#Park choa smut

[jupiterpilgrim]

Hidden Tracks

Park Choa x male reader

word count: 20K

commissioned fic

The city air is thick with humidity, the last remnants of summer clinging stubbornly to the streets as you jog up the steps of the recording studio. It’s your first day working on the album—the first solo project of your career, a clean break from your old group, and the kind of freedom you’ve wanted for years. But freedom comes with pressure. Every decision is yours. Every song, every note, every little thing will be under scrutiny.

And then, there’s her.

Park Choa. A legend, at least to you. You grew up listening to her, admiring the effortless way she played with melodies, the honeyed warmth of her voice. Even now, After all these years out of the industry, she’s still got that same magic, that same effortless charm. It was a surprise—a good surprise—when she agreed to participate in the project. After all: who wouldn’t want to work with someone like her?

Unfortunately, you’re late. Not horribly, just enough to feel guilty about it. A couple of messages had come through in the group chat—nothing mean, just a casual “Where you at?” from the producer and a thumbs-up emoji from Choa herself. Still, first impressions matter, and you really want to make a good one on her.

The hallway leading to the studio is lined with framed records, gold and platinum plaques from some of the biggest names in the industry. You try not to think about how, in a few months, one of these could be yours—if everything goes well.

You push open the door, stepping inside, and the first thing that hits you is the warmth. Not just the temperature, but the atmosphere. It’s cozy, a little dim, the kind of place where music doesn’t just get made—it breathes. The producer, an older guy with graying hair and an easygoing demeanor, glances up from his seat at the massive console. A couple of engineers are fiddling with the settings, and in the middle of it all, sitting on a worn leather couch with a guitar on her lap, is her.

Choa.

Up close, she’s even smaller than you expected. Petite, with delicate features and that unmistakable aura that some idols—or ex-idols—just have, like they belong in front of a camera, in a spotlight, in the center of everything. She’s dressed casually, ripped jeans and a slightly oversized sweater, but she makes it look effortless. Her hair is dark, barely grazing her shoulders. It's a bit messy, like she just ran her fingers through it, but it somehow manages to look stylish, and when she looks up at you, there’s a brief pause, a quick once-over, before she smiles.

“You’re finally here,” she says, her voice smooth, carrying just the faintest hint of amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Got caught up in traffic.” It’s a lame excuse, but at least it’s not a lie.

She waves it off like it’s nothing. “No worries. We just got started setting up.” She nods toward the empty spot next to her. “Come sit. Let’s talk.”

You move across the room, the couch sinking slightly under your weight as you drop down next to her. She smells good—clean, a little sweet, like vanilla. Up close, she’s all soft curves and smooth skin, the kind of woman who doesn’t need to try to be attractive. It just happens.

The producer claps his hands together, drawing attention back to the session. “Alright, since you two haven’t worked together in person before, let’s just go over the basics. We’ve got a solid tracklist sketched out—about half the songs are yours, half are collabs, and a couple will be just Choa. Sound good?”

You nod, glancing at her. She’s watching you, expression relaxed, but there’s something else there—like she’s sizing you up. You wonder what she’s heard about you.

“Fine by me,” you say.

“Good,” the producer continues. “We’ll start with the first duet track, see how your voices blend. Get a feel for each other’s styles.”

Choa plucks at the strings of her guitar absently. “Have you heard the demo?”

“Yeah, a few times. Your voice sounds incredible on it.”

Her lips twitch, just slightly, at the compliment. “Thanks. You’re not bad yourself.”

You clear your throat. “So, how do you want to do this? Warm up first?”

She nods. “Yeah. We can run through the harmonies, see where we need to tweak things.”

She shifts on the couch, turning toward you, and suddenly you’re hyper-aware of how close you are. The studio isn’t that big, and the couch is even smaller, so when she moves, her knee brushes against yours, warm through the denim. She doesn’t pull away.

The first few runs are technical, focused. She leads, you follow, adjusting where needed, blending where necessary. But then something shifts. The harmonies start to click. Her voice melts into yours, or maybe it’s the other way around, and suddenly it doesn’t feel like just a warm-up anymore. It feels like something else—like a connection forming, something tangible in the air between you.

She notices it too. You can see it in the way her eyes flicker up to yours in the middle of a note, in the way she leans in just slightly when your voices meet. It’s not just good. It’s effortless.

The producer grins. "Damn. That’s nice.”

You exhale, grinning a little. “Yeah. Feels right.”

Choa tilts her head, watching you again. “You’re a natural at this. You must have worked hard to get here.”

There’s no arrogance in her voice, just curiosity.

You nod. “Yeah. I had to. My old group… things didn’t really work out.”

“Creative differences?”

“Something like that.”

She hums thoughtfully, fingers still idly strumming her guitar. “Well, their loss.”

It’s such a simple thing to say, but coming from her, it hits differently. Like it means something. Like she sees something in you.

The studio hums with a low, steady energy as you and Choa work through the song. It’s just the two of you now—well, the producer and engineers are still around, but they’ve settled into their usual rhythm, fine-tuning levels, tweaking instrumentals, mostly letting you two figure out your chemistry. And it’s there. Undeniably there.

Your voices complement each other in a way that doesn’t feel forced, doesn’t feel like some industry suit shoved you into a room and told you to make a hit. It just clicks.

After a while, Choa stretches, rolling out her shoulders with a quiet groan. “Alright, I need a break. My throat’s getting a little dry.”

You watch as she gets up, heading over to the mini fridge in the corner. She crouches down, giving you an unintentionally nice view of her curves, before grabbing a couple of water bottles. When she straightens up, she tosses one your way. You catch it, cracking it open with a nod of thanks.

She flops back onto the couch next to you, unscrewing her cap, taking a slow sip before speaking again. “So, I gotta ask.”

You glance at her. “Yeah?”

“Why me?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“This collab. Your first solo album. You could’ve worked with anyone, but you picked me.” She leans back against the couch, tilting her head slightly. “I’m not even an idol anymore. There are plenty of younger, more popular people you could’ve asked.”

You frown slightly, sitting back as well. “What does that have to do with anything?”

She raises a brow. “Come on. Don’t act like you don’t get it. The industry’s obsessed with fresh faces, hot new talent. I’m not some viral rookie with millions of followers. Hell, I barely do music anymore.”

“That doesn’t matter to me,” you say, and the words come out more sincere than you expect. “You’re talented. Always have been,” you continue. “I grew up listening to you. Your voice, your style—there’s something about it that just sticks with people. With me.” You shake your head slightly. “I didn’t want to work with just anyone. I wanted to work with someone I actually respect. Someone whose music I believe in. And to me, that’s you.”

She doesn’t smile, not really, but you see it anyway. In the way her shoulders relax just a bit, in the way her fingers toy idly with the cap of her water bottle. The way her gaze lingers on you now—longer than before, softer in a way that makes your pulse pick up just a little.

“You’re full of shit,” she says, but there’s no bite to it.

You grin. “I mean it.”

Another pause. She tilts her head, studying you in a way that makes your skin prickle with awareness.

“You’re an interesting guy,” she says finally.

You let out a small laugh, trying to shake off the sudden nervous energy in your chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She hums, taking another sip of her water. “Guess we’ll see if you’re still this charming after a few weeks of working together.”

“Are you doubting me already?”

She smirks. “Just keeping my expectations realistic.”

There’s something playful in her tone, but beneath it, you can tell—she’s pleased. Maybe even a little flattered. It’s subtle, but it’s there.

You look down at the water bottle in your hands, twisting the plastic slightly. “Well, guess I’ll just have to prove myself, then.”

Choa chuckles, shaking her head. “Alright, alright. Enough compliments. Let’s get back to work before the producer starts wondering if we’re actually doing anything in here.”

You nod, clearing your throat, forcing yourself to focus. But as she moves closer again, picking up her guitar, you can still feel the weight of her gaze on you. And now, for some reason, it’s making you a little nervous.

—

The weeks pass In a blur of late nights, endless takes, and an easy rhythm that settles between you and Choa like it was always meant to be there. At first, it was just work—figuring each other out musically, learning how to blend your voices, adjusting to her style while she adapted to yours. But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

She complements you, and you complement her. It’s natural. Effortless.

The studio doesn’t feel like a workplace anymore; it feels like a second home. A place where things just click, where the tension of proving yourself fades, replaced by something more instinctual. She gets you in a way that most people don’t—not just as a singer, but as an artist. She never holds back when something isn’t working, calls you out bluntly when you’re overthinking a note or hesitating on a line, but she’s just as quick to push you forward when you get stuck. And it’s not one-sided.

“You’re overcomplicating that run,” you tell her one evening when she’s spent the last ten minutes nitpicking a verse.

She gives you a look, narrowing her eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You’re thinking too hard. Just sing it how you feel it.”

She huffs but tries again—and when it comes out smoother, more raw, she glances at you out of the corner of her eye, like she doesn’t want to admit you were right.

This is how it’s been. Comfortable. Easy.

So when, after another long day in the studio, Choa suddenly turns to you as you’re packing up and says, “Wanna grab dinner?”—it catches you off guard.

You pause, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Now?”

She shrugs. “Why not? It’s late, we’re both hungry, and I know a good place.”

It’s not like you had other plans. Probably just heading home, eating something mediocre, maybe passing out in front of the TV. This is better.

“Yeah, alright,” you say.

She doesn’t look surprised that you agreed, just nods, pulling her jacket over her shoulders before leading the way out.

—

The restaurant is small, tucked away on a quiet street, the kind of place you wouldn’t have found on your own. It’s got warm lighting, intimate booths, a quiet murmur of conversation. Not fancy, but not some hole-in-the-wall either. Just… comfortable.

Choa greets the staff like she’s been here a hundred times, and you get the feeling this is one of her regular spots.

“You come here a lot?” you ask once you’re seated.

She nods, picking up the menu. “Used to, at least. Not as much these days.”

You glance around. “Doesn’t seem like a place idols would get mobbed.”

“Exactly.” She smirks. “Back when I was still in AOA, I’d come here to get away from all that. No one ever bothered me.”

There’s something in her tone—not quite regret, but something close to nostalgia. You get it. Even though you left your group on your own terms, you still miss certain things. The camaraderie, the feeling of knowing exactly where you belong.

The conversation stays easy as you order, mostly sticking to music—expectations for the album, what the next few months will look like, the inevitable media buzz when people realize how well you work together. But as the night goes on, as the food arrives and the first glass of wine is poured, something starts to shift.

The way she leans In a little more when she talks. The way her fingers toy absently with the stem of her glass, tracing idle patterns. The way her eyes linger on you just a fraction longer than necessary.

And then, after another sip of wine, she tilts her head slightly, watching you with a small, amused smile. “You’re different than I expected.”

You raise a brow. “That a good thing or a bad thing?”

She chuckles. “Good, I think.”

“You think?”

She shrugs, swirling the wine in her glass. “When we first started, I wasn’t sure what to expect. You’re younger, you came from a group—it’s easy to assume you’d be… I don’t know. More arrogant, maybe.”

You smirk. “You thought I’d be full of myself?”

“A little.” She lifts a shoulder. “A lot of guys your age are.”

“Fair. But I try not to be an asshole.”

She laughs, and the sound is warm, genuine. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

Another sip of wine. Another flicker of something in her gaze, something that makes your stomach tighten just slightly.

“So, what about me?” she asks after a moment.

You blink. “What about you?”

“What did you expect?”

You glance at her, and for the first time tonight, you feel slightly off balance. Because she’s looking at you differently now—like she’s testing something, pushing the conversation into new territory.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I guess I thought you’d be more… serious?”

She smirks. “Do I not seem serious to you?”

“You do. But you’re also…” You hesitate, searching for the right words. “You don’t take yourself too seriously. You’re fun. I like that.”

She hums, tilting her head. “So you like me?”

It’s a simple question, but the way she says it—the slight tilt of her lips, the teasing lilt in her voice—makes your pulse skip.

“I mean—yeah,” you say, keeping your tone casual. “You’re easy to be around. Not a lot of people in this industry are.”

Her smirk lingers. She swirls her wine again, watching the way the liquid clings to the glass before taking another slow sip.

“That’s good,” she murmurs.

You shift slightly, suddenly aware of how close you are in the booth, the way her knee brushes against yours beneath the table.

“You know,” she says after a moment, voice lighter now, playful, “the fans are gonna lose their minds when they see us together on tour.”

You huff a laugh, grateful for the change in subject—even if you can still feel the warmth of her gaze. “Yeah. I can already see the headlines.”

She grins. “Should we mess with them?”

You raise a brow. “Mess with them how?”

She leans in slightly, just enough that you catch the faint scent of her perfume. “Hmm, maybe give them something to talk about.”

Your throat goes dry.

She’s joking. Probably. But the way she says it, the way she looks at you, makes your brain short-circuit for a second.

“You’d enjoy that, huh?” you say, keeping your voice steady.

She smiles against the rim of her glass. “Maybe.”

And just like that, you realize something.

This isn’t just dinner. This isn’t just two coworkers unwinding after a long day.

Choa is flirting with you.

And judging by the way your heartbeat picks up, by the sudden heat creeping up your spine, you don’t mind it one bit.

The wine keeps flowing, and Choa keeps flirting.

At first, it’s subtle—little things, the way her eyes linger on your mouth when you talk, the way her fingers toy with the rim of her glass, slow and deliberate. But as the night stretches on, the words start getting bolder, the distance between you shrinking inch by inch.

“You’ve got a nice voice,” she says, resting her chin in her palm, elbow propped on the table.

You chuckle. “I’d hope so. Kind of my job.”

She rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean. It’s not just good, it’s… mmm, how do I put this?” She taps a finger against her lips, pretending to think. “It’s the kind of voice that makes people feel things.”

You tilt your head. “People?”

She smirks. “I meant me, obviously.”

And fuck, she says it so casually, like it’s nothing, like she’s not staring right at you with those dark, knowing eyes, watching the way your throat bobs when you swallow.

The air between you is getting heavy, weighted with something unspoken but understood. It doesn’t help that the wine is making everything feel just a little too warm, your pulse just a little too fast.

And then she leans back, a slow, satisfied look spreading across her face. “You know, I heard a rumor about you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” She takes another sip, watching you over the rim of her glass. “Something interesting.”

Her tone tells you everything.

You already know what she’s talking about.

There was a day, when you were still part of a k-pop group, early on in the recording process, when you showed up to the studio wearing a pair of pants that were… well, too damn tight. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time—until you noticed the way a few staff members were whispering, glancing at you, their expressions torn between amusement and something else. It didn’t take long before a few pictures surfaced online. Nothing scandalous, but enough to start the whispers. Enough for people to start talking.

And apparently, Choa had heard.

“Interesting, huh?” You take a slow sip of your own drink, matching her energy. “Should I be curious about what exactly you’ve heard?”

She tilts her head, considering. “I don’t know. Do you think the rumor’s true?”

You set your glass down with a quiet clink. “Maybe.”

That word lingers between you, crackling like static.

Choa lets out a soft hum, like she’s pleased with that answer. She doesn’t push further—not yet—but the way she looks at you now, the slight curve of her lips, the heat in her eyes? You can tell she’s thinking about it.

And that thought alone is enough to make your skin feel tight, your heartbeat a little erratic.

Eventually, the conversation shifts, but the tension never fully leaves. It simmers beneath the surface, humming with potential, making every glance, every subtle touch of her knee against yours under the table, feel like a spark.

Then, as the night starts winding down, she exhales, stretching slightly. “It’s late.”

“Yeah,” you say, watching her.

She studies you for a moment, then, as if making a decision, says, “Let's go to my place.”

Your breath catches.

It’s not phrased as a question. Not tentative. Just a statement, casual but firm, like she already knows you’ll say yes. And fuck, she’s right.

You nod. “Okay.”

—

Her apartment is warm, comfortable. Not overly fancy, not the sterile, perfectly curated aesthetic that some celebrities go for. It feels lived-in—cozy, personal, like a place someone actually enjoys being.

Choa steps inside first, toeing off her shoes, taking off the jacket, stretching slightly. “Make yourself comfortable,” she says, then glances back at you. “Take off your shoes.”

You do as she says, stepping further inside, taking off your own shoes, your pulse still running a little too fast. The heat from the restaurant hasn’t faded, and now, in this smaller, more intimate space, it feels even stronger.

She walks toward the couch, sinking into it like she’s done this a thousand times, and pats the spot next to her. “Sit.”

It’s not a command, not really. But it feels like one.

You sit.

For a moment, everything is quiet. The city hums faintly beyond the windows, but in here, it’s just the two of you. The only sound is your breathing, hers and yours, slightly uneven.

Then she shifts. Just enough that her knee brushes yours again.

You inhale sharply.

She notices.

Her lips twitch. “You okay?”

You exhale through your nose, trying to keep your voice steady. “Yeah.”

A slow nod. Then she leans in, not touching you, but close enough that you can feel the heat of her body. “You sure?”

It’s a tease, a test, and god, you’re barely holding on.

Your fingers twitch against your thigh, every nerve in your body screaming at you to close the space between you.

But she’s playing with you. And you’re letting her.

“Choa,” you say, voice lower now, rougher.

She smiles. It’s lazy, knowing. “Hm?”

You swallow. “You’re messing with me.”

She tilts her head. “Am I?”

Your jaw clenches. “Yeah.”

She hums again, considering. Then, finally, she shifts closer. Just a little. Enough that you can feel her breath against your jaw.

“So what are you gonna do about it?”

You nearly lose it right then and there.

Your hand moves on instinct, fingers grazing her thigh, gripping lightly. Not enough to push—just enough to let her know that if she keeps this up, you won’t be able to hold back.

She doesn’t pull away.

If anything, she leans in more.

Her lips are inches from yours, her gaze locked onto you, dark and unreadable. You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears, feel the tension winding tighter, tighter—

Then, finally, she whispers, “I think you should kiss me.”

The moment your lips crash into Choa’s, she melts against you, but there’s no hesitation—she knows exactly what she wants, and she’s not shy about taking it. She moves fast, climbing onto your lap like it’s where she belongs, straddling your thighs, rolling her hips the second she settles against you. The heat of her body, the teasing friction, the way she breathes into your mouth as she grinds—it all hits you at once, hard and fast, sending a rush of blood straight to your cock.

She feels it immediately.

Choa pauses, just for a second, her breath catching as she shifts, pressing her hips down more firmly. A slow, knowing smirk curls her lips. "Oh," she murmurs, voice dropping to something low and teasing. She rolls her hips again, deliberately dragging herself over the thick length straining against your pants. “I feel that.”

Your hands tighten around her waist. “Keep moving like that, and you’re gonna feel a whole lot more.”

Her smirk deepens. “Good.”

She does it again, rolling her hips in slow, torturous circles, pressing down harder this time. The friction is perfect, her warmth seeping through the layers between you, and fuck, you can already feel how wet she is, how easily she glides over you.

You grab her—hands on her ass, fingers digging in—and lift her clean off your lap. She gasps, legs wrapping instinctively around your waist, but she doesn’t protest. If anything, she likes it, her fingers curling against your shoulders as you stand, carrying her like she weighs nothing.

“You’re so fucking small,” you mutter, gripping her tighter.

“And you’re so fucking big,” she breathes back, shifting against you, pressing herself closer.

You don’t waste any time getting her to the bedroom.

Her back barely hits the bed before you’re both reaching for clothes, stripping down piece by piece, discarding them onto the floor without care. Her sweater, her jeans, the lacy little bra. Then, finally, those tiny panties, slipping down her thighs as she watches you, lips slightly parted, breath already coming faster.

And then it’s your turn.

You shove down your pants, your boxers, and the second your cock is free—thick, hard, aching—Choa lets out a sharp inhale.

For the first time, she actually pauses.

Her dark eyes widen just slightly as she stares, her tongue flicking over her bottom lip. “Fuck,” she breathes, sitting up on her knees.

You stroke it once, lazily, smirking down at her. “That’s what you do to me.”

She exhales shakily, then, with absolutely no hesitation, slides off the bed onto her knees.

The sight of her there—small, perfect, looking up at you with those pretty lips slightly parted—sends a fresh jolt of heat through your body.

Her fingers wrap around the base first, her touch firm, exploratory, like she’s testing the weight of it in her hand. “Mmm,” she hums, satisfied, then drags her thumb over the tip, smearing a bead of precum before flicking her gaze back up to you. “Gotta make it nice and wet for you, huh?”

And then she leans in, dragging her tongue up the entire length, slow and teasing, before finally wrapping those soft lips around you.

And the moment she takes you in, it’s like the world narrows down to just the two of you. Her mouth is perfect—wet, warm, and so tight you can feel every inch of her as she starts to move. She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t tease, just takes you in like she’s been waiting for this, like she’s been thinking about it as much as you have. And fuck, the way she looks up at you, her eyes dark and focused, her lips stretched around your thickness, it’s enough to make your knees buckle.

She starts slow at first, her tongue dragging along the underside of your cock, teasing the sensitive spot just below the head. Her hands grip your thighs for balance, her nails digging in just enough to make you hiss. You can feel her breath, hot and uneven, against your skin as she works you, her mouth moving with a rhythm that’s both deliberate and hungry. She’s good at this—really good—and it’s not just the technique, it’s the way she seems to enjoy it, the way she hums around you like she’s savoring the taste.

But then she takes you deeper, and you can feel her struggle. Your cock is thick, too much for her small mouth, and she gags a little as she tries to take more of you. She pulls back, her lips slick with spit, and you can see the faintest hint of tears in her eyes, but she doesn’t stop. If anything, she seems determined, like she’s not going to let your size intimidate her. She adjusts, tilting her head to take you at a better angle, and then she’s back on you, her mouth working harder, faster.

You can’t help but groan, your hands tangling in her hair as she bobs her head, her lips sliding up and down your shaft. She’s not just sucking you now—she’s devouring you, her tongue swirling around the head every time she pulls back, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard. The wet sounds are obscene, filling the room, and you can’t stop watching her, can’t stop thinking about how surreal this is. Choa, the woman you’ve idolized for years, is on her knees for you, her mouth stuffed with your cock, and she’s not holding back.

“Fuck, Choa,” you mutter, your voice rough, your grip tightening in her hair. She hums in response, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through you, and you can’t help but push her head down, guiding her to take more of you. She doesn’t fight it, just relaxes her throat and lets you slide deeper, her nose pressing against your stomach as she takes you as far as she can. She gags again, but this time she doesn’t pull back—she stays there, her throat working around you, her eyes watering as she looks up at you like she’s daring you to take control.

And you do. You can’t help it. The sight of her like this, the feel of her mouth around you, it’s too much. You start to move, your hips thrusting gently at first, then harder, fucking her mouth with slow, deep strokes. She lets you, her hands gripping your thighs tighter, her nails digging in as she takes every inch you give her. Her throat is so tight, so warm, and the way she looks at you, like she’s enjoying this as much as you are, it drives you wild.

Her small mouth struggles to take all of you, but she doesn’t seem to care—if anything, she’s determined to prove she can handle it. Her tongue swirls around the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard, and you can feel the tension building in your gut, your cock throbbing in her mouth. But just when you think you might lose it, she pulls back, your cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop.

She looks up at you, her lips swollen and glistening, her chin slick with spit. She’s breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, but there’s a glint in her eyes that tells you she’s not done. Not even close. She stands up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and then she’s climbing onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She gets on all fours, her ass in the air, and fuck, the sight of her like that is enough to make your cock twitch. She glances over her shoulder, a sly smile playing on her lips.

“It’s ready for you,” she says, her voice low and teasing. “But not there.” She reaches back, spreading her cheeks slightly, and your breath catches. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Wait, what?”

She laughs, a soft, breathy sound that sends a shiver down your spine. “You heard me. I’ve been thinking about it since I first saw you. That big, thick cock of yours… I want to feel it in my ass.”

You stare at her, your mind racing. This isn’t what you expected—not even close. But the way she’s looking at you, the way she’s presenting herself, it’s impossible to say no. And fuck, you don’t want to. You step closer, your hands resting on her hips, and she lets out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under your touch.

“You sure?” you ask, your voice rough.

She nods, her hair falling over her face as she looks back at you. “I’m sure. But…” She pauses, a smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re gonna have to get me ready first.”

You drop to your knees behind her, your hands spreading her cheeks, and the sight of her pussy and asshole, glistening and waiting for you, is enough to make your mouth water. You lean in, your tongue dragging along her slit, and she lets out a sharp gasp, her hips pushing back against your face.

“Fuck,” she mutters, her voice trembling. “Your tongue… it’s so long.”

You grin against her, your tongue flicking over her clit before diving back in, lapping at her pussy like you’re starving. She’s already wet, her juices coating your tongue, and the taste of her is intoxicating. you can feel her trembling, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you work her over, your tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles.

But you’re not done. You pull back slightly, your tongue trailing lower, and she lets out a soft whimper when you press it against her asshole. She’s tight, so fucking tight, but you don’t stop. You lick her slowly, teasingly, your tongue circling her rim before pushing inside. She moans, her hips rocking back against your face, and you can feel her body relaxing, opening up for you.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, her voice shaking. “Your tongue… it’s so fucking good.”

You hum against her, the vibration making her shudder, and you keep going, your tongue working her asshole until it’s wet and loose, ready for you. She’s moaning now, her hands gripping the sheets, her body trembling with every flick of your tongue. You can feel her clenching around you, her pussy dripping.

You pull back, your lips brushing against her ass as you look up at her. “You ready?” you ask.

She nods, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “Yeah,” she says. “Fuck me.”

You stand up, your hands gripping her hips, and you can feel the tension in the air, the anticipation building between you. She’s ready—and so are you.

Your breath Is ragged as you grip the base of your cock, watching the way Choa spreads herself open for you, her ass so tight, so fucking inviting, you almost can’t believe she’s offering it up like this. She glances back at you over her shoulder, smirking despite the flush painting her cheeks. “You ever done this before?” she asks, her voice thick with heat, teasing but curious.

You swallow hard, running your free hand over the curve of her ass, feeling the way her skin is soft but firm beneath your palm. “No,” you admit, gripping yourself tighter.

That seems to excite her. Her smirk widens just a little, and she rolls her hips, pressing back against you. “Good,” she murmurs, almost like she’s pleased to be your first.

You spit into your palm and slick it over yourself, watching how the head of your cock shines as you press it against her tight entrance. You can feel the resistance immediately—her body clenching instinctively, hot and unyielding. You grip her hip with your other hand, steadying yourself, pressing forward just a little.

Choa hisses, fingers gripping the sheets. “Shit, you’re big.”

That makes something primal in you twitch. “You sure you can handle this?”

She laughs breathlessly. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Slowly, carefully, you push forward, feeling the tight heat of her stretch around you, inch by inch. She’s tense at first, her breath catching, but she doesn’t stop you—if anything, she pushes back, forcing herself to take more of you.

“Fuck,” she groans, dropping her head onto the mattress. “God, you’re really—” Her words cut off into a sharp inhale as you sink another inch inside.

You grip her hips tighter, watching, transfixed, as your cock disappears into her inch by inch. “You’re so tight,” you growl, barely able to breathe.

“Yeah?” Her voice is strained, but there’s amusement beneath it. “That a problem?”

“Hell no.”

You give her another inch, groaning as you feel her body adjusting, the way she clenches and trembles around you. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much, the tightest thing you’ve ever felt.

“Relax,” you murmur, rubbing slow circles into her hips, trying not to lose yourself completely.

She exhales shakily. “I’m trying.”

And then, finally, you bottom out.

Choa shudders beneath you, her breath hitching as she goes still, adjusting to the feeling of being completely filled. You can feel every twitch, every flutter of her body trying to accommodate you.

“Jesus,” you whisper, your hands tightening on her waist.

She lets out a weak laugh. “Now that,” she breathes, shifting slightly, “is a fucking stretch.”

You groan, rolling your hips just a little, testing. Her answering whimper sends a jolt of pleasure through you, your whole body tensing.

“You okay?” you ask, even though the way she clenches around you is making it impossible to think straight.

She nods, biting her lip. “Give me a second.”

You do. You stay still, hands gripping her hips, feeling her breathing slow, her body adjusting to you.

And then, finally, she pushes back.

“Okay,” she whispers, tilting her head slightly. “Move.”

And fuck, you do.

At first, it’s slow—tentative thrusts, shallow, letting her body adjust to the stretch, to the way you fill her completely. But she takes it, every inch, breathing through it, and soon, you can feel her start to relax, to loosen.

The change Is gradual but undeniable. Where she was tense before, now she’s opening up for you, her body accommodating you, molding around you.

Then, she shifts, pressing back against you with more force. “Harder,” she breathes, and that’s all it takes.

Something snaps in you, and you grip her hips tighter, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in, harder this time.

Choa gasps, her back arching, but she doesn’t stop you. She meets your thrusts, her breath coming faster, more ragged.

And then you really start to move.

You fuck her deep, your hips snapping against her ass, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. It’s raw, primal, completely consuming. You can barely think, barely breathe, lost in the way she takes you, in the way she feels around you—tight, hot, perfect.

“Holy shit,” you groan, gripping her tighter.

She moans in response, her fingers twisting in the sheets, her whole body shuddering beneath you. “Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck, don’t stop—”

You weren’t planning to.

You move faster, your thrusts growing harder, rougher, dragging her body back against yours with each deep stroke. She’s a mess beneath you, moaning, panting, pushing back to meet every single thrust like she needs this just as badly as you do.

You can’t even believe this is happening. This was supposed to be just music—just an artistic collaboration. And now you’re here, buried balls deep in Choa’s ass, fucking her so hard you can hear the bed creaking beneath you.

You reach forward, fisting a handful of her hair, tugging her head back slightly. “You like that?” you murmur, your voice low and rough against her ear.

Her answering moan is wrecked. “Yes,” she breathes, her body trembling.

You smirk, thrusting harder, making her gasp. “Never would’ve guessed you were into this,” you mutter.

She laughs breathlessly, even as you fuck her so deep she’s struggling to form words. “Never… would’ve guessed you’d be this good at it,” she manages.

That makes something dark and hungry coil in your stomach, and you tighten your grip on her hips, pounding into her harder, deeper, chasing that unbearable pleasure building between you.

You’re already addicted to the way she feels, the way her body clings to you like she never wants to let go. Every time you pull out, she tightens up like she’s trying to keep you inside, and every time you slam back in, she lets out this little broken gasp that’s driving you insane.

And fuck, she’s wet. You can feel the slick heat of her coating your cock, hear the obscene, messy sounds filling the room, mixing with the slap of skin on skin, the headboard knocking lightly against the wall with every deep stroke.

You tighten your grip on her hips, rolling your hips with a slow, deliberate grind that has her toes curling against the sheets. She’s taking it so fucking well, and you can tell she loves it—loves the stretch, loves the way you fill her, loves the way you own her in this moment.

Then, between gasping moans, she admits it:

“I’m an fucking anal whore,” she breathes, voice high and trembling. “God, I love it so much. I fucking need it.”

Your brain practically short-circuits. Your hands tighten on her waist, your cock twitching inside her at those words, that filthy little confession.

“You need it, huh?” You thrust deeper, pressing in to the hilt, grinding against her, making sure she feels you. “This tight little ass addicted to getting fucked?”

“Yes,” she moans, pressing her forehead into the mattress, panting. “Yes—fuck, your cock is the biggest I’ve ever felt, baby, I swear.”

Something about the way she says it, the way she moans baby like she means it, makes you snap.

“You’re really asking for it,” you growl, lifting a hand. “A slut like you deserves to get her ass slapped, doesn’t she?”

“Yes,” she gasps, glancing over her shoulder at you, her eyes glassy with pleasure. “Do it. Slap my ass. Please, baby.”

You bring your palm down with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room, and the way she moans at the impact nearly makes you lose your mind.

“Mmm—fuck, yes!” she cries out, pushing her ass up, offering it to you, wiggling her hips like she’s begging for more.

You groan, feeling her clench tight around you. “Shit, you really like that, don’t you?”

“Yes! More—please, baby, more—”

Goddamn. This woman is gonna fucking ruin you.

You spank her again, watching the way her skin reddens under your hand, the way she shudders beneath you. She’s moaning so much now, so fucking loud, her voice breaking, her body trembling.

She’s completely lost in it, completely yours.

“Harder,” she begs, voice breathless, desperate. “Fuck me harder, baby, I’m so close—”

You grip her hips, dig your fingers into her soft skin, and oblige.

Your thrusts become brutal, relentless, fucking into her with deep, powerful strokes that have her screaming. You’re gone, completely lost in the feel of her, in the sound of her moans, in the way she’s gasping your name like it’s the only thing she knows.

“You’re so fucking tight,” you growl, leaning over her, pressing your chest against her back, letting her feel your weight. “You love this, don’t you? Love getting your ass fucked like a dirty little slut?”

“Yes!” she sobs, her nails clawing at the sheets, her body shaking. “I love it, baby, please—don’t stop, don’t stop—”

You’re not stopping. Not until you’ve fucked her through it, not until you’ve made her cum on your cock.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” you murmur, gripping her waist tighter, grinding deep before pulling back and slamming forward again.

She sobs out something that’s barely a word, barely a sound, just a high, broken moan that tells you everything.

“Fuck,” she gasps. “I’m so—so fucking close, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop—”

The idea of making a woman cum just from taking your cock in her ass? It’s got you rock fucking hard, making you thrust into her harder, deeper, determined to push her over the edge with nothing but your cock filling her up.

“You gonna cum on my dick?” you growl, slamming into her, watching the way her back arches, the way her whole body shudders.

“Yes, yes—fuck—” Her voice is wrecked, barely holding together, and you can feel it happening, the way she tenses, the way she gasps, freezes—

Her whole body locks up, trembling, her mouth open in a silent, choked-off cry before she shatters. She’s cumming, her body wracked with wave after wave of it, her walls clenching around you in tight, pulsing spasms that make your cock throb inside her.

Her voice is high, almost shocked, like she can’t believe how hard she’s coming, how fucking deep you are, like you’re reaching places inside her no one else ever has.

And then you drive into her one last time, deep, pushing as far as you can go—

And she screams.

