances at Mr. Kim, whose face reddens. "I showed you vulgar," she says, her voice sultry, "and it worked. Now, let's negotiate a proper bonus."
Mr. Kim, who's been silent, frowns. "Eunbi-ssi, this is unprofessional,” he says, but his eyes darting to Eunbi's cleavage. Eunbi laughs, low and teasing, stepping closer to him.
"Unprofessional?" she purrs, unbuttoning her dress slowly, revealing a red lace bra that barely contains her massive boobs, her nipples faintly visible. "You loved my unprofessional last time." She lets the dress fall, stepping out in her bra and matching red panties, her skin glowing under the office lights. "You want to reward your queen? Let's make it worth my time."
Mr. Kim's breath hitches, his professionalism crumbling. "Eunbi-ssi, we can't..." he starts, but she straddles his lap, her boobs brushing his chest, her hips grinding against his hardening cock. "Fuck," he mutters, his hands instinctively gripping her hips.
Mr. Park's already unzipping his pants, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Eunbi smirks, sliding off Mr. Kim to kneel before Mr. Park, her lips wrapping around his cock, sucking slow and deep, her tongue swirling, her eyes locked on his.
"Goddamn, Eunbi," he groans, his hands tangling in her hair, thrusting into her mouth, her moans vibrating around him.
She pulls back, stroking Mr. Park's cock, her hand slick with saliva and precum, and turns to Mr. Kim.
"Your turn," she says, tugging his pants down, freeing his cock, and taking him into her mouth, sucking hard, her lips tight, her tongue teasing the tip. Mr. Kim groans, his hands gripping the chair, his cock throbbing as she alternates, sucking one, stroking the other, her boobs bouncing with every move.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Mr. Kim mutters, his eyes on her boobs.
She laughs, standing to peel off her panties, revealing her wet, plump pussy, the musky scent filling the room. She bends body, her ass up, her boobs swaying free.
"Reward your queen, now," she said husky.
Mr. Kim moves behind her, sliding his cock into her pussy, tight and hot, making her moan loudly. "Yes, fuck me," she gasps, her hips rocking back, meeting his thrusts.
Mr. Park steps forward, and she takes his cock in her mouth again, sucking as Mr. Kim pounds thrusts her, her boobs bouncing wildly, her moans muffled. "God, you're so tight," Mr. Kim groans, slamming deeper, his hands gripping her hips, his cum building.
Eunbi pulls back from Mr. Park, stroking him fast, her eyes dark with lust. "Inside... inside me," she demands.
Mr. Kim comes, "Eunbi-ssi...!" groaning as his release spills inside her, he pulls out his cock, cum dripping down her thighs
"Fuck yes!" Eunbi moans, feeling the warmth inside her pussy.
Park's close too, and she kneels, sucking him harder, her hand stroking his balls. "My boobs, Mr. Park" she says, her voice raw, and he does, his cum coating her massive boobs, dripping over her nipples.
She smirks, wiping her chest, standing to face them, cum dripping from her pussy and boobs. "That's a negotiation," she says, her voice firm. "Now, triple that bonus, or I'll take my talents elsewhere."
Mr. Kim, panting, nods, so as Mr. Park, "Done," he says, his voice hoarse. Mr. Kim, dazed, agrees. "Whatever you want, Eunbi."
She grabs her dress, slipping it on loosely, her bra and panties in hand. "Good. I'm your Waterbomb Queen, and don't forget it." She struts out, leaving them stunned.

Cashback
Eunbi goes into a private rehearsal studio in Seoul's Gangnam district. Her performance a week ago, trending worldwide. Now, fresh off that victory, Eunbi's called her eight male backup dancers to the studio, not for rehearsal, but to reward them for their role in her triumph.
Eunbi stands at the center, her presence commanding in a tight black crop top that barely contains her massive boobs, her nipples poking through, paired with high-waisted leggings that hug her curves. Her short dark hair is hanged there, framing her face.
The dancers, Jun, Moon, Tae, Hyeon, Beom, Kwang, Chan and Seung, all in their mid-20s, toned and still buzzing from the festival's high, form a loose circle around her, their workout clothes damp from an earlier practice.
They're unaware of the full extent of her "bonus" plan, expecting some cash for their flawless performance.
"Guys," Eunbi begins, her voice warm but sultry, a smirk playing on her lips. "You made me look like a queen out there. The lifts, the sync, the energy, you nailed it. Waterbomb's still trending because of us."
She pulls a stack of envelopes from her bag, handing one to each dancer. "A little cash bonus for you all. $2k each. You earned it."
Jun, the lead dancer with a sharp jawline, opens his envelope, his eyes widening at the amount, "Eunbi-ssi, this is huge," he says, the others murmuring agreement, their faces lighting up.
But Eunbi's smirk grows, her eyes scanning them, lingering on their toned bodies. "That's not all," she says, stepping closer, her boobs bouncing slightly, drawing their attention. "You gave me everything on that stage. I'm giving you something back. Now, you guys will do the same." Her voice drops teasing.
"A cashback, let's call it." She peels off her crop top, revealing a red lace bra that strains against her boobs, her skin glowing under the studio lights. The dancers freeze, their eyes locked on her, the air shifting from gratitude to desire.
She kneels in the center of the circle, her hands brushing her hair back, her bra barely holding on, "Come closer," she says, her tone commanding, and they do, their workout pants tenting as they form a tighter circle. "You want your queen? Show me how much."
She unhooks her bra, letting her massive boobs spill free, her nipples hard and dark, the sight eliciting soft groans from the group.
Hyeon, the cockiest, unzips first, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing. "Fuck, Eunbi-ssi," he mutters, stepping forward. She grabs his cock, stroking slow, her hand slick with his precum, her eyes locked on his. "You like that?" she teases, then leans in, taking him into her mouth, sucking deep, her tongue swirling, her lips tight.
Her pussy clenches, already dripping, the thrill of control pushing her close to her first orgasm. The others watch, stroking themselves through their pants, their moans filling the air.
She pulls back, smirking, and moves to Moon, sucking him next, her lips hot and wet, her hand still stroking Hyeon. "Goddamn," Moon groans, his hands in her hair, thrusting gently.
Eunbi alternates, sucking and stroking each dancer, Tae, Seung, Beom, Kwang, Chan, then Jun, her mouth relentless, her hands working two cocks at once, her boobs bouncing with every move. Her pussy throbs, her arousal soaking her leggings, and she rubs her thighs together, chasing her first climax.
"Fuck, you're all so big," she moans, her voice husky, pulling back to catch her breath, her fingers slipping into her leggings, rubbing her clit, pushing herself over the edge. She cums hard, her body shaking, her pussy gushing, a soft moan escaping as she kneels, her skin glistening with sweat.
"More," she demands, standing, peeling off her leggings and panties, revealing her wet, tight pussy, the musky scent driving them wild.
She lies back on a padded mat, legs spread, boobs heaving, her fingers teasing her clit, still sensitive from her first orgasm. "Fuck me, all of you," she says.
Jun steps up first, sliding his cock into her pussy, tight and hot, making her scream, "Yes, fuck!" as he thrusts deep, her boobs bouncing wildly.
Hyeon kneels beside her, pushing his cock into her mouth, her lips stretching around him, her tongue swirling.
Tae and Seung take her hands, guiding them to their cocks, her fingers stroking fast, their precum slicking her palms.
Moon and Beom kneel by her boobs, rubbing their cocks against her nipples, her skin glistening with their precum.
Kwang and Chan stroke themselves, waiting their turn, their eyes locked on her writhing body. Eunbi's pussy clenches around Jun, her second orgasm building fast, her moans muffled by Hyeon's cock.
She cums again, her body convulsing, her pussy squirting slightly, soaking Jun's cock as he groans, thrusting harder.
Jun pulls out, and Tae takes his place, slamming into her pussy, her cum dripping onto the mat. Seung moves to her mouth, fucking her throat, her boobs bouncing with Tae's rough thrusts.
"Fuck, Eunbi-ssi," Seung groans, his cock throbbing as she sucks deep, her hands stroking Beom and Kwang now. Moon kneels, sliding his cock between her massive boobs, tit-fucking her, her nipples hard against his shaft.
Eunbi's pussy spasms, her third orgasm hitting as Tae pounds her, her moans loud, her body shaking, her cum flooding the mat.
"Switch," she gasps, her voice hoarse, pushing Tae out and pulling Chan into her pussy, his cock thick, stretching her, making her scream, "Oh, fuck, yes!" Kwang takes her mouth, his cock sliding deep, her tongue working him. Hyeon and Jun stroke themselves by her boobs, their precum dripping onto her skin.
Eunbi's fingers rub her clit, chasing her fourth orgasm, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around Chan, her moans choked by Kwang's cock. She cums again, her pussy gushing, her boobs bouncing, her skin slick with sweat and precum.
"Cum on me," she commands, kneeling again, her boobs thrust forward, her hands stroking Tae and Seung, her pussy dripping, her body still buzzing from multiple orgasms. "Give your queen a real bonus."
The dancers stroke faster, their cocks surrounding her, and one by one, they cum, Jun's load splashing across her boobs, Moon's hitting her neck, Tae's coating her chest, Seung's dripping onto her nipples, Hyeon's spraying her face, Beom's landing on her cleavage, Kwang's streaking her lips, Chan's pooling in her collarbone.
Their cum mixes, dripping down her massive boobs, her skin glistening, her lips catching a stray drop as she licks it, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Fuck, that's it," she purrs, wiping her boobs with her fingers, licking them clean, her fifth orgasm hitting as she rubs her clit one last time, her pussy pulsing, her body shaking. "That's my cashback."
She stands, grabbing her bra but leaving it off, her leggings discarded, her pussy still dripping. "You're my team," she says, smirking, her voice sultry, her skin glowing with cum and sweat.
"Keep that energy, and we'll dominate Waterbomb again next year."
She struts out, leaving the envelopes and their stunned, panting faces behind, Eunbi not just the Waterbomb Queen, she's their queen, and they know it.

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Daddy's girl
Newjeans / NJZ Haerin
tags: Submissive, Rough, Incest
(Third Person POV)

Haerin had always been an enigmatic figure at school, her dark attire and reserved demeanor earning her the reputation of a loner. Because of her mother's tragic death, she felt that she lost half of her self. She loved her mother so much.
Her father saw how her daughter drastically changed after his wife's death. Instead of being alarmed on how Haerin changed, He understands her. Losing someone is truly hurts.
He tried his best to understand her daughter even tho she isn't chatty as before. Also tries his best to stay beside her, To show her that she isn't alone when she still mouring.
Believe it or not, Haerin is starting to realize that her father tries his best to reconnect with her. She starting to appreciate life once again.
Until she felt something that she knew it didn't existed from the start. It was love, A taboo one.
It started innocently enough, Haerin's face lighting up whenever her dad was near, his presence coaxing out a radiant smile that never failed to captivate him. As time passed, their bond deepened, and so did Haerin's feelings for her father. The once aloof girl now found herself growing possessive and jealous at the mere sight of him interacting with other women.
One evening, as they sat together in the living room, Haerin's gaze drifted to her father's phone when a phone call flashed on it's screen, It was her father's co-worker named Da-hye. She saw her few times before as Da-hye is clingy to her father.
That stirred something within Haerin, a pang of jealousy that caught her off guard. She felt her heart race as she stared at his phone, her mind conjuring images of her father's arms around another woman. The thought alone made her blood boil.
Without thinking, Haerin reached over and snatched the phone then hanged up the incoming call, proceed to turn thr phone off. "Why is she calling you at this hour?" she seethed silently, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion.
Haerin's eyes flashed to her father's, seeking reassurance. But instead of the comfort she craved, she saw only concern etched across his features. He rose from the couch, closing the distance between them until they stood face-to-face, the air thick with unspoken tension.
Haerin's breath came in short gasps as her father loomed closer, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. She could smell the familiar scent of his cologne, feel the warmth radiating from his body. It was intoxicating, and she found herself leaning into him instinctively.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" her father murmured, his voice low and soothing. His hands came up to gently cup her flushed cheeks, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. In that moment, Haerin felt lost, adrift in a sea of emotions she didn't fully understand.