Loud. Raw. A desperate, uncontrollable sound that makes your whole body ache with the need to cum, makes your stomach tighten, your balls throb, makes you want to fucking ruin her.

She collapses forward, chest heaving, body twitching in aftershocks, her legs weak, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. You stay inside her, still hard, still aching, but you give her a moment, running your hands down her sides, pressing soft kisses against the back of her neck.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her voice shaking. “That was—holy shit—”

You smirk against her skin, feeling that hot rush of pride swell in your chest. “First time cumming like that?”

She nods weakly, still catching her breath. “Yeah,” she whispers, almost in awe. “Normally I—I have to, you know, touch myself too. But fuck, baby—you—you made me cum just from that—”

Damn right you did.

You smirk, pressing another kiss to her shoulder. “Guess I’m just that good.”

She huffs a small, breathless laugh, her body still trembling slightly from the aftermath. “Cocky bastard,” she mutters—but there’s something in her voice, something warm, something satisfied.

And then—before you can react, before you can process, she moves.

One second she’s lying there, breathless and wrecked, and the next she’s pushing up, flipping you onto your back, her small body straddling yours, hands pressing against your chest to pin you down.

“Your turn,” she purrs, and fuck, the way she looks at you—sweaty, flushed, her hair tousled, her lips parted, her smirk—it makes your cock twitch in her hand, already positioning it at her entrance.

You barely have time to breathe before she moves, rolling her hips, slow and deliberate, making you groan as she grinds against you, taking every inch, every thick, aching inch of your cock inside her.

“Jesus, Choa,” you hiss, gripping her hips, your fingers pressing into her warm, sweat-slick skin.

She smirks, placing her hands over yours, sliding them up her stomach, over the taut, toned muscle of her abs.

“You like that?” she murmurs, tilting her head slightly. “Like how tight I keep this body just for you?”

Your fingers trace the soft sheen of sweat on her stomach, feeling the flex of her muscles beneath your palm. “Yeah,” you admit, voice rough, full of heat. “Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good—”

She hums, pleased, rolling her hips again, dragging her nails lightly over your chest as she rides you.

And fuck, the way she moves—

It’s mesmerizing.

The way her small, fit body moves atop yours, the way she lifts herself only to drop back down, taking you to the base, grinding her hips to make sure she feels every inch. She’s so fucking tight, so hot around you, and the sight of her like this—flushed, sweaty, her small frame working you like she’s made for this—has you gritting your teeth, trying not to fucking explode inside her right then and there.

“You like watching me, baby?” she teases, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles that have you twitching inside her.

You groan, gripping her waist tighter, your fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Yeah,” you pant, unable to look away. “Fuck, yeah.”

She moans, throwing her head back, her hands sliding up her own stomach, over her perfect tits, her fingers brushing her hard, sensitive nipples.

“God, you feel so good,” she breathes, moving faster now, her hips snapping down onto you, taking you deep, making you groan, making your abs tighten.

Choa has you right where she wants you—flat on your back, sprawled across the bed, her toned, petite body perched on top of you, squeezing you so tight it’s fucking heaven. Her thighs flex as she rides you, every movement controlled, deliberate, her muscles working in perfect rhythm as she grinds down, making sure you feel every single inch of her.

“Fuck,” you groan, your hands finding her waist, gripping her hips, trying to ground yourself in something—but she’s already ahead of you, already setting a pace that has you reeling, already taking charge like she owns you.

She smirks down at you, her hair messy and wild, sticking to her sweaty skin. “What’s wrong, baby?” she purrs, rolling her hips in slow, taunting circles, dragging you through her tight, wet heat with devastating precision. “Too much for you?”

“Shit—” Your fingers dig into her waist, but she doesn’t let you control a damn thing. She lifts herself up, her thighs flexing, her muscles tightening as she takes you, and you see it now—how fucking fit she is, how much strength she has, how easily she moves on top of you like she could do this all night.

And fuck, maybe she will.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she murmurs, watching your face as she drops down onto you again, taking you so deep you swear you see stars. “You like that? Like watching me fuck myself on your cock?”

Your breath hitches, your stomach tightening. “Jesus, Choa—”

“Answer me,” she demands, rolling her hips, gripping your chest for leverage, her nails digging in just enough to make you hiss.

“Yeah—fuck, yeah, I love it,” you pant, barely able to breathe, barely able to think with the way she’s working you.

She grins, pleased, and then she really starts to show off.

She plants her feet on the bed, her thighs flexing as she lifts herself up completely, keeping just the head of your cock inside her. And then, with perfect control, she slams back down, her ass meeting your thighs with a wet slap that makes you groan.

“Fuuuuuck,” you choke out, your vision going white for a second.

She smirks, does it again, and you damn near lose your mind.

She’s fucking athletic—her movements sharp, precise, powerful. She’s using every ounce of strength in her small frame to milk you, to ride you with the kind of stamina only someone who really knows what they’re doing could have.

“You’re so fucking big,” she breathes, her hands pressing into your chest, keeping you pinned. “God, I can feel you stretching me—fuck, I think I’m getting addicted to this.”

Your cock twitches inside her at those words, and she moans, grinding down, rolling her hips, making you feel every inch of her.

“Shit,” you groan, your fingers tightening on her waist. “You’re fucking insane—”

She grins, tossing her hair back, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, owning you, using your cock exactly how she wants. “Oh, baby,” she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”

She shifts, leaning back slightly, her hands sliding down your stomach, using her own core strength to control her balance as she rides you with a speed and intensity that has your head spinning.

“Holy shit—”

She laughs breathlessly, sweat dripping down her chest, her toned stomach tightening with every bounce. “God, you feel so fucking good,” she moans, biting her lip, tossing her hair back. “I can’t believe I haven’t had this before—fuck, baby, how have you been hiding this cock from me?”

You can barely breathe, barely fucking function, not when she’s like this, not when she’s dominating you so effortlessly, so perfectly. You can feel the power in her thighs, the control in her movements, the way she’s making you unravel without breaking a sweat.

“Choa,” you rasp, barely holding on. “Fucking hell—”

“Mmm,” she hums, rolling her hips, watching you come undone beneath her. “You’re so cute when you’re struggling, baby.”

You groan, your body shaking, your hands sliding up to her abs, feeling the heat of her sweat-slick skin, the definition beneath your fingers. “Fuck, you’re strong—”

“Of course I am,” she breathes, leaning down, pressing her lips against yours, swallowing your gasps as she fucks you. “I work hard for this body, baby. Gotta stay tight. Gotta stay fit. And now…” She smirks against your lips, rolling her hips, making you groan. “Now you get to enjoy it.”

She pulls back, her eyes gleaming, her smirk full of pure, smug satisfaction. “Tell me how good I feel,” she commands, rolling her hips with a slow, deep grind that makes you see stars.

“You feel fucking perfect,” you choke out, barely coherent.

She moans, throwing her head back, her pace quickening again, her thighs working hard as she slams herself down on you, taking you to the hilt over and over again.

“You’re so fucking deep,” she gasps, her voice high, desperate. “So fucking thick—I can feel you in my stomach—”

Your hands fly to her waist, gripping her as tightly as you can without bruising her, your cock throbbing inside her at her words.

“Fuck, Choa—”

“Mmm, I love hearing you moan like that, baby,” she teases, leaning down, licking the sweat from your collarbone, her tongue hot against your skin. “You love this, don’t you? Love having me ride you like this?”

“Yes,” you groan, barely holding on. “Fucking yes—”

She smirks against your skin, then sits up again, planting her hands on your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she starts riding you hard with wild, unrestrained energy, her perfect little body working you like she was made for this. Her thighs are flexing, her toned stomach tightening, sweat glistening on her skin as she moves with expert control. And fuck, the way she moves—rolling her hips, grinding deep before slamming down again, her breathy moans growing louder, needier, rawer—has your whole body on edge.

“You feel so fucking good,” she gasps, her hands trailing up her own body, her fingers squeezing her perky tits as she bounces on your cock. “God, I knew it would be like this.”

Your brain barely registers what she just said, too lost in the feeling of her tight, wet heat gripping you so fucking perfectly. “Knew?” you manage, your voice ragged. “What do you mean, baby?”

She grins, biting her lip, her eyes dark with lust as she slams herself down onto you again, making you groan. “You think I joined your album for the music?” she teases, tilting her head, her hair falling over her face. “Baby, I had my eye on you from the first day I saw you in the studio.”

Your whole body twitches at that, your stomach tightening, something dark and hungry stirring inside you. “Really?”

Choa moans, tossing her hair back, her hands squeezing her own breasts, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles that have your cock throbbing inside her. “I knew I wanted you the second you walked into that room,” she breathes. “You looked so fucking good—so confident, so talented. And all I could think about was finding a way to get you alone, to see if you were as good in bed as you are in the studio.”

“Jesus fuck,” you growl, your fingers digging into her waist, gripping her tight as she works you over, as she owns you with those words.

She giggles, leaning forward, her lips ghosting over your jaw, her breath hot against your ear. “And now look at you,” she murmurs, grinding down hard, making you shudder. “Flat on your back, letting me use you just the way I wanted to since day one.”

“Fuck, Choa—”

“You like it?” she purrs, her tongue flicking out to tease your earlobe before she sits back up, her hands sliding down her stomach, her fingers tracing the slick heat between her legs before she cups her own tits again, squeezing them, moaning at the sensation. “You like watching me take you like this, baby?”

“Yeah,” you groan, your whole body on fire. “Fuck, I love it. You’re so fucking sexy, Choa—”

She moans, pleased, rolling her hips again, dragging you deep, making sure you feel every inch of her. “Mmm, I love hearing you say that,” she purrs, her nails raking lightly over your chest. “Love knowing how much you want me.”

Your stomach tightens, a sharp wave of pleasure surging through you, your balls drawing up. “Fuck—”

She feels it instantly. The way your cock twitches inside her, the way your grip tightens on her hips.

“Oh,” she breathes, slowing her pace just slightly, smirking down at you. “You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod, your breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. “Fuck, yeah—”

She grins, and then, without warning—

She stops.

You whine at the sudden loss of movement, your whole body on the brink, teetering on the edge of release, but she just smirks, lifting herself off of you, making your cock throb in desperation.

“Not yet,” she purrs, her voice dripping with something dark and teasing.

“Fuck, Choa—”

She reaches down, wrapping her fingers around your slick, throbbing cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke, her touch just light enough to make you twitch. And then—

She adjusts, shifting her body, tilting her hips, and presses the head of your cock against her ass.

Your whole body goes tight at the realization, your breath catching as she smirks down at you.

“I want you to cum in my ass,” she whispers, her voice sultry and commanding. “Think you can handle that, baby?”

Choa sinks down onto you again, taking your cock back into her tight, sinful heat, and fuck, you swear she gets even tighter every time. Her round ass presses against your thighs as she settles fully, rolling her hips with slow, controlled precision, her breath coming in short, teasing pants as she watches your reaction.

“Mmm,” she hums, running her hands down her own body, over her toned stomach, down to where you’re joined. “Still feels so fucking good.”

You groan, gripping her waist, feeling the flex of her muscles beneath your fingertips as she moves. “Shit, Choa—”

She smirks, lifting herself up again, just enough to tease the head of your cock against her stretched entrance before dropping back down, taking you to the hilt in one smooth motion.

“Fuck,” you gasp, your hips jerking involuntarily at the overwhelming sensation.

She moans, pleased, her nails raking lightly down your chest as she starts to move faster, bouncing on your cock with practiced ease, each movement precise, deliberate, devastating.

“You like this?” she purrs, rolling her hips, grinding down hard before slamming herself back down again. “Like watching me take you like this?”

“Yeah,” you groan, barely able to form words, barely able to think with the way she’s squeezing you, milking you.

She giggles breathlessly, tossing her hair back, sweat glistening on her skin as she picks up the pace, bouncing harder, faster, determined to wreck you. “Mmm, I can tell,” she teases, glancing down at where your cock is stretching her open, watching the way you disappear into her over and over again. “You’re throbbing so much inside me, baby. Getting so close, aren’t you?”

“Fuck—” Your fingers dig into her waist, desperate for something to ground you, desperate to keep yourself from completely unraveling right then and there.

She moans, tilting her head, biting her lip. “Good,” she purrs, rolling her hips in deep, slow circles before slamming down again. “Because I am too.”

Your breath catches. "Shit—”

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasps, her pace turning frantic, desperate, her breath coming in quick, ragged moans as she rides you faster, harder, her whole body shaking with the force of it. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum—”

Your whole body tightens, your stomach tensing, your cock throbbing inside her as her moans get louder, higher, rawer. “Choa—”

“Cum for me,” she begs, her voice high and desperate. “Cum for me, baby, please—I need it—”

You groan, barely able to hold on, barely able to do anything but feel as she bounces on you, taking every inch, her body shaking as she gets closer, closer—

“Fuck, baby, your cock is so big—so thick—”

Your head spins, your balls tightening, your orgasm slamming into you like a freight train. “I’m gonna cum—”

“Me too—” she gasps, her hands gripping your chest, her whole body tensing. “Cum with me, baby—please, cum inside me—”

And fuck, you do.

Your whole body locks up, your vision going white as you explode inside her, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her, filling her so deep she screams, her back arching, her eyes rolling back as her own orgasm crashes over her.

“Oh my fucking god—”

Her walls pulse around you, milking you for everything, squeezing you so tight it’s almost unbearable. You groan, your hips jerking up into her as more thick, hot spurts shoot deep inside her, so much that it overflows, spilling out around your cock, dripping down between her thighs.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, collapsing forward, her forehead resting against your shoulder, her whole body trembling as she feels you pulse inside her, releasing the last few weak spurts, filling her up completely.

For a long moment, neither of you move. The only sound in the room is your harsh breathing, the faint hum of the city beyond the windows.

Then, finally, she exhales, pressing a slow, satisfied kiss against your neck.

“Mmm,” she hums, nuzzling into you. “You really know how to make a girl feel good, baby.”

“Fuck, I don’t even know what to say, Choa,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around her. “You’re… amazing.”

“You don’t have to say anything, baby,” she says, voice relaxed, breathing slowly against your body. “Let’s just stay like this for a while… while I feel your cum leaking out of me."

—

The thing about secrets? They never stay just in the dark.

At first, it’s just the sex. Weekly meetings that start behind closed doors, your bodies tangled in sheets, your mouths locked together in desperate, greedy kisses. The hunger between you is impossible to ignore, the chemistry too raw, too real. But somewhere along the way, between the heat of her skin and the sound of her breathless moans, between the nights spent in her bed and the mornings where she lingers just a little longer before letting you go, something changes.

It stops being just about fucking.

It spills out of the bedroom, slipping into the studio, into the music itself.

It starts small. A lyric here, a melody there. Subtle. Something in the way she sings a line, the way your harmonies blend together just a little too smoothly, like you were made to complement each other. Then, one day, you write a song—about her. Not obvious, not explicit, but anyone who really listens will hear it. The want, the secrecy, the way her body feels against yours, the way you can’t get her out of your head.

Choa notices immediately.

“You wrote this?” she asks, sitting beside you in the studio, listening to the raw demo play through the speakers.

You glance at her, shrugging casually. “Yeah.”

She hums, tapping her fingers against her knee. “It’s about me, isn’t it?”

You smirk. “What do you think?”

She shoots you a dry look, but there’s a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re not subtle.”

“Neither are you,” you counter.

Because you’ve noticed it too.

The way her songs have started changing. The lyrics she’s been writing, the little additions to the album—nothing obvious, nothing that could incriminate either of you, but the clues are there. The new songs don’t just fit the album’s original concept anymore. They’re something else entirely now.

They’re about you and her.

The producers were hesitant at first—changing the tracklist, altering the theme—but once they heard the demos, they didn’t argue. Something was working. The songs were better this way. Realer.

So the album is evolving, taking on a new shape, and no one knows the truth except the two of you.

And that’s when the idea hits you.

It’s reckless. Bold. Something that could backfire spectacularly if you fuck it up.

But it could work.

One night, after a long studio session, when it’s just the two of you left in the dimly lit recording booth, you bring it up.

“I want to record something,” you say, leaning against the console, watching her from across the room.

She stretches her arms over her head, her cropped hoodie riding up just enough to tease a glimpse of smooth skin. “We’ve been recording all day.”

“Not like this.”

She raises a brow. “Then like what?”

You pause for a second, then, keeping your voice casual, say, “I want to record us.”

Her head tilts. “Us?”

You take a step closer, lowering your voice. “Our sounds. While we fuck.”

That makes her pause.

Her expression is unreadable at first, lips slightly parted, dark eyes watching you carefully.

“Are you serious?” she asks after a beat.

“Yeah.”

Choa exhales, running a hand through her hair. “You do realize how risky that is, right?”

“Of course.” You keep your gaze steady. “But I know what I’m doing. I can mix it into the music—make it blend, camouflage it. Just enough that it’s there, but not obvious.”

She bites her lip, considering.

“Think about it,” you say, voice dropping lower. “A song about a secret relationship, with our actual sounds woven into it. A message no one but us will understand.”

Her breath shudders slightly, and you know she’s thinking about it now. About how dangerous it is. About how fucking hot it is.

There’s silence for a few seconds. Then—

“Alright,” she murmurs. “Let’s do it.”

—

The studio is dimly lit, only a few soft LED strips casting a moody glow over the equipment. The microphones are set up, levels adjusted, everything primed for what you’re about to do.

Choa stands in front of you, her petite frame outlined in the low light, her breathing already a little uneven.

“This is insane,” she mutters, but there’s a flicker of excitement in her eyes.

You step closer, hands settling on her hips. “Yeah,” you agree, smirking. “But that’s what makes it fun.”

And then you kiss her. It starts slow—teasing, deliberate—but it doesn’t stay that way for long. The second your hands tighten, the second your tongue sweeps against hers, Choa melts. She presses into you, small hands gripping at your shoulders, her body already moving against yours. Your fingers slide under the hem of her hoodie, skimming over her skin, and she lets out the softest sound against your lips.

Perfect.

The mics are on. Recording. Capturing every breath, every gasp.

You guide her back, pressing her up against the mixing console. She’s so damn small compared to you, so easy to maneuver, her frame fitting against yours like she was made to be there. When your fingers slip past the waistband of her shorts, dipping lower, she exhales sharply, head tilting back.

“Fuck,” she whispers, her voice a little breathless.

The mics pick it up.

You grin against her skin. “That’s what I want.”

She shivers as your fingers tease lower, her breath hitching when you press against her. Her hips move instinctively, a soft moan slipping out, and fuck, you know how good this is gonna sound in the mix.

It escalates quickly after that.

Clothes come off, hit the floor, forgotten. The heat between you builds, fast and urgent, but not careless—you’re aware of the mics, aware of what you need to capture. Every movement, every breath, every sound—

Choa’s nails dig into your shoulders as she gasps, her back arching off the console. “God, this is so fucking risky—”

“That’s what makes it hot,” you murmur against her throat.

And it is.

Because later, when the track is mixed and mastered, when the producers listen back, all they’ll hear is a smooth, sensual instrumental, layered vocals, a subtle echo of breathy sounds beneath the beat.

But you and Choa?

You’ll hear everything.

And no one else will ever know.

—

With the album finalized and the buzz growing, it was time to shoot the music video for the lead single. The song—smoldering, intimate, dripping with the tension of a secret relationship—demanded visuals that matched its energy. The label wanted something polished, something sexy without being too obvious. You and Choa had other ideas.

The concept meetings were long, filled with back-and-forth discussions about aesthetic, mood, narrative. Some of the early suggestions were generic—a standard “lovers in the city” storyline, slow-motion gazes, dramatic lighting. It was fine, but fine wasn’t enough. You wanted something real, something that matched the slow-burn heat of the track.

After a few brainstorming sessions, the final concept came together:

- The MV would be shot in a blend of film-like vignettes and raw, grainy handheld footage, capturing the feeling of stolen moments—glimpses into a relationship that exists behind closed doors.

- Some shots would be in a dimly lit motel room, curtains drawn, the atmosphere heavy with a hazy, golden glow. Choa would be lounging on the bed, fingers absently tracing lyrics in a notebook, while you, sitting on the floor with your guitar, glance at her in quiet admiration.

- There’d be scenes in a recording studio, mimicking the real-life intimacy of late-night sessions. Close-ups of lingering touches, stolen glances in the booth, the unspoken tension of two people pretending nothing’s happening when the air between them says otherwise.

- Street shots, filmed guerrilla-style—walking down an empty alleyway, brushing past each other but never fully touching, the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

- And then, the final sequence: a long take of you and Choa facing each other in the dark, lit only by flickering neon. She’d reach for you, hesitate, and then you’d pull her in. It wouldn’t be a full-on kiss—just the breath of one, lips barely touching, before the screen cut to black.

It was subtle. Implied. But everyone would feel it.

The shoot itself was intense.

Being in front of the camera together, knowing what had been happening off camera—it made every scene feel too real. The tension wasn’t faked, the chemistry wasn’t forced. When the director called “cut,” Choa would look at you with that knowing smirk, as if she could read your thoughts. And she probably could.

By the time the final edit was finished, you knew it was going to cause chaos.

And you were absolutely fine with that.

—

Once the previews of the MV dropped, everything went exactly as expected.

The internet exploded.

Fans dissected every frame, analyzing body language, theorizing about hidden messages in the lyrics. Some of them picked up on the way your hands lingered on Choa’s waist a little too naturally, how her eyes flickered to your lips during one of the longer shots. Some speculated that the entire video was autobiographical—based on real experiences rather than just the fictionalized romance of the song.

You and Choa never addressed it directly.

You let the mystery build.

Meanwhile, the label scheduled a quick promotional tour—press events, live performances, fan meets, a handful of TV and radio interviews. It was part of the rollout, but to you and Choa, it was another challenge: maintaining the façade of just collaborators while the world picked apart every interaction.

The first few Interviews were easy—basic questions about the songwriting process, how the collaboration came about. You both kept it professional, talking about mutual respect, artistic chemistry, how well your voices blended. But as expected, the real questions came soon enough.

You were sitting side by side at one of the bigger televised interviews, microphones clipped to your shirts, the host smiling knowingly as he leaned in.

“So, I have to ask,” he said, flipping through his notes. “One thing fans keep pointing out is your, uh, undeniable chemistry. How did you two manage to bring that into the music so naturally?”

Choa let out a small laugh, tilting her head slightly. “I think it’s just that we work well together. It’s easy when you have someone who gets what you’re trying to do.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I think from the start, we had the same vision for the album. So the chemistry you hear—it’s real, but it’s more about how we complement each other artistically.”

The Interviewer didn’t look convinced. “So you’re saying it’s all professional?”

Choa smirked slightly, shifting in her seat. “I’m saying the music speaks for itself.”

It was the perfect non-answer, leaving room for speculation without confirming anything.

The real moment, though, came a few interviews later.

A different host, a different show. You and Choa were more relaxed this time, the back-and-forth between you easier, more natural. And then—

“Now, I have to bring this up,” the interviewer said, grinning. “The age difference. You’re 20, and Choa, you’re 34. That’s a big gap, at least in industry terms. Did that affect your creative process?”

You and Choa glanced at each other.

The pause was barely noticeable, but the moment your eyes met, something passed between you—an unspoken understanding, a flicker of amusement.

Then, Choa tilted her head slightly, considering. “Honestly?” she said. “I think it helped.”

The interviewer raised his brows. “Helped how?”

You jumped in. “I mean, obviously, we have different experiences, different perspectives, but I think that’s why it worked so well. Choa’s got this incredible depth to her artistry because she’s been doing this longer—she knows how to tell a story in a song in a way that just hits.”

Choa smirked at you. “And you bring that reckless, young energy that makes everything fresh.”

You huffed a laugh. “Basically, yeah.”

The interviewer nodded, intrigued. “So no weird mentor-student vibes?”

Choa rolled her eyes. “God, no. He’s his own artist. I wouldn’t work with him if he wasn’t.”

The interviewer grinned. “Sounds like you two push each other.”

You smirked. “You could say that.”

But the truth?

The age difference wasn’t a barrier. If anything, it made things more interesting.

And as the tour continued, as the performances got hotter, the interviews got bolder, and the lines between work and whatever was really going on between you and Choa blurred even further, one thing was becoming increasingly clear—

This wasn’t just an album rollout.

This was something else entirely.

The press tour rolls on, and with every interview, every talk show, every single moment you and Choa spend in front of the cameras, the tension gets thicker.

It’s Inevitable.

Every night on this tour, every hotel you’ve checked into, every time she came to your room in the middle of the night. The moment the door locks behind you, her hands are on you, her mouth is on yours, and you’re stripping each other down like you can’t wait to feel skin on skin again. The sex is raw, desperate, like you’re making up for every hour you have to spend pretending none of this is happening.

And then, the next morning, you step out in front of the press, looking too well-rested, too at ease with each other, sitting too close on every talk show couch, finding excuses to touch—a casual hand on a thigh, a knee brushing against a knee, a playful tug on a sleeve. It’s subtle enough to be deniable, but not subtle enough to go unnoticed.

One of the first big ones is a late-night talk show, the kind where the host is a little too comfortable getting into personal business.

You and Choa sit side by side on the couch, the studio lights bright, the audience hanging on every word. The host leans in, smirking like he already knows he’s about to start something.

“So,” he says, flipping through his cue cards dramatically, “you two have been spending a lot of time together, huh?”

You and Choa exchange a glance.

She smirks. “I mean, yeah. It’s a collaboration. That’s how albums work.”

The audience chuckles, and you shake your head with an amused huff. “What, were we supposed to record it separately over Zoom or something?”

The host laughs. “Alright, alright. But be honest—there’s gotta be some moments where you get sick of each other.”

Another glance between you.

Choa leans into the mic, voice smooth. “Not really.”

The host raises an eyebrow. “Really? Not even a little?”

You shift slightly, your knee bumping against hers. “I think we get along too well, actually.”

Choa nods, her smirk deepening. “Yeah, it’s a problem.”

The host grins, picking up on the tone. “Oh yeah? And how exactly is that a problem?”

There’s a beat of silence—just long enough for the audience to get it, for a few scattered whistles to break out. You can feel Choa looking at you, her body warm next to yours.

You smirk. “Let’s just say… we have a very productive working relationship.”

The audience loses it.

Choa laughs, tilting her head, shooting you a look like she’s debating whether she should kick you under the table or encourage this.

The host raises his hands. “Look, I’m not trying to start anything, but—”

“Sure you’re not,” Choa deadpans.

He grins. “I just think it’s interesting that the album turned out so good. Like, there’s something extra in there, y’know?”

You chuckle, leaning back slightly, drumming your fingers against your thigh. “Passion.”

Choa nods, still smirking. “Exactly. We care about the music.”

Neither of you say anything explicit. You don’t have to.

But the host just sits back, shaking his head. “Man, you two are dangerous.”

The audience cheers again, and you and Choa just sit there, smug as hell, loving every second of it.

A few days later, another show, another set of questions.

This time, the age gap comes up again.

“So, Choa, you’re 34. And you,”—the interviewer turns to you—“are 20. Does that affect the way you guys work together?”

You already know the internet is going to eat up whatever you say next, so you pause, glancing at Choa first.

She quirks an eyebrow, waiting for you to answer.

You grin. “If anything, I think it helps.”

The interviewer leans in. “How so?”

You shrug. “I mean, she’s got experience.”

Choa stares at you for a second. You know what you meant. She knows what you meant. But fuck, the way the audience reacts—

Loud whoops, scattered applause, laughter—

Choa sighs dramatically, pinching the bridge of her nose. “He means musically.”

You smirk. “Of course. What else would I mean?”

She shakes her head, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

The interviewer, barely holding back a grin, says, “So, you like working with someone older?”

You nod. “Yeah. She knows what she’s doing.”

Another wave of cheers, this time mixed with laughter.

Choa leans forward, pointing at you. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

You just grin wider. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

And that’s how another round of fan theories is born.

Every single clip from these interviews goes viral.

- "The way they LOOKED at each other when the host asked if they ever get tired of each other… we lost, guys. They’re definitely fucking.”

- "The age gap question was a TRAP and he walked right into it and somehow made it worse. I love him.”

- "‘She’s got experience’—HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING.”

- "This is a controlled burn. They WANT us to go crazy.”

- "At this point, just announce the wedding, idk.”

And as the tour keeps going, as more interviews stack up, as you and Choa keep teasing the hell out of the press without ever confirming anything, the tension only builds.

Because every night, after playing it cool in front of the cameras, you’re back in another hotel room with her.

And there? There’s no need to hold back.

—

The tour is finally over.

It’s been a whirlwind—city after city, stage after stage, interview after interview. The music is a success, the controversy even more so. You and Choa had played the game too well, pushing just enough buttons to make people talk, to keep the rumors alive. The way you touched each other during performances, the loaded glances in interviews, the teasing, the non-answers. It was deliberate. And it worked.

Now, it’s time to celebrate.

You and Choa end up in a small, dimly lit bar, tucked away from the usual industry spots, just the two of you in a booth with a bottle of something strong between you. The music is low, the atmosphere warm, and the alcohol flows easily.

She’s sitting across from you, swirling the liquor in her glass, a lazy smirk playing on her lips. The dress she’s wearing is dangerous—black, sleek, hugging every curve, cut just high enough on her thighs that your eyes keep drifting lower.

“You know,” you murmur, leaning in slightly, “the last few months have been fucking incredible with you.”

She raises a brow, lips quirking. “Yeah?”

You nod, tilting your glass toward her. “Yeah.”

She hums, taking a slow sip before setting the glass down. “I feel the same way.” She tilts her head slightly, eyes dark and lidded. “You’re an amazing boy.”

Your grip on your drink tightens slightly. “Boy, huh?”

Her smirk deepens. “Mmm. Well, you are younger than me.”

You scoff. “You never seem to mind when we’re in bed.”

That gets you a soft laugh, her fingers tapping lightly against the table. “Touché.”

The drinking continues, and so does the flirting. Her foot brushes against yours under the table, lingering. Her gaze flickers down to your mouth when you speak. Your hand finds her knee at one point, testing, pressing lightly against her thigh—and when she doesn’t pull away, when she shifts slightly, pressing back, you know exactly where this night is going.

By the time you leave the bar, both of you are warm from the alcohol, the tension practically humming between you.

You take her back to your hotel room.

The moment the door closes behind you, you let your eyes rake over her properly, your gaze dragging over the curve of her body, the way the dress clings to her like a second skin.

“Fuck, you look so fucking hot in that,” you murmur, voice rougher now, heat pooling low in your stomach.

Choa exhales slowly, clearly pleased. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She steps closer, just enough that her fingers brush against your chest. Then she leans in, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “You wanna see what’s underneath?”

Your jaw tightens. "Yes."

And just like that, she starts stripping.

Slowly. Deliberately.

She keeps her eyes on you as she slides one strap of her dress down her shoulder, then the other, letting the fabric slip down her arms, down her torso, pooling at her feet. The lingerie underneath is delicate—lace, barely there, her body taut and perfect beneath it.

Your cock twitches in your pants, already hard, already aching, and she notices.

She smirks. “That didn’t take long.”

You exhale sharply, tugging at your own shirt, yanking it off before shoving down your pants, leaving you in just your underwear.

Her eyes drop to the obvious bulge straining against the fabric, and she bites her lip.

But you don’t let her comment.

Because the second her panties hit the floor, the second her bra slips from her shoulders, you step forward, grip her waist, and drop to your knees in front of her.

You press a slow, heated kiss to her stomach, just below her ribs.

Then another.

Then lower.

Your hands slide up her thighs, fingertips pressing into soft skin as your lips trail down—toward her heat, toward the place that’s already warm, already waiting for you.

And when you glance up at her, when you see the way she’s looking down at you—lips parted, chest rising and falling a little faster—

You know she wants this just as badly as you do.

The second your tongue touches her, Choa shudders.

You can feel it in the way her thighs twitch, in the way her breath stutters in her throat, the soft gasp that slips past her lips as she fists a hand in your hair. She’s already warm, already wet, already so fucking ready for you.

You start slow, dragging your tongue up her slit, tasting her, savoring the slick heat of her. Your hands grip her ass, squeezing, pulling her closer as you press deeper, licking into her with long, slow strokes.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her hips shifting instinctively toward your mouth. “God—your tongue is so fucking long.”

You smirk against her, flicking your tongue over her clit in teasing little circles, feeling the way her body reacts—the way her thighs clench, the way she tries to hold still but can’t, already too sensitive, too worked up.

“You love this,” you murmur against her, voice muffled by the heat of her.

She exhales sharply, her fingers tightening in your hair. “Obviously,” she says, breathless. “Don’t stop.”

Like you ever would.

You press your tongue flat against her, dragging slow, deliberate patterns over her clit, alternating between sucking lightly and teasing her with gentle flicks. Every time you change the pressure, she reacts—her breath hitching, her grip on you tightening, her thighs trembling around your head.

You love this.

Love the way she tastes, love the way she sounds, love the way her body melts under your tongue.

But then she whimpers—high and desperate—and fuck, that does something to you.

You need to take this further.

You grip her ass tighter, your fingers digging into soft flesh as you lift her.

“Oh my God—”

She barely has time to process it before she’s off the ground, her legs wrapping around your shoulders on instinct. “Are you serious—”

You are.

You’ve got Choa hoisted up, her petite frame nothing in your grip, legs dangling over your shoulders as you bury your face in her pussy. She’s light as fuck, and you’re flexing hard, showing off, holding her like she’s weightless. Her scent’s all over you, hot and slick, and you’re devouring her—tongue lashing wild against her clit, lips smacking messy and loud.

“Holy—fuck—”

She clutches your head, her fingers tight in your hair, her thighs squeezing around you as you devour her.

And fuck—she’s so wet, so hot, so perfect against your mouth.