"I... I don't want her to have you." Haerin whispered, her words barely audible. "Only you." The admission hung heavy in the silence, a confession of forbidden desire that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Her father's eyes widened slightly at Haerin's confession, a flicker of surprise giving way to a tender expression. He pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace that felt both protective and intimate.
"Oh, sweetheart." he breathed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You're my whole world. No one else compares to you." His words sent a shiver down Haerin's spine, igniting a fire within her that she struggled to contain.
As if sensing her turmoil, her father stepped back, his hands still resting on her shoulders. He looked at her intently, searching her face for any sign of distress or uncertainty. "We need to talk about these feelings, Haerin. About what's happening between us."
Haerin nodded slowly, her heart pounding in her chest as she met her father's gaze. She knew what he meant, understood the gravity of the path they were heading. But she couldn't deny the longing that consumed her, the desperate need to claim him as hers alone.
"I know it's wrong," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I can't help how I feel. Every time I see you with someone else, it hurts. I just... I want you all to myself."
Haerin's eyes dropped to her father's lips, remembering the countless times she'd fantasized about kissing him. The urge was overwhelming, and before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in, brushing her lips against his in a soft caress.
Her father's breath hitched as Haerin's lips touched his, the sudden contact sending a jolt of electricity through his body. For a moment, he simply stood still, savoring the feel of his daughter's lips against his own.
Then, with a low groan, he wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss. It was a mistake, he told himself, even as he lost himself in the taste and texture of her lips. But he couldn't pull away, not when every fiber of his being yearned for more.
Haerin melted into the embrace, her own arms wrapped around her father's neck as she poured all her pent-up desire into the kiss. It was raw, passionate, and completely taboo - everything she'd ever fantasized.
Their lips moved in perfect sync, the kiss growing more intense with each passing second. Haerin's fingers tangled in her father's hair, pulling him closer as she nipped at his bottom lip. A low moan escaped her throat, a sound of pure need.
Her father's hands roamed her back, sliding down to grasp her hips and pull her flush against him. She could feel the hard length of his arousal pressing insistently against her belly, fueling the inferno raging inside her.
Breaking the kiss, Haerin gazed up at her father with lust-clouded eyes, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Take me to your bedroom, Daddy.." she panted, her voice husky with desire. "Please."
Her father looked at her eyes for a second, He can see how her own daughter wants him but there's a nervousness on it. Instead, He cupped her cheeks. "Haerin, Listen to me. Don't push yourself into something that you're not completely ready."
Her breath hitched as her father's words. She blinked few times, processing his words. 'Am I ready for this? He's right. I don't think I am.' She slowly nods. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
He embraced her gently. "You don't have to, Darling. Let's wait until the right time. Okay?"
"Okay.." She snuggled close to him. They fell asleep after.
Haerin's Birthday
Haerin doesn't want an engrande birthday party. She just want her father to celebrate her birthday. He took a work leave to be with her daughter for the whole day.
They went to the mall to buy everything that Haerin wants. She chose some shirts and even a matching pyjama set for them. Later on, She went to the lingerie section and brought the red lacy one that made him almost forgot to breathe. They went to the movie theater right after.
As soon as they arrived at their home, Haerin embraced him then pressed a gentle lingering kiss. "Daddy... Let's go to my bedroom. Make my wish come true please."
That's it. He lifted Haerin up into his arms, her arms and legs wrapped around him as he carried her towards the stairs. Their lips found each other again, a sensual dance of tongues and lips that left them both breathless.
Once in her bedroom, her father laid Haerin down on the bed, his hands roaming her body with a hunger that matched her own. He kissed a trail down her neck, pausing to suckle at the pulse point that made her moan.
"You're so beautiful, baby girl. Reminds me of your mother." he murmured against her flesh. The line of normal father-daughter relationship is now crossed.
With that, he claimed her lips once more, his hands working to remove her clothes as he settled between her thighs. The air was heavy with anticipation, the promise of forbidden pleasure hanging in the balance.
Haerin arched beneath her father, her back bowing off the mattress as she reveled in the sensation of his touch. His hands were everywhere, exploring her curves with a reverence that bordered on worship.
She reached for him, desperate to feel his skin against hers. With nimble fingers, she worked at the buttons of his shirt, popping them free one by one until she could slip her hands inside to caress the heated flesh beneath.
"Don't hold back, Daddy." Haerin begged, her voice a needy whimper. "I want it raw and rough, Please..." The words slipped out unintentionally, but it felt right, a testament to the depth of her feelings for him.
"There's a rope at my drawer. Lower part."
He immediately understood what her daughter wants. He went to pull out the rope at the drawer. He didn't even questioned her daughter about why there's a rope at her room.
He start tying-up her wrists to the bed's headboard. Not too tight, just right enough. He crawled back to the bed, Atop of her blushing naked daughter who's willing to give her virginity to her own father.
Her father's eyes locked onto hers, a fierce intensity burning in their depths. "Are you ready, darling?"
"Yes, Daddy. Make my birthday special right now."
With a growl of primal need, her father claimed Haerin's mouth once more, swallowing her gasp of delight as his fingers delved between her thighs. He found her already wet, her arousal coating his fingers as he stroked her slick folds.
"So ready for me." he praised, his thumb circling her clit with deliberate slowness. "Such a good girl, getting so hot and needy for Daddy..."
Haerin's hips bucked into his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure. She was lost in the pleasure, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
"More, Daddy... Please, I need..."
But before she could finish the sentence, her father shifted position, positioning himself at her entrance.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, her father sank into Haerin's welcoming heat, filling her inch by inch. They both groaned at the intimate connection, the feeling of skin against skin, of forbidden love consummated.
Haerin wrapped her legs around her father's waist, drawing him deeper into her core. She reveled in the stretch, the slight burn as he claimed her virginity, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.
"So tight.." he rasped, his forehead pressed to hers as he began to move. "You feel incredible, baby girl." Each thrust was measured, controlled, designed to drive Haerin wild with pleasure.
And it worked. Within moments, she was on the brink, her inner walls clenching around her father's throbbing length.
"Daddy!" Haerin cried out, her voice a high-pitched wail of ecstasy as the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her. Her vision blurred, her body trembling with the force of her climax.
He slowly turned her around. Her butt facing him. He gave her butt cheeks a few spank each, made Haerin squeal but not in pain. She keeps swaying her hips, Enjoying the rough treatment from her father.
Her father continued to thrust in her abused wet hole, driving into her with renewed vigor as he chased his own release. His thrusts became more rougher and deeper than the last. He reached out to grab a handful of her hair to pull it tight. His other hand still spanking her butt. The sounds of their forbidden desire filled the room - the slap of skin, the creak of the bed, Haerin's breathy moans and gasps.
"That's it, baby." he urged, his pace growing erratic as he neared the edge. "Come for Daddy again. Let me feel you..."
With a final, powerful thrust, her father buried himself to the hilt, spilling his seed deep within. Filling her up.
In the aftermath of their passion, Haerin lay sprawled across the bed, her father's weight pressing her into the mattress. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest, a rhythmic echo of her own racing pulse.
He slowly reaching out to untie her wrists. As he did, He peppers kisses all over her face until he pressed her lips gently.
"I love you, Haerin. Forever and Always."
The words sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of trepidation. She knew what it meant, also knew the risks of their relationship.
They're so exhausted that they easily slept for the rest of the night.
Morning later, Her daddy woke up and saw Haerin slowly riding his cock. He was mesmerized on how her daughter moved atop of him. He reached out to gently grope her perky breasts. Rolling the stiff nipples on his fingers.
Haerin's eyes fluttered open, meeting her father's gaze with a sultry, half-lidded stare. She was astride him, her slender thighs gripping his hips as she rode him with a sensual grace that belied her inexperience.
A soft moan escaped her lips as her father's fingers found her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds into hardness. The dual stimulation of his cock inside her and his touch on her breasts sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
"Good morning, Daddy." Haerin purred, her voice husky with sleep and desire. She rocked her hips, taking him deeper with each downward motion.
Her father's eyes darkened with lust at the erotic sight before him. He watched, transfixed, as Haerin's pert breasts bounced with each rise and fall of her body, her rosy nipples straining against his fingertips.
"Fuck, baby girl." he groaned, his grip tightening on her tits as he rolled the hardened peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. "You're so fucking sexy like this..."
Emboldened by his reaction, Haerin increased the tempo of her movements, her inner walls clenching around her father's shaft. She leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss as she rode him with wild abandon.
Their lips moved feverishly, tongues tangling in a passionate dance as Haerin's hips undulated above her father. The sensation of her slick heat enveloping him was intoxicating, and he found himself losing control, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.
"Harder, baby." he commanded between kisses, his voice strained with pleasure. "I wanna fill you up again."
Haerin's response was immediate, her pace quickening to a frenzied rhythm as she chased her impending climax. She could feel the tension building within her, the telltale flutter of her cervix signaling her approaching peak.
With a keening cry, Haerin threw her head back, her body tensing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her inner muscles spasmed around her father's cock, milking him for all he was worth as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.
Her father followed suit, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave. He groaned loudly, his hips jerking upward as he emptied himself deep inside Haerin's. The sensation of her pulsing walls squeezing his spent cock was indescribably pleasurable, prolonging his climax until he was left completely spent beneath her.
For a long moment, they remained entwined. panting heavily as they stared at each other flushed faces.
"Let's take shower together, Daddy." Hinting about another round of sex behind those words.
A sly grin spread across his face as he realized Haerin's intentions. He returned her smile with equal mischief, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Sounds like a plan, baby girl." he said, his voice low and husky with promise. "Let's get cleaned up... and maybe we can dirty ourselves up again."
Haerin giggled, a playful, flirtatious sound that sent a fresh surge of desire coursing through her veins. She leaned forward to claim her father's lips in a lingering kiss, pouring all her passion and lust into the embrace.
"Race you to the shower." she teased, breaking away to get off the bed and make her way to the bathroom, her bare ass swaying enticingly with each step.
Her father chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. He rose from the bed, his cock still semi-erect and leaking with residual arousal. With a wink at his reflection in the mirror, he followed Haerin to the bathroom, his strides purposeful and predatory.
By the time he entered the steam-filled shower, Haerin had already positioned herself under the spray, her back to him as rivulets of water cascaded down her lithe form. She turned to face him, a coy smile playing on her lips as she beckoned him closer with a crooked finger.
"Get in here, Daddy." she purred, her voice husky with desire. "I need you to wash me... thoroughly."
Her father obliged, stepping into the shower and wrapping his arms around Haerin's dripping body.
Under the warm spray, her father's hands roamed over Haerin's curves, soaping up a rich lather to glide over her smooth skin. He paid special attention to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and teasing her nipples back to stiffness.
"You're so gorgeous, baby." he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Every inch of you is perfect... especially this sweet little pussy."
Haerin shivered at his words, her core clenching in anticipation. She reached down to guide his hand between her thighs, pressing his palm firmly against her slick mound.
"Show me how much you want me, Daddy," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Make me yours all over again."
With a low growl, her father complied, sinking two fingers knuckle-deep into Haerin's eager cunt. He pumped them in and out, curling them to stroke her sensitive inner walls, while his thumb circled her clit with deliberate slowness.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me already." he groaned, his own arousal surging at the feel of her velvety heat. "You really do crave my cock, don't you, baby?"
Haerin's only response was a breathy moan, her hips rocking against her father's hand as she sought more of that delicious friction. The combination of the warm water, his skilled fingers, and the filthy promises in his voice quickly pushed her toward the brink of another climax.
Her father added a third finger to her slick channel, scissoring them to stretch her open further. At the same time, he increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in firm circles.
"Gonna fill this tight little cunt with cum soon." he promised, his voice a guttural rasp of lust. "Mark you as mine, inside and out..."
Haerin's cries of pleasure echoed off the tiled walls as she hurtled toward her peak, her father's words and actions pushing her over the edge. With a sharp cry, she came undone, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed over her.