Her thighs tremble against your ears, slick and hot, muscles flexing each time your tongue flicks against that perfect spot. She’s weightless in your grasp, hoisted up like she belongs nowhere else but in your arms, your hands gripping her ass to keep her steady. Choa’s head falls back, hair spilling, her lips parted on a breathless moan that turns into something closer to a whimper when you suck harder, pulling her clit into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

“F-fuck—oh my god—” Her nails scrape at your shoulders, uselessly trying to hold onto something, anything, but there’s nothing she can do except take it. Her legs twitch around your head, heels digging into your back, but she’s not trying to get away—hell no, she’s pushing herself closer, rocking her hips forward like she wants to drown you in the mess she’s making.

“You’re so fucking strong,” she chokes out, voice ragged, barely holding together. Her hands claw up to her tits, grabbing them hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh like she’s gonna lose it if she doesn’t hold on. “Shit—nobody’s ever—fuck—done this to me!”

Her words hit you like a shot of adrenaline, and you growl into her, the sound buzzing against her swollen clit. She yelps, sharp and desperate, as you flick your tongue faster—sloppy, ruthless—then clamp your lips around that sensitive little bud and suck. Hard. Deep. Like you’re trying to rip the climax straight out of her soul.

Her moans turn Into screams, high and jagged, her tiny body locking up in your hands. You feel it—her thighs clamping around your skull, trembling so bad you know she’s teetering right on the edge. Your fingers dig into her ass, bruising the soft curves, yanking her tighter against your face. She’s got nowhere to go—pinned, helpless, and she fucking loves it.

“You’re gonna—oh fuck, baby—!”

That baby cracks something feral in you. You snarl into her dripping heat, tongue plunging deep inside her, twisting just right, then dragging back to her clit. You suck again—merciless, starving—like you’re gonna eat her alive.

She breaks.

Her whole body seizes, thighs crushing your head so tight her screams get muffled in your ears. Her back bows, nails rake bloody trails down your shoulders, and she’s cumming—hips bucking wild, uncontrollable, like she’s possessed. She’s loud as hell, a raw, shattered mess of sound, too far gone to give a shit who hears.

You don’t let up. You won’t. You keep sucking, keep lapping at her, dragging that orgasm out ‘til she’s drowning in it. She’s thrashing now, gasping, legs quaking, hands shoving at your head—but it’s weak, sloppy, like her body’s too wrecked to fight.

“Too much—fuck, I can’t—!”

Bullshit. She can. You know she can take it, knows she’s never been pushed this far, never had someone wring her dry ‘til she’s just a shuddering, pleasure-soaked shell. Still, you ease off—just a little—slowing your tongue to lazy, heavy strokes, letting her crash back down in shaky, panting sobs.

When you finally pull your face away, your lips and chin are drenched, glistening with her. She’s a goddamn wreck—skin flushed red, chest heaving, mouth slack with these soft, broken whimpers as she stares at the ceiling, dazed, like her brain’s still catching up.

You shift your grip, lowering her slow to the bed. Her legs are useless, jelly, twitching with little aftershocks as she sprawls out. You press one last kiss to her inner thigh—slow, deliberate—and she jolts, a hoarse little cry slipping out.

“You okay?” you ask.

She lets out a soft, breathy laugh, tilting her head to look at you through half-lidded eyes. “Okay?” she echoes. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this okay.”

You chuckle, brushing your lips over her stomach, trailing upwards, slow and lazy. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

Choa hums, reaching up to card her fingers through your hair. “You did,” she murmurs, her voice softer now, warmer. “And I think I might be obsessed.”

You smirk against her skin, then press a lingering kiss between her breasts before finally settling between her legs, taking your time, letting the moment stretch, letting the anticipation coil tight between you. Choa is sprawled out on the bed, her hair a mess against the pillow, her skin flushed and glowing. She’s still catching her breath from what you just did to her, but there’s hunger in her eyes, a need that hasn’t been satisfied yet. And you plan to satisfy it.

Your hands trail up the length of her body, slow and deliberate, tracing over her soft, smooth skin. You start at her thighs, feeling the heat still radiating from her, then move up, over the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, until you reach her stomach.

Your fingers spread wide over her toned abs, pressing lightly, feeling the firmness beneath your palm. “Fuck, you’re hot,” you murmur, more to yourself than anything, your thumb sweeping slow circles just above her navel.

Choa bites her lip, watching you with half-lidded eyes. “Yeah?” she breathes, arching slightly into your touch.

You grin, leaning down to brush your lips against her skin, your breath hot against her stomach. “Yeah,” you say, voice thick with heat. “This body drives me crazy.”

Her breath hitches, her fingers twitching against the sheets, and then she smirks—lazy, teasing, but her voice is nothing but warmth when she whispers, “It’s all yours.”

Something about the way she says it, so simple, so fucking confident, makes your blood burn hotter. Your cock twitches, already achingly hard, already pressing against her inner thigh. You shift slightly, angling your hips just right, and let the thick head of your cock slide against her entrance—just enough to tease, to coat yourself in the wetness that’s already dripping down her thighs.

Choa’s breath stutters. She twitches beneath you, her hands gripping the sheets, her thighs pressing tighter around your hips. “Fuck,” she breathes, her voice trembling. “Don’t tease me—”

But you do tease.

You roll your hips, dragging the length of your cock against her, sliding up and down, letting her feel every inch but not giving her what she really wants. You watch her face closely—the way her lips part, the way her brows knit together in frustration, the way her body reacts to the way you touch her.

“Tell me,” you murmur, pressing the tip against her, just barely pushing inside before pulling back again. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Choa groans, her head falling back against the pillow, her fingers digging into the sheets. “So bad,” she gasps, rocking her hips up, trying to get more friction. “Baby, please—”

You chuckle, enjoying the sight of her like this—needy, desperate, fucking begging for it.

“Not sure I believe you,” you taunt, teasing her entrance again, watching the way her whole body tenses at the sensation. “You gotta beg a little more, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, you’re evil,” she whines, her thighs trembling around your waist. “Please, I need you—need you to fill me up, stretch me out—”

That makes your cock throb.

Her hands fly to your shoulders, nails pressing into your skin as she pulls you down, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice barely breathless, desperate, wrecked.

“Baby, please,” she moans. “I need your cock so bad, I—fuck, I can’t wait anymore, just fuck me—”

Gripping her waist, you tilt her hips up slightly, line yourself up, and in one slow, smooth thrust, you push inside.

Her mouth drops open.

“Oh my god—”

Her walls stretch around you, tight, so fucking tight it makes your vision blur for a second. You groan, low and rough, your fingers digging into her hips as you bottom out, feeling the way she clenches around you, pulsing, squeezing you like she’s never taken something this deep before.

Choa gasps, eyes wide, lips parted as she stares up at you in shock.

“Shit,” she breathes, her hands flying to your arms, gripping tight. “You’re so fucking big—”

And then she looks down.

She sees it.

Right there, in the middle of her stomach, a faint bulge pressing against her lower abdomen every time you move.

Her breath catches. “Oh my god, baby, I can see you inside me—”

Something about the way she moans those words makes you lose your goddamn mind.

“You like that?” you grunt, rolling your hips, watching the way that bulge moves, the way it presses against her skin with every deep thrust. “Fuck, Choa, you’re so fucking tight—”

She whimpers, nails raking down your back, her legs wrapping around you tighter. “Yes, I love it, I love feeling you this deep—baby, fuck—”

Your rhythm picks up, faster, harder, your hips snapping against her as you fuck her into the mattress. Each stroke is deep, each thrust dragging against every sensitive spot inside her, making her writhe, making her cry out, making her completely lose herself under you.

The alcohol makes everything sharper, more intense. Every touch, every sound, every sensation is amplified, and neither of you can hold back. She’s moaning uncontrollably, her voice breathy and wrecked, and you’re growling against her neck, whispering filthy things in her ear, telling her how fucking good she feels, how perfect she is around you.

And then—

“Look at yourself,” you murmur, grabbing her hand, pressing it against her lower stomach. “Feel it.”

Her breath hitches. She spreads her fingers over the bulge, gasping as she presses down lightly, feeling exactly where you’re filling her.

“Holy fuck,” she whimpers, her body shuddering. “You’re so deep, I—I can feel you in my stomach—”

That sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, makes your thrusts grow erratic, desperate. Your hips snap harder, your pace ruthless, and she takes it, moaning, gasping, begging for more.

“Don’t stop,” she pants, legs locking around you, her heels digging into your lower back. “Please, don’t stop—”

“Not stopping,” you growl, voice strained. “Never stopping.”

She’s trembling beneath you, her body arching, her nails digging into your skin like she’s trying to anchor herself.

You’re fucking her deep, every thrust sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through both of you, the heat between your bodies unbearable. Choa’s legs still locked around your waist, her nails raking over your back, leaving streaks of red in their wake. She’s moaning, breathless and wrecked, but still—still—she finds the strength to demand more.

“Harder, baby,” she gasps, her voice breaking around the words. “Don’t hold back—fuck, make me cum.”

And fuck, how are you supposed to deny her when she sounds like that?

You grip her hips, pulling her down onto you as you thrust harder, your pace going from deep and steady to ruthless. The headboard slams against the wall with every snap of your hips, the mattress creaking under the force of it, but neither of you care. The only thing that matters is the way she feels around you—so fucking tight, so perfect, like she was made to take you.

“Shit,” you growl, leaning down, your mouth hot against her ear. “You love getting fucked like this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her breath hitching. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close—”

That’s all you need to hear. You’re done playing. No more slow rolls, no more teasing drags. Your hands clamp around her narrow waist, fingers digging in so hard you know you’re leaving marks—red, angry imprints she’ll feel tomorrow. You pound into her, relentless, your cock slamming against every tender spot inside her, stretching her open, owning her. Each thrust shakes her whole frame, her petite body jolting under you like she’s made for this, made to break.

“Oh my fucking god—!” Choa’s scream rips out, high and wild, her back bowing off the bed. Her nails claw into your forearms, scraping bloody trails down your skin, sharp enough to sting, deep enough to mark you back. “Yes—fuck, yes—just like that, don’t you fucking stop—!”

Her desperation lights you up, a guttural growl tearing from your throat. You don’t stop—you can’t. You go harder, faster, hips snapping with brutal precision, the wet smack of skin on skin filling the air, loud and filthy. Your fingers slide down, finding where you’re joined, her pussy soaked and pulsing around you. You press your thumb to her clit—swollen, slick, begging for it—and start rubbing, quick and rough, tight circles that make her sob.

She’s unraveling, fast. Her thighs quake, her breath catches in sharp, frantic gasps. “Baby—” she chokes out, voice breaking, body trembling like it’s about to snap. “I’m—oh fuck, I’m so fucking close—!”

“You gonna cum for me again?” Your voice is a low, ragged snarl, barely holding it together yourself. You can feel it—the heat coiling tight in your gut, your cock throbbing inside her, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. But this isn’t about you yet. It’s about her. About wrecking her.

“Yes—fuck, yes—!” Her words dissolve into a whine, high and needy, her eyes squeezing shut as her head thrashes against the pillow, hair sticking to her sweat-drenched face.

You don’t let up. You keep that punishing rhythm, fucking her straight through the buildup, your thumb pressing harder against her clit, grinding it now, ruthless, fast, until her whole body locks up.

She shatters.

Choa’s scream is raw, guttural—a sound that tears from her chest as her body arches off the bed, spine curving so hard you think she might break. Her walls clamp down around you, tight and pulsing, milking your cock in waves so intense it nearly pulls you over with her. You feel it all—her heat, her slickness, the way her pussy grips you like a vice, like she’s trying to drag you deeper even as she falls apart. Her legs shake violently, toes curling, heels digging into the mattress as she rides it out, hips jerking against you in frantic, uneven thrusts.

Her nails rake down your back now, leaving fire in their wake, and her breath comes in short, broken sobs—half pleasure, half overwhelm. “Baby—!” she gasps again, voice wrecked, barely audible over the blood roaring in your ears.

You don’t stop moving. You grind into her, slow and deep, dragging out every shudder, every twitch, watching her lose herself completely. Her abs flex tighter, the bulge of your cock still visible, shifting under her skin with every roll of your hips. Her chest heaves, perky tits bouncing with each ragged breath, nipples hard and dark against her flushed skin. Sweat beads on her collarbone, catching the dim light, and her lips part, swollen and red from biting them raw.

She’s a fucking mess—beautiful, ruined, trembling through the aftershocks. Her thighs quiver uncontrollably, muscles jumping under her skin as she collapses back against the bed, spent, boneless. Her hands fall limp to her sides, fingers twitching like she’s still reaching for something, anything, to ground her.

You slow down, just enough to let her breathe, but you’re still buried balls-deep, still rock-hard, aching inside her. The heat of her, the way she’s clenching around you even now—it’s torture, the best kind. Your hands slide up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her tits, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she tries to pull air back into her lungs.

Her eyes flutter open, dark and glassy, pupils blown wide with pleasure. She looks up at you, dazed, lips curling into a slow, crooked smirk that’s equal parts exhausted and cocky. “Still hard for me, huh?” Her voice is hoarse, scratched raw from screaming, but there’s a spark in it, a challenge.

You let out a sharp breath, almost a laugh, your grip tightening on her hips. You drag her against you—slow, deliberate—letting her feel every inch of you still throbbing inside her, the slick friction making her whimper despite herself. “Yeah,” you mutter, voice rough as gravel, thick with need. “Still hard. Still not fucking done with you.”

Her smirk falters, eyes widening just a fraction as you shift your weight, pinning her harder against the bed. You pull back, almost all the way out, the tip of your cock barely inside her, and she whines—a soft, broken sound that tells you she’s not ready for it to end either. Then you slam back in, deep and sudden, and her head snaps back, a fresh cry tearing from her throat.

You lean down, mouth crashing against hers, swallowing her gasps as your tongue dives in, tasting the salt of her sweat, the heat of her desperation. Her hands find your shoulders again, nails biting into your skin, pulling you closer even as her body trembles beneath you.

Choa moans sweetly, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw before pushing lightly against your chest. “Stand up.”

You blink, still dazed, still lost in the feel of her. “What?”

She smirks, licking her lips, and there’s something dangerous in her eyes as she moves to sit up. “I said, stand up, baby.”

Your pulse spikes.

You do as she says, straightening, your breath uneven, your cock still slick and throbbing. Choa slides off the bed, moving slowly, deliberately, until she’s kneeling in front of you, her hands trailing up your thighs.

She looks up at you through dark lashes, her lips still swollen, still glistening. “Let me clean you up,” she murmurs.

You barely have time to react before she leans in, her tongue flicking out, warm and wet as it drags up the length of your cock. Your jaw clenches, your hands fisting at your sides, struggling to keep it together as she takes her time, licking you clean, savoring the taste of herself on your skin.

“Mmm,” she hums, her tongue circling the head, teasing, tasting, before she finally wraps her lips around you, sinking down—

Your breath shudders out of you. It’s supposed to be clean-up, just her licking you clean, tasting herself on your skin, but fuck—Choa doesn’t do just anything. She’s got her mouth stretched around you, sucking slow, deep, like she’s savoring it, letting her tongue flick over the sensitive spots she already knows drive you crazy.

“Fuck,” you groan, your hands twitching at your sides, resisting the urge to just grab her hair and guide her exactly how you want. But she’s taking her time, teasing you, her tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the length, making a mess of you, her spit mixing with the slickness already there.

You’re getting wet, and it’s only making you harder.

Choa hums around you, her throat vibrating, and fuck—she’s enjoying this, really enjoying this. Her hands stay light on your thighs, steadying herself as she bobs her head, taking you deeper each time.

And then—

She goes for it.

One smooth, practiced motion, and she takes you down.

Your cock sinks into her throat, inch by inch, until her lips are flush against your base, her nose pressing against your lower stomach. The heat, the tightness, the way her throat constricts around you—it’s perfect, fucking perfect, and you let out a ragged growl, your fingers twitching with the need to move.

She holds herself there, breathing through her nose, her throat working around you, adjusting. Then she pulls back, just enough to take a breath, spit connecting her lips to your cock, before she does it again.

Deep. Deeper.

“Shit, Choa—”

You can’t not react to that. Your hand moves on instinct, tangling in her hair, holding her there just a second longer, letting her throat squeeze around you before guiding her back. She gasps through her nose but takes it, eyes fluttering shut, her jaw slack, her throat stretched around your size.

The control slips before you realize it’s happening.

You move her.

At first, it’s just your grip in her hair, guiding her down, pulling her back, letting her take the rhythm you want. But then—fuck, it’s too much, too good, the way her lips stretch around you, the obscene wet sounds she’s making, the way drool is already dripping down her chin. You start moving faster, your hips joining the motion, pushing deeper, fucking into her mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts.

And she lets you.

She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull back—if anything, she welcomes it, her hands gripping your thighs, steadying herself, letting you take control.

Her throat is so fucking tight, so wet, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth, her lipstick smeared, her mascara smudging just slightly from the effort.

“You’re taking it so well,” you groan, tightening your grip, guiding her down again, deeper this time. “Fuck, Choa—”

Her moan vibrates around you, wrecked and eager.

Then something snaps.

You don’t think. You don’t hold back, fingers twisting hard into the strands, yanking her head still as you fuck her face. No hesitation, no gentleness—just raw, greedy thrusts, shoving your cock deep into her throat, chasing that tight, slick heat that’s driving you insane. Her gag reflex kicks in, a wet choke vibrating around you, but she doesn’t pull away—she leans into it, letting you use her, letting you ruin her.

Her eyes flick up, glassy and wild, pupils blown wide, tears prickling at the corners—not from pain, but from the sheer fucking intensity of it. She’s a mess—spit spills from her lips, glistening trails dripping down her chin, pooling on the floor between her knees. Her cheeks hollow out with every thrust, her throat squeezing you so tight it’s almost too much, and it’s perfect.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” you rasp, voice scraping out of you, thick with lust. You can’t stop staring—her flushed skin, sweat beading on her forehead, the way her jaw works to take you, the obscene bulge of your cock sliding down her throat. Her mascara’s smudging, black streaks smearing under her eyes, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

She blinks up at you, dazed but burning, that spark in her gaze cutting through the haze. She’s not just taking it—she’s loving it, reveling in the way you’re unraveling her, the way you’re losing yourself in her mouth. Her nails dig into your thighs, sharp little crescents biting into your skin, leaving red welts you’ll feel later. Her whole body shudders with each thrust, her tits bouncing slightly, nipples incredibly hard.

“You love this, don’t you?” you growl, slowing just a fraction, dragging your cock back across her tongue, letting her taste every inch of you. The heat of her mouth is unreal—wet, sloppy, coating you in her spit—and you feel her hum, a low, needy sound that vibrates straight through you. Her hands grip tighter, nails scraping now, dragging slow, deliberate lines down your thighs like she’s marking you back.

Then—fuck—she nods. With your cock still buried in her throat, her head bobs just enough to answer, lips stretched wide, spit bubbling at the corners. That little move—her saying yes without pulling off—snaps the last thread of your control. Your breath shudders out, ragged and loud, chest heaving as you thrust one more time, slow and deep, letting her throat clench around you, soaking you in her slick mess.

You pull back, abrupt and rough, your cock slipping free with a wet pop. A thick strand of spit stretches between her lips and the tip, glistening in the dim light, snapping when she gasps for air. Her chest heaves, breaths coming in short, wrecked bursts, her mouth red and swollen, lips shiny with spit and pre-cum. She’s trembling, knees shifting on the floor, thighs pressed together like she’s aching down there too.

Her tongue darts out, slow and deliberate, licking the mess from her lips—swiping across the bottom one first, then the top, savoring it. Her eyes lock on yours, dark and heavy, and she smirks, a crooked, satisfied little curve that says she knows exactly what she’s done to you. “Mmm,” she hums, voice hoarse, scratched raw from your cock. “Now that’s a thorough cleaning.”

You groan, wiping the back of your hand over your mouth, trying to breathe, trying to think.

But then she shifts on her knees, tilting her head, her smirk deepening.

“You still haven’t cum yet, baby,” she purrs, running a teasing hand over her own stomach, down to her thighs. “Guess I’ll just have to let you fuck my ass instead.”

Your entire body tenses.

Your cock throbs.

The hunger in her eyes, the teasing curve of her lips, the way she says it—like it’s nothing, like she’s been waiting for this, like she wants it as much as you do—

“Fuck,” you breathe. “I was missing your ass.”

Choa just giggles, licking her lips again, dragging her nails down your thighs before moving to bed, shifting onto all fours, tilting her hips up, arching her back—presenting herself like an invitation you’d be a goddamn fool to refuse.

She glances over her shoulder, eyes dark, sultry, teasing.

“Come on, babe boy,” she murmurs, wiggling her hips just slightly. “What are you waiting for?”

Your jaw clenches. Your breath catches. And then—you move.

You position yourself behind her, hands gripping her hips, your cock already throbbing at the sight of her—Choa, on all fours, back arched just right, ass raised, offering herself up like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And by now, it is natural. You’ve fucked her like this so many times during the tour—stolen moments in hotel rooms, backstage dressing areas, nights where she was too impatient to wait until after a show.

And yet—fuck—it never gets old.

She wiggles her hips slightly, teasing you, and you can’t resist reaching out, grabbing a handful of her ass, squeezing it tight before giving it a little shake.

Choa giggles, glancing over her shoulder, her hair falling into her face. “You’re obsessed,” she teases, voice warm, playful.

You smirk, running your hands over the soft, round curves. “Damn right I am. Look at this ass—so fucking juicy.”

She hums, pleased, shifting her weight slightly. “I know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmmhmm. I see you staring when I wear tight shit,” she says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re not exactly subtle, baby.”

You huff a laugh, kneading her ass with both hands, spreading her just slightly. “Can you blame me?”

“Not at all,” she purrs, pressing back against your touch. “You can look all you want, baby. It’s yours.”

And fuck, if that doesn’t send a bolt of heat straight down your spine.

Before you do anything else, you have to taste her.

You lean in, slow, deliberate, letting her feel your breath first—hot and heavy against her bare cheek. She shifts, a tiny twitch, and you drag your long tongue over the curve of her ass, slowly, teasing, tasting the salt of her skin. It’s smooth, soft, warm under your lips, and you take your time, tracing the shape of her before dipping lower. Her breath hitches, a sharp little sound that cuts through the air, and you smirk against her, pressing your lips harder, kissing the sensitive spot just above where she really wants you.

“Oh—fuck,” she whispers, voice thin and shaky, her back arching hard, pushing her ass higher like she’s begging for it.

You don’t give it to her right away. You tease instead, flicking your tongue just around her tight little entrance, circling slow, letting the heat build. She’s so fucking responsive—every twitch, every tremble ripples through her, her thighs quivering like she’s already on the edge. You can hear the sheets rustle as her hands claw into them, knuckles white, her breath coming faster now, ragged and uneven.

Then you go in. Your tongue presses flat against her, wet and slick, lapping at the tight ring of muscle with slow, deliberate strokes. She jolts, a choked moan spilling from her lips, and you growl into her, circling faster, teasing the edges before pushing the tip of your tongue just inside. She’s so goddamn tight, clenching instinctively, but you keep working her—long, deep licks, then quick flicks, tasting her, opening her up.

“Baby—!” Her voice cracks, high and desperate, her whole body shuddering under you. “Oh my fucking god—!”

The way she says it—half plea, half curse—lights you up. You hum against her, low and rough, the vibration sinking into her, and she whines, her hips rocking back, chasing more. Her ass presses harder against your face, cheeks soft and warm around you, and you can feel her relax, giving in, letting you take her apart. Your tongue dives deeper now, long and thick, pushing past that tight resistance, fucking into her slow and steady. She’s dripping—sweat, spit, her own arousal slicking down her thighs—and you love it, love how messy she’s getting, how raw this is.

You pull back just a fraction, enough to see her—ass glistening, pink and puckered, trembling under your touch. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” you mutter, voice gravelly, thick with want. Then you spit—a fat, warm glob landing right on her hole, dripping slow between her cheeks, mixing with the mess you’ve already made. It’s filthy, obscene, and her whole body jerks when it hits, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat.

“Shit—!” she cries, her hands fisting the sheets tighter, dragging them into wrinkled clumps. Her legs shake harder now, knees sliding wider on the bed, opening herself up even more. You dive back in, tongue lashing over her again, spreading the slickness, working it into her. She’s loosening up, bit by bit, her tight little hole softening under your mouth, and you can feel it—the way she’s starting to crave what’s coming next.

Your hands grip her cheeks, spreading her wide, thumbs digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave red marks. She whimpers, a broken little sound, and you press your face deeper, nose brushing her skin, tongue fucking into her with wet, sloppy thrusts. The taste of her—raw, sweaty, mixed with your spit—floods your senses, and you groan into her, the sound muffled by her heat.

“Please—” she gasps, barely coherent, her voice wrecked and needy. “Baby, fuck, I can’t—!”

You know what she wants. She’s not saying it yet, but her body’s screaming—hips grinding back, thighs trembling, ass clenching around your tongue like she’s already imagining your cock. You pull back again, slow, letting a thick string of spit trail from your lips to her hole, watching it glisten in the low light. Her back’s arched so hard her spine’s a perfect curve, sweat pooling in the dip above her ass, and her breathing’s a mess—short, shallow pants like she’s drowning in it.

“You ready for me?” you rasp, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, your chin slick and shiny with her. Your cock’s throbbing, hard as steel, pre-cum beading at the tip, and you stroke yourself once, slow and firm, just to take the edge off.

She nods, frantic, head turning so you catch the side of her face—lips parted, cheeks flushed red, eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Yes—fuck, please,” she breathes, voice hoarse, desperate.

You smirk, leaning back in to give her one last swipe—a long, slow lick from her hole up the curve of her ass, savoring her shudder. She’s prepped, wet, open, and fucking begging for it. You’re not done tasting her—but now, it’s time to claim her.

You stroke yourself again, once, twice, spreading her with one hand as you line up, pressing the head of your cock against her entrance.

“You sure, baby?” you murmur, teasing her just a little, dragging the tip up and down.

“Yes,” she says immediately, her voice breathless, impatient. “Give it to me.”

And fuck, you do.

You press forward, slow at first, letting her stretch around you inch by inch, feeling every tight, perfect inch sink into her.

“Jesus,” you groan, gripping her waist, steadying yourself. “Still so fucking tight—”

“Mmmm—” Choa’s fingers dig into the sheets, her breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps. “F-fuck, baby—”

You push in deeper, your cock throbbing at the way she clenches around you, the heat of her body pulling you in. “You’d think after all the times I’ve fucked this ass, it’d be looser,” you rasp, dragging a hand up her back, gripping the nape of her neck. “But you’re still so fucking tight, baby.”

“Because it’s yours,” she gasps, rocking her hips back, trying to take more of you. “Made for you—only want you, baby—”

Fuck.

She knows exactly what to say.

You groan, gripping her tighter, then start to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling out almost completely before sinking back in, letting her feel every thick inch stretch her open.

“Oh my god—” she chokes out, her body trembling. “Baby, you’re so fucking big—”

“Yeah?” you grunt, squeezing her ass with both hands, watching the way your cock disappears into her. “You still addicted to it?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, pressing back against you, desperate for more. “So addicted—I need it, baby, need you to fill me up—”

That makes your cock twitch.

You start moving faster, picking up the pace, gripping her hips as you drive into her, each thrust deeper, harder.

“Fuck, baby—” she gasps, her voice high, shaky. “Harder—please, baby, I can take it—”

And you give it to her.

Your rhythm turns ruthless, your hips snapping against her, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filling the room. You grip her waist, holding her steady, watching the way she takes every inch of you like she was made for this.

“Holy shit, baby—” she moans, her body rocking forward with every deep thrust. “You feel so fucking good—”

“Yeah?” you growl, tightening your grip. “You love getting your ass fucked like this?”

“Yes—yes, baby—fuck, I love it, love it so much—”

Your hand moves to her lower back, pressing down just slightly, forcing her into a deeper arch. “You’re so fucking filthy,” you groan, watching the way your cock stretches her open, the way she clenches around you every time you push in. “Taking me so well, baby—”

“All yours, baby,” she gasps. “Fuck me—harder—please, I want to feel it tomorrow—”

And fuck, that does it.

Your grip tightens on her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, anchoring her in place as you drive into her, deeper, harder. The way her body responds—the way she trembles, the way she clenches around you, the way she gasps like she can barely take it but still needs more—only fuels you.

“F-fuck, baby—” Choa’s voice is a wrecked, breathy mess, her face buried in the sheets, her back arching beautifully beneath you. “So deep—so fucking deep—”

“Yeah?” you murmur, voice low and rough, leaning over her, pressing a hand flat between her shoulder blades to keep her locked down. Her back arches under the pressure, ass tilting higher, begging for more. “You love this shit, don’t you? Love having your tight little ass wrecked by my big fucking cock?”

“Yes,” she moans, voice high and needy, cracking around the edges like she’s already losing it. ���Fuck, I love it—love being so fucking full of you—” Her words spill out fast, desperate, her breath hitching every time you shift inside her. She’s an anal whore through and through, a size queen who lives for this—lives for the stretch, the burn, the way you split her open.

That’s it. Your restraint’s gone, shredded to nothing. You grab her hips with both hands, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and yank her back onto you, slamming your cock into her ass so deep the bedframe groans under the force. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes—sharp, wet, filthy—mixing with her breathy whimpers that turn into full-on moans, loud and uncontrollable. The headboard bangs against the wall, a steady thud-thud-thud that matches your rhythm, and you don’t give a fuck if the neighbors hear.

“Oh—oh my fucking god—” she gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets, twisting them into knots as she tries to hold on. “Baby—fuck—it’s so good, so fucking good—” Her voice is a mess, breaking apart, barely holding together as you pound into her. She’s gone, lost in the stretch, in the way you’re railing her ass like it’s yours to ruin.

You smirk, loving how she can’t even string a sentence together, how she’s just a whining, moaning puddle under you. Her thighs tremble, knees sliding wider on the mattress, opening herself up more, letting you hit even deeper. You can feel her clenching around you, tight and hot, her body begging for it, screaming for you to push her over the edge.

And then—fuck—she loses it completely. “Make me cum!” she screams, voice raw, splitting open with need. “Baby, fucking make me cum—I need it so bad—please—”

That snaps you.

You growl, low and feral, grabbing both her wrists and wrenching them behind her back, pinning them in one hand. Her shoulders lift, chest hovering off the bed, and you’ve got her locked—helpless, totally under your control. You slam into her ass, deep and brutal, burying yourself to the hilt with every thrust. The angle’s perfect, your cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her, stretching her so wide she’s shaking.

“Oh—fuck—” she sobs, head tipping back, hair sticking to her sweaty face, mouth gaping as she gasps for air. “Yes—yes, baby—oh my god—yes—” Her moans break into jagged whimpers, her whole body quaking every time you bottom out. You can see her ass ripple with each thrust, cheeks bouncing, skin turning pink from the impact. Sweat drips down her spine, pooling in the small of her back, and her thighs are slick, trembling so hard she’s barely holding herself up.

“You wanted it?” you snarl, voice rough, strained from how fucking good she feels—tight, hot, gripping you like she never wants to let go. “You fucking demanded it?”

“Yes—baby—yes—” Her words are a chant, frantic, spilling out between sobs and gasps.

“Then fucking take it.”

You go harder, ruthless, hips snapping with punishing force, your grip on her wrists tightening until you feel her bones shift under your fingers. She’s completely at your mercy, body jerking with every thrust, ass swallowing your cock like it’s made for this. She’s an anal slut, drooling for the size, for the way you’re tearing her apart, and you can hear it in her voice—raw, wrecked, loving it.

“Oh my god—oh my god—oh my fucking god—” she chants, her voice climbing higher, breaking apart as her body starts to shake harder. “I—baby—I’m gonna—oh fuck—”

That’s all you need. You fuck her straight through it, driving deep, relentless, feeling her ass clench tighter, her whole body seizing up. She’s cumming—hard—her scream ripping through the room, loud and jagged, her back arching so far her spine looks ready to snap. Her toes curl, heels digging into the bed, and her walls clamp down around you, pulsing, milking your cock as her orgasm tears through her.

“Fuck, baby—” she sobs, voice shattering, “I’m cumming—I’m fucking cumming—”

You don’t stop. You keep pounding, rolling your hips hard, dragging it out, making her ride every wave until she’s a trembling, whimpering mess. Her thighs give out, knees slipping, but you hold her up by her wrists, keeping her impaled on you. She’s gone—eyes squeezed shut, mouth slack, drool leaking onto the sheets as she gasps and shakes, her ass still twitching around you.

“Shit—shit—oh my god, baby—” Her voice is hoarse, barely there, breaking into soft, pathetic little cries as the aftershocks hit. You slow just a fraction, keeping your cock buried deep, letting her feel it—letting her feel how you’re still hard, still throbbing inside her wrecked ass.

You’re close now, teetering on the edge, her tight heat pushing you there. “Fuck, Choa—” you growl, letting go of her wrists. Her arms flop down, useless, and she collapses forward, chest heaving, ass still up, still stuffed with you.

You stay there, buried in her, catching your breath as your cock twitches inside her ass. She’s panting, skin flushed dark, muscles jumping with little tremors. You pull out slow, watching the way her hole gapes for a second before clenching shut.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, voice shot to hell, dazed and slurry. She shifts, wincing slightly, then laughs—a soft, breathless sound, pure satisfaction. “That was—shit, my throat hurts from screaming so much…”

But you’re not done with her. It’s like a goddamn animal’s taken over, this clawing, desperate hunger gnawing at your gut, screaming for more of Choa’s tight little body. She’s already a wreck—sweat plastering her hair to her forehead, thighs slick and shiny from everything you’ve done to her, trembling like she’s barely holding it together. But fuck, she’s still so hot, those wide, hazy eyes locked on you, lips parted, chest heaving, but still with breath for more. You grab her wrist, yanking her up from the bed with a growl that’s all need, no patience. “Come here,” you rasp, voice thick and rough, dragging her into you like she’s yours to command. She stumbles, legs shaky, but she’s grinning—breathless, giddy, totally into it.