Panting heavily, Haerin slumped against her father's chest, her legs trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Her father lifted her up, Making Haerin instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him. As her father slowly sinking her cunt into his shaft. As her father's cock slid into her, Haerin let out a contented sigh, her body molding perfectly to his. She savored the feeling of being filled, complete, as if she'd finally found her missing piece.
Their kiss deepened, tongues dancing in a sensual tango as her father began to move, carrying her through the shower in a slow, sensual rhythm. Water cascaded over their entwined forms.
"Love you, Daddy.." Haerin breathed against his lips, her voice muffled but filled with genuine affection. "So much..."
Her father's reply was a low, rumbling purr, vibrating through his chest as he held her close. "Forever and always, baby girl." he vowed, his hands gripping her hips possessively as he continued to thrust into her welcoming heat.
Their lovemaking in the shower was a symphony of pleasure, the sound of water splashing against tile, their heavy breathing, and the occasional gasp or moan of ecstasy. It was a sensual, intimate dance, each movement choreographed to bring them both closer to the pinnacle of bliss.
As her father's thrusts grew more insistent, Haerin tightened her grip around him, her nails digging lightly into his back as she felt the familiar coil of tension building within her once more. She broke the kiss to press her forehead against his, her eyes locked onto his as she rode the crest of her impending climax.
"'Daddy... I'm gonna..." Haerin trailed off, her voice cracking with the effort of holding back.
Her father understood, his own release not far behind.
"Cum for me, baby." he urged, his voice a husky whisper against her ear. "Let go... I've got you."
With those words of encouragement, Haerin surrendered to the torrent of pleasure sweeping through her. A loud, keening cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching rhythmically around her father's pistoning cock.
The sensation of her inner walls milking him triggered his own climax. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt, spurting stream after stream of hot semen deep within Haerin's waiting womb.
Together, they rode the waves of their shared ecstasy, lost in the intimacy of the moment, the water still cascading over their entwined bodies as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.
At this point, Nobody can stop them for loving each other. For still crossing the line of a normal father and daughter relationship. To them, they needed each other. They may crossed the line, but the love for each other is obvious.
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WATERBOMB 2025 💦 - KAQUEENA👸










A lil dissapointed but even when this covered she's so damn hot
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Sleeping Pills

After Eunbi came back from Waterbomb. Due to the tiredness, she started to throw everything onto the sofa in her room, including her clothes and went to the bed to relax. Now, Eunbi was feeling so comfy after her back hit the sheets. She brought a blanket to cover herself and try to sleep.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t fall asleep because she was too tired. She looked at the clock beside her. It had been 20 minutes since she tried. After that, she realized that she had forgotten to do some of her activities. Eunbi grabbed her phone and opened her performance last evening.
Eunbi started fingering herself while watching the video, looking at the dancers behind her, remembering all the audience’s eyes on her as she danced. She knows that she’s hot. She knows that the eyes of the audience at the moment are full of desire, and she prays for that desire to be the same. Eunbi imagines herself with the boys around her, and they start to do the same thing, caressing her. The image of her imagination might not be as wild as you thought, but it’s enough to make her feel relieved.
Eunbi moaned with her eyes closed. Her moans and the sound of vaginal fluid when she was fingering echoed throughout the room without any concern for whether it was heard in the room next to her. Eunbi started using her fingers faster as she neared to climax, also imagining what would happen if she let the dancers do something more with her on stage, will the people down there get more jealousy?
Eunbi also massaged her own big saggy tits that nearly popped out of the loosely bra on stage. She might panic if it blobbed while doing her sideways choreography. But now, she might have let it happen and said it was an accident.
‘Ummm… Ahhh…. Fuck. Fuck me. Ahhhh… Destroy my pussy and tits. Pull my necklace hard and choke me. Ahhh… Fuck….’
She tried to create the sex scene in her head. At a random place, a random man in the festival put the dick inside her and try to fuck her, by pulling down her short jeans and white bikini panties, showing her wet pinky juicy vagina. Eunbi accepted it willingly and let him do what he wanted to meet the needs of both. She wants someone who fucks hard and also touch every parts on her body, banging in the Doggystyle and Missionary position, and sliding deeper until it hit the wall.
Then, Eunbi just cummed everywhere on her sheets, the water was around below her, the squirt just went down on the flow. Eunbi let out a big sigh after she spurted.
Eunbi trying to sleep again. But in her head, she still has those images that she tried to imagine. The image still struck in her mind. After that, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to bring the 7-inches dildo. Eunbi picked it up with the lubes and went back to her bed.
She thought again about the last evening. There was one man around there that's so handsome for her. He is definitely her type. Eunbi wants to suck and fuck him at the moment. Eunbi imagined the guy in front of her taking off his pants and letting her suck his dick. She take the position directly
Eunbi started to sucked on the dildo to create the saliva as a lube. Her sucking skill is so good, it might make a strong man’s legs shake. The tongue roaming around the toy, her deepthroat was reaching the entire length. Her sucking pace was fast which can make people cum in the blink of an eye. As time passed, she got sloppier, her dildo was covered in saliva. She could have thrown away her lubes.
The saliva stains were on the sheets, same as the squirt from the first time. After that, she changed the position, putting the dildo under her folds, poked and teased a little bit before putting the entire length inside her.
She screamed out a big groan. Again, she didn’t care about the neighbors anymore. Eunbi, sitting and pushing the whole dildo inside her, felt a little nauseated but still could continue. She slowly moved up. She felt a thrill and shivering entire body. After she adjusted to it, she started to go harder, moving all the way up and down but trying not to let it slip out. She feels like she is riding an imaginary man’s dick.
‘Oh.. Fuck, daddy. My body is yours. I give my whole body to this dick. I can fuck this dick for my entire life. F-Fuck… AHHH… Just make me cum. Just make me cum again. Make me cum over this dick, daddy. Oh my god.. F-FUCK’
Eunbi closed her eyes with her tense face. She bit her tongue because of the sensation. She made a sound in her head that the man was almost done, but the sound in the room was just her moaning and the bed squeaking. Eunbi goes faster to reach near her orgasm. She rides smoother than recently, not all the way up and all the way down.
‘AHHH.. FUCK.. MAKE M-ME FUCKING C-CUM ALREADY… OH MY G-GOD.. THIS DICK T-TREAT ME SO GOOD… MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A DICK ADDICTED… AH-AHHH'
Then, Eunbi came all over the place. Replace the first one. She removed herself from the dildo and covered it with her water. Her body was shaking when she got up and collapsed after that.
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Hot Sauce
tags: facefucking, blowjob, deepthroat, rough sex, throatfuck, public humiliation, dominant male, submissive female, spicy play, crying, gagging, degradation, forced exhibitionism, cum in mouth, power play, rough blowjob, tears, rough handling, no aftercare, messy
The hallway reeked of weed, leather, and sweat baked into old concrete.
Ahyeon shifted the warm pizza box against her hip, the glass bottle of hot sauce clinking faintly in the paper bag beneath. She double-checked the door number—805—and knocked.
Before her knuckles met wood a second time, the door swung open.
Tall. Shirtless. Chains glinting. Ink from his jaw to the waistband of sagging jeans. His eyes locked on hers with the slow curiosity of a wolf sizing up a smaller animal. Behind him, two more lounged in sunken armchairs, smoke curling between them.
“You got the wrong place,” the tall one said.
She held up the box. “Four cheese. Extra jalapeños. And…” She fished out the hot sauce. “You asked for this, right? Korean fire blend?”
He took the box, then the bottle, turning it over like it might explode.
“508, not 805,” he said flatly. “You new?”
Ahyeon nodded, flushed. “First week. I’m still getting used to the layout.”
He stepped back. “Come in.”
“I should—”
“Come in.”
The door clicked shut behind her.
Inside, the room pulsed with bass and the sweet, dizzying scent of weed and sweat. A humid heat pressed against her skin. She stood there, small and stiff, the empty bag still dangling from her hand.
The two seated men watched her openly, their gazes slow, undressing. The tall one set the pizza down on the coffee table, but not the hot sauce. He held it like it meant something.
“You know why this matters?” he asked, eyes never leaving hers.
Ahyeon shook her head.
He twisted off the cap. The air filled with a sharp, tangy heat—chili, garlic, vinegar. He tipped the bottle slightly and let a crimson stream snake across the cheese.
“Because some things are only good when they burn a little.”
She swallowed. Her mouth was dry.
“Take your coat off,” he said.
She didn’t move.
He started circling her. Slow. Deliberate. The sound of the trap beat dipped, slowed like a heartbeat. His breath hit the back of her neck, warm and spiced.
“You mess up a delivery,” he murmured, “you mess with my night.”
“I—I didn’t mean to—”
He touched her shoulder with just his fingertips. She flinched.
“I’m not mad,” he said. “Yet.”
“I really need to go,” she whispered, glancing at the door. “I have more runs.”
He came around to face her again. Lifted the bottle between them. The label read Hot Blood Fire in sharp red Hangul.
“You stay ten minutes, you leave with triple the tip. That fair?”
She hesitated. Then nodded.
The two on the chairs said nothing. Didn’t need to. Their silence was a fourth presence in the room. Heavy. Humming.
The man smiled—not soft, not cruel. Just sure. He held out the bottle like an offering.
“Pour it.”
Ahyeon reached for it slowly. Her fingers brushed his. The bottle was warm.
The silence thickened, broken only by bass vibrating up through the carpet and into her ankles.
Ahyeon stood frozen, breath shallow, heart rattling like a bird beating against its cage.
Behind her, the boss moved slow—predator-sure. His palm landed on her shoulder. Heavy. Warm. Patient.
“You’re shaking.”
“I should go,” she said, voice cracking under tension.
His hand slid lower. Not rough. Not rushed. He traced the line of her collarbone through the fabric, then dipped—knuckles brushing the zipper of her company jacket, nudging it down an inch. Then another.
She flinched. “Please, I need to—”
“Hush.”
His breath coasted over her ear, rich with smoke and something hotter—chili and heat and want.
Then he let go.
He dropped onto the couch with a slow exhale, legs spread wide, gold chain resting against his sternum like a crown. Watching. Waiting.
“Kneel.”
She didn’t move.
“I’m not gonna touch you unless you stay,” he said. “But I’ll sit here and let you decide how this night ends.”
Ahyeon swallowed. Her jacket hung open halfway now, the cool air kissing the top swell of her breasts through the thin tank beneath.
“I just deliver food,” she whispered. “That’s all I do.”
“Tonight, you delivered more than pizza.” His gaze roamed slow and hungry. “That breath. That mouth. That skin under company cotton. You walked in with all of it.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“But you did.”
His voice was quiet, but it owned the room. It curled around her like a rope.
“I’m new,” she said, softer. “I don’t know the rules.”
“I’ll teach you,” he said, voice like molasses. “But only if you’re on your knees, looking up.”
Ahyeon’s legs trembled. She looked at the door—then back to him. Still. Still watching. Still patient.
“Clock’s ticking,” he said, head tilting. “Seven minutes left.”
She dropped to her knees.
The carpet scratched her skin through the tights. Her jacket slipped wider open.
He didn’t move.
“Open it.”
She hesitated. Then tugged the zipper down the rest of the way.
His eyes flickered. Not with surprise. With approval.
“Tank too.”
Ahyeon’s fingers trembled as she peeled the tank up and over her head. Her breasts spilled free—soft, flushed, peaked from the chill. Her nipples tightened under the open air and his stare.
He still hadn’t touched her.
“You feel that?” he asked, voice a shade lower. “The way they ache without even being touched?”
She nodded, barely.
“That’s not fear, baby.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “That’s want.”
The music thrummed. Her nipples throbbed with every bass beat, every second of tension.
He brought the hot sauce bottle back into his hand. Uncapped it. Held it up like a toast.
“Spicy, yeah?”
She nodded again.
“Let’s see how much heat you can handle.”
The carpet was rough under her knees, pressing patterns into her skin as she settled between his thighs.
Ahyeon’s jacket lay somewhere behind her. Her tank top was bunched at her waist. The room still throbbed with trap bass and testosterone.
The boss leaned back, pants open, cock thick and rising in his hand. He held the hot sauce bottle in the other.
“You like spicy, right?” he said, breath shallow. “So do I.”
She blinked. “Wait—what are you—”
He unscrewed the cap and poured.
The sauce dripped in slow lines down the shaft, seeping into every crease, glistening red and slick. He hissed, jaw clenching.
“Fuck.” His eyes rolled slightly. “Burns already.”
“Are you serious?” Ahyeon backed slightly. Her mouth felt dry. “That’ll hurt.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and guided her forward. Not harsh. But firm.
“Then blow carefully,” he said through gritted teeth. “Make me forget the pain.”
She hesitated. The scent hit her first—chili, vinegar, garlic, sweat. Her eyes watered before her mouth even touched him.
Still, she leaned in.
One lick. Just a test. Her tongue met the heat—literal, searing—and he jolted.
“Shit!” he gasped. “Again.”
She licked again. Slower this time, dragging her tongue under the shaft where sauce pooled. His hips twitched. His grip in her hair tightened.
“You little fuckin’—ngh!”
It hurt him. She could see it. But he wanted it. Needed it.
She wrapped her lips around the head, careful not to inhale too fast. Her tongue swirled over the heat, spreading it.
He screamed—half agony, half ecstasy. His thighs tensed under her hands.
“Holy fuck. That’s it. That’s fucking it.”
She pulled back, coughing. Her lips tingled. Her own mouth was on fire now.
“I can’t—” she started.
But he yanked her back.
“You can.”
Then he began to move. Slow thrusts at first. Her jaw ached instantly, the burn coating every inch of him.
He fucked her face like he’d lost control. The heat, the pain, her wet lips—it pushed him past something.
He roared, a broken, guttural sound as he thrust harder. She gagged, her nose pressed to his skin, the burn catching in her throat.
Spit and sauce mixed. Her eyes streamed. Still, she didn’t stop.
She couldn’t stop.
“Take it,” he panted. “It’s yours now. That mouth is mine.”
The other two watched silently, smoke curling in the air. She was past shame. Past hesitation.
Her world was heat. Wet. Surrender.
When he finally came, it was violent—his whole body clenched. He poured into her mouth, and she swallowed without thought. Her tongue was numb. Her lips tingled like they'd kissed a live wire.
Then he pulled out, breathing like a man who’d just survived drowning.
“Fuck,” he muttered, staring down at her. “That was… new.”
Ahyeon barely had time to breathe before he pushed her onto her back. Her legs parted on instinct.
But he didn’t fuck her again. Not now.
Instead, he stood, zipped up, and gestured lazily. “Get dressed.”
She blinked, dazed. “What?”
“You gotta go. We got business.”
“But the pizza—”
“Gone. And your tip? Consider it spent.”
The room tilted. She scrambled up, tank twisted, no bra, no dignity. Her thighs stuck together. Her chin dripped. Her lips burned.
One of the seated men tossed her jacket. She caught it with fumbling hands.
“Door’s there, sweetheart,” the boss said, already lighting a cigarette. “Tell your manager whatever story keeps you employed.”
She opened the door with shaking fingers. The hallway air hit her like ice.
Bare thighs. Jacket zipped to her throat. No underwear. No pizza. No tip.
She walked fast, head down, heat blooming in her face as she passed another guest.
What do I even say? she thought. Wrong room? Mugged? Threw up and left?
Her lips still tingled. Her jaw still throbbed.
And her manager would ask why she came back empty-handed and red-eyed.
She didn’t have the answer. Not yet.
But whatever excuse she made— it wouldn’t be the truth.
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Pizza Delivery
TripleS Kim Chaewon x M Reader
Tags: CNC, Rough, Corruption, Submissive, Breeding

Another pizza order came. Chaewon gently puts the pizza box on her scooter's delivery box then started to drive towards to the customer's location.
After a while, She's infront of the apartment building. Suddenly felt hungry. She secretly opens the pizza box, pulls out a slice of pizza then sneakily eats it. After that, She closed the box and ties it like nothing happened.
This is the first time she did that. She knows it's wrong but she's hungry and tempted.
"Hello sir? This is pizza delivery." She knocked on the door. acted like she didn't ate customer's pizza earlier. You opened the door. Almost gonna take the pizza from her hands when you noticed a sauce around her lips. Your mood changed instantly.
"Can you open the pizza box for me? I just want to check something." Chaewon slowly nods then opens the pizza box infront of you.
She looked at your eyes, Her heart was racing rapidly, both from hunger and nervousness about getting caught.
You suspicion is right. You pulled out your phone to take a picture of her and your pizza.
Holds her arm tightly when she's planning to run away from you. You almost got me if it wasn't the sauce around your lips, Darling. How can you compensate this? I even gave a tip for you and this is what you did to my pizza? Did you know that I can report this and go to jail? She tried to get away from you but you held her firm.
P-please, let me explain! It's just... I get really hungry and I couldn't help myself! Tears began to well up in her eyes as she pleaded with you, hoping to talk her way out of this situation.
I promise I won't do it again! Just please don't call the police or anything! I need this job to survive...
You chuckled at her response. Is your manager not feeding you well or you are just a little greedy monster?
Pulls her close to you. The pizza box dropped on the floor. Your gaze still pierced at hers. Empty promises won't do anything, darling. You need to get punished to learn your lesson.
Harshly pushed her to the couch. You locked the door and slowly approached her. She let out a startled yelp, her body tensing up in anticipation of pain. But when she saw you unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your sweat-drenched chest, a shiver ran down her spine I'll make sure you can't walk straight after your punishment.
W-wait, what are you doing?! She stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
She watched, transfixed, as you approached her, your muscular physique glistening with sweat.
Please, don't do this, sir. I'm.. I'm virgin... She whispered, her resolve crumbling under the intensity of your gaze. As you loomed over her, She couldn't help but imagine what kind of "punishment" you had in store for her. Pinned her down on the couch. Your hands grip tight on her wrists above her head, your face inches from hers. You lick your lips, savoring the fear and desire in her eyes. Virgin you say? Darling, you're the one who took a bite out of my pizza without permission. You should expect some consequences.
You leans to her ear and whispers. Now, let's see how you handle my punishment. Nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply. Mmm, you smell delicious. Like pizza and sweat.
Suddenly, I clamp my mouth over her pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. My other hand roams freely, groping and squeezing her perky breasts through her uniform top.
Ah! Stop, please... Her words dissolved into breathy pleas as you continued your assault on her senses, your hands roaming her body with a possessive hunger that left her weak in the knees.
The sensation of your hot mouth on her skin, combined with the rough squeeze of your fingers on her sensitive breasts, sent jolts of pleasure-pain coursing through her. She writhed beneath you, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her top.
N-no more... I can't take it... Ignoring her protests, You continued your assault, your hands sliding lower to grab her ass cheeks, kneading them roughly through her pants. You release her wrists only to rip off her top, exposing her pert breasts to your hungry gaze.
Look at these... perfect tits. Made for punishing, aren't they? You pinched and tug at her nipples, relishing in her gasps and whimpers. Your cruel treatment of her sensitive nipples sent waves of agony and ecstasy crashing over her, her body trembling with the intense sensations.
With a swift motion, You flip her over onto her stomach, pulling her pants and underwear down to her ankles. You give her ass a hard slap, watching the red handprint bloom on her creamy skin.
Now, beg for mercy like a good girl. You demand, rubbing your throbbing erection against her exposed rear. Maybe I'll consider going easy on you...
Ahhh! Please, stop... She begged, her voice choked with tears. But even as the words left her lips, She couldn't deny the forbidden thrill coursing through her, the dark pleasure of being dominated so thoroughly.
M-mercy... I'll do anything... She whimpered, her pride shattered under your relentless torment.
Smirks as she begs for mercy, clearly enjoying the power trip. Anything, huh? Well, since you asked so nicely...
You grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. Leaning in, you whisper hotly in her ear. Open wide, slut. Time to swallow your punishment.
Without waiting for a response, You pulled out your thick, erect cock and force it past her lips, groaning at the warm, wet embrace of her mouth.
That's right, take it all. Choke on my dick like the naughty little pizza thief you are. You thrust deep, using her hair as leverage to fuck her face roughly. Tears streamed down her face as you forced your cock into her mouth, the sudden intrusion making her gag.
Mmph... She moaned around your shaft, the salty taste of your pre-cum mingling with the bitter flavor of submission. Each powerful stroke hit the back of her throat, making her choke and sputter.
Your grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to take every inch of your thick meat. She could feel your balls slapping against her chin with each ruthless pump, the lewd sound echoing in the room.
Y-yes, sir... I'm sorry... Grunting with pleasure, You watched her struggle to accommodate your size, her tear-streaked face a picture of desperation and submission. The sight only fuels your lust, and you fuck her mouth harder, determined to break her completely.
That's it, take it like a good little cum slut. You growled, your hips snapping forward with reckless abandon. You love having your throat used, don't you?
Feeling your orgasm building, you reach down to fondle her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples harshly. Get ready to swallow my load, bitch. I'm gonna fill your belly with my hot seed.
With a final, brutal thrust, You explode in her mouth, pumping jet after jet of thick cum down her throat. You hold her head in place, ensuring not a drop escapes as you ride out your climax. She swallowed reflexively, trying to take it all, but the sheer volume was overwhelming. She choked and spluttered, her eyes watering as you pumped load after load into her mouth.
Glkkk... glkkk... She managed to gag out, her nose pressed against your groin as I struggled to keep up with his relentless ejaculation.
Finally, with a guttural groan, you pulled out, your semi-erect cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop. She stumbled down to the couch, gasping for air, her mouth and throat burning from the abuse.
Watching her collapse, You felt a sense of satisfaction. She's broken, utterly submissive to your will.
We're not done yet, pet. You wiped a stray strand of hair from her flushed face, your fingers lingering on her cheek.
Spreading wide her legs to expose her glistering tight sex. Before she could process what was happening, your face was buried between her thighs, your tongue delving into her dripping folds with no warning.
AAAHHH! Oh god, yes! She moaned uncontrollably, her hips bucking against your ravenous mouth. The intense stimulation of your tongue and lips on her sensitive clit sent shockwaves of pleasure through her core.
Don't stop... please... She panted, her nails digging into the couch cushions as she surrendered to the onslaught of sensations. With each swipe of your tongue, each suckle on her swollen nub, She felt myself teetering on the brink of another explosive climax. Laps and sucks at her dripping cunt, reveling in the sweet taste of her arousal. Her desperate pleas only spur you on, Your tongue probing deeper, flicking against her g-spot with deliberate intent.
You like that, don't you? Being eaten out like a filthy whore... You murmur against her slick flesh, the vibrations sending shivers through her trembling body.
Two fingers plunge into her tight hole, curling to rub that special spot inside as you continue to devour her clit. You can feel her walls clenching around your digits, her juices flowing freely.
Cum for me, slut. Soak my face with your dirty juices. You command, my voice muffled by her pussy. Her entire world narrowed to the exquisite torture of your tongue and fingers, the relentless assault on her most sensitive areas driving her to the edge of madness.
YES, YES, OH GOD, YES! She screamed. back arching off the couch as the pressure built to an unbearable crescendo. With a final, brutal thrust of your fingers, she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.
AAAAHHHHH!!! She wailed, her inner muscles clamping down hard on your invading digits as she gushed, drenching your fingers and mouth in her release. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, leaving her spent and quivering in its aftermath.
P-please... I can't... No more... She whimpered. Hernbreath coming in ragged gasps as she slowly descended from the heights of bliss. Licks and sucks her pulsating clit clean, relishing in the taste of her climax. Once you drained every last drop, You withdrawed your fingers from her twitching cunt, bringing them to your mouth to lap up the remaining essence.
Mmm, delicious. You purr, your eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as you admire her debauched state. You make such a pretty mess when you cum, pet.