Before she can catch her breath, you scoop her up, hoisting her into the air like she’s nothing. She squeals, a sharp, startled “Holy shit—” cutting through the room, but her legs snap around your waist on instinct, locking tight. Her hands clutch your shoulders, nails biting into your skin, and she’s laughing, panting, “You love showing off, huh? Fucking hell, I love it when you’re like this.” Her hips roll forward, teasing, brushing her soaked pussy against you, and it’s like a jolt of electricity straight to your cock—still hard, still throbbing, ready to ruin her all over again. She’s light as fuck in your arms, petite and perfect, and you can feel the heat radiating off her, smell the mix of sweat and sex clinging to her skin.

You don’t waste a second. Gripping her thighs—fingers sinking into the soft, slick flesh—you line her up and sink her down onto your cock, slow at first, letting her feel every goddamn inch as her pussy swallows you whole. She’s dripping wet, a hot, slick mess that takes you so easy it’s obscene, and you groan deep in your chest, the sound vibrating through you both. Choa throws her head back, moaning loud and shameless, the noise bouncing off the walls—“Fuck, fuck—yes—” Her voice is wrecked, high and needy, breaking apart as you fill her up. Her nails dig harder into your shoulders, leaving red crescent marks, and her breath stutters, hot and fast against your neck as you start moving. You’re fucking her right there in the air, holding her up like it’s nothing, bouncing her on your cock with every thrust, and she’s completely at your mercy—clinging to you, gasping, moaning your name like it’s her lifeline.

“You like this?” you rasp, voice gravelly, rolling your hips up harder, slamming into her deep enough to make her cry out—a sharp, jagged “Yes—fuck, yes—” that’s half-scream, half-sob. She’s nodding like crazy, fingers twisting into your hair, yanking at the roots as her body arches into you, tits pressing against your chest. Her pussy’s burning up around you, clenching tight, slickness dripping down your thighs, soaking you both. Every bounce makes her tits jiggle, makes her ass slap against your hips, and you can feel her losing it—walls fluttering, breath hitching, so fucking close to falling apart again. She’s a mess of sounds now—whimpers, moans, little gasps that spill out every time you drive into her, and it’s driving you wild, pushing you closer to the edge.

“I’m so close,” you groan, your grip on her thighs tightening, fingers bruising her soft skin as you pound into her harder, your whole body screaming for release. You’re drenched in sweat, muscles burning from holding her up, but it’s worth it—worth the way she’s trembling, the way her pussy’s gripping you like a vice. Choa catches your words, feels the tension in you, and she knows exactly how to break you. Her lips brush your ear, hot and shaky, voice dripping with lust as she whispers, “Cum inside me, baby. I want it all. Give it to me.” Her walls squeeze you tight, a deliberate little clench that makes your vision blur, and fuck—that’s it. That’s the match to the gasoline.

Your control snaps like a cheap fucking string. You growl, low and primal, and start slamming into her with everything you’ve got—no holding back, no mercy, just pure, desperate need, fucking her into oblivion, hips snapping so hard the sound of skin on skin is deafening—wet, sloppy, obscene. Her moans turn into screams— “Yes, yes, yes—fuck—just like that!”—sharp and broken, her nails raking down your back, leaving fire in their wake. “Don’t stop, don’t stop—fill me up, baby, I wanna feel it all!” she cries, her voice raw, begging, and it’s like a drug, sending you spiraling. You grip her tighter, hands sliding to her ass, spreading her cheeks as you drive deeper, harder, faster—every thrust shaking her whole body, making her tits bounce, her hair swing wild.

She’s meeting you now, rolling her hips down onto you, desperate and greedy, taking everything you’re giving her. Her thighs quake around your waist, her breath’s a mess of gasps and sobs, and you can feel it—her pussy’s pulsing, her whole body’s trembling, she’s right there with you. “Gonna cum,” you rasp, voice shredded, your body coiling tight, every muscle locked and ready to blow. “Do it,” she begs, her voice a wrecked whisper, “Cum inside me. Give me everything.” Her words hit like a punch, and that’s the breaking point—your whole world narrows to her, to the heat, to the need.

You bury yourself deep—one last, brutal thrust—and explode. A guttural groan rips from your chest as you cum, hard and unrelenting, thick ropes of it pumping into her, filling her pussy to the brim. It’s intense, overwhelming—pulse after pulse, wave after fucking wave. You’re shaking, hips jerking with every spurt, and Choa gasps, her walls milking you, squeezing every drop as she shudders in your arms. “Oh my god—fuck—” she whimpers, her head dropping onto your shoulder, her body going limp as she feels you flood her.

But it doesn’t stop. Your cock keeps twitching, another hot load spilling deep inside her, and she moans again, softer, wrecked— “So much, fuck, you’re still going—” Her fingers dig into your shoulders, clinging to you as you keep cumming, stuffing her so full it’s leaking out around you, dripping down her thighs, smearing between you both. You grunt, shoving her back against the wall, pinning her there as you roll your hips slow, working every last bit into her. “I’m gonna make sure you’re fucking full,” you growl, panting against her neck, still riding the high, still lost in the primal rush of claiming her.

When it finally fades, when you’re finally spent, you ease up, pulling back just enough to look at her. She’s a goddamn sight—pinned against the wall, chest heaving, skin flushed red, sweat dripping down her collarbone, hair a tangled mess. Your cum’s leaking out of her, thick and white, trickling down her inner thighs, pooling on the floor, and it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen—proof of how hard you just wrecked her. You slide out slow, watching her pussy clench one last time, trying to keep you in, and more spills out, a sticky mess that makes her shiver.

You set her down gentle, back on the bed, and she collapses, boneless, legs splayed wide, still trembling from the aftershocks. She’s panting hard, blinking up at you with those dazed, satisfied eyes, a slow, lazy grin spreading across her swollen lips. “Holy shit,” she breathes, voice hoarse and slurry, “Best tour ending ever.” Her hand flops to her stomach, then lower, brushing the mess between her legs, and she giggles—soft, fucked-out, totally blissed.

“Shit,” she murmurs before spreading her legs slightly, her fingers dipping lower, then pulling back. A thin string of cum stretches between them, glistening under the dim bedroom light. “Look at this. You really did fill me up.”

Your cock twitches at the sight. You’re still sensitive, still recovering, but fuck, the way she’s playing with herself, teasing, showing you exactly how much you’ve given her—it’s enough to stir that deep, primal hunger all over again.

You reach out, catching her wrist before she can smear it away. “Let me see,” you say, voice rough, still laced with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Choa hums, letting you take control, her eyes dark and hazy as she watches you. Slowly, you slide two fingers through the mess between her legs, pressing inside just enough to feel how warm and soaked she is. She gasps, her body twitching at the sudden intrusion, still sensitive from everything you’ve done to her.

“Fuck,” she breathes, biting her lip. “Still so full…”

You smirk, dragging your fingers back out, coated in thick, pearly white. Holding them up between you, you watch her reaction, teasing her, seeing just how far she’ll go.

Choa’s eyes flick from your fingers to your face, then back again. And then, with deliberate slowness, she leans forward, lips parting.

She takes them into her mouth.

The sight alone is enough to make your stomach clench, your body screaming to go again despite the exhaustion settling into your muscles. She moans softly, swirling her tongue around your fingers, her lips hollowing as she sucks, tasting every drop of what you’ve given her.

“Goddamn,” you mutter, mesmerized by how fucking sensual she is, how naturally she takes it, how much she seems to enjoy it.

She pulls back with a soft pop, licking her lips, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. “Mmm,” she hums, tilting her head. “Tastes like you.”

Your jaw tightens. Fuck. You reach down again, pressing your fingers against her entrance, gathering more, watching the way she shudders at the overstimulation. She’s so sensitive, so raw, but she doesn’t stop you.

You bring them up again, and this time, she grabs your wrist, guiding them into her mouth herself. She takes her time, tongue flicking between your fingers, sucking slowly, teasing. Her eyes never leave yours.

“Jesus,” you mutter, your body tensing, already feeling that deep, slow burn of arousal creeping back in.

Choa grins, finally releasing your fingers with one last, deliberate suck. “Like watching me clean up after you?” she teases.

You shake your head with a chuckle, running your thumb over her swollen lips. “You’re gonna kill me,” you murmur.

She laughs, stretching her sore limbs, her body still trembling slightly from how hard you wrecked her. “You can handle it.”

You exhale, letting the moment settle, letting the intensity fade into something quieter, something softer. You collapse onto the bed beside her, muscles aching but satisfied. She shifts closer, draping herself against your chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns over your skin.

For a while, neither of you speak. Just slow breaths, the distant hum of the city outside, the warmth of tangled limbs and shared exhaustion.

But as time goes by, you notice something changing. You can feel it—like there’s something on her mind she’s not saying. You glance down at her, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

She hesitates, biting her lip, and you know right away that whatever it is, it’s serious.

Finally, she sighs. “I was just thinking… about us.”

"Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She traces a slow circle on your chest, eyes still focused on where your skin meets hers. “You know this whole… secret thing? It’s kinda exhausting.”

You let out a low hum. “You’re telling me.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you, her expression thoughtful, almost hesitant. “What if… we didn’t hide it anymore?”

You blink, surprised. “You serious?”

She shrugs, like she’s trying to play it off, but there’s a tightness in her jaw that tells you she’s worried about your reaction. “I mean… it’s not like people haven’t already guessed. We basically fueled half the rumors ourselves.”

You chuckle. “Yeah. We’re pretty bad at being subtle.”

Her lips quirk into a smile. “You’re the worst. Always touching me during interviews. Looking at me like you’re gonna rip my clothes off the second the cameras are off.”

“Can you blame me?” You grin. “You’re the one who kept putting her hand on my thigh every time someone asked about our chemistry.” She snorts. “You loved it.”

“Damn right I did.” You squeeze her hip lightly, pulling her closer. “But for real… you wanna go public?”

She hesitates again, but then nods. “Yeah. I’m tired of pretending. And honestly? I like being with you. More than I thought I would.”

That makes your chest tighten in the best way possible. You tilt her chin up, making her look at you, and the softness in her eyes just about floors you.

“I like being with you too,” you admit, voice low. “A lot.”

She smiles, and it’s that genuine, unguarded kind of smile that she only shows when it’s just the two of you. “You know it’s gonna be fucking insane if we do this, right? The fans, the media… they’re gonna lose their minds.”

You shrug, smirking. “Let ’em. They were gonna find out eventually. Might as well give ’em something real to scream about.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“Nah. Just really fucking into you.”

Choa leans up and kisses you, slow and sweet, her hands framing your face. When she pulls back, she’s still smiling, but there’s a hint of nerves there too.

“You’re not scared?” she asks softly.

“Terrified,” you admit with a grin. “But I’d rather deal with that than keep pretending I’m not yours.”

Her cheeks flush at that, and she huffs out a breath. “God, you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.”

You just smirk, pulling her on top of you and wrapping your arms around her waist. “Trouble’s kinda our thing, don’t you think?”

She laughs, leaning down to kiss you again, deeper this time, and you can feel her relaxing against you. Whatever’s coming next—whatever chaos this is gonna cause—you’ll deal with it together.

[crios31]

Masterlist

Chapter 1: The Aide

Chapter 2: Traveling to Japan

Chapter 3: Childhood friends

Chapter 4: Moving to Seoul

Chapter 5: Start of the internship

Character list

[zgmsstuff]

AOA is backstage, who are you fucking first.

ChoA.... Her body figure turned me on every time I saw her backstage.... especially in this outfit...

[lockefanfic]

Business Trip: Pt 44 - Meeting

Park Choa was great at hiding her orgasms.

Perhaps it was experience borne from all those afternoons when you bent her your desk while you pounded her from behind, your office door open the whole while. Or when you pressed her against the wall of a bathroom stall and pinned her against it with your cock, even as your colleagues stepped in and out of the bathroom unaware of what was going on in one of the stalls just a few feet away. Or when she sat on the conference room table, legs spread atop it while you devoured her slick, dripping pussy even as your fellow employees held a conversation in the hallway just past the open door. 

Regardless of how she learned how to do it, her ability to appear normal and unbothered, even as an orgasm coursed through her veins, was admirable - on top of being a wicked delight to watch.

From the point of view of the laptop’s webcam, only the white knuckle fist made by her small, pale hand and the slight blush of pink on her cheeks betrayed the fact that wave after wave of pleasure was wracking her senses. 

Only from your point of view, sitting next to her, could one see that the blush on her cheeks extended to her quivering, trembling thighs - spread widely to allow Kim Dahyun enough room to press her pale, cute little face against her colleague’s dripping pussy. Choa’s other hand strokes the younger girl’s hair almost lazily, as though she hadn’t just brought her to an orgasm that she was only barely managing to hide.

“Officer Douma has informed us that Rose will be extradited to Canada, where she’ll face the charges that have been levelled against her,” you state to the other participant of the meeting, who, thankfully for you and Choa, was in an entirely different country. “Rose will be transported to Haneda International by Officers Douma and Miyawaki two days from now. Officer Miyawaki will inform me the second she’s on the plane.”

“That’s good news,” JYP answers from the laptop screen. From the serious expression on his face you knew he had no idea of what was going on beneath the table. “Were you able to get any leads from Rose before she was taken away?”

“Yes. We were able to get the location of Blackpink’s Japanese safehouse. Rose denied any involvement with Seulgi or Yeri, but she implied that Blackpink is aware of their presence in Japan, and we expect to find leads on them when we make contact with the remaining Blackpink members.”

JYP takes a moment to digest your news, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Next to you Dahyun lifts her head from between Choa’s thighs, her own chin glistening with the older girl’s juices. Her tongue darts out to lick the slick wetness from her lips, a smile appearing on her face as she savors her colleague’s sweet, tangy taste on her palette.

“Proceed carefully,” JYP states after a short silence, “the safety of you and your team is paramount. I want you to leave any dangerous on-site activities to the law enforcement officers.”

“Understood,” you reply, understanding JYP’s reluctance to place you or your team in danger given the events of the past month.

“On a much lighter note, I think we have the head of our European offices to thank for her role in Rose’s capture!” JYP states, turning to Choa with a wide, proud grin on his face.

Choa takes a moment to respond - a split second pause, and one JYP could likely chalk up to a momentary internet lag spike - but one you knew was caused by the fact that the flushed, blushing woman was still recovering from her post-orgasm haze.

“Y-yes, s-sir,” Choa answers, taking a moment to compose herself. “It was a small thing, really. It was you who hatched the plan.”

“Stil, without you informing us of Rose’s warrant in the Netherlands, the plan never could have happened. Job well done, Miss Park.”

“Thank you, s-sir,” Choa answers. You hazard a glimpse down beneath the desk to see that Dahyun had begun to clean the older woman’s thighs and crotch of her spilt juices, her pink tongue darting out in wide strokes to lick the slick wetness from the soft, flushed skin between Choa’s thighs.

“What are your next steps?” JYP answers, turning to you again. Next to you, Choa lets a soft sigh escape her lips, although she covers it up by faking a small cough shortly thereafter.

“We’re going to be setting up surveillance of the Blackpink safehouse,” you begin, “and we’ll proceed from there.”

“Okay. Remember - safety first. We’ve had enough close brushes with danger,” JYP replies. You nod, understanding his implication that one of your team members was currently still in Korea recovering from a gunshot wound.

“She tells me she’s doing much better,” you say. Jeongyeon had bombarded you with texts and calls regularly, wanting to know everything about what was going on with the team.

“She is. Seolhyun checks on her every day. She can walk on her own now, much to the chagrin of the nurses at the hospital. She disappears from her hospital room quite often, I’m told. Apparently she’s unsatisfied with the hospital’s wi-fi and is on the hunt for a better signal.”

The thought of Jeongyeon wandering the halls of the hospital holding up her laptop looking for a signal brought a smile to your face.

“She’s chomping at the bit to return to you and the team,” JYP continues. “Her doctors and I have tried to convince her that she should take a month or two away to recover, but she seems adamant in her desire to join you in Japan once she’s medically cleared.”

“We look forward to her return, but we trust you’ll be able to keep her from returning to duty before she’s ready, sir,” you state.

“I’ll do my best, but I don’t know if anything can stop that girl when she decides she wants to do something,” JYP answers, thoughtfully. “Anyway, I think that does it for the update. Keep up the good work and keep me in the loop of any new developments. I believe I’m to meet with Miss Kim next for a logistics and technology update?”

Miss Kim was currently on her knees licking the last of Choa’s juices from her thighs, but you make a show of pretending she was actually outside the room, ready and waiting to join the meeting.

“Yes, sir. I’ll call her in.”

JYP nods, giving you and Choa a last affirmative smile that you both return. Choa awkwardly pulls her short miniskirt down before she shuffles off camera; Dahyun, smartly, crawls on her knees to the other side of the table where she rises to her feet, wipes the last of Choa’s juices from her lips, and smooths out her dress before stepping into the shot, taking Choa’s seat to give off the impression she had just walked into the room.

“Hello, sir!” Dahyun greets, raising her hand and giving her boss a cute little wave, looking for all intents and purposes like she was shooting a commercial and hadn’t just spent the last twenty minutes tongue-deep in her colleague.

You move towards the office exit, smiling at the cute post-orgasm blush that still lingered on Choa’s cheeks. Your former executive assistant had grown her hair out to a shoulder length and dyed it a darker brown - far from the short blonde bob that was once her trademark. But her new haircut and less intense makeup style had given her a more mature, womanly look. Before, she was a cute little minx prancing around the office in a short miniskirt and tight white blouse - and while the short miniskirt and white blouse remained, the creature that filled it was a more experienced, more mature feline than the one that was your executive assistant.

Your hand reaches for the doorknob, but is stopped halfway there by Choa’s pale hand on your wrist. When you lock eyes with her you find a look you’d seen on many an afternoon.

She steps close, her hand travelling up your arm to squeeze a bicep. She brings her mouth to your ear, whispering low enough to ensure that neither Dahyun nor JYP could hear.

“I think we might need an afternoon meeting to… debrief, don’t you agree, sir?”

You could feel from the movement of her cheek against yours that her lips have curled into a wicked smile. You’d known that a “meeting” with Choa was an inevitability given her return, but you hadn’t had time to indulge her given how busy you were with Rose and then Sakura. You return her smile with one of your own, eager to take the eager woman up to your hotel room to make up for lost time.

Your hand reaches for the doorknob again, only to be stopped once more.

Choa looks you in the eye before raising a hand and wagging a finger tip in a “no” motion. Then she places the same fingertip at her mouth to indicate silence.

Over her shoulder you glance at Dahyun, who had begun to give her update to JYP over the videoconference call. You finally catch on to Choa’s plan, and the devilish grin on her lips is soon mirrored on your own.

Giving you a long, lustful look, Choa turns and steps towards the other end of the conference room table, leaning over it while facing Dahyun. Dahyun is momentarily distracted by her colleague, but soon returns her attention to JYP, even if you could tell by the way she had begun to squirm in her seat that she was already caught on to what was about to happen in front of her.

Satisfied that she had her younger colleague’s attention, Choa slips her blue cardigan from her shoulders and looks back at you, still lingering by the entrance to the conference room. Without breaking eye contact, she reaches down to the hem of her miniskirt and pulls it up to her waist, revealing her full, round, naked ass - and her still-glistening thighs.

You lick your lips, and giving thanks for her reappearance in your life, you step behind Choa. 

Your arms start at her sides, caressing her thin waist and the delicious flare of her hips. When your fingertips finally reach her naked ass she trembles slightly, her mouth frozen in an open “o” as your touch reignites the long-dormant lust she’d once held for you. You give both her cheeks a squeeze, delighting in the fact that they’d lost none of their firmness or perkiness in her time away.

You need to feel more of her, need to reintroduce yourself to the tight little body that you’d spent many an afternoon pounding into submission. You’d had Park Choa bent over your desk, pressed against the wall, had her ride you in your office chair more times than you could count. But you never tired of her, never tired of filling her tight wet pussy or hot needy mouth with your cum almost every afternoon. And as your fingers make their way to the buttons of the tight white blouse she wore, the reignited lust in your loins and the gathering saliva in your mouth convince you that your hunger for her had not waned in the slightest - if anything, her absence had only made you want her more.

When your fingers begin to undo Choa’s blouse, Dahyun lets a soft gasp escape her lips - one she covers up with a cough, as Choa did earlier. 

“I’m sorry, sir. My throat is a little sore,” she apologizes, before quickly changing the subject and doing her best to delve into the logistics updates JYP had asked her for - even if her trembling fingers as she sorted through the paper files on the table betrayed the arousal that was quickly growing inside her.

Not even ten feet away, you have finally finished unbuttoning Choa’s blouse, revealing the smooth, milky skin of her torso - and the absence of a bra.

Your hands start at her waist before curling around to her front, finding and cupping both of her round, full breasts in your hands. You let a hot, needy breath escape your throat and into Choa’s ear as you press yourself against her. She reaches up with her left hand and runs it through your hair - you reciprocate the affection and place soft kisses against the side of her face before she turns her head and captures your lips with hers, your tongues quickly reintroducing themselves to each other. The fingernails of the hand in your hair dig into your scalp, almost painfully, as you finally capture the woman’s stiff nipples in your hands, teasing and pinching the tight nubs between your thumb and index fingers.

Dahyun coughs again.

“Do you need to grab a glass of water, Miss Kim? Your throat sounds quite dry,” JYP asks, concerned.

“Oh, no, not at all, s-sir. I’m quite f-fine,” Dahyun answers, “I’m far from d-dry.”

You can almost feel Choa struggle to suppress a chuckle against your lips - but she soon has little time for that as you begin to slip your right hand down her torso, past a flat, tight stomach and the front of her skirt, still bunched up around her waist. When you reach her naked crotch, it doesn’t take long to find her slick, dripping folds.

The hand in your scalp digs deeper into your skull. Her free hand tightens around your wrist in a deathgrip. She only barely manages to stifle a short gasp of pleasure that escapes her throat.

You’d had enough. You’d been without Park Choa’s body for too long. Your free hand releases her trembling breast from its grip before quickly undoing your own belt and zipper, finally freeing your stiff cock from its confines to slap thickly against Choa’s lower back. Choa gasps at the feeling of your meat against her skin - a wordless sound of happiness, a feeling of relief at having been returned something she’d gone too long without.

She turns her head as best she can, using the grip on your scalp to pull your head forward until her needy, gasping lips are next to your ear.

“Fuck me now please, sir.”

Choa was wet and dripping and needy, still recovering from Dahyun’s oral work just minutes before. Your cock ached to be inside her body, having been away from it for so long. And so when you enter her, slipping into her tight wet heat for the first time in many months, you both couldn’t help but let out a sharp, needy gasp of desire.

“Did you hear that, Miss Kim?” JYP asks suddenly.

“Hmm?” Dahyun answers, doing her best to brush off the lustful sound of her boss penetrating her colleague to the hilt only a few feet away. “Apologies, we’re using a conference room in the hotel and it’s p-possible that the m-microphone is picking up the noise of.. f-fellow g-guests.”

“Ah, understood,” JYP says, seemingly satisfied by Dahyun’s explanation. “Now, what was that you were saying about the surveillance equipment you needed?”

Dahyun does her best to continue the meeting, shuffling through the notebook and papers she had on her desk in an attempt to find some piece of information she needed as she tries, with mixed success, to continue the meeting with her boss. Not even a few feet away, you slowly begin to draw your cock out from Choa’s pussy, revelling in the tightness of her body and the way her lips gripped your glistening, slick cock as you withdraw until only the head of your cock is inside her. You relish the sight of her squirming, trembling, almost begging to be filled once more - until you push back inside her with a smooth, deep thrust.

Choa was every bit as tight and wet and hot as you remembered. You’d been with more than your fair share of women in the time since she’d left your team - many of whom were younger, hotter, tighter or wetter. But there was something about Choa that attracted you like no other woman in your life. Maybe it was the inherent maturity she held, the sly, demure, confident sexiness she’d always exuded. Other women, like Mina, for example, gave off an ice queen princess persona that was attractive if intimidating. Others, like Sana, wore their allure freely and openly, like a perfume.

Choa didn’t need to do either. Her sexiness was a mature, reserved sexiness, the kind worn by a woman who knew all the rules of the game, knew how to play it, and didn’t need the overbearing exuberance or mind games of her more youthful colleagues to win it. Maybe it was her confidence, the way she carried herself that aroused you the most.

Or maybe it was the fact that despite the confidence she held in her personal and professional life, she loved - craved - being dominated by you.

Her body was every bit as sexy as her younger compatriots, tight and firm in all the right places. Her pussy tightens and pulsates around you, adjusting to your girth as its owner reacquainted herself with your stiff cock, her mouth frozen in a wordless, soundless “o”, eyes shut as she tried to relish every thrust, every entry and exit in and out of her needy, wanton body.

Your hands wander - crushing her hips in your grip, squeezing a needy, bouncing breast, grasping a shoulder to give yourself better leverage to pound deeper and deeper into Choa’s body. She leans forward, bracing herself now against the table with her hands, bending over to allow you to fully take her, fully use her body for your own needs. Choa throws her head back, bites her lip, tries to do anything to keep the lustful, wordless cries of pleasure from escaping needy, trembling lips.

Her open blouse lets her naked breasts bounce wildly with each slap of your hips against her ass. Your swinging balls slap her wet flesh with each hilt-deep penetration - and for a moment, the feel of her wet flesh on your balls as her juices drip down your sack causes you to forget that you were both trying to be silent as you pound Choa’s wet, hot pussy on the conference room table, the echo of wet flesh hitting wet flesh steadily rising in volume until it filled the room.

“Do you hear that, Miss Kim?” JYP asks, “...that slapping sound?”

“Y-yes, I-I think I-do,” Dahyun responds, thankful that she could probably blame the internet connection for the stutter she had developed whenever she was aroused. A quick glance at her confirmed that only one of her hands was above the table now, the other likely busy between her legs. To her credit she tried her best to look confused, glancing around the room as though she were genuinely puzzled as to where the sound was coming from. “I t-think it must b-be some construction or-or something going on n-nearby. T-there’s a lot of… hammering going on, sir.”

“Ah,” JYP answers. “It sounds like they’re really pounding away at something.”

“Y-yes, it definitely d-does, sir!” Dahyun answers, perhaps a little more enthusiastically than she was hoping. Her cheeks flushed, she does her best to change the subject. “I h-hope they finish th-their work soon, b-because I can’t bear t-to hear it for much longer!”

“I understand, Miss Kim. It must be difficult to work in those circumstances. Perhaps you might want to look into making arrangements to have the team work in one of those co-op working spaces that are all the rage lately. It’s important that the team have a suitable working environment, without any bothersome distractions going on in the background.”

“Y-yes, sir. I-I’ll d-do it right away. I’ll d-definitely make sure th-they can pound away on t-their work for as long as they need, without interruption!”

You would have smiled, would have giggled at the sight of Dahyun trying so desperately to maintain some semblance of professionalism during her meeting - but you had little time for such concerns, not when Choa’s pussy was pulsating around you, each thrust into her needy, wet hole making her tighten in anticipation for an orgasm that was just around the corner.

Choa’s hands search desperately for something on the table to grip, something to use as an anchor for her quivering, trembling body. Unable to find anything, she whips a hand back and finds your scalp again. But you are almost angered, almost irritated by her painful grip on your skull, and you feel a dark need to take her, dominate her the way you used to on many an afternoon in your office back home. You wanted to take her, use her the way you knew she wanted and loved to be used.

You grasp her hand by her wrist and tear it from your scalp, taking her other wrist and pinning both to her lower back. She falls forward onto the table with a thud, her cheek and naked breasts pressed flat against it. With your other hand you reach forward and grasp a handful of her dark chestnut hair, pulling her head back, opening up her throat and relishing the deep, lustful moan that leaves her throat - uncaring of the fact that her boss was on the other side of video conference call just a few feet away.

“Mmmfffmfmmuhnnngh!” she gasps, too far gone, too far lost in the bliss caused by your pounding cock that she could have cared less if JYP were actually in the room with you, watching you pound her over the conference room table. All she cared about was each thrust, each penetration, each entry of your thick, hard cock into her needy, hot wet pussy.

Choa orgasms, and Dahyun, seeing what was about to happen, reacts swiftly.

“Ahahhhehem!” Dahyun shouts as she pretends to sneeze - just loud enough to cover the needy, lustful moan of pleasure that leaves Choa’s throat. “I’m so s-sorry sir, I think I may be… coming... down with s-something.”

“Oh, no,” JYP says with what sounded like genuine concern. “Please take care of yourself, Miss Kim. If you need a day or two to rest, please don’t hesitate to let your boss know-”

“Oh I t-think I’ll b-be okay, s-sir. I w-want t-to cum t-”

“Miss Kim?”

“Oh! Sorry s-sir. I meant to s-say, I want to come to work! Y-yes, that’s it. A-apologies, sir, there must be something wrong with the internet c-connection. S-shall we w-wrap up t-this meeting before t-the connection d-dies?”

Dahyun does her best to finish up the meeting - you do your best to keep from cumming too soon, even as Choa’s pussy pulsates and throbs around your pistoning cock as you fuck her through her orgasm.

Your grip tightens on her hair, your other hand pinning her wrists tightly against the small of her back. The dominance you were exerting over Choa was utterly intoxicating, the feel of her body catering to your every whim making you dizzy with pleasure. The call of your orgasm beckoned once more, and this time you were happy to answer.

Thrusting as deeply inside Park Choa’s slick, needy pussy as you could, you finally let your orgasm overtake you. Thick, hot ropes of semen shoot deep inside her body, painting her walls with warm white cum. Choa lets a soft whimper escape her lips with each burst of semen that fills her pussy, biting her lip in an only half-successful attempt to muffle the wordless moans of pleasure from escaping her mouth as she is filled to the brim with cum.

You slump forward, finally releasing Choa’s wrists and hair as your strength finally gives out. You only barely manage to hold yourself up by your forearms as you breathe heavily, filling starved lungs with oxygen as the exertion of the quick but intensely pleasurable fuck finally overwhelms you. Choa is equally a mess, her face plastered by her cheek to the table, the hot mist of her heavy breathing evident on the dark polished wood. You are vaguely aware of Dahyun wrapping up her meeting with JYP, but her voice sounds distant and foggy, as though she is far away - the only sensation that mattered was the warm, hot, pulsating wetness that surrounded your cock and the juices, yours and Choa’s, that had begun to leak from her cum-stuffed hole to drip down her trembling thighs and onto the floor of the conference room.

Eventually Choa gathers the strength to raise her upper body from the desk, still breathing heavily. Her blouse slips from her shoulder, leaving her almost topless. You couldn’t help but snake an arm around to caress and squeeze a full breast, softly, tenderly, thankful to be able to partake in the pleasures of her body again. Choa turns her head to whisper into your ear once more.

“That was a… productive meeting, sir - just like old times.”

“Definitely,” you whisper back.

“I think that’s everything, Miss Kim,” JYP states. Judging by his tone you could tell he had no idea that two of his staff had just fucked each others’ brains out just outside the view of his camera. “Job well done, as always.”

“T-thank you, s-sir. I-I t-think it’s t-time for me to c-clean up here. G-good night!”

Dahyun waves quickly to the webcam before slamming the laptop shut. Choa, still impaled to the hilt with your cock, turns to Dahyun with a sly smile.

“I never had the chance to provide you with training on your position before I left, Miss Kim. We do want to make sure you are able to execute all the duties associated with your position, don’t we, sir?”

“We do,” you agree. You squeeze Choa’s breast a little tighter, eliciting a warm growl of approval from the woman and a whimper of pleasure from Dahyun as she watches you toy with Choa’s chest. The idea of Choa dominating another woman even as she allowed herself to be dominated in turn was utterly arousing.

“Good. Your first training session begins in twenty minutes, Miss Kim - in your boss’ hotel room. Don’t be late.”

---

“Velvet 1, report in.”

“Overwatch, Velvet 1. Nothing to report, over.” Irene responds into the radio, her tone straightforward and no-nonsense.

“Same shit, different hour - as I’m sure you can tell from the video feed,” Momo chirps from somewhere off-camera. There is a sound on the radio that sounded a bit like a sigh from Jihyo, who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

The surveillance camera that Jihyo, Irene and Momo are operating from inside the van parked opposite Blackpink’s safehouse doesn’t show it, but you could tell that Momo and Jihyo were as bored as you were, even if Irene seemed alert, professional, and businesslike.

“Velvet 1, Overwatch. Understood. Out,” Nayeon says, clicking a button on the radio console and turning off the connection to the surveillance van. Two days of surveillance on the Blackpink house, in a nondescript middle-class neighborhood of Tokyo, were fruitless thus far - not a single person had been spotted entering or leaving, despite your team maintaining a 24 hour watch on it in rotating shifts. The surveillance camera feed being streamed from Irene’s camera may as well have been a still picture.

The rear of the command and control van, parked two blocks away from the surveillance van, was starting to feel a little cramped. You would’ve given anything to step out of it, even for a few minutes, to stretch your legs. Nayeon and Jihyo, however, had been adamant that you stay inside for security purposes.

You were thankful, at least, that Choa had volunteered for this shift. The session with her and Dahyun had been quite a memorable one, lasting most of the afternoon and almost making you both late for the start of the shift with Nayeon. The image of Choa on all fours as she crawled atop Dahyun’s body was still fresh on your mind - as was the feeling of both of their tight, dripping pussies as you took turns fucking both of them in that position before spilling your cum on Dahyun’s milky, creamy stomach at Choa’s behest. 

It was thus understandable, given her recent expenditure of energy, that Choa was the first to fall asleep, dozing away with her head leaning against the passenger seat of the van. You found yourself smiling to yourself as you listened to her snore softly, thankful that she was back in your life. The past couple of months without her had been taxing, to say the least, but they were made even more so by Choa’s absence. She had long been a stabilizing, reliable force in your life and without her steady support you found yourself a little less ready to deal with the constant twists and turns of your line of work.

You stretch your arms and legs as best you could given the van’s cramped cabin before a small yawn escapes your lips.

“You can take a nap, it’s fine,” Nayeon says, as if reading your mind. “We’ll wake you up if anything happens. Choa has the next watch, anyway. Just pass me one of those bananas before you doze off,” she says, motioning with her chin towards the grocery store bag of packaged food and drink that was meant to last the three of you for the entirety of your eight hour shift.

You smile back as you grab one of the fruits from the corner store grocery bag and hand it to her.

“This shit is bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-S!” she sings softly to herself as she returns her attention back to the monitors, humming the tune to the song as she peels the banana.

“Don’t take advantage of me when I’m asleep,” you say jokingly as you try to make yourself as comfortable as possible on the van floor.

“Don’t worry, you wouldn’t even know it if I did. I’m a ninja. N-I-N-J-J-A!” she sings to the tune of the song.

“There’s only one-”

Nayeon looks quizzically at you, legitimately puzzled as to what you were about to say.

“...Nothing. Good night, Nayeon.”

“Sweet dreams,” she says with a soft smile as she takes a bite of her banana.

---

You awaken to the sound of raised voices.

“Are you sure? Jihyo, does he match any descriptions we have of Blackpink associates?”

“No,” Jihyo replies over the radio. “Negative ID.”

“We should fucking grab him,” Nayeon hisses under her breath.

“What? No, we’re here for surveillance, not kicking down doors,” says Momo over the radio. “Let’s step back and watch what he does. We should contact Officer Miyawaki - she’s escorting Rose to the airport and she should be informed before-”

“I’m not gonna sit in this van for another two days twiddling my thumbs,” Nayeon snaps. “The sooner we track down Blackpink the sooner we track down Seulgi and Yeri. Jihyo, are you with me?”

There is a moment of hesitation that is palpable even over the radio as Jihyo considers the situation.

“Yes,” Jihyo states. “Time is of the essence here. The house is clearly empty, and has been for a while. We might never get this chance again.”

“Wait, what the fuck is going on?” you say, wiping the sleep from your eyes. You crawl on the floor of the van to where Nayeon and Choa are hunched over the radio and video feeds.

“Irene spotted a male walking into the safehouse while I was on watch,” Choa explains. “He’s alone and approached the building on foot.”

Nayeon retrieves her kevlar vest from the storage racks opposite the monitor, strapping it on quickly before turning back to the radio. “Jihyo, let’s move-”

“That’s crazy,” Momo snaps over the radio. “Let’s think about this. This could be a trap. Or it could just be that Rose was lying to us all along and this house has nothing to do with Blackpink. Let’s get Officer Miyawaki here to ID this guy - maybe he’s on the Tokyo PD database or something. Then we can-”

“They know where Seulgi and Yeri are,” Nayeon interrupts, her tone sharp. “Or haven’t you been paying attention? Seulgi fucking shot me, and it’s only dumb fucking luck that Yeri didn’t kill Jeongyeon. Isn’t that our goal? To track down Seulgi and Yeri? ”

“No, our goal is to bring down Blackpink,” Momo replies, her voice raised. “It’s them that manipulated Irene into everything she did. Or is it you that hasn’t been paying attention, Officer Im?”

The use of Nayeon’s last name and title must have been the tipping point for the older woman.

“You know what, I don’t fucking take orders from you, Miss Hirai. Jihyo, meet me on the corner. We’re moving on the house.”

“Nayeon, wait,” you say quickly, grabbing the heated young officer by her upper arm as she makes to exit the van. “Let’s slow down and think about this.”

“What is there to think about? We’ve been sitting here for two days waiting for an opportunity. Here it is, right in front of us.”

You shake your head, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Are you sure this is the best course of action? Something doesn’t feel right.”

“Of course I do,” Nayeon replies. The confidence in her eyes is unmistakable - it was a look you were familiar with. “The fact that there’s no one in the house means that this isn’t Blackpink’s primary safehouse. We need to move on this guy - if he’s there on Blackpink’s orders he probably knows where they actually are. If he slips away, he might never come back.”

Your grip loosens on Nayeon’s arm, but doesn’t leave it.

“Let me go,” she says, her voice unexpectedly soft. “Please.”

You sit there in silence for a few moments - the moment seemed to drag on as you slowly, finally let go of Nayeon’s arm.

“Okay,” you finally say.

Nayeon gives you a final nod, before swinging open the rear door of the van, drawing her pistol and racking the slide to chamber a round, and then running towards the safehouse.

---

The streaming feed from Nayeon’s vest camera was surprisingly clear - with her pistol held out in front of her it seemed almost like a screenshot from a frighteningly realistic video game. Except this was far from a game, and the consequences and danger were very real.

“Police! Come out with your hands up!” Nayeon shouts into the doorway. Opposite her, on the other side of the door, is Jihyo.

“Police! Come out now!” Nayeon repeats.

When there is no answer, Nayeon turns to Jihyo, who nods in understanding. The younger officer reaches for the doorknob, finding it unlocked. Hand still on the knob, she nods towards Nayeon, who seems to give her the go-ahead.

A second later Jihyo pushes the door open, and Nayeon steps into the house.

“Police! Come out with your hands up!” Nayeon shouts, her pistol held in front of her as she scans the entrance foyer. Jihyo follows her into the home. On the small genkan area next to the door are a single pair of shoes - indicating that the male suspect was the only person in the house.

“Room right,” Nayeon states, her eyes not moving from the hallway as she identifies the presence of a large living room space to the right of the entrance. As soon as Jihyo enters the foyer she enters the living room, Nayeon following soon after, pistol sweeping up and following her line of sight.

With well-practiced precision the two officers clear the bottom floor of the house, always covering each others’ backs, relying on quick, prompt verbal communications and commands to swiftly and efficiently sweep the rooms and confirm that there were no threats on the ground floor.

“Moving to the second deck,” Nayeon says into the radio. It’s when she is halfway up the stairs that they hear a bedroom door slam shut upstairs.

“Hands up! Police! Hands up!” Nayeon and Jihyo shout, “Come out with your hands up!  Do it now!”

When the upstairs individual makes no move to open the door, Nayeon and Jihyo quickly scramble up the stairs, each taking up position on either side of the door. Just as with the front door, Jihyo tests the doorknob, finding it unlocked, before nodding towards Nayeon. The older officer takes a moment to compose herself before nodding back.

For a moment, two blocks away in the surveillance van, time seemed to slow for you. You’d witnessed that sensation only once before - during the shooting in Seoul. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, and you were suddenly aware of every little detail in the feed of Nayeon’s vest camera - the way two strands of Jihyo’s hair fell into her eyes, the wood grain design on the bedroom door, the dark purple nail polish on Nayeon’s fingernails, wrapped around the grip of her Glock. You could almost feel that something important was waiting for her behind that door, and a small part of you wanted to freeze time long enough for you to run over to the house and stop her from opening it.

Jihyo opens the door, and Nayeon bursts into the room, pistol up and ready.

In the centre of the empty bedroom is a young teenager, dressed in all black. In his hands is what looked like a tablet of some sort.

“Put your fucking hands in the air! Do it now!” Nayeon shouts.

“Put your hands in the air or you will be shot!” Jihyo exclaims. The two officers take up positions in the room, both of their handguns aimed squarely at the terrified teen’s head.

The teenager, looking utterly terrified, begins to speak quickly in Japanese. He gestures towards the tablet in his hands, but his words come out garbled and slurred as the fear of being shot overtakes his ability to speak clearly. Jihyo nods to Nayeon, who nods back - the older woman keeps her pistol trained on the young man’s  head as Jihyo approaches him, retrieves the tablet, and then proceeds to handcuff him.

“Blue 1 to Overwatch, we need a translator,” Nayeon says into the radio.

Two blocks away, you finally release the breath you were holding. 

---

“He was paid to come to this house and leave this tablet here,” Momo says as she turns away from the sobbing, handcuffed teenager to face you and your team. “He says he was hired by some random user on a forum who told him the combination to a public storage locker in a nearby subway station. In the locker were his cash payment and the tablet. That’s all he knows.”

“Turn the tablet on,” you say, eager to see get to the bottom of what the hell was going on.

Nayeon holds the tablet’s power button down, and the screen comes to life as your team gathers around it.

---

The video was clearly shot on a handheld camera, if the jittery swaying was any indication. The camera is pointed at a dirty, dusty floor. There are nondescript cardboard boxes piled around with piles of clothing thrown atop them, along with several silhouettes that you eventually realize are mannequins.

There are murmurs in the background, barely audible. The video swings up, and a young woman of Asian descent, clearly the bearer of the camera itself, appears. She is cute, but there is a glint of instability in her wild eyes.

“Why hello there, my friends!” she begins, her tone equal parts playfulness and sarcasm. She is dressed in a punk-inspired rocker fit, with wildly dyed hair, loose black pants, webbed t-shirt and a sports bra. “If you’re watching this you’ve just missed me! Too bad!”

There is a murmur off-camera, and the young woman lets a look of faux embarrassment appear on her face. 

“Oh, how rude of me! I’m Lisa, of a little group called Blackpink. We’re finally in your area! Annyeonghaseyo! Konnichiwa!”

Next to you, your team members shuffle anxiously. Nayeon clenches her fists. Momo lets an angry exhalation of breath escape her flared nostrils.

“I bet you’re wondering what this video is about, so I’m not gonna waste your time. We have a present for you! But first, let me introduce my good friend and teammate - Jisoo!”

She swings the camera around, pointing it at a similarly aged young woman who, judging by her name, was Korean. She seemed a stark contrast to her friend, with her more subdued clothing - and the blank, unreadable look on her face. Was it nervousness, anxiety, or something else?

Lisa turns the camera so she is facing it again.

“Time for our present! Ta-da!!”

The camera swings back to Jisoo - except this time it is panned more downward, to reveal two figures on their knees next to the Korean girl. Both have their hands bound behind their backs, and what appeared to be burlap bags thrown over their heads. From the muffled sounds leaving the masks, they both appeared to have their mouths gagged.

“Why don’t you unwrap their presents for them, Jisoo?”

Jisoo hesitates for a moment as an unreadable look flashes over her features. Regret? Disgust? Whatever it was, it was there only for a moment - and she removes the burlap sacks from their captives to reveal Seulgi and Yeri, their mouths bound by cloth gags. Both struggle in their bonds, but Seulgi especially had a fire in her eyes that told you she’d be happy to tear the heads off of her captors if she could.

In the room Irene lets an audible gasp escape her lips - she had been stoic and emotionless since she had joined the team, but the sight of her closest friends bound and at the mercy of her enemies was finally enough to break her stony faced facade.

“I’m going to kill her,” Irene hisses, barely audible, but with unmistakable conviction.

Lisa pans the camera back to Jisoo. “Aren’t our presents great, Jisoo? Do you think they’ll like them?”

Jisoo’s face remains unreadable - although for a moment she looks directly into the camera. She blinks rapidly, eyes shutting and opening at random intervals, as though she had dust in her eyes.

“Anyway------,” Lisa says, awkwardly, as her teammate doesn’t give her the reaction she was looking for. She turns the camera back to herself, the expression on her face leading you to believe she was uncomfortable with her teammate’s behaviour. “We have one last surprise for our friends... but I think Officer Miyawaki might be better positioned to tell you what it is. By the time you watch this, her surprise should be ready, so go give her a call and find out what it is! That does it for me.Toodles! Say bye, Jisoo!”

Lisa turns the camera to Jisoo, but the sullen girl has already looked away, her sad eyes on Seulgi and Yeri as the video cuts to black. A few moments of silence pass as your teammates digest what they had just witnessed.

“I know where they are,” Irene states.

---

The ringing dial tone of Sakura’s phone seemed to last forever as you wait for her to pick up. You were more than a little terrified at what her part of the “gift” was, and already your mind was beginning to fear the worst.

When Sakura finally answers, the first thing you hear is a wet, coughing sound.

“What the- Sakura, Sakura! Are you alright?” you say into your phone.

For a few moments there is no reply. Sakura’s coughing fit continues. In the background another woman is similarly coughing heavily. The other woman attempts to spit in a vain attempt to clear her mouth and throat of whatever was ailing her, before releasing a string of profanities in English and one other vaguely European language.

“Sakura! Sakura, are you okay? Where are you?” you repeat.

“I-I’m fine,” she says, finally. In the background, police sirens wail. The other woman begins to speak into a radio, every word sounding as though it was painful to speak.

“Th-this is Officer Douma. We- we…”

“Somi!” Sakura snaps. “Somi, are you broken?”

“I-I’m okay. Are you good?”

“I-I’m good. The- the prisoner!”

“Shit!”

There is the sound of heavy footsteps on broken glass and a few painful sounding profanities as one or both of the women attempt to stand.

“Fuck, fuck! She’s fucking gone!” Somi exclaims.

“What!?” you half-shout into your phone, “Sakura, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

Another wet cough. Sakura spits, trying to clear her throat.

“Our ride to the airport got hit by something,” she manages to say. “And Rose - she’s gone.”

---

Author’s Note: :O 

Thanks as always for your support!

Shout out to @thelastdrop​ lol.

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Trick or Treat

Summary; You and Negan go on your first run since his prisonment, you find a Halloween store, choas ensures.  Pairing: Negan x Female Reader WordCount; 2,488 Warnings. NSFW Themes, no actual Smut, Strong Language, 

Written for @thewalkingdead-imagines​ Spooky Writing Challenge

It was difficult to think of a time without Negan. Although achieving where the two of you stood now hadn’t been easy. You had been with Rick from the very beginning, from the moment he reunited with Lori and Carl, throughout the prison and travelling weeks and months on the road to attempt to locate a safe place to stay. You were in the line-up when Negan made his first official appearance. 

From the moment the two of you encountered one another, you refused to back down from him. When the others kept their eyes firmly on the ground preferring to look at Negan’s boots, you were staring right at him. When he spoke to you, you spoke confidently. Negan witnessed how you pushed back the fear. You were not afraid to die for those who mattered. Negan liked you instantly. 

From your first encounter, whenever the Saviours visited Alexandria Negan demanded he was going. While his primary mission was to antagonise Rick as much as possible, there was another reason. You. Negan had become infatuated with seeing you, perhaps interacting with you. Even when you weren’t home, Negan waited for you to return 

“Well shit, there she is. Christmas has come early. Look at the at how confident she walks. Like she already knows she has me wrapped around her finger. Hello beautiful, did you miss me?” Rolling your eyes, you simply wandered past Negan, trying to get home so you could clean up. 

Negan refused to be ignored as he quickly followed you, marching into your house without so much as knocking. 

“Darlin’, while you might be my favourite out of all these shitheads, that doesn’t give you the right to ignore me.” You continued to wash your hands before making your way upstairs, you had been in no mood to deal with Negan. 

“Don’t you walk away from me?” Negan bellowed as he followed you up the stairs. 

“I presumed you were a man of intelligence. An evil, cruel, fucker but at least one who has a brain. When someone ignores you, it typically means they don’t want to interact with you. Don’t you mind, I’m about to take a bath unless you want to watch me take a much-needed shower.” 

“Don’t make an offer like that Darlin’ because that is an offer I certainly won’t refuse. I couldn’t certainly say no to some freaky deeky.” A clashing of skin on skin erupted through the silent home. Had you just slapped Negan? Suddenly fear rose your body. 

Negan’s hand gripped yours tightly as he pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“If I wasn’t one hundred per cent into you before. I am now! Well shit. You are a firecracker! I bet you could certainly keep me on my toes. Tell me beautiful, are you as feisty in the sheets as you are standing in front of me.” 

“Go to hell!” You spoke through gritted teeth as Negan leaned in your breaths entwining with one another’s. Once again, you were able to meet Negan’s gaze momentarily looked down at your lips 

“Baby, I know your intelligent which is one of the things I find so sexy bout you, but you are blind. I know you're attracted to me. Maybe you want to tear my clothes off, but please at least make me some Spaghetti first. You’re going to realise that sooner rather than later, and when you do I’ll be waiting” 

The day left you reeling in confusion and anger. How dare Negan presume he knew you? However, it left you rethinking everything and you refused to acknowledge him in every sense of the word. 

Until the day came that you were forced to interact with Negan. Rick and Michonne had decided to go on a run to locate supplies for the Saviours. Negan had gone around seeing what he could take for this weeks pick up, but everything was beginning to become more and vacant. Each trip took longer and was ultimately more dangerous. 

You had been walking towards Rick’s house when you heard yelling, sprinting up the stairs, you quickly barged into the house, marching up the stairs as you pulled open the door to see Carl, trying to shield Judith. 

“What the hell is going on? Where the hell have you been? What are you doing in Rick’s house?” You yelled as both Carl and Negan turned to stare at you. 

“Well shit, there she is. Did you see that Carl, she ran into this house like a woman on a mission ready to protect you and this sweet baby girl?. I’ve missed you Darlin’. Carl over here decided he was going to try to kill all of my men, hid in one of my trucks. Hell, he killed some of my men, so I brought him home. Now you're here, why don’t you join me for dinner, with Carl of course and this angel. But before that, I need to shave. Come on” Negan brought you out of the room and straight into Rick’s bathroom.   

Negan didn’t think twice lifting you into the counter, while you protested by slapping him on the chest, Negan had you pinned between him and the mirror behind you. 

“Tell me Darlin’, have you ever given someone a wet shave?” Shaking your head. Negan instructed Carl to go ahead and fetch him a clean towel. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up as protective as ever. It is such a turn on for me. Now I want you to squirt some of that stuff into your hand and dab it onto my face.” Slowly Negan’s hand rested onto your thigh as your breath hitched. 

“Well, Shit! Your hands are soft! I wonder what the rest of your body feels like Darlin’” Rolling your eyes, you continued to run your hands over Negan’s face, focused on the task at hand. 

“That’s something you’ll never know.” Slowly, your hand began to place the shaving cream down onto Negan’s throat. 

“I think we both know that’s not true. Your heart’s racing Sweetheart and it’s not because your nervous. Perhaps what I said to you the last time hit a fucking nerve. The longer you resist me, the worse it’s going to get.” Negan leaned in, closer than the two of you had ever been. 

Suddenly, your nerves reached an all-time high as you contemplated what to do next. You had never been terrified of Negan like the others, there was always something about him that you could never pinpoint. 

“It’s adorable you believe you can handle me” Negan smirked, as Negan brushed his nose against yours in a rather gentle move. 

“I don’t know if I can try, but believe me I’ll give it my best fucking try.”  Perhaps Negan was right, perhaps you did want him., but what reasonably sane person could want such a thing after watched him bludgeon your friends to death. 

However, your body appeared to take over as your lips clashed together in a fit of passion. You would never be able to understand why you felt about Negan how you did, but you couldn’t force them down any further. 

Being together hadn’t been easy, but the two of you fought through everything, sometimes the two of you were fighting against each other. When Negan got put into his cell, the two of you struggled to work through things, but regardless even after six years the two of you pulled through.

Negan was beginning to ear his way back into the community and while it was stressful, negan was officially allowed to go on his first run. While the two of you drove further out, Negan kept his hand on your thigh drawing small circles. 

“You know baby, it feels good as shit to get out of Alexandria. Six long years of being locked in a dam cell and know we’re on the open road alone. What say we pull over and have some sweet car sex.”

“Mr Negan Sir, I’m still here.” Brandon, Negan’s keeper called out from the back, rolling your eyes you wished that this agreement didn’t come with Brandon having to come with you. 

“Kid I am well aware are, but if you’ve locked up in a cell for the past six years with little to no contact with your lady, you’d have a serious case of blue balls. Do you remember that time behind the shed after we snuck out to see one another? Fucking like a pair of horny teenagers” 

“Negan stop trying to scare the poor kid. He doesn’t need the added trauma, beside’s if I remember correctly, on that occasion you didn’t last long at all.” You're smirked as Negan gripped onto your high tightly. As Negan leant over and placed a kiss directly on your a weak spot on your neck. 

“I also remember, the next time making it up to you five times over. It had been an extremely stressful time we were at war.” Placing your hand on Negan’s knee you continued to drive. The two of you were lucky that by some miracle both of you had made it out. 

Upon arriving at the complex of shops, you parked the truck in the parking lot. Turning off the engine, all three of you jumped out of the truck. Quickly you bent over to retie your shoelace. 

“Damn Kid, I suggest you keep your eyes of my lady’s ass before I start to dislike you. I mean shit, I know it’s tempting, but only I can touch and or fantasise about that great ass that she has.” 

“Can we please start getting this done? If not we could be camping here tonight” As you began to walk away, Negan quickly caught up to you making a point to place his hand in your back pocket giving your ass a hard squeeze. As you entered a local grocery store, you grabbed a hold of the cart and began to push. 

“Do you know if we had met before the world had gone to shit, I could have guaranteed it would have been in a store just like this?” 

“Oh really, and how would that have gone. How would you have swept me off my feet?” You asked as you came across some can’s that you quickly placed into the cart. 

“Funny Meat-ing you here or what can you see in my trousers right now is not a banana, do you still wanna suck on it?” An eruption of giggles erupted from your chest. They were completely terrible. Nothing like Negan’s usual pick up lines. 

“So your pick up lines were terrible before all of this shit happened.”

“Hell no, but there is only so much grocery related humour a man can use that isn’t too corny. Say what bout you, what would you have done.” 

“Honestly I would have probably checked you out and never approached you. That would have been foolish on my part.” 

“ I would have been all over you like a bee on an ice-cream. Well then baby, I am glad that we met in these extremely fucked up times. Now let’s see what else we can find. There’s gotta be something right. ” 

Store after store, the three of you search through, from the pharmacy to the charity store, everything seemed to have already been taken, but you still took anything either of you could be useful. Until the three of you became aware of a store only up the road a little. 

“Any idea what it could be?” You questioned as it hadn’t appeared on the map. 

“No idea Darlin’, let’s go investigate. Who knows perhaps we could hit the jackpot. 

“That was not the plan Michonne set, you’re breaking the rules! If Michonne finds out, Negan is never going to be allowed back out of his cell.” Turning around abruptly, you stopped Brandon in his tracks 

“Do not tell me what Michonne will do. I’ve known Michonne a hell of a lot longer than you have. Michonne would do the same thing, If there is a possibility of more supplies, then we take it. So you either get back to the fucking truck or you come with! While we’re at it, never tell me that if I disobey a plan then Negan will never come out of his cell! You have no idea what we’ve had to endure to get here!”  Walking ahead, Negan smirked. 

“That’s my girl! One day Kid you’re going to find someone who tickles the boat the way she tickles mine.”  Brandon sighed as he caught up with the two of you. Once at boarded-up doors, you knocked four times. Nothing. 

“Everyone ready.” With Negan’s help, the two of you broke away the plyboard. Pulling the door open, you flicked on your torches, to see what you all had wandered into. 

“A Halloween Shop? Hoped for a sex shop but this isn’t too bad either. So many possibilities. Don’t you think Sweetheart?” 

“There is nothing useful here, let’s just go it will be dark soon,” Brandon complained, but this was perfect. Something entirely normal, some of the younger children in the community had never been able to experience Halloween before. 

“Sweetheart, what do you think?” Negan asked as he wrapped his arm around you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Gather everything we can put it into the truck. Costumes buckets whatever there is !” 

“What use is that going to be for anyone? It would be literal-”

“Stop right there Kid. Now go do as she says and there won’t be any trouble. You might be above me, but I know for shit you are not above someone who’s on the council. Do as she says!” Brandon stormed off in an unknown direction leaving you and Negan alone at least momentarily.

The two of you walked over to the cart section and pulled out two, before slowly walking down the first aisle. 

“I’ve changed my mind Sweetheart, we would have met here. It would have given more way more fucking material to work with.” Smiling you begin to load the trolley with Halloween lights, Eugene would be able to use the wiring.

As you stopped to pick up some tableware, you felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around you, Negan’s chest pressed tightly against your back. 

“What says we make this little expedition of ours more interesting? This place is no sex shop, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find something for later. 

We’re going to separate so no one can cheat or know what the other one is up too. We’re meeting back up was that fucking large ass pumpkin over there. Also, there is no restriction on the number of items you can find ” Negan began to place sweet and precise kisses onto your neck. 

“That sounds like a challenge, but what does the winner get?” You quipped back as you leaned into Negan’s touch. 

“Anything they want?” 

“Anything, now that does sound interesting. Get prepared to lose.” 

“Sweetheart, I never fucking lose” 

The two of you set off taking two completely directions. You had never realised how massive this store was, there were costumes everywhere, as you proceeded to pick up as many in different sizes as possible. After discovering a vacant box, you decided that everything you found for your challenge, it would go in there. Although so far you had only thought of a Sheriff’s costume and that was to antagonise Negan rather than please him. The look on his face if you told him you wanted to dress up in a costume that reminded you of Rick’s old one would be priceless. 

The first pick of yours was a sexy police officer costume with a matching inmate costume. Negan often enjoyed allowing you to take control and this for sure would allow that. 

The second outfit that you choose was a typical nurses outfit, while it might have been outdone in the past, there was no timeframe when you would ever walk into a store like this again.  

The third and fourth outfits you decided to pick up where a lumberjack and a Steampunk costume that you were certain that Negan would love. There were a couple of surprises as well. When you were certain you needed to gather more for the rest of the community. 

“Well shit baby, you have been busy. I feel like a kid on Christmas. and I can’t wait to open my presents.” Negan leaned in close to your ear.

“But your going to have to show me later because we’re being watched by that freaky kid. At least Carl would have allowed us to have some fun, he would have loved this.” 

“Your right, he would have done. So why don’t we get finished up here and spend the night in the cabin before heading off tomorrow. Then when we get home, we can have our own Halloween special.” Negan smirked. It would certainly be a Happy Halloween for him...

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1000 followers!!!

I cannot believe that I have hit such an amazing milestone in my blog today! Thank you immensely to all 1000 of you for following my journey as a writer here! When I started this blog back in July, I never expected this. I honestly thought it would be just me and my words, but it’s become something far bigger than that! I’ve made some amazing friends here, been inspired by fellow writers and truly reignited my passion for writing. I’ve discovered new focuses, returned to old ones, and written a fully chaptered fiction again – something I’ve not achieved in over two years.

Not to mention, since July I’ve written 188 stories/scenarios/drabbles and 3 series! It’s honestly the most I’ve ever written in a space of time. To say I’m proud is an understatement, but I’m so humbled from having all the opportunities I have had from requests and ideas! 

Before I get too mushy, I just want to say that I’m thankful that despite the ups and downs, many of you have really supported my journey and I want to say thank you to you all. I really hope I didn’t forget anyone this time around but if I have please know you have shaped my journey and I appreciate you!

This will be long, sorry! >_<

@this-song-thats-only-for-you – for giving me the shove to create this blog. I put it off for some time and it was you Sem who convinced me to give it a try. I remember being nervous that no one would like my writing style haha! Thank you dear best friend for giving me the encouragement I needed, and continue to do so every day <3

@ongsung – Ashley where would I be without you? Honestly if I ever need anyone to talk to, it’s always you first. You have been my ideas bouncer, someone who encourages me to write outside the box, and we can literally talk about anything and never get bored. Thank you for sharing your world with me, writing and personal, and your avid love in war with Ongniel keeps me amused daily (Jisung knows you’ll forever choose him hahaha).

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@cramelot – from the beginning you have been one of my biggest encouragements here and I am so inspired by your writing, you have no idea. Honestly, our bias list is too similar I often feel like I can write for you and also myself in one xD looking forward to all your upcoming fiction <3

@mark-tuan-and-namjoon-lover – and finally if there was one person I look for the most on here it’s you – to harass you with Park Jinyoung of course! Hahah on a serious level, I’m so glad to have met you and love your support (and distractions) endlessly. Thank you!!

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Masterlist [Girls] [Scenarios]

Overall Masterlist: here

Special Tags:

x stewardess!au x highschool!au x babysitter!au x mafia!au x vampire!au x insane asylum!au x college!au x office!au x werewolf!au x princess!au

As Mothers Series: Mamamoo Red Velvet Girls Generation f(x) Girls Day Orange Caramel 4Minute

Married Life Series: Red Velvet 4Minute SNSD Mamamoo

Texts:

Red Velvet

- Them Being Jealous - Missing Your Girlfriend Wendy

f(x)

- Counting down the days until she’s home (Krystal)

Mamamoo

This Breathless Attraction Makes Me Dizzy [Wheein] [fluff] ↳ The story of how you win Jung Wheein’s heart

Small Wheein [Wheein] [fluff] ↳ When smol Wheein finds herself a tol girlfriend, the girls can’t help but tease her about it

Grease Off [Moonbyul] [kind of Solar] [fluff] [slight smut] ↳ A grease off between Moonbyul and her girlfriend. The victim? Solar, of course

Cupid Hyejin [Solar] [fluff] [stewardess!au] ↳ You’re a businesswoman who can’t help but long for the beautiful stewardess, Solar. But you never make a move, afraid of being unprofessional. Luckily, best friend Hyejin doesn’t care for professionalism (ft. Hwasa)

Jelly Love [Solar] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ Love is formed in many different ways. For you and Solar, it’s through strawberry jelly (ft. Wheein)

V App Five Star Chefs [Moonbyul] [fluff] ↳ Greasy Moonbyul shows off her girlfriend on a V App before the others show up to tease her

Warrior Princess [Solar] [fluff] ↳ Yongsun decides to teach a little girl a very important lesson about princesses and knights in shining armour

Red Velvet

Cool Hot Sweet Love [Yeri] [angst/fluff] ↳ Just one little mistake can cause so much pain | sequel to yeri’s part from this rv reaction

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions [Irene/Yeri] [fluff/angst] [high school!au] ↳ Watching your friend and crush fall for each other was enough to make you physically sick. Which leaves you with the decision of either letting life take its course or fighting for what you want

The Struggles of a Leader [Irene] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ When best friend Irene lands herself a partner, it’s only natural that her friends plan to annoy her about it. It’s just what best friends do

Her Smile [Wendy] [fluff] [slight angst] ↳ Wendy starts to notice her girlfriend sneaking off, acting distant and evasive and can’t help coming to an awful conclusion …

Hunger Pangs and Seulgi Kang [Seulgi] [fluff] ↳ Kang Seulgi was many things; talented, funny, beautiful. But right now, she was hungry. And there was only person who loved her and you enough to ease that pain (ft. Wendy)

Rumours [Irene] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ You can’t always believe in rumours … (ft. Seulgi)

The Struggles of a Crush [Irene] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ prequel to ‘The Struggles of a Leader’

Expectations [Irene] [fluff] ↳ On a trip to America, Irene bumps into someone that catches her attention. But there’s just one problem … communication

Striptease [Irene] [smut] ↳ Irene always gave the best birthday presents

Heart b-b-b-beat [OT5] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ OT5 battle to win your affections in the Russian Roulette game that is love

All I Wanna Do Is Be Your Girl [Irene] [Yeri] [fluff] [angst] [high school!au] ↳ Irene struggles with unrequited feelings, while watching a relationship blossom between that person and Yeri

Two’s Company, Three’s … Perfect? [Irene] [ft. Seulgi] [smut] ↳ Irene and you are so lost in passion that the extra set of eyes watching don’t matter ...

Princess!AU; Seulgi

J.E.A.L.O.U.S [Irene] [fluff] ↳ she gets jealous because you spend too much time with Taeyeon and her members

Girls Generation

Left or Right? [Taeyeon] [fluff]  ↳ Not everyone is perfect. And Kim Taeyeon is on a mission to prove that

Starlight [Taeyeon] [fluff] [angst] ↳ My version of Taeyeon's "Why" and "Starlight," detailing a heart broken Taeyeon finding her starlight …

The Quietest Are Always The Craziest [Taeyeon] [fluff] ↳ Taeyeon asks the girls for a favour: “Will you try and find out if (Y/N) likes me?”

Late Night Texts [Seohyun] [fluff] ↳ When Seohyun has a bad dream, you make it your mission to comfort her after it

Dating The “Bad Girl” [Seohyun] [angst] [fluff] ↳ Pictures were leaked online of Seohyun and her girlfriend sharing drunken kisses, leading to a surprising turn of events

A Memento [Yoona] [fluff] [college!au] ↳ Exchange student Yoona finds more than she bargained for in America

Nurse Sunny [Sunny] [fluff] [angst] ↳ Sometimes your past can come back in the most surprising of ways

Tension at the Office [Jessica] [fluff] [slight smut] [workplace!au] ↳ CEO Jessica Jung always took her work seriously. Even if she had to work with an infuriating, tardy woman in tight dresses and high heels

Public Proposal [Sunny] [fluff] ↳ Sunny gets a surprise proposal on stage

Changing Seasons At The Army Base [Sooyoung] [fluff] ↳ While volunteering for the army, Sooyoung finds herself drawn to a lonely soldier

Aftermath [Sunny] [slight Yoona] [angst] [fluff] ↳ Sunny would always be there for you, even during your hardest moments

Adrenaline Rush [Hyoyeon] [fluff] ↳ Secrets were fun, Hyoyeon decides, but her friends disagree

Earning Forgiveness [Tiffany] [smut] ↳ Mommy Tiffany doesn’t like when her Little misbehaves; especially not during such an important event.

Unwilting Rose [Taeyeon] [fluff] ↳ Taeyeon and her girlfriend get matching tattoos; to signify their everlasting love.

First Date with; Jessica

Free Time [Tiffany] [fluff] ↳ Tiffany is beautiful and well aware of this, however, she doesn’t think she’s the most beautiful person. No. For her, the most beautiful person is you.

AOA

Simple Gestures [Mina] [fluff] ↳ Married life with Mina Kwon

Trickery [Mina] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ Mina is rudely woken up one lazy Sunday by her sisters best friend, a.k.a the girl of her dreams. Shame that she probably has a crush on Yuri. But what no one knows, is that her sisters best friend, would much rather be with her instead (ft. Yuri Kwon)

Tension [Yuna] [smut]  ↳ It’s Yuna’s first time in your house and with that comes sexual tension

Destiny Can Be Cruel But Also Kind [Choa] [fluff] ↳ A soulmate tattoo AU.

4Minute

Facetiming Hyuna [Hyuna] [fluff] ↳ Dating an idol who was always away was hard. But with the advancements in modern technology, facetiming made it a bit easier.