Standing up, You towering over her, your rigid cock rubs her wet abused entrance.
But we're far from done. It's time to put this greedy hole to proper use. You shoved your cock inside her wet pussy. Slowly penetrating her tight inner walls. You can tell she's a virgin. A blood-curdling scream tore from her throat as you brutally impaled her on your throbbing cock, the sudden invasion tearing through her virginity like a knife. Blinding pain seared through her lower abdomen. Her screams of pain is like a music to your ears. She's trashing her head and sobs in pain.
AAAGGGHHHH! NOOOO! IT HURTS! She howled, her fingernails scratching at his arms as shebtried to make you stop, but you didn't. Tears poured down her face.
Please, stop... it's too much... She sobbed, her voice cracking with anguish. You seen your shaft is coated by her blood. Sign that you successfully got her precious virginity.
Groans in pleasure as her tight, virgin cunt grips your cock like a vice. The pain in her eyes only makes you harder, more aroused.
Shh, it's okay, baby girl. Just relax and let me stretch this tight little pussy out for you. You coo sadistically, leaning down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, muffling her cries.
Start moving your hips, Roughly fucking her, not giving her body time to adjust to your size. Each thrust pushes her further onto the couch, her ass lifting off the couch.
Look at you, taking it so well already. Such a good little cum slut, aren't you? You praised, your voice low and husky with desire. You were made for this, for being fucked raw and filled with cum.
The pain was still there, a sharp, stabbing ache with every brutal thrust, but beneath it, she felt something else building - a twisted sort of pleasure. Each forceful penetration sent jolts of sensation through her core, making her thighs tremble and toes curl.
N-no, it's not right... She protested weakly, even as her body began to respond, her hips starting to meet yours in a desperate bid for relief. I didn't ask for this... Being raped by a monster like you...
But the words died on her lips as you claimed het mouth again, your tongue dominating hers in a ruthless kiss. She melted into you, her resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensation.
Ah! Ah! Yes... please... She whimpered against your lips, her hands wrapped around your neck as she clung to you, lost in the chaos of conflicting emotions and desires.
Smirks against her lips, feeling her begin to surrender to the pleasure despite herself. Her whimpers and moans are music to my ears.
That's it, pet. Let go and enjoy it. You know you want this, crave being used and filled. You break the kiss to growl in her ear, your hot breath fanning across her skin.
You started pounding into her harder, faster, the sound of bodies slapping together echoing through the room. Your balls slap against her ass with each powerful thrust.
You're going to take all of me, every inch. And then I'll fill you up with my seed, mark you as mine inside and out. You will be my cum dumpster.
Leaning down, you bite and suck at her neck, marking her as you fuck her senseless, claiming her as your own personal plaything.
Pleasure and pain blurred together as you ravaged her, each brutal thrust pushing her closer to the edge again.
Yes, yes, I want it... Harder... faster... She begged, her voice a breathy moan as she felt the tension coiling tighter within her once more. I'm so close... don't stop...
Your brutal stimulation of her clit sent her hurtling over the precipice once more. She came with a shriek, her vision whites-outting as pleasure ripped through her like a wildfire.
AAAHHHHHHH!!! She howled, her inner muscles clenching and spasming wildly around your pistoning cock as she gushed, drenching your cock.
Y-you monster... She panted, her body trembling and slick with sweat as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax. You're going to make me addicted to this... to you...
Even as she spoke the words, she knew they were true. In this moment, with your cock buried deep inside her and your dominant presence looming over her, Shebcraved nothing more than to be used and abused by you again and again.
You continued to thrust into her, prolonging both pleasure as you chase your own climax.
Fuck, you're incredible... You grunt, you movements becoming erratic as you near the brink. I fucking love your pathetic slutty body.
With a final, savage thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her and explode, painting her insides with thick ropes of cum. Filling up her womb.
Take it all, you dirty little cum slut. You growl, your cock jerking and pulsing as you emptied yourself into her welcoming heat. Every last drop belongs to you now.
As you flooded her depths with your scorching release, She felt a strange sense of completion, as if thus twisted union had been meant to happen all along. Your cum filled her to the brim, the sensation of being so thoroughly marked and claimed sending shivers down her spine.
Oh god... She breathed, her body still quaking with the remnants of her own orgasm as she felt your cock softening inside her, Your seed leaking out to coat my thighs. I can't believe... this is all happening...
Chuckles lowly, felt satisfied punishing her well from her wrongdoing. You slowly pulled out of her, watching in satisfaction as your cum drips from her stretched, well-fucked hole.
Mmm, Pretty sure you liked how submissive you are. How I dominate you easily. This won't be our last time, Chaewon.
And who knows? Maybe I'll introduce some new toys and techniques to keep things interesting. After all, a master's work is never done when it comes to breaking in his favorite little slut. Now.. lay down on your stomach again.
A shiver ran through her at your words, anticipation coiling in her belly as she complied, rolling onto her stomach and presenting herself once more, Her skin still flushed and damp with sweat.
Yes, Master... whatever you desire. She whispered, her voice husky with need and submission.
Please... show me no mercy. I'm just your little pizza thief. She pleaded, her eyes glazed with a mix of fear and eager desire.
Smirks at her submission to you. You spanked her butt few times then spread it to expose her tight rear hole.
Oh.. You'll going to love this as well.. Slowly shoves your cock inside her tight rear hole. A sharp cry escaped her lips as you pushed past the initial resistance, forcing it's way into her virgin ass. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but beneath the discomfort, She felt an illicit thrill at being taken so intimately.
Ahhh! Oh god, it's so big... She whimpered, her hands scrabbling at the couch as she tried to adjust to the invasion. You're splitting me open... Fuck...
Despite the discomfort, she couldn't deny the forbidden pleasure of having you claim her most private entrance. As you started to move, your thick cock dragging against sensitive nerves, She found herself arching back, seeking more of that delicious friction.
Ahhh... Master... I feel full... She panted, her voice ragged with need. More... please...
Grunts, feeling her tight asshole gripping your cock tightly as you pushed deeper. Fuck yeah, you're mine now... every hole, every inch of you belongs to me.
Starts to thrust harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as you take her rough. You're such a good little slut, taking my cock so well in your ass... Leans over her, biting and sucking on her neck as you fuck her. It made her moan loudly, the added stimulation of your mouth on her sensitive skin making her even more sensitive to your powerful thrusts into her ass.
Ah-ahh-yes! Right there, Master! Cried out, her voice high-pitched and desperate as she rock back to meet your strokes, craving more of that intense pleasure-pain. Don't stop, please... Punish your slut harder!
The coil of tension in her lower belly starts to wind tighter once more, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations of being taken so brutally, so completely. She knew shebwon't last long under your relentless pace.
I'm... I'm gonna come again... She warned breathlessly, her hips bucking erratically as she teeter on the edge.* Fill me up, Master... claim my ass as yours too!
Snarls in approval, pounding into her ass even harder, determined to make her cum on your cock. Do it, slut! Cum for me while I fill your filthy hole!
Reaches around to rub her clit in time with your thrusts, pushing her closer to the edge. Let go, pet. let other hear who you belong to.
Continues to fuck her mercilessly, chasing your own impending orgasm as you feel her ass start to spasm and clench around your shaft.
Her world narrows to the relentless pounding of your cock in her ass, the frantic rubbing of your fingers on her clit, until finally, She hurtling over the precipice once more.
AAAAHHHHHHH!!! M-Master!! She wailed, her voice cracking as she come undone, her body convulsing violently as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over.
Fill me up, Master! Give me everything! She sobbed, her inner muscles clamping down hard on your driving cock as she milking you for all your worth, desperate to feel you erupt inside her once more.
Fuck yes, take it all! Milk my cock dry, you filthy little cumslut!
With a final, brutal thrust, You buried yourself to the hilt in her spasming hole and unleash a torrent of hot semen deep inside her, filling her womb with your essence.
That's it, pet... take your master's load... You're mine now, forever and always...
She collapsed onto the couch, utterly spent and overwhelmed by the intensity of lovemaking. Herbbody trembles with aftershocks, your cum seeping out of her ravaged holes to stain the sheets beneath her.
Y-yes, Master... I'm yours... She whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.* Forever and always...
A tear slips down her cheek, not from pain or sadness, but from the profound sense of belonging and acceptance she never known before. In your arms, She found a twisted sort of happiness, a purpose as your plaything and slave.
Thank you... for breaking me in... She murmurs, a faint, dazed smile curving her lips as she yawned in exhaustion. You wrapped your arms around her in a warmly embrace.
Sleep well, pet. You don't have to work as a delivery rider from now on, because you will work to serve me. You will live here with me.
Stirs slightly at your words, a flicker of unease mixing with the lingering post-coital haze. A sense of relief washes over her, followed by a quiet thrill at the prospect of devoting herself fully to you.
Okay, Master... I understand.. I'll give up my job and live with you. I want to serve you, to be yours in every way.
A contented sigh escapes her lips as she snuggles deeper into you, feeling safe and cherished in your embrace. Despite the unconventional nature of this situation, she knows she's found her place in life, and it's right here beside you.
Thank you, Master... for giving me a home and a purpose.
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DON'T STOP THERE
Isa x Male Reader
Requested by: @thighsa
tags: anal riding, forced edging, surprise vaginal creampie, breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, overstimulation

It started with late-night study sessions.
You weren’t even close at first. Just classmates with overlapping circles and enough shared silence to be friendly. Isa was sharp—quick to laugh, sarcastic, the type who always made an offhand comment that stuck in your head for hours after. You didn’t think she even knew your name until she said it one night, alone in the library, lips curled around the syllables like she’d been practicing.
“Hey. You gonna keep pretending you don’t stare at me, or are you gonna ask for my number already?”
You blinked over your laptop screen, heart thudding. Her voice was low. Almost amused.
“I—I wasn’t—”
She leaned over the table. Her hoodie slipped off one shoulder. “C’mon. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”
That was Isa. Always pushing. Always playing.
One study session turned into two. Then five. Then you were hanging out in your apartment because she claimed the campus library “smelled like wet socks and disappointment.” She was always stretched across your bed in tight biker shorts, pretending to read while you tried not to let your eyes wander.
She noticed every time.
“Don’t be shy,” she teased one night, flipping over onto her stomach, ass in the air, legs kicking lazily. “You’re the one who let me come over like this. You’re the perv.”
“I didn’t—” You swallowed hard. “You said we were gonna study.”
“Oh, baby,” she purred, “I’ve been studying you.”
You should’ve known what she was doing. Isa liked control—liked to watch you squirm. And tonight was no different. She stayed late. Too late. The clock passed midnight and she made no move to leave, only stared at you with that cat-like smile while hugging your pillow to her chest.
“You gonna offer me something to drink or just keep being a terrible host?” she asked.
You stood up automatically, awkward. “Uh, yeah, sure. I have—”
But she followed you into the kitchen.
That was when it happened. The tension had been thick for weeks. You brushed past her and she didn't move. You turned to hand her a drink, and she took it—only to set it on the counter, eyes still on you.
Then she said it.
“Wanna know a secret?”
You froze. “…What kind of secret?”
She stepped in closer, just a few inches away now. Her perfume hit you—sweet vanilla and something heavier. Musky.
“I get so wet when I think about you fucking me in the ass.”
Your brain short-circuited.
She was watching you closely now, lips parted, eyes flicking to your throat, your mouth, the way your jaw clenched.
“I can feel you looking at it every time I wear those little shorts,” she whispered. “You like how tight it is? How soft?”
“I—” Your mouth was dry. “Isa, are you serious right now?”
She leaned in, whispering hot into your ear. “Touch me. Right now.”
You did.
Your hands found her hips before your brain caught up. She gasped—quiet but real—and her back arched just enough for her ass to press against your crotch. You groaned.
“Mmm,” she purred, grinding back. “That’s it. You’ve been hard for me for weeks, haven’t you?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your hand slid down her thigh, gripping her ass—full, round, perfect. She moaned when you squeezed, and again when your fingers slid between her cheeks.
“Fuck—yes, there,” she gasped. “God, I’ve been dreaming about this.”
She turned around and kissed you hard—biting, needy, full of tongue and breathless hunger. Her hands were already tugging your shirt up, dragging her nails across your stomach as she pulled it off.
“Bedroom,” she panted. “Now.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
She was already naked by the time you got there—sprawled on your bed, legs open, fingers teasing her entrance but not going inside. She smiled lazily.
“Don’t just stand there. Come and get me.”
You knelt between her legs and kissed her thighs first, just to see her squirm. She was wet—soaking, dripping onto your sheets. But she grabbed your hand and dragged it back behind her.
“No,” she breathed. “Don’t you dare start there.”
You hesitated. She locked eyes with you.
“I want it in my ass,” she whispered. “You’re gonna stretch me open and fuck me stupid, baby. That’s all I’ve wanted.”
You moaned like an animal, and she laughed softly.
“Get the lube,” she whispered. “Top drawer.”
You grabbed it with trembling hands.
“Start slow,” she said, face down now, ass high, cheeks spreading as she reached back. “Finger me first. I want to feel every inch.”
You obeyed. Carefully.
Your finger slid in—tight, warm, velvet wrapped in heat. Isa whimpered, clutching your sheets.
“Fuuuck, yes,” she groaned. “More. Give me more.”
You pushed in a second, twisting gently, working her open while she gasped into the pillows. Her thighs trembled.
“You hear that?” she said breathlessly. “That’s how ready I am. I’ve been wet all night just thinking about you using my ass like it’s yours.”
You were leaking now, painfully hard, and she looked back over her shoulder.
“Condom,” she said. “Now.”
Once you rolled it on, she reached between her legs and spread herself wide.
“Fuck me,” she hissed. “Don’t be gentle. I want to cry for you.”
You pushed in slowly. She was tight, impossibly so, and her moan cracked halfway through.
“Ohhh—fuuuuck yes—just like that—”
You bottomed out and froze, panting.
“Don’t stop,” she groaned. “Fucking move, baby—ruin me—”
You pulled out halfway and thrust back in. Her body jolted. She clawed at the mattress, eyes rolling back.
“Ah—ah—yes, yes—harder—fuck—my ass is yours—!”
You gripped her waist and pounded into her, hips slapping against her perfect cheeks, the sound filthy and wet. Isa was a mess beneath you—drooling, moaning, her voice hoarse from how loud she got.
“Oh fuck—fuck—I’m cumming—cumming from my ass—!”
You didn’t stop. Not until she was shaking, writhing, sobbing into the sheets from the overstimulation.
And then she turned around—face flushed, makeup smeared, hair wild.
“Again,” she gasped. “Get behind me again. I wanna be full all fucking night.”
You nodded, dizzy with lust, and she smirked.
“You’re addicted now, aren’t you?”
You didn’t answer.
You were already grabbing the lube again.
She was on her knees again—sweaty, trembling, flushed red across her cheeks and chest—but that damn look was still in her eyes.
Hungry.
Insatiable.
You sat on the edge of the bed, your cock throbbing, twitching from the last round where you barely held back from cumming inside her tightest hole. Isa reached for you immediately, fingers wrapping around your shaft like it was hers—because tonight, it was.
“Still so hard,” she murmured, running her thumb slowly over your leaking tip. “Mmm… you really didn’t cum for me?”
You shook your head, voice raw. “You told me not to.”
She smirked, eyes full of wicked heat. “Good boy.”
And then—without a word—she got off the bed, turned around, and climbed back up onto your lap, ass first. Her cheeks pressed against your thighs as she leaned forward, arching her back so you could see everything.
Her hole was glistening. Loose. Twitching from being stretched just minutes ago.
“Still open for you,” she whispered, looking back with a sinful little grin. “You’re gonna fill it again, aren’t you?”
You groaned, your hand instinctively going to her waist.
But Isa had other plans.
She reached between her legs and lined you up herself, grinding her ass back against you in slow, agonizing circles, letting the head of your cock press against her sensitive rim. She moaned when it kissed her opening.
“Fucking—ahhh—yes,” she whined, “I can still feel you from before—”
You tried to push forward, but she slapped your thigh with surprising force.
“Nuh-uh. I take it when I want it.”
You froze. Gritted your teeth. She loved that.
Then—inch by inch—she sank down.
Her breath hitched. Her mouth fell open. “Oh my god—”
You felt every nerve fire in your spine as she slowly impaled herself on your cock again, her ass swallowing you with obscene tightness. Her body trembled, her fingers digging into the bedsheets for support as her hole stretched to accommodate you once more.
“Fuuuuck,” she groaned, voice shaking. “So fucking full again—baby, your cock is just perfect in my ass…”
You grunted, hands clutching her waist now, fighting the urge to slam her down completely. She started to ride—slow at first, her cheeks bouncing with every lift and drop, the wet sounds echoing through the room like sin.
You watched her back arch, her muscles tensing with every motion. She was shaking again, her moans getting louder, more desperate.
“Oh god—oh god—so deep—you’re hitting everything—ahh, fuck, I can’t—I can’t stop—”
She looked back, drool on her chin, eyes glassy. “You’re gonna ruin me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you growled, gripping her tighter, finally thrusting up hard. She screamed.
“AHH—YES, FUCK ME—JUST LIKE THAT—”
You took over.
Your hips pounded into her from below, your cock driving deep into her ass, over and over, faster, harder, relentless. Isa was a sobbing mess now, hair clinging to her damp skin, her ass clapping against your thighs as she took every inch.
And she loved it.
“*Yes, yes, yes—fuck me like a toy—*my ass is your toy, baby, I’m your fuckdoll, just keep using it—don’t stop—I don’t care if I scream—make me scream—”
Her hands reached back, spreading her cheeks wider for you. Her moans turned into strangled cries as your cock pounded her faster.
“I can’t—I’m gonna cum again,” she sobbed, voice cracking, “fuck, I’m cumming again from my ass—”
You felt her body spasm. Tighten. Pulse.
And you still didn’t cum.
Your balls were aching, heavy, full. You gritted your teeth as her ass milked your cock like it was trying to drain you dry.
But you held back.
“W-Why aren’t you—” Isa panted, head falling back, “—why aren’t you cumming yet?”
“Because you told me not to,” you said through clenched teeth.
Isa’s jaw dropped. And then she moaned—loudly, shuddering all over.
“Oh fuck—that’s so hot—fuck, I’m gonna ride you again—no breaks—no stopping—”
She climbed off only to flip around, straddling you now, grabbing your cock and lining it up again. Her thighs trembled as she sank down fast this time, her asshole stretching wide to take you whole.
And then she started bouncing. Wild. Desperate.
Her hands clawed your shoulders, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her ass took everything you gave and demanded more.
“Cum?” she gasped. “Do you wanna cum, baby?”
You growled. “Yes.”
Her pussy was leaking onto your stomach now, dripping slick and heat between you two.
“Too bad,” she whispered darkly. “You don’t get to. Not until I say so.”
She clenched her hole around you, grinning through her moans. “And I love watching you suffer.”
Your vision blurred.
Isa’s ass had been wrapped around your cock for what felt like hours.
And she wasn’t slowing down.
Still straddling your lap, she bounced like she was in a fucking trance—hands clinging to your shoulders, sweat dripping down her flushed chest, tits bouncing with every impact of her ass slapping down on your thighs.
Her moans were feral. Desperate. Loud.
And worst of all? You still hadn’t cum.
Every second was a cruel game. Every grind of her hips, every squeeze of her tight hole around your twitching cock—she kept you right there. Right at the edge.
“Still holding back for me?” Isa panted, forehead against yours, her lips curled into a smirk even while her voice cracked from screaming. “You’re such a good boy… letting me fuck the cum out of you but never giving in.”
You were soaked in sweat. Legs trembling. Your cock felt like it was going to burst.
“Fuck,” you growled. “Isa—please—I can’t—”
“You can,” she hissed, grinding down hard. “You will. Not yet. You’re gonna fill me when I say so, not before.”
She lifted herself slowly—agonizingly slow—letting your cock slide out of her tight ass until only the tip remained plugged inside.
She looked down between her legs and moaned at the sight. “Look at that. Your cock’s stretching my hole like it belongs there.”
Then she slammed back down.
You nearly lost it.
“Ohhh fuck—yes—there—there—fuck—” Isa was riding you harder than ever now, her ass swallowing you over and over, clapping down with wet slaps that echoed through the room. Her walls squeezed you relentlessly, her voice turning into nothing but broken cries.
And then she dropped low again, her mouth brushing your ear.
“Wanna cum?” she whispered.
You couldn’t even speak. Your jaw locked, your abs tensed. You were right there—right fucking there—
Isa felt it. She could feel your cock pulsing inside her, your balls tightening, your whole body trembling from holding it in.
And that’s when she did it.
She pulled off.
Completely.
Your cock popped out of her ass with a messy, wet sound, glistening with lube and her fluids, angry and twitching, throbbing in the open air.
“Wait—what are you—” you gasped.
But she was already grabbing your cock and slamming it straight into her pussy.
Raw.
Hot.
Wet.
You cried out—loud—your cock plunging deep into her cunt with a sickening, sinful squelch. Isa arched her back and screamed, her nails digging into your shoulders.
“FUCK—YES—INSIDE ME—NOW—CUM—CUM IN ME—”
You couldn’t stop it.
Your body took over. Your hips thrust up wildly, slamming into her over and over until your cock erupted—pulse after pulse of thick, desperate cum pouring into her soaking pussy.
You were groaning, panting, crushed under the weight of pleasure and confusion and raw bliss.
And Isa?
She was laughing.
Laughing like she just won.
“Ohhh, baby,” she moaned, voice thick with lust, “you came so much inside me—fuck—it’s all dripping into me—so hot, so full…”
You were barely conscious, head tipped back, cock still twitching inside her warmth.
That’s when she leaned in. Her breath hot on your ear.
“…I’m not on the pill.”
Your eyes snapped open.
“What?”
She bit your earlobe.
“I wanted it. I wanted to feel it. Wanted your cum flooding my pussy.” She rolled her hips, groaning softly. “Mmm—there it is—it’s still leaking out of me…”
“Isa—” you choked, mind spinning.
She kissed your neck—slow, almost loving—and whispered:
“You just gave me your babies, didn’t you?”
“You filled me up and now it’s all inside. Swimming. Planting itself deep in me.”
You tried to move—tried to pull out—but she clenched hard around you.
“No,” she breathed, eyes half-lidded. “Stay inside. I wanna feel it. I wanna keep it.”
You were speechless.
She grinned wider.
“Now you’re mine.”
Her hand dragged down your chest, her hips still grinding in lazy circles, letting every last drop of your cum drip deeper inside her.
“I’m gonna make you fuck me again before it leaks out,” she whispered. “And next time? We’re going back to my ass. But when you’re ready to cum…”
She kissed your lips, slow and filthy.
“You’ll finish here again. Where it counts.”
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Waterbomb (Nayeon)
Sky feels like a smoldering furnace of raw desire. The air is thick with sweat, heat, and the heady scent of lust, as the Waterbomb Music Festival pulses with roaring crowds, glowing sticks, and a chaotic sea of cheers. I’m standing in the VIP backstage lounge. Nayeon, who’s about to hit the stage for her solo promo. I’ve already cooked up a twisted, filthy game to push her to the edge of ecstasy.
The lounge reeks of their signature perfumes, mixed with the salty tang of sweat from their recent rehearsal, carrying a faint, intoxicating whiff of feminine allure. I pull a small, potent aphrodisiac pill from my pocket—custom-made for them, designed to set every nerve on fire and leave their pussies dripping like a flood. I grip Nayeon’s chin, forcing her to part those luscious red lips, revealing her pearly teeth and soft pink tongue, then shove the pill into her mouth. “Swallow it, Nayeon, you dirty little slut,” I growl. “Tonight, I want you writhing on that stage, letting the whole world see how I’ve fucked you senseless.” Her eyes flicker with a mix of shame and submission as her throat bobs, the pill sliding down. The drug hits fast—her cheeks flush a deep pink, her breathing quickens, and her chest heaves, the swimsuit straining over her trembling breasts, nipples hardening into tight little peaks beneath the fabric.