Jealousy Can Make You C.R.A.Z.Y [Hyuna] [angst] [fluff] ↳ Jealous of Hyuna and Hyunseung’s onstage relationship, you take your frustrations out through boxing. Only to overwork yourself and collapse one day

Baby, Pay Attention [Jiyoon] [smut] ↳ A purple bruise on your neck can only mean one thing; Jiyoon is claiming what’s hers

Scars [Jiyoon] [angst] ↳ Don’t ever forget that there’s a light at the end of every tunnel

Long Time No See [Jihyun] [fluff] ↳ “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”

Suspicious Partner [Jihyun] [fluff] ↳ With you around less, the foreign scent of perfume in your apartment and the frequent texts .. Jihyun can’t help but become suspicious.

f(x)

The Flower That is Emotion Blooms [Krystal] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ Loud friends are no help when it comes to planning a confession, Krystal thinks, especially not when it comes to the nerdy girl in her maths class. Which is why she takes matters into her own hands; “I’m Krystal Jung,” she states. “I always have a plan."

All Mine [Victoria] [fluff] ↳ A jealous Victoria is a sexy Victoria

One Last Kiss [Luna] [fluff] ↳ Luna’s kisses had the magical ability to help you forget your worries

Basketball Blues [Luna] [fluff] ↳ A date at the park somehow leads to getting your butt kicked in basketball

Holding Hands [Victoria] [fluff] ↳ The prompt: “You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s, like, five people around and I’m getting very suspicious.”

Meeting The Parents [Luna] [fluff] ↳ Luna swears her parents will like you but there’s only one way to tell ..

Girl’s Day

Ex-Girl [Yura] [angst] ↳ Not all love lasts forever

Beautiful Stranger [Sojin] [fluff] [parent!au] ↳ Prompt: “I’m on the bus and my 2-year-old won’t stop crying, except you just smiled at them and they did”

Oh My Girl

Just A Friend [Jiho] [angst] ↳ Television shows always portray secret relationships as this fun, exhilarating thing. But for Jiho, that image was far from the truth

All In The Name of Science [Yooa] [fluff] ↳ Yooa tries teaching her girlfriend a dance routine, only for them to get carried away with a little experiment

Confession [Arin] [fluff] [high school!au] ↳ Arin is just your average high school girl, with a crush. A crush that her friends scheme to get her together with

Online Lovers [Yooa] [fluff] ↳ Not all real life love is as straight forward as it is in the movies. For example, you might even fall in love with someone you haven’t met yet

Orange Caramel

First Encounter [Nana] [fluff] ↳ Meeting Jinah for the first time ft. many cute cats.

WJSN

Lucky Day [Yeoreum] [fluff] [soulmate!au] ↳ Soulmate AU where the world is bleak and grey, until you find your other half ..

[chimiekookie96]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Park Chaeyoung | Rosé, Park Choa, Kim Namjoon | Rap Monster, Kim Seolhyun, Kunpimook Bhuwakul | BamBam Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, very minor angst, Gay Panic, Baby Bun, Just trying to figure things out, Mild Internalized Homophobia, Self-Denial, Awkward Boners, Top Park Jimin, Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Coming Out, Smut, Fate but not really Summary:

PROMPT: The first time they meet, Jeongguk is in the hospital for one of the most stupid decisions in his stupid life, and Jimin is one bed away in a visitor's chair, pretending not to laugh at him.

The second time they meet is even worse.

OR

Jeongguk learns some things about himself with the help of a stranger.

[lockefanfic]

Business Trip: Part 24 - Square

“These students have been misbehaving, Mr. Principal.”

Mina’s first words to you as you enter her hotel room initially leave you puzzled, but upon realizing Jeongyeon and Choa were sitting on the bed clad in schoolgirl uniforms, it all fell into place.

“Is that so, Miss…”

“Miss Vice Principal will do,” Mina says, her tone still stern, her look towards Jeongyeon and Choa one of disapproval.

“Vice Principal,” you repeat, walking up to Mina until you are standing side by side. You are relieved that you decided to wear a pair of khakis and throw on a tie, as Mina was similarly dressed up in a grey blazer and matching pencil skirt. Jeongyeon was wearing a white button up shirt and a plaid skirt, while Choa was a white and red cheerleader outfit; you made a mental note to ask her just how she managed to get a hold of one under such short notice.

“These two have been misbehaving, Mr. Principal, and must be taught a lesson,” Mina says, approaching the two sitting girls. You notice for the first time that she is holding a long stick-like item in her hand, and she uses it to graze Jeongyeon’s chin, lifting it up so the younger Korean girl is making eye contact with her.

It was almost like God decided to dump a bucket of water out of the sky.

 At least, that’s what it seemed like. The rainfall seemed heavy and unending - the word torrential was quite fitting - and had started almost immediately that morning and lasted most of the afternoon.

 The gloominess of the weather seemed to match your mood quite well. A day has passed since your little liaison with Sana and the resulting session with her and Momo back in your hotel room. Time did little to dispel the worries that Sana decided to leave you with, and while you were happy that she and Momo were at least on friendly terms again, you were unable to forget her declaration of her feelings for you and the lies she told Momo to cover them up.

 The weather kept any of you from going outside, but Momo was more than content to relax in the hotel room with room service and Netflix - by her own admission she was still recovering from the extremely pleasurable but thoroughly exhausting experience she shared with you and Sana the morning previous. And so you were alone when you decided to head out from the hotel room in search of dinner.

 “Fuck,” you say out loud as you are presented with the prospect of a dash through the torrential downpour to get to the main building of the resort and the restaurant within.

 “Fuck indeed,” a female voice says, and you turn to find Yoo Jeongyeon approaching you, a bright smile on her small face. Thankfully, in her hand is an umbrella.

 “I’m heading to the resort restaurant to have dinner with Choa,“ she continues, “and I presume you’ll need rain-free transport to the same location,” she says with a little hint of suggestiveness.

 “I’d appreciate a ride, yes,” you say suggestively with a smile, “and I’d be happy to pay in whatever way you deem fit.”

 Jeongyeon gives a little chuckle before responding, “Nine times out of ten I’d take you up on that, boss, but to be quite honest I feel like shit at the moment and I’d probably end up vomiting all over you.”

 “Well the mental image of that happening just chased away any potential boner I might have have had, so thanks.”

 Jeongyeon giggles, her eye smile managing to bring some brightness into your otherwise dreary day. Her positivity and bright demeanour was infectious, and you found yourself smiling back at her.

 “So why are you feeling like shit, exactly?”

 “Choa and I kind of got completely wasted last night,” Jeongyeon replies, staring out at the rain, “and today I’m paying the price.”

 “Well then we can be miserable over dinner together,” you reply.

 “Oh yeah? And why are you so miserable? It must really suck, doing nothing but fucking two beautiful Japanese women for twenty four hours straight. I’m surprised you can walk.”

 “How did you-”

 “My room is right down the hall,” Jeongyeon answers, “and I saw Sana leave your room when I went to grab some aspirin and gatorade this morning.”

 “Ahh,” you say, not quite sure how to explain the tricky circumstances of your relationship with Sana and Momo to Jeongyeon. You weren’t sure how much she knew about it, and didn’t want to share more than you had to.

 “You don’t have to explain anything,” Jeongyeon says quickly, “what you do with those two is your own business.”

 You notice Jeongyeon has cast her eyes downward, playing idly with the handle of her umbrella. While she is facing the rain and you can only see half of her face, you notice that her smile has left her lips.

 “Anyway,” she begins, eager to change the subject, “you should come grab dinner with Choa and I. Thankfully I have a portable rainfall deflection device handy which will ensure our journey to the restaurant is completed with a minimum of exposure to the elements.”

 Jeongyeon unfurls her umbrella with a flourish before presenting you with her left hand, trying to look a little bit like a proper lady asking for a walk.

 “Will you accompany me to dinner, dear sir?” she asks, attempting and failing to sound like some European noblewoman.

 “I shall,” you answer, mocking a bow before taking her hand. You both sprint to the main resort building under the umbrella, and for a moment, with Jeongyeon’s hand clutching yours and with a bright smile on her face, the gloom is chased from your head.

 ---

 Choa is already waiting at one of the two resort restaurants, which turned out, to your relief, to be a casual sports bar. She greets you warmly, and for a while you are happy to let the company of two cute girls distract you from your worries. Laughter and conversation came just as easily as the greasy bar food and cheap beer did.

 “So Miss Yoo here apparently has a limit of two soju bottles,” Choa says as she grabs another onion ring, “she was out like a light after the second one. Lightweight.”

 “I am not,” Jeongyeon replies as she turns to you, “what Miss Park fails to mention is that the second soju bottle was preceeded by a shit ton of beers and shots, as well as a drunken stumble downtown to find the nearest liquor store that sold soju. Also we were back in my room by the time I had the second bottle, and the bed looked mighty tempting.”

 “You should see this girl’s hotel room,” Choa says to you, “it looks like a rich fourteen year old boy set up a gaming cafe in there.”

 “Hey, I gotta keep up my ladder points. It’s a double experience weekend and I’m only a few k away from unlocking an AR I want.”

 Choa looks quizzically at the younger woman.

 “I don’t even know what the hell you just said,” she says, and the three of you share another laugh. You finish off the rest of your beer with a long sip, relishing the buzz from the liquor in your veins.

 “I’ll get the next round!” Jeongyeon says as she notices your empty glass. With a happy buzz in her step, she gathers up the pitchers and heads to the bar.

 Choa watches Jeongyeon try and mostly fail to get the attention of the overburdened bartender at the bar. She watches with a look not unlike the kind of look an older sister would give her younger sister. Ensuring the younger girl is out of earshot, Choa turns to you with a smile.

 “I think it’s cute,” she says.

 “What is?”

 “The crush she has on you.”

 “Crush? I don’t-“

 “God, you’re so dense. How does Momo put up with you?”

 “Jeongyeon? Me?”

 Choa replies with a smug smile on her lips, evidently well entertained by what was going on in front of her. She grins playfully at you and grabs another onion ring from the plate of appetizers on your table.

 “Guys!” comes the sound of Jeongyeon’s voice, “look who I found!”

 You and Choa turn to watch as Jeongyeon reappears from the bar, a pitcher of beer in one hand and her other arm looped around the arm of Miyoui Mina, who had a little bit of an embarrassed smile on her face.

 “Guys!” Jeongyeon continues, “Mina’s going to join us!”

 Mina looks a little embarrassed and the smile on her face seems a little forced, but she is graceful and polite enough to accept Jeongyeon’s invitation as she takes a seat at your table, giving you and Choa nods of greeting. Jeongyeon pours her a glass.

 “So I was saying,” Choa pipes up, “there was some interesting stuff in Jeongyeon’s hotel room.”

 Jeongyeon slaps Choa’s forearm.

 “Shut up, unnie.”

 Jeongyeon’s plea only encourages Choa, and she leans towards the younger girl before asking, “So, how long have you been back in school, Jeongyeon?”

 Mina and you share a questioning look, not quite sure what the older Korean girl was referring to. Whatever it was, it must have been embarrassing to Jeongyeon, as the younger girl’s cheeks have gone bright red.

 “Shut up!” she says again, a little more insistently this time, not that it kept Choa from continuing.

 “Jeongyeon, our friends here look a little lost, so I’ll explain - you see, our little IT specialist  here appears to be taking classes, if the schoolgirl uniform I found in her room last night was any indication.”

 “Unnie!” Jeongyeon exclaims, slapping Choa’s shoulder none too lightly. Choa laughs it off, clearly delighting in the teasing of her younger friend.

 “Schoolgirl… uniform?” Mina says quietly, her tone plain, but with an undercurrent of interest, as though she were trying to appear less intrigued than she actually was. It’s almost imperceptible and you don’t think anyone else at the table saw it, but you notice that she is biting her lip slightly, her eyes locked on Jeongyeon.

 “It’s nothing,” Jeongyeon says, her cheeks still bright red as she nervously brushes her hair behind her ear, “it’s just something I brought… just in case,” she finishes, shooting you a glance.

 “Just in case what?” Mina asks, her tone suddenly serious, her attention completely focused on the younger Korean. Choa and you both notice her change in demeanour and share a look, both of you more than a little intrigued by the Japanese girl’s sudden interest in Jeongyeon’s baggage.

 “Just in case… I dunno. Things got… interesting.”

 Jeongyeon fidgets nervously with her hands before grabbing her beer and taking a few long swigs, eager to do something, anything, to alleviate the attention on her.

 “Choa,” Mina says, turning to the older Korean girl, “do you also… have a uniform?”

 Choa looks a little taken aback by the question, but answers, “Um, no…. but I suppose I packed something that could pass as a cheerleader uniform. Close enough, I guess?”

 Mina suddenly stands, her face demure and reserved, completely at odds with the suggestive content of what she says next.

 “You two are to be in my hotel room in twenty minutes, in uniform,” she says with an air of haughtiness, as though she were some sort of school official speaking to two delinquent students.

 “And you,” she says, turning to lock eyes with you, “can report to my room in half an hour.”

 With that, the Japanese girl leaves the table. When she is a few steps away, she turns and says one last thing to the three of you.

 “Don’t be late. Tardiness will be punished.”

 Mina leaves the bar. The three of you are stunned speechless by her instructions, until Jeongyeon rises and leaves without another word. Choa gives you a look, bites her lip slyly, and leaves soon after.

 You drain what’s left of your beer, pay the bill, and leave the bar.

 —-

“These students have been misbehaving, Mr. Principal.”

 Mina’s first words to you as you enter her hotel room initially leave you puzzled, but upon realizing Jeongyeon and Choa were sitting on the bed clad in schoolgirl uniforms, it all fell into place.

 “Is that so, Miss…”

 “Miss Vice Principal will do,” Mina says, her tone still stern, her look towards Jeongyeon and Choa one of disapproval.

 “Vice Principal,” you repeat, walking up to Mina until you are standing side by side. You are relieved that you decided to wear a pair of khakis and throw on a tie, as Mina was similarly dressed up in a grey blazer and matching pencil skirt. Jeongyeon was wearing a white button up shirt and a plaid skirt, while Choa was a white and red cheerleader outfit; you made a mental note to ask her just how she managed to get a hold of one under such short notice.

 “These two have been misbehaving, Mr. Principal, and must be taught a lesson,” Mina says, approaching the two sitting girls. You notice for the first time that she is holding a long stick-like item in her hand, and she uses it to graze Jeongyeon’s chin, lifting it up so the younger Korean girl is making eye contact with her.

 You notice that the stick-like object in Mina’s hand is a riding crop. Was there a sexual fetish store somewhere on the resort premises you weren’t aware of?

 “And what should we do with them, Vice Principal?”

 “The rules are clear,” Mina continues, leaving Jeongyeon to approach Choa, the tip of the riding crop dropping towards the blonde girl’s breasts. It lingers there, pressed lightly against Choa’s upper chest, until Mina slowly lets the tip wander up her neck, until she is caressing the side of her cheek with the thin leather rod.

 “...they must be punished,” Mina finishes. Both Jeongyeon and Choa let small reactions appear on their faces - Jeongyeon bites her lip softly, while Choa lets a soft gasp escape her mouth as Mina’s riding crop grazes her left ear.

 “What punishment did you have in mind, Vice Principal?”

 Mina folds her arms, taking away the riding crop from Choa’s face in the process and eliciting a look of disappointment from the blonde. The Japanese girl brings a hand to her chin, tapping her own lip with a slim finger, evidently deep in thought.

 “We’ll start with this one,” she says, turning to face Jeongyeon. With a slim hand she reaches out and traces Jeongyeon’s jawline with a finger. Her hand drifts upward, towards the nape of Jeongyeon’s neck… before placing her hand flat on her upper chest and pushing her until she is on her back on the bed.

 “Are you ready for your punishment, Miss Yoo?” Mina asks, her riding crop now tracing a path down Jeongyeon’s long, slim body, the tip curving around her small breasts and flat stomach before reaching her plaid skirt and its short hem.

 “Yes,” Jeongyeon answers - it’s only one word, but it is filled with desire. You knew from experience that she got off on roleplaying, and the scenario she found herself in was likely arousing her to no end. So you aren’t surprised when Mina’s riding crop begins, slowly, to lift the hem of her skirt up - and Jeongyeon moans in response.

 Inch by inch, the perfect, creamy skin of the younger Korean girl’s thighs is revealed, until her skirt is almost completely bunched up around her lower belly, exposing her naked crotch.

 “No underwear… as expected,” Mina observes, “you truly are a little slut, aren’t you, Miss Yoo? You do know what happens to little sluts like you, don’t you?”

 “We… get punished, Vice Principal,” Jeongyeon answers, although the syllables that leave her mouth are more gasps than full words.

 “That’s correct. Show her what happens to girls like her, Mr. Principal,” Mina finishes, turning to you with a devilish look in her eyes and a sly smile on her lips. On the bed, Jeongyeon raises her legs and spreads her thighs, resting her feet on the edge of the mattress. The pink lips of her pussy glisten wetly - it didn’t surprise you at all that she was getting off on all this.

 You are unable to resist for even a moment, and soon you find yourself on her knees between her spread thighs - your tongue darts out, almost of its own accord, and soon Jeongyeon’s sweet nectar is filling your palette as you give her hot, slick pussy long licks from bottom to top, taking a moment to swirl the tip of your tongue around her clit each time you reach it.

 Jeongyeon lets out a sharp gasp with each lick, and she quickly becomes a hot mess as you eat her wet, hot pussy, the gasps turning into soft moans as you settle into a rhythm, licking her heat with slow, broad strokes of your tongue.  Her thighs try to close themselves around your head but you reach up with your palms and keep her legs spread, ensuring you have full access to her writhing, squirming crotch.

 For long minutes you almost forget there are two other women in the room, so engrossed are you in the sweet treat you are devouring. The steadily increasing volume of Jeongyeon’s moans are the only thing your senses register beyond the taste and feel of her pussy - and soon her wordless sounds of pleasure become actual words.

 “I… Oh! Mr. Principal… Oh… ahh! I’m… I’m gonna cum!”

 It must have only been a minute or so, but the fact that she was already nearing orgasm likely spoke to how aroused she was the by the whole situation - she loved playing a role, being treated a certain way. And it all contributed to the build up of pleasure in her slim, young body; one she was unable and unwilling to fight.

 Jeongyeon’s world explodes in white as you intensify your licks on her clit, and soon she orgasms, the pleasure wracking her body and forcing her thighs closed around your head despite your palms trying to keep her spread open. She shudders and shakes, and you feel a warm flush of her slick fluids enter your open mouth as she orgasms, the bittersweet taste of her juices slick on your tongue.

 For a few long moments you savor the feel of Jeongyeon’s quivering pussy on your tongue as she slowly comes down from her high, giving her wet flesh long, slow licks, savoring her taste on your palette. When she has finally calmed down enough you give her mound a soft, almost chaste kiss before rising from your knees, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before licking off her juices from your knuckles.

 Mina and Choa have not been idle throughout your time working on Jeongyeon, and you are surprised to find that Mina has already divested Choa of her top, and is currently fondling the young woman from behind, her slim fingers cupping her full breasts as she looks over Choa’s shoulder at you with a sly, wicked look on her perfectly sculpted features.

 Choa is a shuddering, writhing mess in Mina’s arms, her eyes half lidded with pleasure as Mina’s fingers work their magic on her body, the Japanese girl’s slim fingertips playing idly with her clearly stiff nipples. Mina raises her mouth to Choa’s ear and gives the Korean girl a lick from the bottom of her ear to the top; simultaneously, her right hand descends down towards Choa’s crotch, where she quickly lifts the hem of her cheerleader skirt before pressing her palm flat against the older girl’s crotch.

 “Mmmm!” Choa moans out loud, every ounce of her turned into jelly by the younger girl.

 “She’s drenched, Mr. Principal,” Mina says slyly from behind Choa’s shoulder, her eyes dripping with devilish intent, “we should do something about that.”

 On the bed, Jeongyeon has recovered sufficiently from her orgasm, and rises to work the belt and unzip your pants. You look down and lock eyes with her to find her absolutely drunk with lust, biting her lip as she quickly succeeds in freeing your cock from your boxers. You reach down and stroke her hair appreciatively, and she lets her head fall back submissively, enjoying the feel of your approval.

 Stepping out of your boxers and jeans, you make your way onto the bed, Jeongyeon making way for you as you lie down on your back.

 “Perhaps Miss Park can show us how much she regrets her misbehaviour,” you say.

 Choa turns to Mina for approval, and the Japanese girl nods with a wicked look on her face as she pushes the older girl forward softly with a palm on her back.

 “Go show Mr. Principal just how sorry you are for what you’ve done,” Mina says, every syllable dripping with lust - pure, erotic lust.

 Choa climbs onto the bed, her eyes half lidded with pleasure and drunk with lust. She straddles you quickly, reaching down to the hem of her cheerleader skirt before lifting it up with both hands, exposing her naked, dripping pussy. Reaching down with her right hand she grasps your rock hard shaft, giving it two quick strokes, delighting in the feel of your hard flesh in her palm. Biting her lip, she aims your tip towards her slick opening before slowly lowering herself onto you.

 You both close your eyes at the feel of Choa sinking down onto your cock, your shaft spearing into her wet, tight, walls, her body so slick around you. You had had your fair share of fucking with Choa - hard fucks, slow fucks, and everywhere inbetween - but you never tired of her body, and how utterly wet and hot she was.

 When she has fully impaled herself upon you, you open your eyes to find that she is biting one of her fingertips, her eyes still half closed in pleasure as she adjusts to the hard flesh inside her. She looked so utterly gorgeous, her slim, tight body naked except for her bunched up, pleated cheerleader skirt, sitting on your lap with her pussy stuffed with your cock - but the expression on her face was what took the cake. She was cute and adorable in day to day life, but when it came to sex she was captivating, those cute adorable features twisted deliciously by lust.

 You are both ripped from your reverie by the loud, firm smack of flesh - Mina has struck Choa’s butt with her riding crop, eliciting a yelp from the older Korean girl.

 “Well go on then, Miss Park,” Mina says firmly, “don’t just sit there.”

 Choa obeys, and she begins to ride you - slowly at first, placing her hands on your chest as she slowly takes you in and out of her body with short movements of her hips - but soon she gathers speed, and she is riding you with a firm but steady motion, your shaft spearing in and out of her wet, hot pussy.

 For long moments you are content to watch as Choa rides you, a stream of soft gasps and moans leaving her lips. Her breasts are brought together deliciously by her upper arms bracing her body against your chest, and you are unable to stop yourself from reaching up and fondling her soft mounds, teasing her stiff nipples with your thumbs. All the while she is fucking herself on your shaft, bouncing up and down, her hips grinding against you, doing all they can to take you in and out of her body as fast as they are able.

 “Oh god, Mr. Principal… you’re so big… so big inside me! Oh! Ohhh! I’ve been… so bad… Ohh!”

 You bring your hands to Choa’s thighs, and you are content for awhile to let her ride you, but her moans inspire you to become more of an active participant in this little liaison; her outfit, her submissiveness, her wet, slick heat - it all contributed to the sudden need to take control. And so you begin pumping up with your hips as Choa rides you, timing your thrusts with each of her downstrokes, thrusting your cock as deep as you could into her willing body.

 “Sluts like you need… a good fucking to set you straight, don’t you, Miss Park!?”

 “Yess!” Choa answers as she lets her head fall back, “Yes! I’ve been such a bad girl! Oh… oh god! I’m gonna cum!”

 For a few moments Choa’s body freezes, her small frame completely wracked with pleasure as an orgasm takes her by surprise - her pussy tightens exponentially around you, and for a moment you have to fight off your own orgasm. The sight of Choa’s quivering, shaking body atop your hips makes it difficult, though, as her entire frame goes taut and she succumbs fully to the pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hands seek in vain for something to grasp, something to hold on to, finally finding purchase in your own palms on her thighs. Her nails dig almost painfully into the back of your hand.

 It takes a supreme amount of effort not to join the orgasming Korean girl on your cock, and you would have been completely content with turning her onto her back and pounding away at her willing body until you came in her… but you knew there was one more thing that had to be done.

 And presently, that thing was standing at the foot of the bed.

 Mina Miyoui had watched while you ate Jeongyeon out and let Choa ride herself to orgasm on your shaft, but presently she had a look of what was surely feigned concern on her face as Jeongyeon stands behind her, twisting the Japanese girl’s arm behind her back.

 Somewhere along the way, Jeongyeon had gotten a hold of Mina’s riding crop - and presently she was pressing it against the Japanese girl’s cheek.

 “Mr. Principal,” Jeongyeon begins, a wickedness in her eyes, “it seems Miss Vice Principal here is not entirely innocent of the same crimes she charged Miss Park and I with.”

 Choa slumps her limp body off your shaft to fall to the side of the bed as you look up at Mina, squirming in Jeongyeon’s grasp.

 “Is that so, Miss Yoo?”

 “Yes,” Jeongyeon replies, letting her right hand, with the riding crop, fall towards Mina’s crotch. She lifts up her thin, tight pencil skirt before pressing her hand between Mina’s thighs; the Japanese girl tries and fails to hide the look of pleasure that flashes on her model-like features. The fact that she tried to hide her arousal only made it more attractive.

 “Hmmm,” Jeongyeon continues, raising her right hand in front of Mina and herself to reveal her glistening fingertips, “it seems Miss Vice Principal here is indeed a slut.”

 “How should we punish her?” comes the sudden question from Choa, evidently recovered enough to ask as she lies on the bed. She licks her lips in anticipation.

 You stand up from the bed, as nonchalantly as you are able. Jeongyeon takes the hint and pushes Mina onto it.

 “Miss Yoo, Miss Park… strip her.”

 Jeongyeon and Choa jump at the opportunity, their lust-addled minds giving them ample strength and determination as they strip Mina of her clothes - Choa slips her blazer jacket from her slim shoulders, while Jeongyeon quickly works the buttons and zipper on Mina’s skirt before she slides it down her long, perfect legs and off. Mina, for her part, doesn’t resist, a look of defiance on her face.

 “I refute your claims,” Mina answers, defiant, “I’m no slut.”

 Jeongyeon suddenly grasps Mina’s wrist and presses her down onto the bed. On the other side of her, Choa does the same, until both girls are holding the Japanese girl down onto the bed.

 “Mr. Principal will be the judge of that,” Jeongyeon answers, turning to you and shooting you a look of unbridled wickedness.

 The sight of Mina being held down by Jeongyeon and Choa, her perfect, model-like body squirming as she pretended to resist, was nothing short of utterly captivating. There was no malice here, no real negative intent - the four of you were merely playing roles. But you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the need to punish the Japanese girl, to own her, break that haughty, proud demeanor she always had.

 You step forward and Mina makes a show of keeping her legs together, forcing you to spread them apart with a palm on each full, warm thigh. Her pussy beckons invitingly, her wet flesh glistening, ready to be taken.

 You grasp your shaft, still wet and glistening with Choa’s juices, and press it against Mina’s wet flesh. You slap her pussy with your cock, delighting in the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, and the gasps of surprise that escape Mina’s mouth. She is making a show of it, pretending to resist Jeongyeon and Choa’s grip on her wrists, but you knew she wanted it, knew she was willing and utterly craving the fucking that she was about to receive.

 You place the head of your shaft between her wet lips and with one full, hard stroke, you enter her pussy for the first time.

 You had had her ass before, but never her pussy - your little session a few months before, when she had insisted her pussy was only for girls, had only heightened your desire to finally fuck her. And now that you were buried fully inside her, you realized the wait was completely worthwhile. She was tight, tighter than Choa but not as tight as Jeongyeon - but with a hot, warm slickness that made her body utterly sinful to be inside.

 Mina gasps loudly as you fill her pussy for the first time.

 “Ohh!.... Oh…. You… can fuck me all you want, Mr. Principal… but I’ll never… admit to being a slut.”

 “Is that so, Miss Miyoui? Your body says otherwise.”

 “I’ll… I’ll never give in.”

 “We’ll see about that.”

 You grasp her full thighs and bury yourself as deep as you can inside her body before withdrawing your shaft for the first time - then you start fucking Miyoui Mina.

 Mina had the body of a model, with long, thin limbs and a perfectly sculpted face with features like those of a princess. She had an air of grace and a demure personality to match that elevated her above the average girl into something almost royal.

 But now, with that same body being rocked with thrusts into her pussy and with that face twisted by lust and pleasure, her air of grace had fallen hard to reveal a woman who had fully given in to the allure of physical pleasure.

 Her small breasts, round and perfectly shaped, bounce enticingly with each thrust, her full thighs and long legs wrapped tightly around your hips as you piston in and out of her tightly grasping pussy. Her body was completely sublime, her tightness almost unbearable, her pussy hot and warm around you. Occasionally she would squirm in a token attempt to resist Jeongyeon and Choa’s grasp on her body, but you knew it was only for appearances, and soon those token attempts for show stopped altogether as Mina slowly, inexorably gave in to the darker desires inside her young body.

 “Oohhhh… oh! No… no…. No, I won’t…. Oh!”

 “Give… in…” you manage to hiss between thrusts, “Give in, Miss Vice Principal.”

 “Let yourself go, Miss Vice Principal!” Choa adds in as she watches the erotic show playing on in front of her, unable to resist grasping one of Mina’s bouncing breasts with her free hand. She teases the Japanese girl’s breast, grasping her stiff nipple between her index finger and thumb, just as Mina had done to her earlier.

 “Let yourself enjoy the hard cock in that tight little pussy of yours,” Jeongyeon adds, “I bet you enjoy the fucking he’s giving you. I bet you enjoy being used.”

 “No… No…. oh!”

 Mina’s resistance only turns you on further. You wanted more than just to fuck her, now - you wanted to break her, own her, use her.

 You withdraw your shaft from her body and quickly grasp her hips, turning her around. Jeongyeon and Choa take the hint and turn Mina over until she is on her belly, and on her knees atop the bed. Grasping Mina’s upturned ass, you drive yourself once more inside her, fucking her again from behind.

 “Oh!! Ohhhh…. Oh god! I… I’m… I’m so close!”

 Mina was even tighter from behind, her tight wetness grasping you, her flesh wrapping around you, unwilling to let you go. You grasp her full, round ass tightly, delighting in the sight of your drenched cock as it pistons in and out of the Japanese girl’s writhing body.

 “You can cum… if you admit you’re a slut.”

 “No! I… I’m not!”

 “Do it,” Choa hisses, bringing her face to Mina’s, her small tongue darting out to lick what was probably a bead of sweat from the Japanese girl’s cheek, “give in.”

 “Do you like that cock in your pussy?” Jeongyeon adds, “because he can fuck you whenever you want.. If you just admit it… admit you’re a slut.”

 “No… I’m so… so close…” Mina says, her voice quivering now, completely lacking the proud, proper tone she usually had, “please…. Please let me cum.”

 You draw your shaft out of her body completely, and Mina gasps. You grasp your slick shaft and tease her drenched lips with the head of your cock.

 “I’ll keep fucking you… and make you cum… if you just admit it. And if you’re a nice girl, I’ll even fill you with cum.”

 Mina’s head falls between her shoulders.

 “I’m… a slut.”

 “What was that?” Jeongyeon asks, a mock look of disapproval on her face. She was really into all this, even more so than Choa or even Mina. She loved every moment of it, loved the reversal of roles and her new position of dominance.

 “Yes! I’m a slut! I’m your little slut, Mr. Principal!” Mina says, her words full of desperation and need, “Now please… please fuck me!”

 You can’t help but grin widely. She was broken now, and she was yours.

 You press the tip of your shaft once more to Mina’s dripping opening, and with one hard thrust you bury yourself once more inside her. She was even tighter now, if such a thing were possible. The seconds pass as you fuck the mewling, quivering Japanese girl from behind, although they feel like an eternity, each thrust into her body bringing the both of you closer and closer to orgasm.

 It doesn’t take long - she was already on the verge of orgasm, and the resumption of your hard, fast thrusts into her body bring her quickly to the very edge, and with just a few more thrusts, completely over it.

 “Oh… oh god! I’m cumming! Your little slut is cumming! Ohhhh!”

 Mina casts her head back, and her body writhes in pleasure as she cums, Jeongyeon and Choa struggling to hold her down as she shakes and quivers in their grasp. Her pussy tightens exponentially around your pistoning shaft, and you grit your teeth as you fuck her right through her orgasm, your grip tightening so much around her ass you worry for a moment that you might hurt her.

 “Oh… Mina… I’m gonna cum too,” you say, calling her by her name, forgetting any trace of the role playing that the four of you had done to that point.

 “Please…” Mina says, her head fallen down onto the bed now, unable and unwilling to keep  herself upright, “please… please fill your little slut’s hot pussy with cum! Cum inside me, please!”

 With one last hard, strong thrust into Miyoui Mina’s body, you finally cum, sending streams of thick, white semen into her welcoming pussy for the first time. She pumped so utterly full of your cum that it quickly overflows out of her body around your shaft, leaking down both of your drenched crotches and onto the bedsheets below her upraised ass. You slow your thrusts as you cum, and you watch as thick white cum appears from around your slowly softening shaft as it leaves Mina’s body with a mess of semen.

 The rest of the evening is a daze, but eventually the four of you wind up in bed. Mina is curled up with Choa, and you find yourself with Jeongyeon’s head on your chest as she falls asleep. The exhaustion of the session finally catches up with you, and you allow yourself to fall willingly into the embrace of sleep.

 ---

When you wake up the next morning, Choa and Mina are gone - you assume they left somewhere overnight or earlier in the morning. Jeongyeon remains, her slim form still asleep next to yours, snoring softly, a look of utter contentment and peace on her features. You admire her beauty for a few long seconds, her newly grown out long brown hair framing her face as she continues to doze off.

 Eventually you disengage yourself from her, successfully keeping her asleep, and tossing on your khakis, you step out onto the balcony. The session with Jeongyeon, Choa and Mina was a pleasant distraction, but the worries still remained, particularly with Sana and her declaration of her feelings for you the day before.

 A few minutes pass in silence as you sit on one of the two chairs on the balcony, trying to find some solace in the newly risen sun.

 “Beautiful, isn’t it?” comes a voice - Jeongyeon is leaning on the balcony door, her tall, slim frame wrapped with a blanket. She made for a gorgeous sight, with her long hair tousled by a night of sleep, her soft, small features painted with tones of orange and yellow by the rising sun.