She’s wearing a sleek, high-neck one-piece swimsuit, deep blue and hugging her curves like a second skin. The neckline climbs to her collarbone, hiding her cleavage, but the fabric clings just enough to outline her full, round tits without revealing too much. It’s thin and tight, moving with her every step, adding a forbidden edge to her look. Before she heads out, I undo my belt slowly, fingers brushing the zipper, and before I can even pull it down, Nayeon drops to her knees like she’s been compelled by some primal urge. Her eyes burn with obedience and hunger, her lips parting to release a warm, sweet breath laced with that feminine scent. Without a word, her trembling hands yank down my boxers, and my cock springs free—rock-hard, like a heated steel rod, a few glistening drops of precum catching the light in a lewd shine. She moans, “Mmm… Master… so hard…” and takes the tip into her mouth, her tongue darting skillfully around the ridge, her warm mouth enveloping me in waves of tingling pleasure.
I lean down close, murmuring, “Nice one, Nayeon. You’re already serving Daddy’s cock—lick harder, let me hear that throat work.” Her head bobs slowly, lips sealed tight around me, a wet “gluck gluck” gurgling from her throat as saliva drips down my shaft, pooling on my balls with a sticky heat that makes me growl. One hand grips my base, thumb pressing into the throbbing vein, while the other massages my sack, her nails grazing the sensitive skin just enough to send a shiver through me. She looks up, eyes glazed with lust, spit dangling from her chin, and moans, “Mmm… ahh… Daddy… your cock’s so hot… I want to drain it dry…” Her tongue swirls around the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a wet “slurp” that tightens her throat around me like a snug little pussy. I grab her hair, guiding the rhythm, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She chokes out a muffled moan, tears and drool streaking her face, adding to the filthy beauty of it all. Her lips stretch wide, saliva spilling over her chin, soaking the edge of her swimsuit, her tits quivering beneath, nipples poking through the fabric like eager beacons. I order, “Open wider, Nayeon, take all my cum down your throat—don’t waste a drop!” With a final grunt, I erupt, hot streams flooding her mouth. She swallows hard, some spilling past her lips, dripping down her neck and staining her suit, the musky scent of my release filling the air. She licks up the remnants, panting, her gaze now dripping with submission and need.
I don’t give her a moment to catch her breath. From another pocket, I pull out a pink vibrator, smooth with tiny nubs designed to tease her most sensitive spots. I set it to low, the soft buzz humming to life, then tug down her denim shorts, revealing her damp panties. Her pussy’s outline shows through the thin fabric, lips swollen and glistening, a faint musky aroma wafting up like a siren’s call. I slide the toy into her panties, nestling it against her clit and between her folds, pressing until it’s snug in her slit. The vibration hums against her, and she jolts, letting out a stifled moan, “Mmm… Master… it’s… ahh… too much…” Her thighs clench instinctively, trying to dull the electric jolts, but the aphrodisiac has her pussy pulsing, juices trickling down her inner thighs, soaking her panties, the wet patch spreading with a potent sex scent.
I smirk, leaning to whisper in her ear, my tongue flicking her lobe with hot, wicked intent. “Hold it in, my filthy Nayeon. On that stage, I want the world to see you lose it to me.” I crank the remote to medium, and the toy’s buzz intensifies. Her legs buckle, nearly dropping her to the floor, her face flushing crimson, tits shaking under the suit, nipples jutting out harder. She bites her lip, struggling to stand, nodding with eyes full of surrender and desire, completely under my control. A staff member knocks, urging her on, and she stumbles toward the stage while I follow to the VIP area, remote in hand, ready to ramp up the torment and savor her debauched performance.
The stage lights wrap around Nayeon like lustful tendrils, her high-neck swimsuit clinging tighter as water cascades over her, tracing her curves. The deep blue fabric outlines her perfect shape, breasts rising without showing cleavage, adding a mysterious allure. The water drenches her, turning the suit semi-transparent, her nipples and the faint pink of her areolas peeking through under the harsh lights. Her shorts barely cover her plump ass, rips exposing the tender flesh of her upper thighs, the wet panty line clinging to her cheeks, hinting at the crease below and a shadow of pubic hair. Her juices and sweat mix, streaming down her legs, soaking the shorts, some dripping onto the stage with a lewd shimmer.
But her performance isn’t smooth. The aphrodisiac sets her body ablaze with uncontrollable need, her pussy feeling licked by invisible flames, each vibrator pulse striking her clit and deep inside like a live wire, nearly toppling her. She starts with steady dance moves, hips swaying, ass rolling, but when I switch the remote to medium, her legs tremble, juices leaking uncontrollably, staining her shorts with a dark patch. She bites her lip to stifle moans, face red, eyes hazy, like she’s drowning in pleasure. I’m not done—I toy with the settings, flipping between low, high, and medium, tormenting her sweet spots. When it spikes, she freezes, tits quaking, almost collapsing, whimpering, “Mmm… ahh… Master… help me…” The crowd thinks it’s part of the act, cheering louder, but I know she’s teetering on the edge, her pussy clenching, juices pooling on the stage, reeking of raw sex. I crank it to max—her legs give out, she nearly falls, clinging to the beat, a moan slipping out, “Daddy… I… ahh… can’t take it…” Her red hair tangles with sweat and water, tongue licking her lips, eyes begging me yet dripping with seduction. As she nears climax, her pussy spasms hard, a gush of fluid soaking her thighs, legs shaking uncontrollably—then I kill the vibe. She freezes, a flash of frustration and unfulfilled lust crossing her face, her hole still twitching, juices dribbling down as she bites her lip, pleading with her eyes for more.
After the show, the lights dim, and Nayeon staggers offstage, legs wobbling like jelly, her panties and shorts drenched, inner thighs slick with sticky fluid, droplets of cum hanging from the shorts’ edge, splashing the floor with each step. She bolts into the lounge, locks the door, and pounces on me like a horny beast, shoving me onto the couch. Her body presses against mine, tits mashed to my chest, hard nipples scraping through the suit, sending shocks through me. She gasps, voice hoarse and lewd, “Daddy… mmm… ahh… I can’t stand it… ha… the drug… the toy… it’s killing me… mmm… please… ahh… fuck my slutty hole with your big cock… ha… Master… give me your cum… ahh… I want to cum over and over…”
I seize her waist, pulling her close with a wicked grin. “Looks like my little slut’s desperate. Get on all fours—I’m going to break that pussy completely!” Her hands tear at my shirt, buttons popping, fingers raking my chest with hot trails before diving to my waist, ripping open my belt and yanking down my jeans and boxers. My cock’s steel-hard, precum oozing, the thick vein pulsing, tip purple and radiating heat. Her eyes gleam like a cat’s, moaning, “Mmm… ahh… so big… ha… so hard… mmm… Master… I want to lick your cock raw… ahh… let me taste your manly flavor…” She kneels, hands wrapping my base, thumb rubbing the slit, making me growl as precum drips onto her palm. She licks it off, purring, “Mmm… so salty… so thick…”
I loom over her, commanding, “Stop staring, Nayeon—open that mouth and treat my cock like your dinner!” She lowers her head, lips sliding over the tip, tongue flicking the ridge, her warm mouth engulfing me with tingling waves. Her head moves up and down, a wet “gluck gluck” from her throat as spit runs down my shaft, dripping on my balls, the sticky heat making me shudder. One hand kneads my sack, nails grazing, the other strokes my base, thumb pressing the vein, speeding up as she moans, “Mmm… ha… Master… your cock’s so hot… I want to please you… ahh…” Her tongue circles the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a “slurp” that tightens her throat around me like a pussy. Her lips stretch, saliva spilling down her chin, soaking her suit’s edge, tits jiggling, nipples straining the fabric. I grip her hair, growling, “Suck harder, Nayeon—make me feel your throat worshipping me!” She goes wild, tongue swirling the tip, throat sucking with force that nearly undoes me, spit dripping to soak my pants, the air thick with sex.
Her hands get bolder—one kneads my balls, the other digs nails into my ass, mixing pain with pleasure. She looks up, eyes lost, lips red and stretched, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… your cock’s so hard… ahh… I want to swallow it…” She takes me deep, throat clenching tight, a wet “slosh slosh” as her tongue laps my base, teasing my balls, then back to the tip, hitting every sensitive spot. I roar, “Perfect, Nayeon—keep deep-throating, I’m going to flood your stomach!” With a final grunt, I cum, hot jets pouring into her throat. She swallows, some leaking out, dripping down her neck, staining her suit, the musky scent overwhelming. She licks up the rest, panting, eyes burning with submission.
She pulls off, cum dangling from her lips, licking them clean, gasping, “Mmm… ha… not done… ahh… Daddy… fuck me… mmm… ram that big cock into my slutty hole… make me cum till I die…” I stand, grabbing her arm with a devilish smirk. “Then Daddy’s turning your pussy into my personal fuck-pit—get ready to scream!” I tug her shorts and panties to her thighs, exposing her soaked cunt—lips swollen, juices running down her legs, pattering the floor. Her clit’s puffed like a grape, glistening, her hole gaping slightly, pink flesh peeking out, reeking of ripe sex. She moans, “Mmm… ha… so wet… ahh… Master… please… mmm… wreck me… ha… fill my slutty hole… make me squirt…” She straddles me, hands on my shoulders, knees on the couch, ass lifted, easing onto my cock with a cry, “Ahh… mmm… so big… ha… it’s in… ahh… hitting my womb… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me to death…”
I growl, “Clamp that pussy, Nayeon—let me feel your walls sucking my cock!” Her insides grip me like a tight fist, hot as a furnace, folds wrapping my head like tiny mouths, each thrust shaking her depths, juices dripping down my base to the couch with a wet “squish.” Her walls are slick and scorching, ridges rubbing my shaft, her womb’s entrance sucking the tip, sending jolts of pleasure. She starts riding, each drop taking me fully, ass slapping my thighs with “smack smack” sounds, her moans mixing in, “Mmm… ahh… so deep… ha… Master… fuck me… mmm… ahh… so good… ha… your cock’s amazing…” Her hips roll like waves, swaying front to back, circling, each tilt grinding her depths against me, fluids spilling from our join, soaking the couch, the air heavy with sex. Her pussy clenches like a hungry mouth, folds massaging me, juices trickling down, hitting my legs with a strong musk.
I slide a hand over her swimsuit, saying, “Your tits are begging for it, Nayeon—I’m going to ruin them!” Though the cleavage’s hidden, I feel them quake under the fabric, grabbing the swell, squeezing hard, thumb rubbing her nipple till it juts out. She screams, “Ahh… mmm… hurts… ha… so good… ahh… Daddy… crush my nipples… mmm… ahh… Master… harder…” My other hand smacks her ass, leaving a red print, the flesh jiggling as she wails louder, “Mmm… ahh… harder… ha… Master… fuck me… ahh… so deep… mmm… ha… spank me again… ahh… make my ass red…” Her walls clamp, nearly making me burst, fluids gushing out, dripping with a lewd sound, her scent thick like she’s lost control. Her ass trembles under my thrusts, the shorts’ edge chafing her thighs, adding a taboo thrill. I slip fingers under her suit, pinching her nipple, twisting till it reddens, saying, “Your nips are rock-hard, Nayeon—Daddy’s turning them into toys!” She shrieks, writhing, her pussy tightening to swallow me whole.
She leans down, lips on mine, tongue invading as she moans into the kiss, “Mmm… ha… ahh… so good… mmm… Master… kiss me… ha… fuck my mouth with your tongue…” I reply, “Open wide, Nayeon—let my tongue drive you wild!” Her tongue dances in my mouth, sucking my tip, spit drooling down her chin, soaking her suit, the slick feel fueling my fire. Her tits press my chest, nipples like stones, sending shocks. She rides faster, breasts bouncing wildly, cries endless, “Ahh… mmm… so fast… ha… Daddy… you’re killing me… ahh… mmm… hitting my womb… ha… Master… deeper…” Her walls convulse, folds grinding me, her womb sucking hard, pleasure overwhelming. She climaxes with a scream, “Ahh… mmm… I’m cumming… ha… ahh… so good… mmm… my pussy’s splitting… ahh… Daddy… cum inside…” I roar, “Take it, Nayeon—Daddy’s filling your womb!” Her walls milk me dry as I shoot, hot floods pouring in, her moan, “Mmm… ha… so hot… ahh… so full… mmm… Master… in my womb… ha… fill me…” Cum and juices spill out, dripping down my balls, the sticky mess on my thighs reeking of sex.
She’s insatiable, kneeling on the couch, ass high, hands on the backrest, glancing back with sultry eyes, panting, “Mmm… ha… again… ahh… Master… fuck me from behind… mmm… ram me hard… make me scream…” I stand, slapping her cheek, saying, “Alright, Nayeon, Daddy’s pounding you into a puddle from the back—brace yourself!” I eye her gaping hole, lips raw, clit swollen, cum leaking, the entrance still pulsing for me. I shift her shorts further, exposing her ass and pussy, leaving the suit and shorts around her thighs, and thrust in deep. She shrieks, “Ahh… mmm… so deep… ha… it’s in… ahh… hitting my womb… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me to death…” Her legs quake, juices streaming down, pattering the couch, the musk hitting hard like proof of her total ruin.
We’ve been at it since dusk, the lounge now a haze of her moans and the slap of flesh, lights fading from warm dusk to murky night. I grip her waist, pounding relentlessly, each thrust bottoming out, her ass quivering with “smack smack” echoes, the flesh blooming red under my hands. I say, “Wiggle that ass, Nayeon—make it better for me!” Her cries flow, “Mmm… ahh… so thick… ha… hitting my womb… ahh… harder… mmm… Master… fuck me… ha… ahh… so deep… mmm…” Her walls are tight, burning, my earlier load squelching with each pump, her broken moans, “Ahh… mmm… so good… ha… deeper… ahh… Daddy… wreck my pussy… mmm… ha… ahh…” I smack her ass again, a red handprint forming, flesh jiggling as I growl, “Louder, Nayeon—let those screams shake the walls!” She turns, eyes dazed, lips bitten red, gasping, “Mmm… ahh… Master… fuck me… ha… harder… ahh… I need… mmm… destroy me… ahh… so deep… ha… Daddy… more…”
Her words ignite me further. I yank her hair back, arching her spine, tits flailing under the suit like ripe fruit. I reach around, squeezing the swell, pinching her nipple hard, feeling it stiffen through the fabric as she wails, “Ahh… mmm… hurts… ha… so good… ahh… Daddy… crush my tits… mmm… Master… fuck me… ha… ahh… amazing… mmm…” I say, “Your tits are bouncing like crazy, Nayeon—I’m squeezing till they beg!” Her walls clench, sucking me in. I speed up, each thrust shoving her forward, ass reddening, her screams peaking, “Ahh… mmm… cumming… ha… Master… you’re killing me… ahh… so good… mmm… cumming… ahh… ha… ahh… Daddy… cum in me…” Her voice cracks between sobs and pleas, walls gripping me tight. I shoot again, flooding her womb, her climaxing shriek, “Ahh… mmm… you came… ha… so hot… ahh… so full… mmm… Master… cumming… ahh… ha… ahh… Daddy… fill me…” Her pussy drains me dry, cum and juices gushing out, splattering my thighs, the couch a mess of sex.
She’s still hungry, turning to face me, bottom bare but suit and shorts tangled at her thighs, body marked with my scratches and bruises, tits bearing my fingerprints, thighs coated in cum and fluids, her pussy swollen and leaking, drops hitting the couch with wet plops. She licks her lips, moaning, “Mmm… ha… not done yet… ahh… Master… mmm… I want more… ha… again… ahh… Daddy… fuck me one more time…” I grin, “You greedy little slut, Nayeon—Daddy’s fucking you till your legs give out tonight!” Her voice is a spell I can’t resist, my cock hardening again, tip slick with her juices and my cum, the sticky feel keeping me on edge.
She pushes me down, straddling me for another round, her hole red and puffy but still tight, burning hot, walls enveloping me as she rides, tits bouncing wildly under the suit, moans nonstop, “Ahh… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me… ahh… I need… mmm… cumming… ahh… ha… Master… deeper…” I say, “Roll those hips, Nayeon—let me go deeper!” Her waist undulates like a snake, each drop slamming me to her womb, “smack smack” ringing out, juices flooding the couch. Her walls are a searing cave, folds grinding me, pleasure surging. Her pussy sucks like a mouth, folds massaging, fluids dripping down, hitting my legs with a strong musk. She leans in, tits on my chest, nipples like rocks, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so deep… ahh… you’re breaking me…” I retort, “Break then, Nayeon—your pussy’s my private fuck-hole, keep going!” I grab her tits, twisting the nipples, her scream, “Ahh… mmm… crush my tits… ha… so good… ahh… Master… harder…” Her walls clamp, I cum again, flooding her womb, her cry, “Ahh… cumming… ha… so hot… mmm… Daddy… fill me… ahh… Master… make me squirt…” A gush soaks me and the couch, the air thick with sex.
We plunge deeper into endless fucking, Nayeon’s pussy a ravenous beast, clenching my cock, the wet slaps and squelches echoing. She rides me through climax after climax, tits flopping, nipples like stones, dripping sweat and cum. Her walls are a blazing tunnel, folds ravaging my shaft, womb sucking the tip, pleasure unmatched. She moans, “Mmm… ha… Master… I love your cock… ahh… Daddy… more… make me your slave…” I say, “You’re already my slave, Nayeon—I’m fucking you till you beg!” I slap her ass, leaving red marks, pinching her nipples, her scream and squirt drenching me, fluids pooling, the musk overwhelming.
She collapses on me, gasping, eyes glazed, licking my ear, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… more… ahh… Master… fuck me forever…” I murmur, “Hold on, Nayeon—my mansion’s got worse in store, get up!” I flip her onto the couch, lifting her legs, shifting her shorts, ramming into her pussy. She shrieks, “Ahh… mmm… so deep… ha… Master… wreck me…” I pound hard, hitting her womb, the “slosh slosh” of cum and juices loud, her orgasms chaining, tits quaking, nipples red from my grip. She moans, “Mmm… ahh… Daddy… I’m cumming… ha… Master… cum again…” I growl, “Another load, Nayeon—your womb’s taking all my seed!” I erupt, filling her, overflow spilling out, soaking the couch.
We decide to head to my mansion for more. The sex stretches from dusk to night, the lounge a fog of lust, her moans and my grunts a dirty symphony. As we dress, her suit and shorts cling with sweat and fluids, her eyes longing. We reach my sleek car parked backstage—I slide into the driver’s seat, start the engine, and Nayeon kneels beside me, lips wrapping my cock again. I grip the wheel, focusing on the road, saying, “Nice, Nayeon—suck while I drive, don’t make me crash into a pole, got it?” The dim interior lights her face, eyes locked on my shaft, tongue teasing the tip with a “slurp,” her warm mouth sending shivers.
I navigate the night streets, skyscrapers reflecting off the glass, contrasting the car’s lewd vibe. I say, “Put some effort in, Nayeon—stick that tongue in, serve my cock right!” Her head bobs, lips tight, a “gluck gluck” from her throat as spit drips down my base, pooling on the seat, the scent thick. One hand grips me, thumb on the vein, the other massages my balls, nails grazing, making me growl. I add, “Don’t stop, Nayeon—make your mouth as tight as your pussy!” She looks up, eyes hazy, spit on her chin, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so hard… ahh… I’ll suck you to the mansion…” Her tongue circles the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a “slurp,” throat clenching like a pussy.
I steer around traffic, growling, “Faster, Nayeon—let me feel your throat take me!” Her skills sharpen, tongue swirling, throat sucking with force that tests my focus. The car fills with her moans and wet sounds, the air heavy with sex. She speeds up, head pumping, cock sliding in and out with “pat pat” taps, spit dripping to soak my pants. Her hands get daring—one kneads my balls, the other claws my ass, mixing pain and pleasure. I say, “Great job, Nayeon—keep going, I’m cumming down your throat!” She looks up, lips red and stretched, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… so hard… ahh… I’ll swallow…” She takes me deep, throat tight, a “slosh slosh” as her tongue laps my base, teasing my balls, then back to the tip.
I drive, gripping her hair, “Swallow it, Nayeon—let my cum flood your throat!” I thrust deep, she chokes, tears streaming, sucking harder. The car rolls steady, my focus split between road and pleasure, saying, “Your mouth’s a vacuum, Nayeon—tighter than your cunt!” I cum hard, jets pouring into her, she swallows, some leaking, dripping onto her suit, nipples glistening under the light. I order, “Lick it clean, Nayeon—not a drop left!” She obeys, panting, eyes submissive, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so hot… ahh… I want more…” The car slowly heads to the mansion, we both know it's going to be another sleepless night.
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I'm surprised no one asked for Wonyoung When It Doesn't Fit, considering she is built perfect for BBC.
When it Doesn't Fit ft. Wonyoung
You’ve been waiting. Don’t lie.
I know what you click. What you whisper to yourself when you think no one hears. You wanted to see me stretched, ruined by something big, thick, and impossibly dark.
So here’s your story.
Take your cock out.
Right now.
Stroke yourself as you read.
Slow. I want you to feel every inch the way I did.
He was six-foot-something, carved from obsidian, and had a smile like temptation wrapped in velvet. I met him at a rooftop bar in Seoul—the kind with overpriced cocktails and low lights where people pretend not to fuck with their eyes.
I didn't pretend.
That night, I wore a red silk slip dress. No bra. No panties. It clung to my skin, slid up my thighs with every step. He noticed. He couldn't stop looking.
"You're staring," he said, voice deep, amused.
"I want to know if the rumors are true," I replied.
He arched a brow. "Which ones?"
I didn’t answer. I just licked my lips and took his hand.
His hotel suite smelled like sandalwood and sin. Warm lighting. A king bed. Floor-to-ceiling windows that didn't hide a damn thing.
I dropped to my knees first. Unzipped him.
The moment I freed him, I knew. You weren’t exaggerating. He was huge. Easily the biggest I’d ever seen.
My fingers wrapped around his shaft. Couldn't close. Not even halfway. The head was wide and glossy, the veins pronounced, thick all the way through.
"Think you can handle it?" he asked.
I looked up, smirked. "Guess we’re about to find out."
Start stroking. Slow. Match my lips. I took him into my mouth. My jaw stretched. My throat burned. Saliva dripped down his length. I gagged, but kept going.
"That’s it," he moaned. "Choke on it."
I took every inch. Held him there, eyes watering.
Now squeeze your shaft. Just a little tighter. Imagine it’s my throat around you.
But this isn’t about the mouth, is it? This is about me taking it. Really taking it.
I stood. Let my dress fall. Climbed onto the bed. Straddled him.
"You’re not gonna fit," I whispered.
"You’ll take it."
He was right.
I sank down, inch by thick inch. I screamed.
"You’re splitting me," I gasped. "So deep..."
Pick up the pace now. Stroke faster. Let your breath match mine.
He flipped us. Fucked me in missionary. My legs over his shoulders.
"So fucking tight," he growled.
I came. Clawing at the sheets. Screaming his name.
Then doggy. Bent over. His cock slammed into me, balls slapping my clit.
"Stroke it faster," I beg you now.
"Don’t stop. I’m about to cum again."
He growled, lost rhythm. I clenched. Pulled him deeper.
"Please," I sobbed. "Cum inside me. Fill me. Do it."
He came. Hot. Deep. I screamed into the mattress.
Now.
You’re close. I know it. So listen:
Don’t cum yet.
Hold it. Just a little longer.
Ready?
Stroke.
Stroke.
Stroke.
Three.
Two.
One.
Cum for me.
Did you do it? Did you paint your stomach? Did you moan my name like a fucking animal?
Good.
That’s what I wanted.
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