 “It is,” you answer, although a part of you knew you were talking more about the young Korean girl than about the sunrise.

 “You look like you have a lot on your mind, boss,” Jeongyeon says softly.

 “I have my worries, yes,” you answer with a sigh, looking back onto the sunrise.

 “Let me guess - about Sana and Momo?” Jeongyeon asks as she steps out onto the balcony, leaning against the railing. The blanket wrapped around her is thin and almost translucent in the soft sunlight, highlighting the perfect outline of her tall, slim frame.

 “Yes,” you answer after a long pause.

 Jeongyeon lets your answer linger in the air for a moment as you both watch the sun rise and the city slowly wake up.

 “Are they worth it?”

 Her question surprises you, and you find yourself just as surprised with your hesitance to answer. You should have immediately said yes, but a small part of you kept you from doing so.

 Jeongyeon doesn’t give you much more time to think, as she turns from the railing and steps towards you. She reaches down with her slim hand and grasps yours.

 “Maybe it’s time to think about what else is out there,” she says, and in that moment you are utterly captivated by her - by her perfect face, her long, chocolate hair, her slim frame - but most of all, her soft, round eyes, and the emotion within those deep brown pools.

 Jeongyeon pulls you up out of the chair and into the room, where she lets the blanket fall from her body. She pushes you onto the bed and you sit there as she falls to her knees and pulls off your khakis before pleasuring you with her lips and tongue. Once you are hard she takes you into her mouth, sucking your shaft slowly, letting you relish each movement.

 When she is satisfied that you are ready, she pushes you once more onto the bed until you are on your back, and straddling you, she takes you inside her and rides you, slowly, carefully, passionately - there is no role to be played here, no roughness or mock submissiveness - only passion, and emotion, and intimacy between two people.

 Jeongyeon is the first to cum, and you watch, enraptured, as she writhes in pleasure atop you, her moans and sighs of pleasure giving voice to the emotions that her words cannot. Grasping her body to yours you turn over so you are atop her, and soon you are thrusting in and out of her once more. When you cum inside her soon after it is with your head buried in her neck and her limbs wrapped around your body as though welcoming you into her very essence, allowing you to see who she really was at her very core, past the sarcastic and geeky exterior to the young, innocent woman she was inside, one that just wanted to love and be loved.

 You are a tangled mess now of bedsheets and sweaty limbs, your chests heaving with your recent exertion as you both lie naked atop the bed. Jeongyeon reaches a hand to your cheek and kisses you.

 You feel yourself surrender completely to her.

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Business Trip - Part 8: Distractions

Mina lets out a short chuckle. “Don’t act like if I hadn’t interrupted you,” she says, “you wouldn’t be pounding away at Choa while she was bent over this desk. Or maybe you didn’t want to do all that work, and would’ve settled for having her suck your dick?”

Her tone remains businesslike, though she were discussing a legal matter instead of the sexual relationship you had with your executive assistant. Only the sly, fox-like smile on her lips betrays the content of her words.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she continues with that same smile, “I’m not judging. In fact, I think maybe you should bring her back in here so you’ll have a story to tell Momo tonight.”

You return her smile with an equally suggestive smirk of your own. You find yourself thanking whatever gods there were for what was about to happen - not even ten minutes ago you were in a gloomy state of mind, and now you were minutes away from sex, possibly with two gorgeous women. What did you do to deserve this?

You reach forward on your desk to your phone, and press the button for Choa’s line.

“...This is the authorization form from Legal giving Miyoui Mina and her team access to our legal records regarding the acquisition of Seolhyun’s company,” Park Choa says as she slides the sheet of official-looking paper in front of you. There is writing on the letter, but your eyes barely register the ink, looking only for the flat horizontal line where you scribble something that vaguely resembles your signature.

“This is the authorization form IT needs to set up Mina and her staff with workstations and provide them with network access,” she continues, retrieving the signed paper and replacing it with another one.

Another sheet, another line, another scribble.

“This is the authorization form Finance needs to pay for their flights over here, their accommodations, et cetera.”

Another sheet, another line, another scribble.

“This is the authorization form Security needs to set them up with passcards, assign them parking spots, et cetera.”

Another sheet, another line, another scribble.

“This is the authorization form authorizing your beautiful, kind, intelligent, and altogether flawless executive assistant, Park Choa, to buy herself whatever she wants using the company credit card, which, I might add, possesses no credit limit.”

Another sheet, another line, another-

“Wait, what?” you say, even as your pen is mid-signature. You look down and notice that the sheet you are signing happens to be a takeout menu from the downstairs coffee and sandwich shop.

Choa giggles as you finally realize what she has done. She snatches the menu from beneath your hand and makes a show of inspecting your signature.

“Thank you. I will now take this legally binding document and treat myself to a brand new Lamborghini courtesy of my boss and the company. I think one in black will do nicely.”

The brightness of her smile pierces the dark cloud hanging over your head somewhat, but only for a second. Soon enough, the clouds close up, and the temporary relief provided by her teasing disappears. As your executive assistant you spent more time in contact with Choa during your work hours than anyone else - she had a keen sense of your moods, and she knew pretty much exactly how you felt at all times, sometimes perhaps a little better than you yourself did.

“You’ve been a mess since we got back from Seoul,” Choa says, her tone that of a concerned friend, “let me guess - things didn’t go well with Sana?”

She was right, although it pained you to admit it.

Two weeks have passed since that fateful night in your hotel room. The passing of time did little to lessen the sting Sana’s departure - or more precisely, her final words to you - left on your heart, and while you knew that it was probably for the best that you went your separate ways, that knowledge did little to ease your mind.

For her part, Momo was fully supportive of you, which you were thankful for. She insisted that everything that happened between you and Sana was for the best, and that it was good you both had one final night together to say goodbye. You left out the details of your final conversation with Sana, however, telling Momo that she had left before you both fell asleep, and that your parting was cordial - a necessary lie borne out of consideration for your new girlfriend, but still a lie nonetheless.

The next two weeks were a bit of a blur as you returned to the office and buried yourself in work to keep from thinking too much about the Japanese girl that was now thousands of miles away from you. But work could only do so much, and the gloom that you had pushed to the back of your mind finally found room to pervade the rest of your life.

“I’m sorry, Choa,” you say finally, “you’re right, I’ve been out of it the past couple of days. I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“Understandable. It’s been a hectic month, what with this acquisition and all. You want me to grab you a coffee or something? Or maybe you should take the rest of the day off and grab some sleep…”

“Thanks,” you reply, thankful once again to have such a thoughtful colleague and friend, “but I’ll be okay.”

Choa nods, although you know her facial expressions well enough to know that she wasn’t satisfied with your explanation.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“What?”

“This little ‘rut’ of yours - is it because things didn’t go well with Sana?”

You sigh. Curse Choa, and her need to care for you. Damn her for being such a good friend.

“No, things didn’t go well,” you say, admitting defeat. A part of you realizes maybe it was best that you tell someone aside from Momo what happened that night. Perhaps it would help you get over it quicker.

“I’m all ears,” Choa says, dropping the stack of authorization papers she was cradling in one arm onto your desk and pulling up a seat in front of your desk.

“She came over, and one thing led to another,” you say as Choa nods in understanding, “when I woke up the next day, she was getting ready to leave.”

“And?”

“She… said some things that have kind of messed me up.”

“What kind of things?”

You sigh, your gaze wandering out the window at the city buildings, hoping to find some comfort amidst the concrete, glass and steel, but finding none.

“She said she was willing to move over here just to be with me, if I’d wanted her to. She said we would’ve been happy together.”

Choa nods her head a little more deeply as she starts to make sense of what happened.

“...and what she said has you re-thinking your decision to start a relationship with Momo,” she says, finishing your thought for you.

“Well, no,” you say, eager to ensure Choa understood you correctly, “I’m perfectly happy with Momo. What happened in Seoul really helped me understand she’s what I’ve wanted all along. It’s just…”

“...it’s just?”

“I don’t know, Choa. I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. Maybe it’s guilt over breaking this girl’s heart. I’m happy with Momo, but you’re right - maybe a part of me will always wonder what would’ve happened if-”

“There’s your fucking mistake.”

The profanity coming out of Choa’s mouth interrupts your thoughts as she continues, her round, cute face suddenly deadly serious.

“Never ask yourself ‘what if.’ It’s a pointless exercise. The point is, you chose who you chose. Nothing else matters. You can’t go back and ask yourself what would’ve happened if you’d chosen Sana, because you fucking didn’t. You need to get over it, and she does too, so she can move on with her life and you can concentrate on your new girlfriend without the spectre of some other girl hanging over your fucking relationship.”

There is a quiet pause.

“...excuse my French,” she says, an unnecessary apology for her language.

Despite yourself, and the straightforwardness of Choa’s statements, you find a smile appear on your lips. She was right. She always was. To ask yourself ‘what if’ was worse than useless - it was actually hurtful, both to your own mood and your relationship with Momo. What happened between you and Sana was done, and it was time to move on.

“You’re right,” you say softly, “You’re always right. I guess I just needed to hear it from someone.”

A look of smug satisfaction appears over Choa’s face, but you know she only wants the best for you; she always has. She takes a moment to herself and she tilts her head somewhat, as if she is considering something. After a second, she leans over the desk slightly and speaks, her voice soft and suddenly different in tone.

“Maybe we can… do something to ease your mind, sir?”

Choa’s offer brings a smile to your face, and you find yourself thanking whatever powers that be for the umpteenth time that she was in your life. Perhaps a short session with Choa could do well to ease your mind, if even for a little while.

“That sounds like a-”

A knock on your door interrupts your sentence, and Choa lets a disappointed sigh escape her lips as she rises from her seat to answer the door.

“We’ll continue this later, sir,” she says with a hand on the doorknob. She gives you a sly wink before opening the door.

In the doorway is Miyoui Mina, a bright smile upon her elegant features.

“Hello,” she says with a wave, greeting the older woman at the door with a smile. She gazes into the room to find you still at your desk, and she directs that bright, model-caliber smile at you. Choa returns her greeting and welcomes her into your office with her arm in a welcoming gesture, and Mina enters after giving Choa a short bow of thanks.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Mina says, “I just landed in town and figured I could get a head start on any administrative items in advance of the rest of my team arriving.”

“We were just taking care of that,” you answer, “Choa has just completed the paperwork.”

“Wonderful,” Mina says, that smile of hers still lighting up the room. You had spent a limited amount of time with Mina when you met in Seoul, but your first impression of her still held up. Everything about her was elegant, graceful, and princess-like, from the way she spoke to her every small movement. Other women were hot, or cute, but Mina was pretty in every sense of the word, her features delicate and well-sculpted. She looked like she belonged in a palace, wearing a flowing ballgown and a tiara.

“I’ll give you two some time to catch up,” Choa says with nods to the both of you, “I’ll be outside if you need anything.”

Mina returns Choa’s smile, and you notice her gaze linger on the older woman’s ass as she exits the room. You make sure to file that fact away for later.

“Mina, please, take a seat,” you say, gesturing to the chair Choa had just vacated.

“It’s good to see you again,” the young woman says as she sits down, “I hope you enjoyed your time in Seoul.”

“I did, thanks.”

Mina’s expression changes slightly.

“I hope everything went well with Sana.”

You are surprised by her forwardness, but you suppose at some point Momo had filled her in.

“It was difficult, but it’s over and done with now.”

Mina nods softly in understanding, a sad smile on her lips.

“Anyway,” you say, eager to change the subject, “I trust Momo has told you about me and her?”

“She has. And I’m happy for the both of you,” Mina says, her smile regaining some of its brightness, “she’s a wonderful girl.”

“She is. I trust that our relationship won’t have any impact on our professional relationship with you.”

“Of course not. We’re all adults here.”

“Good,” you answer, receiving a smile from the young woman in return. Mina seemed genuine in her insistence that her past with Momo wouldn’t affect things, and you were willing to take her at her word. You didn’t know her very well, but it seemed like beneath the proper and ladylike exterior was a genuinely nice person.

“You’re a lucky guy, spending time around all these beautiful women,” Mina says.

“I guess so. What can I say, I love my job.”

“Good thing Momo doesn’t mind that you’re surrounded by women. In fact, if I recall correctly from when we dated, I think she gets off on it.”

Mina’s forthrightness surprises you once again, and you are intrigued by what might lie beneath the princess’s ladylike shell.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I remember her getting pretty turned on by knowing I was sleeping with other people. She must love hearing all about the afternoon briefings you have with Choa.”

You let a smile appear on your lips. This woman was full of surprises; this was not at all where you had expected this conversation to lead. You decide to play dumb a little further, just to see how far she would take it.

“Afternoon briefings? I’m not sure I follow, Mina.”

Mina lets out a short chuckle. “Don’t act like if I hadn’t interrupted you,” she says, “you wouldn’t be pounding away at Choa while she was bent over this desk. Or maybe you didn’t want to do all that work, and would’ve settled for having her suck your dick?”

Her tone remains businesslike, though she were discussing a legal matter instead of the sexual relationship you had with your executive assistant. Only the sly, fox-like smile on her lips betrays the content of her words.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she continues with that same smile, “I’m not judging. In fact, I think maybe you should bring her back in here so you’ll have a story to tell Momo tonight.”

You return her smile with an equally suggestive smirk of your own. You find yourself thanking whatever gods there were for what was about to happen - not even ten minutes ago you were in a gloomy state of mind, and now you were minutes away from sex, possibly with two gorgeous women. What did you do to deserve this?

You reach forward on your desk to your phone, and press the button for Choa’s line.

“Choa, can you come in for a bit?”

“Be right there,” is the quick reply, and within seconds Choa has re-entered the office, closing the door behind her and approaching your desk with a bright, “ready to help in some business matter” look on her face.

“How can I help?”

You have your eyes locked on Mina, and she is returning your gaze, a look of mischief on her lips. She bites her lip with her upper teeth, and you struggle to maintain your composure. Even the way she bit her lip was sly, seductive, sultry - she found a way to make such a sexy action seem classy.

“Mina would like to… join our afternoon meeting.”

A look of surprise washes over Choa’s features, but she tries her best to maintain her composure, in case she has misunderstood anything.

“Is that… so,” she says, glancing at Mina. You find, much to your satisfaction, that Mina has turned her gaze upon Choa, eyeing her from toe to head, in much the same way a predator might gaze upon a piece of meat.

“As legal counsel for the upcoming acquisition, I think I’d like to observe this particular session, Choa,” she says, her tone slightly wavering and hinting at her arousal, “ to ensure compliance with all legal rules and regulations.”

“I’d be happy to… comply in whatever way is needed… ma’am.”

Mina rises from her seat and approaches Choa, her eyes finding and capturing the older woman’s gaze. Mina’s hand rises to Choa’s cheek, and she caresses the older woman’s cheek softly. Choa has turned bright red, her features flushed at this sudden turn of events. Not even one minute ago she was sitting at her desk, and now here she was, her face being caressed by one of the prettiest women she had ever met.

Wasting no more time, Mina brings the older woman in towards her, and their lips press together gently as Mina steps towards Choa, the hand on her cheek playing idly with the older woman’s hair as the two women engage in a passionate kiss. It is not necessarily a lustful kiss - just a passionate and slow one; Mina reminds you, almost, of a diner sampling a vintage of wine for the first time. Satisfying her desire for now, Mina breaks the kiss and stares intently into the blonde woman’s eyes.

“For starters, I don’t think your clothing is quite up to legal spec,” Mina says to her, delighting in the flushed, breathless look on the older woman’s face, “we should do something about it.”

Choa is wearing a loose blue dress with buttons on the upper half, cinched at the waist with a black string belt. With her index finger and thumb, Mina reaches for the first button of the top half of the dress - with delicate fingers she begins to undo the buttons, until the top half of the dress is hanging loosely around the older woman’s shoulders, the open top half providing a delicious glimpse into the pale skin between Choa’s breasts.

Mina wastes no time - with that sly, devious look still on her lips, she brings her hands to Choa’s shoulders and draws the top half of the dress down, leaving the older woman topless.

“No bra, Miss Park?” Mina asks, her tone businesslike.

“No, ma’am,” Choa answers, her face flushed a deep shade of red - you’re familiar with that look, and you knew she was just as turned on by this turn of events as you were.

“Why not?”

“I… want to facilitate my interactions with my boss during our meetings,” Choa says, tearing her eyes away from Mina’s penetrating gaze to glance at you. You admire Choa’s breasts for a few delicious seconds, and notice her nipples have hardened to stiff peaks atop her round, soft mounds.

Mina stands in front of the topless woman for a few long seconds, bringing her arm around her body and a finger to her lips as though she were contemplating a work of art in a museum instead of a topless woman. She taps her index finger on her mouth. She bites her lip again, the tiny gesture infinitely arousing.

The young lawyer takes a step towards Choa, and slides her right hand down Choa’s hip, her fingertip tracing a path to the front of Choa’s thigh and the hem of her dress. Then, slowly, she brings her index finger up the inside of Choa’s leg, until it is between her thighs. Choa lets a loud gasp escape her mouth, and her eyes roll back in her sockets as her eyelids shut, a look of sudden, unexpected pleasure washing over her.

“No panties either,” Mina says, turning that predatory gaze of hers onto you, her hand still trapped between Choa’s thighs; you notice the muscles of Mina’s forearms working, and assume she is sliding her index finger up and down Choa’s lips.

Choa’s mouth is a wide open “O”, and her eyes have shut tight as her breathing quickens. Involuntarily, Choa brings her hands to Mina’s upper arms in an attempt to stabilize herself. Whatever Mina was doing between her legs, it was working wonders on the blonde’s body.

For a long minute, Mina and Choa remain standing in front of you, Mina’s right hand working between Choa’s legs as the older woman’s gasps turn into soft, long moans of pleasure, her left hand tenderly caressing the blonde’s hair. At one point Mina twists her forearm, and Choa’s entire body shudders - you can only assume she has penetrated the older woman with a finger or two. Your shaft, long since hardened, strains against your pants, and it takes every fibre of control to keep from standing up and joining the two women in their erotic embrace.

As if reading your mind, Mina glances at you from over Choa’s shoulder, that ridiculously hot stare boring into your yours. Mina plants a soft kiss on Choa’s cheek, before bringing her mouth to her ear.

“I think your boss needs some attention too, Choa,” Mina whispers, her words barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Ye...Yes, ma’am,” Choa manages to say, letting out a long, sultry gasp as Mina finally withdraws her hand from between her legs. The office light glistens on Mina’s long, slender fingers, and you watch as she brings it to her mouth to lick it off, just another one of the effortlessly arousing actions she has done this afternoon. Sexiness came so naturally to the young woman, as though it were second nature, always lurking just beneath her classy, demure exterior.

“Unbutton his pants. Suck his dick.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Choa turns, her face drunk with lust and need, and within moments she is on her knees in front of you, her fingers working furiously to undo your belt, unzip your pants, and free your cock. Mina, meanwhile, has hopped onto your desk, crossing her long, slim legs as she continues to lick Choa’s juices from her fingers, looking more like a high-class diner sampling some equally high-class dessert.

You are still watching Mina as Choa’s warm, wet mouth engulfs your hard shaft and the eager woman between your legs begins to suck you in and out. Mina mirrors Choa’s action with her wet finger, sliding the long digit in and out of her tightly pursed lips. This woman knew what she was doing. She was dangerous.

You tear your gaze from the sultry young lawyer on your desk to focus on the woman bobbing her head between your legs, her blond hair moving slowly and carefully up and down as she takes you in and out of her mouth. Choa had had many months to find out exactly what you wanted when you were in her mouth, knew exactly where to slide her tongue and how hard, and you combined with Mina’s ridiculously hot display, the pleasure was building a little faster than you were used to.

You wouldn’t be content with just head. After all the sexual tension, not to mention all the emotional baggage you were carrying from Seoul, you needed to fuck Choa - you needed to be inside her, if only to find some release from all the stress on your shoulders.

“It’s time to… move to the next phase of this meeting, don’t you think, Mina?” you say.

A look of sly satisfaction appears on Mina’s face. Between your legs, your cock slips out from Choa’s lips, wet with her saliva.

“I agree. Choa, ride his dick. Take it from behind.”

“Yes ma’am,” Choa says, her tone obedient, her actions immediate, every fibre of her being held in lusty thrall to the demands of the two other people in the room. Before you know it, she has risen from between your legs and turned around, bringing both hands to the hem of her skirt and raising it, bending slightly so her naked, round ass is hovering above your shaft. Tucking the hem of her skirt into one armpit to keep it up, she braces herself on your knees as you grasp the base of your shaft, lining it up with her entrance. You can feel the heat coming from her pussy on the head of your cock, and it is intoxicating.

“Do it, Choa,” Mina says, her tone slightly more aroused now, her businesslike facade slipping ever so slightly, “take that cock into your tight little pussy.”

Choa obeys almost immediately, Mina’s orders finally giving her permission to find some relief for the need that has been building in her body since Mina’s first kiss. She drops her hips down onto your shaft, impaling herself on your cock. Both of your pairs of eyes close involuntarily at that wondrous feeling of first penetration, as your shaft spears into her wet, hot pussy.

There is a new energy, a new lust in Choa that you haven’t seen in awhile, and before you know it she is bouncing up and down on your cock, the presence of the other woman in the room giving her new energy as her thighs and calves work hard to drive her body over and over again on the thick meat between her legs, short, sharp gasps escaping her mouth with every bounce.

You savor the look of her slim shoulders and the toned muscles of her naked back as they flex with the movements of her lower body, and wish for a moment that she were turned around so you could watch her soft breasts bounce with every movement - not that you had much to complain about, given the pleasure you were both deriving from your current position.

You bring both hands to her slim waist, guiding her movements, driving her down slightly on every downward movement to ensure she was fully impaled as deeply as was possible given your position. She is so wet - Choa had always been amongst the wetter girls you regularly slept with, but she was on a whole new level today - you’d probably need to clean up a mess from your pants after this was over.

Mina has leaned forward slightly, an elbow resting on her crossed knees and holding her chin up, striking a pose that wouldn’t be out of place at a museum or art gallery. She is observing the lewd, sexual display in front of her with a certain detached amusement, as though she were watching a chef cook or an artist paint. Minutes pass as Choa bounces up and down on your cock, riding you passionately - but Mina’s expression changes only slightly; she may as well have been reading a book.

“Do you like this, Choa? Do you like being fucked by your boss? Do you like being a fucktoy?”

“Yes!” Choa answers, almost immediately, the word almost a shout, “I love it! I love when he uses me! I love being a fucktoy for him to fuck whenever and however he wants!!”

You grunt as Choa slams her body down especially hard on your cock, sending a spike of pleasure coursing through your spine. You let your head roll back, the pleasure erupting from your shaft as it impales her tight pussy over and over again.

Choa is nearing orgasm - you had fucked her almost every weekday in recent memory - you knew when she was close.

“Can I… can I cum sir?” she asks, as if confirming your thoughts.

“What do you think, Mina?... Should she… should Choa cum?” you say, each of the words broken up by the sound of wet flesh impacting against wet flesh.

Mina hops from your desk and bends slightly, so that her face is almost level with Choa’s. She brings her right hand to the older woman’s cheek as she bounces up and down on your lap, wiping away a bead of sweat there almost nonchalantly. Suddenly, she bends further and kisses the older woman, this kiss void of the softness of their first kiss - this kiss is lusty, passionate, their tongues almost immediately searching and finding each other. Mina’s hand runs through Choa’s now-messy hair, gripping the back of her skull and pressing it against hers as though she were trying to get her tongue as deep as possible inside the older woman’s mouth.

Eventually, Mina breaks the kiss. All this time, Choa has been pumping her lower body up and down on your shaft, and this, combined with watching the two women make out practically on your lap, has driven you close to the edge.

“I might… have to end this meeting early,” you admit, somewhat embarrassingly.

Mina smirks at you, before licking her lips clean of Choa’s saliva.

“I guess you better cum quick, Choa, before your boss does. Can you do that for us? Are you gonna cum for us, like a good little fucktoy?”

“Y-Yes! I…I’m gonna cum! So hard! I… I... I’m cumming!”

Choa’s body goes taut and rigid as she finally reaches orgasm, her body wracked into stiffness with pleasure as she cums on your shaft, somehow finding the energy to slam her body down one last time on your hips, burying your cock into her pussy as she cums. Being fully buried inside her, you are able to feel every inch of her pussy as it contracts tightly around you, her muscles rippling in pleasure around your shaft.

The pleasure is almost overbearing, but you somehow find the strength of will to hold on. Eventually, Choa winds down from orgasm, her head hanging down between her shoulders as fatigue finally begins to set in.

Mina catches her drooping head, however, holding up the older woman’s head with a finger on her chin until they are eye level once more.

“Uh-uh,” Mina says, that fox-like smile once again on her well-sculpted features, “You’re not allowed to rest just yet. Your boss still hasn’t cum. What kind of a fucktoy would you be, if you don’t make the person using you cum?”

“Of… of course, ma’am,” Choa manages to say despite her fatigue as she turns to look over her shoulder at you,  “Will you cum in me, please, sir?”

“You heard her,” Mina says, “cum in her. Fill that pussy with cum.”

As if on cue, Choa starts to move her lower body again, grinding deliciously against your groin at first before raising her hips and starting to drive your cock in and out of her body. She leans backward against you, holding herself up with her arms on the armrests of your chair. You take the opportunity to reach around her body to her soft, warm breasts, finally able to squeeze the full mounds and play with her hard, stiff nipples.

You were already on the brink - now, with Choa’s tight pussy drenched with her post-orgasm juices and still pulsating around your shaft, it didn’t take much longer.

“Cum in me, please, sir! Cum inside your fucktoy… Fill my pussy with your hot cum! Cum in me!!”

Choa’s voice throws you over the edge, as if you didn’t already have one foot over it. Your orgasm washes over your body, one of the strongest you’ve had recently, and your hips tremble as your cock sends stream after stream of hot, warm semen into the welcoming depths of Choa’s pussy.

Your mind erupts in white, and you fall willingly over the edge, allowing yourself, perhaps selfishly, to enjoy every wave and crest of pleasure, seeking, unconsciously, to forget your problems if even for a moment.

Eventually, the pleasure subsides and is replaced with a heavy fatigue, and you are dimly aware of Choa wiggling on your lap, seeking every last ounce of pleasure. After a minute or so she slowly raises herself off your softening shaft, and you watch with intense interest as a not insignificant stream of semen drips from her open pussy lips, as though your cockhead were a plug keeping it inside her body.

On shaky legs, Choa does her best to straighten up, slowly pulling the hem of her dress down for some semblance of decency.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she says, and she half-shuffles, half-stumbles towards the office door. For the second time today, Mina’s eyes are glued to her ass as Choa makes her exit, and you find your gaze joining hers as Choa does her best to hide the thin stream of semen leaking from between her thighs as she heads towards the bathroom to clean up.

You rise, a little shakily yourself, from your office chair and do your best to clean yourself up with a handkerchief, before tucking away your weary shaft and zipping up your pants. As you are buckling up your belt, you notice that Mina has hopped off your desk and is making her own way to the office door.

“Maybe next time you’ll be a more… active participant, Miss Miyoui.”

Mina doesn’t turn around to face you, turning only her head as she replies.

“I much prefer women to men,” she says, her tone once again steady and businesslike, “but I guess I could make an exception for special guys.”

You smirk to yourself as Mina reaches the door.

“Make sure you tell Momo every little juicy detail,” she says, before making her way out of your office.

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You say: Leaving the office now. Mina is back in town and came by the office. Had... an interesting meeting with her and Choa.

HiraiMomo says: Did she… enjoy your meetings the same way Choa does? :3

You say: No, she just wanted to watch Choa and I conduct a meeting. I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.

HiraiMomo says: I better get it as good as Choa did. I’m keeping your bed warm and ready for you… and I might be getting myself ready too. Be ready to fuck when you get home ^^

You say: :D

As you hop into your car, the only thing on your mind is getting home and throwing yourself into Momo’s waiting arms.

What you didn’t know is that upon receiving your text, Momo downed the rest of her glass of wine and sighed heavily to herself, a worried expression on her features as she leaves the empty wine glass on your nightstand. Her eyes are sad as she lays her head on the pillow and tried to stop worrying about whether her boyfriend truly had feelings for her.

She tries to keep from glancing at it, but despite herself, she finds her eyes wandering towards your bookshelf, where the source of her doubt is lying: a battery pack, labelled with Minatozaki Sana’s name.

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Business Trip - Part 4: Miniskirt

...With that the young woman rises from between your legs. She is wearing a tight white button up shirt that clings to her perky bust, her chest almost straining against the tight fabric - but the most alluring part of her outfit is the short blue miniskirt, and the zipper along her right hip.

With delicate fingers she reaches down and slowly unzips it, dragging the zipper as far up as it can go, until it is practically at her waist. Once she is finished, she reaches down to the hem of her skirt and pulls it up until the entirety of the dress is bunched around her waist.

Park Choa, as per usual, was not wearing any underwear.

“How would you like to fuck me, sir?”

You’ve always made a point to savor the finer moments in life.

It’s been a week since your return from Japan, and you found yourself thinking more and more about your days there as the days went by. Your encounters with Momo and Sana were of course the highlight of your time there, and you found yourself thinking of the Japanese translator, in particular, more than you thought you would.

She had seen you off at the airport with the promise that you would keep in touch, and hopefully see each other again soon. Parting with Sana impacted you more than you thought it would, and the 15 hour flight back home left you with more than enough time to wonder if that meant something.

You had made a connection Sana that went beyond the physical, and for a moment you wondered if perhaps there the possibility that one day should be more than just the subject of a vacation fling.

But as the days went by you slowly began to adjust back to daily life in the office, and decided that perhaps it was best just to remember those moments with Sana for what they were - a great memory, a good story, one of the finer moments in life that was worth savouring and relishing.

As Park Choa slowly releases the head of your cock from between her lips, you note that intimate moments with women do, indeed, form the bulk of those finer moments.

The petite woman looks up at you with dark eyes, a look of sheer seductiveness across her features - features that could easily be considered adorable and cute, with her round, small face and mischievous smile. But today she has a different kind of look - the look a woman has when she knows she has a man wrapped around her finger. The heavy eyeliner around her eyes only emphasizes this image; it is a look of power, confidence, and seduction, all wrapped up into one.

You reach forward and brush a stray lock of blonde hair back, tucking it in behind her ear. Not many women could pull off the blonde bob that has become her trademark around the office. But then again, Park Choa is not like most other women.

She is daring, for one - it is, afterall, the middle of a Friday afternoon, and here she was on her knees in your office between your spread legs as you sit down in your office chair, her small, slim fingers wrapped around your exposed cock as she plants small kisses up and down your shaft. As you were turned off to the side, your desk covered most of her body from anyone who would happen to look into your office, but that did little to alleviate any of the danger of the situation.

“Does this feel good, sir?” she asks in her sweet, cat-like voice, ensuring she put proper emphasis on the word ‘sir’. She was your personal assistant, and so you were technically her boss and referring to you as ‘sir’ wasn’t out of line, but it certainly wasn’t necessary. She only ever used it during your intimate moments. The superior/subordinate relationship of your workplace turned her on. Perhaps that was an understatement - it was something that turned the young professional woman into a sultry, lustful creature.

“It does, Choa,” you reply, eliciting a slim, sly smile from the young woman’s lips.

“Good,” she replies, “I’m happy to help you in any way possible,” she says, as though she were ending a phone call on a customer service line.

With that, she takes the entirety of your cock into her mouth and begins her blowjob in earnest, her cheeks hollowing as she creates suction with her lips, pulling your cock in and out, her tongue pressed against the underside of your shaft and swirling around the tip at every opportunity.

You lean your head back until it rests against the headrest of your leather office chair. You try your best just to focus on the young woman on her knees between your legs, but your eyes still dart occasionally to your open door, half afraid that anyone walking by would take a glance and realize what was happening.

“Fuck,” you say, involuntarily, as you feel the tip of your cock hit the very back of Choa’s throat. In response, she slowly rises from your cock until the tip exits her mouth her lips caressing every inch of your shaft on her way out.

“Did you like that, sir?”

“Hell yeah, Choa,” you reply, half out of breath, “Should we close the door before we… move on?”

“No,” Choa says with a cute shake of her head that is seemingly at odds with the naughtiness of her circumstances, “I want the door open.”

“But what if…”

“But what if someone walks in and sees me sucking your dick? That won’t be a problem,” Choa says to your puzzlement, “but I don’t think a blowjob is enough. If we’re going to get caught, we may as well give them a show.”

With that the young woman rises from between your legs. She is wearing a tight white button up shirt that clings to her perky bust, her chest almost straining against the tight fabric - but the most alluring part of her outfit is the short blue miniskirt, and the zipper along her right hip.

With delicate fingers she reaches down and slowly unzips it, dragging the zipper as far up as it can go, until it is practically at her waist. Once she is finished, she reaches down to the hem of her skirt and pulls it up until the entirety of the dress is bunched around her waist.

Park Choa, as per usual, was not wearing any underwear.

“How would you like to fuck me, sir?”

You smile to yourself as you give the young woman a scan from toe to head, lingering for a split second at the delicious looking gap between her thighs, and the tiny patch of hair between her legs. You lick your lips, and you wonder if perhaps you looked like some sort of carnivore about to pounce.

“I’d like a taste before the main course, Choa.”

A slight look of disappointment appears across the young woman’s face, and she lets out cute pout, sticking out her lower lip as she does so. It is a cute gesture, but it quickly disappears as she licks her lips, much like you just did - and the lustful mask soon reappears on her cute features.

In one swift movement, she hops atop your desk - it is a sturdy wooden one, and so you’re not at all concerned about it bearing her weight; it wouldn’t be the first time it was tested in such a fashion, after all. Her eyes still locked with yours, Park Choa spreads her legs.

You are still sitting down as you drink in the sight of her nakedness, of the newly uncovered pale, unblemished, ridiculously smooth skin that covered her most intimate areas - the softness of her thighs, the slimness of her lower belly, and the delicate, soft skin at her crotch. The pink opening of flesh between her legs glistens invitingly, evidence of her arousal plain to see. She has spread her legs as wide as she comfortably can, her right foot, still clad in her high heels, resting atop your desk. Her left foot rests upon the armrest of your chair.

You drop your head to one side and support it with a closed fist braced against your chair’s armrest, as though you were considering some important business transaction instead of admiring a young, half naked woman on your desk, her legs spread wantonly, her most intimate parts on display.

“Touch yourself,” you say, the words leaving your mouth with a flat tone that belies the impropriety of the command.

There is no hesitation - almost immediately Choa’s right hand reaches for her crotch and the delicate flesh there, her middle finger gently tracing a path from the bottom of her slit to the top to gather moisture. Then, her finger properly lubricated, she finds her engorged clit, rubbing it in soft circular motions.

For the next five minutes, you watch as Park Choa pleasures herself with her fingers on your desk, her legs splayed without thought for propriety or decency, her eyes half shut with pleasure, her mouth emitting soft moans of delight as her fingers play a song of pleasure on her body. Just as with several moments from your time in Japan, you take a moment to savor the moment, savor the fact of just what was happening in front of you.

From your position on your chair, you were facing both Choa and the wide open door - a door anyone could walk past or peek into to find your personal executive assistant sitting on your desk with her legs spread wantonly. The danger of the situation only heightened your arousal.

Choa jolts you from your reverie with a sharp gasp of pleasure as she reaches a new peak of pleasure.

“Fuck,” she hisses, the word almost a curse as it escapes her small mouth.

“Did you miss me while I was in Japan?” you ask, wanting to prolong the teasing.

“Yes I did, sir,” she says, the arousal now beginning to overwhelm her cute features, “I missed you so much.”

“What did you miss?”

“I missed your cock in my pussy every afternoon, sir. I missed your cock so bad.”

Choa bites her lower lip after she finishes her sentence. Her finger rubs more urgently against her flesh, and the light glistening from between her legs grows more apparent as her body responds by producing more of her juices.

“Did Momo tell you what we did in Japan?” you ask, knowing that she and Choa were friends both in and out of the office. Momo didn’t, however, know of the “daily briefings” you and Choa usually had on afternoons.

“She told me… she told me you fucked her good, sir.”

“Yes, and?”

“She told me you both fucked a girl from the Japanese office, sir.”

“Does that turn you on, thinking of Momo and I fucking some random girl?”

“Yes!” Choa answers, her pleasure coming to a peak as her finger becomes a blur between her thighs, her legs beginning to quiver with the arousal radiating from her body.

“Do you want to be that girl someday?”

“Yes sir!” Choa says, her voice rising in pitch until it is almost a shout, those two words full of needy lust and desperation.

“And what do you want me to do right now?”

“Eat my pussy, sir! Please!”

You are never one to refuse such an invitation, and with a quickness that betrays your reserved exterior, you quickly rise from your chair and drop to your knees in front of the table, between the young woman’s splayed legs. Wasting no more time, you grasp her outer thighs in both hands, lower your head to her crotch, and give her a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top of her slit.

The response is instantaneous, and Choa lets out a long gasp of pleasure as your tongue completes its first of many swipes across her pussy, the very tip of it rubbing ever so slightly against her engorged clit. A sly smiles appears on your lips as you savour her tangy sweet taste on your tongue, as though it were the first taste of some sweet delicacy.

You decide that the poor woman has had enough teasing, and the pleading look written all over her round, cute face is enough to convince you of this. You dive in, so to speak, placing your mouth above her slit where it is covering her clit and the soft flesh around it; meanwhile, you bring your right hand up beneath your chin to her opening, where you tease her with your fingertip.

Your middle finger plays in soft circles around the outer lips of her pussy, gathering some of the now-plentiful moisture almost dripping from Choa’s body, but it doesn't take long before you begin to penetrate her, pushing and pulling your finger in and out slowly.

All the while your tongue has been circling her engorged clit, creating waves of pleasure that radiate from her crotch to electrify every inch of her body.

Choa’s soft gasps have become gentle moans, rising slowly in volume as you move your finger deeper and deeper into her body. Her slim fingers bury themselves in your hair, and you notice her pushing her hips forward, as though wishing to press your face harder against her crotch. You take this as evidence that you're doing the right thing, and soon you bring your ring finger together to your middle finger, and you tease her outer lips for a moment before you penetrate her with both digits.

“Fuck! Fuck yes!” Choa gasps; the thin veneer of self-control that she had earlier, when she was going down on you, has shattered. Now there was only a mewling, writhing woman in front of you, and as you curl your fingers inside upward towards your tongue as if you wanted to scratch her belly button, Choa finds herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, sir!”

Inside her, your fingers find the rough patch at the front of her pussy, and Choa suddenly becomes rigid, her mouth frozen open but emitting no sound as you find her g-spot. Thirty second pass as you stroke it, and not one sound leaves her mouth; her movements become stiff, as though she is barely able to contain the pleasure coursing through her body.

Finally, Choa’s world explodes in white as she cums, a sharp, shrill shriek finally escaping her lungs to announce her climax, the young woman unable to give voice to coherent language.

“Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck!”

Choa’s soft thighs spasm around your cheeks as her legs twitch and shake involuntarily, the waves of pleasure radiating in strong pulses from between her legs and spreading throughout every inch of her body. Her nails clench almost painfully against your scalp as she rides out her pleasure, her voice nothing more than soft squeaks and gasps as she struggles, mostly in vain, to keep from making too much noise.

Inside her, your fingers find themselves clamped down by the tightness of her walls, and you feel the pulses of pleasure as they ripple along her pussy. You give the mewling young woman a few more licks, softer this time, dragging the tip of your tongue from the bottom of her slit to its top; this time your aim is more to savour her taste rather than pleasure her, and you enjoy the sweet bitterness of her juices in your mouth as Choa slowly comes down from her high.

You are finally able to remove your fingers from her body, and you enjoy the sight of your two fingers and most of your palm drenched with her juices, the liquid thick and glistening - you take a long lick of it, sucking it off your fingers, enjoying the taste Choa’s fluids on your tongue. Choa was one of the wetter girls you’d ever had, not that you minded; particularly when it came to oral sex.

You raise your face from her crotch and make eye contact with her for the first time in awhile, and you find her cheeks flushed with passion and her eyes half-lidded with weariness from exertion. Her blonde hair, no longer perfectly in place, is ruffled and messy, but it somehow makes her look sexier. She bites her lip softly, her eyes awash with arousal, and you find it the sexiest thing she has done all afternoon.

“Fuck me now please, sir.”

They are words you hear on almost daily basis during the work week, and you don't think you could ever get tired of hearing them. You sleep with other girls regularly - Momo, most notably - but there is something about Choa that has always drawn you to her. Perhaps it was because she was so professional about the entire arrangement - she knew that it was just sex, and she never let it interfere with your personal or professional relationship With Choa, there were no feelings involved other than lust.

Choa was excellent at her actual job, and you couldn't imagine working without her planning your meetings and assisting with your paperwork. Perhaps it was because she was so central to your daily life that you were attracted to her. She made your life easier in more ways than you could count.

She was quickly becoming a close personal friend as well, and she had a talent for listening to your problems, especially non work-related ones, and suggesting solutions that helped you immeasurably more than once. Park Choa was a kind, considerate person. That you also happened to be friends with benefits was just the cherry on top.

Park Choa was a valued colleague and a wonderful friend, and while you knew that perhaps she would never be more than that, she was still a large part of your life.

And besides, it wasn’t like she didn't enjoy it either; after all, she was always the one who usually initiated the daily briefings, not you. The subordinate and superior relationship was definitely a kink of hers, and while your sexual romps were never as rough and intense as Momo sometimes liked to be, you couldn't deny that Choa’s submissive nature (and the fact that she got off on it) turned you on.

And so, as you rise from your chair and take your place between her open legs next to your desk, you resolve to make it just as pleasurable for her as it was for you.

You take your shaft, still rock hard, in your right hand, and press it softly against her ready, moist flesh. You drag the head across her engorged clit, and shiver slightly at the jolt of pleasure that erupts from your crotch as the slit of your cock slides over her swollen nub. Choa lets out a soft moan that is equal parts frustration and pleasure.

“Fuck me already,” she says softly, her tone more aggressive than it has been all afternoon.

“What was that?”

Choa realizes her mistake quickly, and lets a small look of faux shame slide over her cute features.

“Fuck me already, sir,” she corrects, her tone once again soft and submissive, “Please. I want it. I want your cock in my pussy so bad. It’s been so long. Please fuck me, sir.”

“You’re a horny little girl today, aren't you, Choa? All wet for your boss’s cock?”

“Yes, sir!” Is her immediate reply, “Yes, yes I am. Please fuck me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll take it however you want. As long as it makes you happy, sir.”

The mile wide smirk on your lips widens even further. You reach forward to her chest and grasp her right breast with your left hand, gently squeezing the mound of flesh underneath the fabric of her white blouse and cotton bra, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. With one hand she reaches up and undoes most of the buttons, her thin fingers working quickly. She takes your hand in hers and guides it beneath the open shirt and under her bra, and you waste no time in cupping the supple warm flesh of her breast.

“My body is all yours, sir. Please… give me your cock.”

She really got off on every moment of this.

“Fine then, I guess you can have it.”

Your hand finally aligns your shaft with Choa’s slit, and with one, long stroke, you enter her body. Both your pairs of eyes close almost involuntarily at the wonderful feeling of your joining, and you gasp in particular at the soft wetness of Choa’s pussy; other women were tighter, or hotter around you, but Choa was wet and silky, her pussy lathering your shaft with a generous amount of her sweet honey as it entered her body.

Choa’s free hand - her other hand still clutched yours on her breast - grabs the ledge of your desk as her body shifts with your first thrust into her body. Her mouth forms a soundless “O” shape, a soft, barely audible gasp of pleasure escaping her small mouth.

You bury yourself to the hilt inside the young woman’s body, and when her pelvis meets yours you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You pause there for a second, buried to the hilt, and with your free hand you reach forward and grasp the back of her neck, leaning forward simultaneously to plant a deep kiss on her lips. Her mouth opens invitingly and her tongue invites yours into an embrace, and soon your tongues are duelling.

While you continue your kiss you withdraw your shaft and almost immediately thrust back into her willing body, the thrust strong and forceful but not so much as to be painful. Choa’s moan into your mouth is enough sign than she is ready to proceed, and before you know it you and pumping slowly in and out of her body, slow enough to give her time to adjust but fast enough to keep the intense friction between your bodies pleasurable.

Choa breaks the kiss eventually but keeps her left arm clutching the back of your neck. She looks down to where you are entering and exiting her body and you follow your gaze, the both of you watching in wonder as your shaft rocks her small body with short, strong thrusts, your wet shaft well lubricated with her thick, oily juices as it plunges in and out of her.

“Oh yes… fuck… fuck me, sir!” Choa finally gasps when she finds her words, “you fuck me so good, sir.”

You savour the feeling of fucking the young woman on the desk, and the feeling of power she has given you. She was a strong woman in her personal and professional life and you would never dream of doing anything to hurt or demean her, but here, now, in the context of your sexual relationship, her subservience to your desires was something that turned you on immensely.

“You like… you like when your boss fucks you? You like being a fuck toy for your boss?”

“Fuck, fuck yes!” Choa says almost immediately, her face heavy with desire and the pleading which is such a turn on for her, “yes… I love it.. when you use my pussy… I love it when you use me!”

The idea that she was offering her body to you for your own personal use was ridiculously arousing and you up your pace as you drive in and out of her body, pounding the young woman’s pussy with deep, strong strokes.

Her shirt, the buttons already half undone, lies enticingly open, and you reach forward to grasp her breast again. As she often is, Choa is one step ahead, and her hands leave their grip on the desk to completely undo the buttons of her blouse, untucking it from the blue skirt that is still wrapped around her waist, revealing a peach coloured lace bra beneath. Thankfully, it is latched at the front, and with a quick movement of her fingers it comes undone and her breasts are freed, the soft perky mounds immediately beginning to rock back and forth with your continued thrusts as you continue to fuck.

You watch, mesmerized, for long minutes as you fuck Park Choa on your desk, her legs wrapped around your hips as your cock plunges in and out of her willing, wanton young body. Her heels dig almost painfully against your backside - but the pain is inconsequential, because fucking a girl with her high heels still on was one of your turn ons.

“I… I’m gonna cum, sir!” Choa says, and the pleading, desperate look in her eyes tells you she is not lying.

Her approaching orgasm brings up another interesting part of your sexual relationship - she never came unless you allowed her to.

You open your mouth to remind her of the rules - not that she needed reminding, truthfully - when the phone on your desk begins to ring.

You both freeze for a second at the unexpected ring, and you spare a moment to glance at the caller display:

Hirai Momo.

A devilish grin appears on your lips as a plan emerges in your mind.

“You can cum when I tell you to, Choa. Listen carefully.”

With that, your draw your shaft out of her body, eliciting a louder than expected groan from the young woman’s lips as you do so. Then, as quickly as you can, you reach forward and pull her off the table, spin her around, and press forward on the small of her back before taking your wet shaft in your right hand and aligning it once again with her body. Then, with a quick stroke, you re-enter Choa from behind, her body bent over your desk.

As you thrust forward, you lean forward and press the button on your phone to answer Momo’s call and engage the speakerphone.

“Hello?” You say, in as straight a tone as possible, even as you continue to fuck Choa, this time from behind. You watch as she struggles to keep from moaning and gasping as your shaft penetrates her even deeper from this position, her hands grasping for something - anything - on your desk to grasp. You reach down and squeeze one of her exposed butt cheeks, even as you watch your shaft disappear and reappear between her ass.

“Hey, you free this afternoon? Boss wants to come by and debrief us on Japan, then give us a new project,” Momo says, and by her tone you think that you’ve succeeded in conveying that nothing was out of the ordinary, as if you weren't fucking your executive assistant over your desk.

“Sure, but I’m busy on a… project right now,” you say, your teeth gritting as you struggle to keep your tone even, whilst the tightness of Choa’s pussy and the softness of her ass under your palm threatens to overwhelm you. You glance down and spend a long couple of seconds watching your shaft, slick and wet with Choa’s juices, plunge in and out between the young woman’s ass cheeks. Her tight asshole winks invitingly at you, clenched tightly for now - you make a mental note to explore that possibility in future meetings.

“Okay… how much time do you need?”

You reach forward and grasp Choa’s upper left arm, pulling her toward you until she is almost upright in front of you. You reach around with your right arm and grasp her right breast roughly, palming the soft, naked flesh and enjoying the feeling of her hardened nipple poking the inside of your hand. All the while, you continue to fuck her small, tight body, her lower back bent forward slightly to maintain penetration, the rest of her torso as upright as possible.

“I should be ready…” you begin, pressing your mouth against Choa’s left ear, “ in about twenty.. Minutes. I’ll finish up here, then you can come.”

At that word Choa lets out a moan that is stifled by your left hand over her mouth. Her eyes burst open as the orgasm hits her hard, the fact that you were on the phone with another woman while she orgasms only heightening the pleasure coursing through her body to as yet unseen levels.

“Sounds good,” Momo says, her tone flippant, “I’m not sure what the project is about, but I hear that it might…”

Choa’s pussy is tightening in pulses around your shaft, but you don’t give her a moment to recover - you continue your thrusts in and out of her pussy, pounding her even as she cums. Just as she did when she came minutes earlier, her torso has gone rigid but her limbs quiver slightly as the pleasure reaches her fingers and toes; you feel the wetness increase around your crotch as her pussy releases a new wave of her juices.

“...I think we may have another trip coming up,” Momo continues, her words barely registering in your head, “but I guess we’ll see what the boss has in store for us. Anyway. See ya soon.”

“See ya,” you reply, leaning forward to press the button that would hang up your phone.

Not giving Choa a moment to recover, you immediately press a hand against her upper back, bending her still-orgasming body once more over the corner of your desk. Gone are any pretenses - she had already cum twice, and it was your turn. Gripping her right ass cheek with one hand and keeping the other against her upper back, you fuck her as hard as your hips will allow.

The sudden increase in tempo from steady pumping to hard fucking takes Choa by surprise, but she quickly settles into your rhythm, the last vestiges of her orgasm fading from her body. She realises that time has become a factor, and you both had about twenty minutes before Momo came into your office - all that was left to do was bring you to orgasm.

“Ohhh! Cum for me… fill me with your cum, sir! Please!”

You tighten your grip on her ass and push a little harder against her upper back, pressing her small torso against your desk; hurting her was obviously the last thing you wanted, but some small, dark part of you also enjoyed the dominance the position brought you, and this was only heightened by the fact that her submissiveness was voluntary and consensual - she wanted to be treated like this. It aroused you immensely, and every thrust into the young woman’s body brought you closer to the point of no return; a point you wanted to simultaneously attain and keep at bay.

“Cum inside me, sir!”

The magic words spill unbidden from Park Choa’s mouth, and almost as if on command, you thrust once more into her wet, slick pussy before burying yourself as deep as you can and finally allowing yourself to cum. Your cock pulses strongly inside her, every pulse announcing another spurt of hot, thick semen erupting from your tip and into her welcoming depths, each shot eliciting a short moan of desire from the young woman as you empty every drop you have into her body.

You lose track of time as those magical seconds pass, your senses flooded with sensation, and you suddenly feel lightheaded. Eventually you come to your senses, and the first thing you are aware of is the sight of Choa’s body bent over your desk, her torso heaving with every heavy breath as she, like you, recovers from your experience.

A few minutes pass before you are finally ready to remove yourself from her body, and as you do so Choa moans softly, lifting her head slightly to look back at you as you slouch back into your office chair, her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks rosy with the afterglow of sex. Your eyes are glued to the wonderful sight between her upraised ass cheeks - at first it is a small leak, and then a thick flow of your semen as it emerges from her freshly fucked pussy to join the mess of her own juices staining her crotch and inner thighs.

“That… was amazing.” Choa finally says, raising her torso from her bent position until she is finally standing, still bracing herself against the desk with her hands as her legs still quiver slightly. You notice that she has stopped saying sir, and a part of you is relieved; it’s a major turn on during sex, but always struck you as unnecessarily pretentious outside of it.

“It was, Choa. Fuck. That was great.”

“Glad to be of service,” the young woman says with a smile and an intensely cute wink that is at odds with the perverse acts she and you had just committed. She latches her bra back together and quickly buttons up her blouse, before slowly pushing her skirt, which she has kept on all the while, down her legs to its original position. She is still a bit of a mess, but she at least looks presentable enough to make it down the hall to the bathroom.

She begins to move to the open door, but halts halfway.

“I love it when you cum in me. I love feeling your cum dripping down my thighs,” she says without turning, her voice once again full of heady seductiveness.

With that, Park Choa leaves your office.

Later, she would tell you that the door to the hallway that led to your office was locked, and there was no way anyone could have walked in on the both of you. You would find out later from Momo that she knew you were fucking Choa during her call, and that it turned her on too.

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“You two did a hell of a job in Japan, a hell of a job,” your boss says, in the overly enthusiastic tone of voice he was almost always using. Regardless, you enjoyed working for him, as he was in many ways the ideal boss; authoritative and a good leader, but also personable and easy to get along with, even if he did try a little too hard sometimes to act like he was half his actual age.

“Thanks, Mr. Park,” you reply, “Momo and I really enjoyed our time there and we’re happy to have contributed to the company.”

“Please, please, I’ve told you before,” Mr. Park begins, “no need to call me ‘Mr. Park.’ Jin Young or even my initials is fine.”

“JY...P?” Momo says, inquisitively.

“Precisely! All my friends call me that, so you guys may as well do the same.”

You share a look with Momo, who is sitting in one of the two spare chairs in your office. It is a look that you share often when dealing with your boss, who sometimes thought he was a little cooler than he actually was.

“Anyway, I got some reports from our people in Japan who were happy with your work. They wanted me to pass on their appreciation; in particular, the translator who you both worked with wanted to say thank you for making her job so easy.”

“We enjoyed working with her too,” Momo replies, “she was very… receptive to our ideas.”

“I agree. She really bent over backwards to show us a good time,” you add, with just the hint of a smile.

Momo is barely able to suppress a chuckle; she fakes a cough to hide her smile.

“That’s what I like to hear! We’re a pretty big company and we could all benefit from a little more company synergy between offices. In fact, that’s why I’m here,” JYP says, his eyes bright with ideas.

“Oh?” Momo says, genuinely curious.

“You’re both headed to my hometown of Seoul,” JYP says with excitement plain in his tone, “to visit a smaller company that we’re interested in acquiring. They want to put on a presentation for the two of you to try and convince us to take them over. Your job will be to listen to their presentation and decide if they’re worth acquiring or not, then make the decision. You know what our budget is for tech acquisitions. I’m sure you’ll make the right call.”

“So they want us to buy them?”

“Yes. They have a couple of interesting projects on the go that they need funding for, and they’re hoping a company that’s interested in obtaining their tech will provide them with sufficient capital to fund those projects.”

“Sounds like fun,” Momo says with a smile - clearly she was excited to return to Korea, where she had lived for so many years before moving.

“Great. As you lived there, Momo, you won’t need a translator.”

“That’s true, but my Korean may be a little rusty given it’s been years since I moved here,” Momo says sheepishly.

“No worries, Choa can translate and provide logistical support. You should have her book the flights and accommodation today, because you all need to be in Seoul by Monday morning.”

“Will do,” you agree, reaching forward on your desk to press a button on your desk phone. After a single ring, Choa answers on the other side from her office across the hall.

“Yes?”

“Choa, we need flights and accommodation in Seoul for a week for me, you, and Momo. We need to be there by Monday morning.”

“Sounds good, I’ll get on it,” she replies.

“Actually, Choa,” JYP interrupts, “you should probably book accommodation for four. The Japan office would also like to have a representative there.”

“Will do, boss.”

“Thanks, Choa,” you say, before pressing the button on your phone that hangs up the line. You share a look with Momo at the mention of someone in the Japan office coming to Seoul to meet you; you both wonder if it could be who you think it could be.

“Well, I’m sure the three of you will do a bang up job,” JYP says, rising from his chair, “I expect constant updates, and the usual debrief when you get back.”

“Consider it done, boss,” Momo says, as she rises as well before turning to you and saying “I’ll see you bright and early at the airport on Sunday.”

Ensuring her face is turned away from the boss, she adds a suggestive wink before turning and following your boss out the door.

An hour later, you receive a text message. It is only four words, and came from a Japanese number.

“See you in Seoul ^^”

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Masterlist

Business Trip Your job as a successful employee of JYP Inc. leads you into a life full of business intrigue, trips to foreign lands, and of course, intimate experiences with various female members of the k-pop world.

Part 1 (Momo)

Part 2 (Sana)

Part 3 (Momo and Sana)

Part 4 (Choa)

Part 5 (Seolhyun)

Part 6 (Momo)

Part 7 (Sana)

Part 8 (Choa and Mina)

Part 9 (Momo)

Part 10 (Tzuyu)

Part 11 (Momo and Seolhyun)

Part 12 (Mina)

Part 13 (Tzuyu)

Part 14 (Sana)

Part 15 (Joy)

Part 16 (Wendy)

Part 17 (Jihyo)

Part 18 (Momo and Jihyo)

Part 19 (Bora)

Part 20 (Seolhyun)

Part 21 (Jeongyeon)

Part 22 (Sana)

Part 23 (Momo and Sana)

Part 24 (Jeongyeon, Choa, and Mina)

Part 25 (Tzuyu)

Part 26 (Jihyo)

Prequel: Study Session (Nayeon)

Prequel: Mistress (Nayeon)

Prequel: Leash (Nayeon)

Part 27 (Jeongyeon)

Part 28 (Nayeon and Seolhyun)

Part 29 (Sana)

Part 30 

Part 31 (Jeongyeon)

Part 32 (Chaeyoung)

Part 33 (Tzuyu and Dahyun)

Part 34 (Nayeon)

Part 35 (Yeri)

Part 36 (Jeongyeon, Mina, and Dahyun)

Part 37 (Seulgi)

Part 38 (Momo)

Part 39 (Dahyun)

Part 40 (Jihyo)

Part 41 (Chaeyoung)

Part 42 (Sana)

Prequel: 780 Days (Nayeon)

Part 43 (Sakura)

Part 44 (Choa and Dahyun)

Part 45 (Nayeon and Jeongyeon)

Prequel: Loud (Jisoo)

Prequel: Loud Part 2 (Jisoo)

Part 46 (Momo and Sana)

Prequel: Loud Part 3 (Jisoo)

Part 47 (Irene)

Part 48 (Sana and Nayeon)

Part 49 (Momo)

Part 50 

Epilogue

Business Trip - Interludes A series of PWP oneshots from the BT storyline. No storyline spoilers or anything like that, just straight smut.

Ocean (Tzuyu)

Recording (Dahyun)

Control (Tzuyu)

Alarming (Momo)

Business Trip - Alternate Endings Different takes on the original ending. May contain storyline spoilers for the series.

Truth (Nayeon)

Toy Following a concert, TWICE’s Chaeyoung and Momo bring you back to their hotel room to play with.

Toy (Chaeyoung and Momo)

Toy Part 2 (Sana)

Toy Part 3 (Chaeyoung and Tzuyu)

Toy Part 4 (Jihyo)

Toy Part 5 (Nayeon)

Toy Interlude - Backstage (Nayeon)

Toy Part 6 (Dahyun)

Toy Interlude - Buzz (Jihyo)

Toy Part 7 (Mina)

Toy Part 8 (Nayeon)

Toy Part 9 (Jeongyeon)

Toy Part 10 (Momo)

Toy Part 11 (Mina and Chaeyoung)

Karaoke For your birthday, Mina of TWICE decides to give you a series of presents.

Karaoke (Mina)

Karaoke Part 2 - Mine (Nayeon and Mina)

Karaoke Part 3 - More (Momo and Mina)

Karaoke Part 4 - Perfect (Sana)

If A Bird Doesn’t Sing A married man, his wife, and her best friend make their way through life.

Queen of Hearts (Red Velvet’s Seulgi)

Second Place (Gong Seungyeon)

Ghosts (Red Velvet’s Seulgi)

Last Chance Love lost was still love.

Part 1 (Tzuyu)

Part 2 (Tzuyu)

Royalty A woman of the streets becomes a queen.

Escape (SNSD’s Taeyeon)

The King (SNSD’s Taeyeon)

The Queen (SNSD’s Taeyeon)

Dress A series of unrelated oneshots - but all featuring silk dresses and the ladies wearing them.

Red Silk (TWICE’s Jeongyeon)

Green Silk (Bae Suzy)

Grey Silk (TWICE’s Mina)

White Silk (IU)

Black Silk (SNSD’s Taeyeon)

Black Silk Pt 2: Surrender (SNSD’s Taeyeon)

Blue Silk (anyone!)

Oneshots Unrelated oneshots - some real world, some fantasy, some sci-fi.

A-Pink

Callsign (Eunji)

3:41am (Eunji)

Yacht (Hayoung)

AOA

Diamond (Seolhyun)

Blackpink

Wall (Rose)

The Girl with the Purple Hair (Jisoo)

Belong (Rose)

Itzy

Wildfire - Black Silk pt. 3 (Yeji)

IVE

Shut Up (Gaeul)

kep1er

Hate (Xiaoting)

Red Velvet

Demanding (Joy)

SNSD/Girls’ Generation

Studio (Taeyeon)

Solo Artists/Actresses

Face (Seo Yeji)

Shot (Park Shin Hye)

Work (IU)

TWICE

Speechless (Mina)

Lavender and Red (Tzuyu)

Rooftop (Sana)

Share (Nayeon and Jeongyeon)

Share Epilogue (Nayeon, Sana and Jeongyeon)

Department Manager (Mina)

Pictures (Nayeon)

Pink and Purple (Chaeyoung)

Crimson (Sana)

Comfort (Jihyo)

Outfit (Chaeyoung)

Show Me (Nayeon)

Present (Tzuyu)

Magician (Nayeon)

Beach (Mina)

Quality (Nayeon)

Eyes (Tzuyu)

Liar (Nayeon)

Say It (Momo)

Wedding Guest (lol) (Nayeon)

Velvet (Mina)

Show (Tzuyu)

Ownership (Mina and Chaeyoung)

Ethereal (Mina)

Momoland

Hurricane (Ahin)

All of my fics are also crossposted on AFF here.

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Get To Know Me

Tagged by @katdefbeom thank you, gorgeous!

 Rules: Answer the below so your followers can get to know you a little better, and tag any blogs you also want to get to know more!

Tagging: @smut-wars @notsosubtlekpop @this-song-thats-only-for-you @yoonriise @thespadesinyourhearts @baekhyunbitz @pikachulein @scottietrademark @tanithrea @mark-tuan-and-namjoon-lover @cramelot @noona-clock @sundropsoo @melomato @thedollymaker and anyone else who wants to do this!

Let’s start with something easy! What’s your name? Rochelle

Any nicknames? Chelle or Belle (been awhile since I’ve heard this but @reddragon2 always calls me this) oh and I recently got named Ellie by the lovely @nyx-goddess-of-choas

And how do you identify/what pronouns do you prefer? Female, She/Her

How tall are you? 161cm

Time for you now? 10.46pm

Astrological sign? Gemini

What is the meaning behind your blog name? pretty words you left is from a line in SHINee’s Our Page and since SHINee is the reason I got into KPOP, it makes complete sense to name my blog after their song.

Favourite K-POP artists! As many as you stan: We’ll be here awhile if I list them all but the ones instantly that come to mind are SHINee, EXO, GOT7, VIXX, B.A.P, CNBLUE,  NCT (all groups), MONSTA X, DAY6, WANNA ONE, NU’EST, SEVENTEEN, BTOB, IKON, WINNER, GUGUDAN, ODD EYE CIRCLE/LOONA and solo artists Yoo Seungwoo, Jeong Sewoon plus many others.

Five of your favourite K-POP songs, if you can/if you stan, choose more than one group (bonus points for linking them so your followers can listen!):

This list is just some, I struggled to choose out of all my absolute favourites haha

Baby Don’t Stop - NCT U

Between Us - CNBLUE

Tell Me What To Do - SHINee

Iracus - JJ Project

New - Yves (LOONA)

What K-POP song did you last listen to?

Fly Away With Me - NCT 127 is currently playing (the video is their self filmed version so longer than the actual song)

Favourite K-POP music video?

You Are - GOT7 - keeping the same answer as Kat because it’s the best MV ever.

Who are your top five bias WRECKERS?

Park Jinyoung

Im Jaebum

Park Chanyeol

Ten

Cha Hakyeon

Last but not least! Post a photo of your top biases:

I’ll stop there or else this post will be too long LOL.

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Get to know more Tag

Tagged by: @tanithrea​ - thank you sweetie, I adore you endlessly! <3

rules: tag 10 followers you want to get to know better

starsign:

Gemini 

put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 4 songs:

Steal Your Heart - Monsta X

Zombie Party - SPEED

Remember  - 9 Muses

Knock Knock - MXM

grab the nearest book, turn to page 23, what is line17:

"There was a lot of time for thinking, because” (Bessie duly left to be married and Sophie was mostly alone in the shop.) - Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones (my favourite book)

have you ever had a song or poem written about you?

Nope but recently @eau-de-liz​ wrote a cute as hell Leo fiction just for me and that’s worth mentioning lol.

when was the last time you played air guitar?

Uhhh, I wanna say sometime this year, but not really an air guitarist lol.

what’s a sound you hate?

People eating / ASMR / basically everything people do because I have misophonia. 

a sound you love?

My horse nickering when she sees me... it’s always so soft and endearing (and of course aimed at getting food). 

do you believe in ghosts?

Completely. I’ve had many encounters with spirits and have a huge respect for that realm. 

Do you believe in aliens?

I mean the universe is so big, I’m not going to discredit their existence but have no understanding either, so I’m pretty neutral on this topic. 

do you drive? if so, have you ever crashed?

I do, and I’ve backed into a parked car as a learner driver when it the road was too slick. Last year I was rear-ended twice in the space of about a month due to ignorant drivers - one on her phone, the other dropped nuts in her lap, distracted drivers are the worst. I now have a panic disorder when sitting at a set of lights or when cars come up behind me too fast. Yay (:

do you like the smell of gasoline

Because I have hyper-sensitivity as well (go me), the smell is uber strong. Sometimes I like it, others I cannot stand it. 

what was the last movie you saw?

A Star is Born - was pretty decent, but wasn’t prepared for the ending and came away pretty triggered by it. 

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had

Haaaa, you know how I write a lot of clumsy characters? That’s me IRL! The worst injury I’ve had is I shattered my right leg in a freak horse riding accident (I wrote a Mark fiction called Accidents Happen based off of it). I became part bionic with a metal rod put in and I couldn’t walk for 8 months. Great news though, I was back up on my horse 2 months after that lol. Otherwise hundreds of sprains, a genetically dodgy right knee that has thus weakened my ankle in that same leg so basically partially disabled, and cysts in my left wrist from bracing myself from all the falls my knee makes me have on a regular basis when it gives way (: I’m always told I need to live in one of them bubble ball things... probably find a way to hurt myself in there too, sigh. 

do you have an obsession right now?

Writing fanfic. Ever since I broke free of my 2 year writers block, all I wanna do is write. My work as an artist has even suffered because I’d rather use my creativity to write stories, not paint dolls lol. And obviously, kpop and kdramas are a constant obsession of mine.

are in a relationship?

Sure, I’m dating plenty of idols through my writing. Lol kidding. I’ll be forever single because I’m too old and set in my ways XD I hear you have to go outside your home to meet people these days too... who knew!

Tagging the following people to try this challenge: @mark-tuan-and-namjoon-lover​ @nyx-goddess-of-choas​ @baekhyunbitz​ @smut-wars​ @notsosubtlekpop​ @monicaexol​ @squeallyeel22​ @trickytrickster27​ @xkpopobsessedx​ @katdefbeom​ and anyone else who wants to do it!