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co-reborn · 3 years ago

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Triumph

Chaeyoung x Male Reader

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Part 2 of Conquered Odds, written in collaboration with @worldsover

A/N: This series is a collaboration with @worldsover. Huge thanks to him for doing so much for this piece. Enjoy 😁

“Damn, Chae just canceled our date.”

“That’s unfortunate. I was gonna bring home a slut to fuck.”

“Ugh, why do you have to be so vulgar.”

“You wouldn’t understand, she sucks a mean dick, and she squirts so goddamn easily.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, man.”

“How about you, Joon? Do you make your girl cum?”

“I am not talking about that with you.”

“So that’s a no then.”

“Y-yes, I do, all the time. Chaeyoung loves to have sex with me. She cums multiple times every time.”

“Mhm.”

~~~~~~

Who tends to corners and dark spaces but the weak? As people hide from the cool evening breeze in the cozy warmth of their homes, you find a more sensuous heat in the open, in the taste of a mouth that tastes back. The sweet-salty mix of her lipstick and her saliva synecdochizes the entire conquest.

Chaeyoung has just knocked, and you greet her with eager lips. Shoved against the wall by the open apartment door, you continue to work your tongue in her mouth and explore your newfound territory. Your hands climb up the side of her body and feel up every inch of exposed skin. First, slide across her toned tummy, reach underneath her shoulderless black shirt, draw slow circles around her already firm nipples, then finally, your hands settle onto her warm back.

It is impressive how far Chaeyoung has fallen. A once prim and proper girlfriend is now your personal unfaithful slut. Everything else about her has been slowly changing too: her choice of clothes has become much more revealing, her work ethic for school has worsened, and most importantly, her attitude towards her boyfriend has shifted drastically. For example, she did not tell Joon about the tattoos on her arm. When he finally noticed them, he only smiled—what else could he do about it? It wasn’t like there was anything wrong with tattoos. Dates were less frequent, and when she did go on one, multiple loads of your cum often warmed her tummy far before the dinner. In fact, your text was the reason she canceled: “I want to fuck you tonight.”

Too easy. Chaeyoung jumps into your arms and breaks the kiss. Her legs wrap around yours as she leans into your chest, heat from her chest down to her legs. “You already miss this pussy?”

“Didn’t I cum in you this morning? And yesterday?” And the day before, and every day since Chaeyoung has succumbed to your cock, multiple times a day, numerous places—you don’t even bother keeping track now. You nuzzle her neck, sweat already on her skin.

With a blush on her cheeks, Chaeyoung jumps off you, kneels, then pulls your boxers down to pry out your soft length. “I mean, you’re the one that invited me.”

Fingers wrap around your base while Chaeyoung’s tongue runs against the underside, her eyes wide and beady. The first ounce of bliss. Knowing her, she’ll weigh you down with pleasure until the sun rises. After each saliva-slurping suction of your dick, your firmness increases until you reach your full erection. Her mouth and tongue in public give you all the warmth you need for this chilly night.

“Fuck, Chae, not afraid of the neighbors finding out how much of a slut you are, are you?” you ask. Chaeyoung simply gives a cheeky shake of her head before she continues planting soft pecks on your cock. The pouty lips leave pink marks with their shape. You slap the concrete behind you. “How about if Joon finds out? He’s right in his room right now.”

Chaeyoung’s hands stroke you. “What’s he gonna do about it? Beat you up and fuck me into submission? I don’t think so.”

Her words remind you of your earlier conversation with Joon. Recalling his false confidence, you chuckle. Joon could never be the perfect partner for her because he’ll never satisfy a nympho like her. Too meek. Too quiet. Too unwilling to bend his own girlfriend over and fuck her into next Tuesday. Therefore, it isn’t an act of malice when Chaeyoung sucks your cock meters away from Joon in the apartment—it’s due diligence, your duty as a man. Someone was always bound to make this bottled-up girl fall prey.

So it might as well be you.

Stroke her hair and lean further against the wall.

“Hey Joon!” you shout.

You care about Joon seeing Chaeyoung’s oral service as much as any neighbors from the hallway watching—fuck all.

However, your voice lowers anyway, captivated by the diligent suction. “Oh fuck, Chae, you’re getting too good at this.”

“Yeah, what’s up!” Joon finally shouts back. Judging by the echo, he must be in his bedroom.

“Remember that slut I mentioned earlier? She’s here, so stay in your goddamn room!” You stumble back into the apartment, and Chaeyoung’s mouth does not relinquish its needy, slobbery grasp, even as both of you slip off shoes, even with underwear around your ankles.

“Are you shitting me—” He notices your exaggerated yet familiar groan reverberating to him. “Damn it, you dickhead, warn me.”

The mild annoyance in his voice might be a much more seething rage if he just stepped out of his room. Rather than any sort of caution, you find only amusement; pleasure quickly supplants it when lips seal tighter around the head of your dick. You lock the front door and walk backward. All the way to your room, Chaeyoung crawls on her hands and knees, desperate to keep your cock warm and wet in her mouth. A trail of drool weaves an obvious path from the entrance to your bedroom.

When you fall back on the bed and strip off your t-shirt, Chaeyoung releases her lips’ hold on your dick with a wet slap back on your abs. “Ahh,” she moans as she gives little licks around the tip. You push her head down and savor the experienced throat for the length of a full sigh before her mouth slides back up. After Chaeyoung polishes an extra amount of spit foam along a vein, she sips the drool and repeats.

Loud rock music emanates from his room, as it always does whenever you bring home a one-night stand. If only he knew how many nights Chaeyoung has sucked you off like this.

“Listen to that. He doesn’t care about you,” you say. “Joon’s probably on fucking 3.14hub grinding out some stupid Pokémeow shit or watching some hot Nakko Youtuber or some shit.”

“Is that why that loser’s on his phone all day?” Chaeyoung asks while she tugs your underwear off your ankles, cleans a bit of saliva and pre-cum on it with her tongue before she throws it to the side.

“Yeah, and you should be glad. Otherwise, he would have probably noticed how much of a slut you are.”

Slut. The word echoes in Chaeyoung’s head and sends her into a frenzy. Yes, I am a slut. Chaeyoung quickly shoves her head down to your groin and takes your thick length all at once. She is well adapted to your cock by now: her gag reflex is nonexistent after many hours of giving you blowjobs.

You have the whole night for her to suck you off. Now, you want to move on to her other holes. Push Chaeyoung off your cock, pick her up onto your lap, and make out with her. Mouths and tongues intersect in moan-worthy, eye-shutting bliss. No need for sight. The flavor of saliva from her half-open lips, the softness of her skin, her quiet whimpers interrupted by wet mouth sounds. Reach under her shorts, and your fingers find their way to her bare slit. Two fingers graze against her pussy lips. “Good girl.”

Chaeyoung gasps and shudders and stares into your eyes only an inch away. “Th-thank you. Of course. I’d never wear panties before you fuck me.”

A smooch on her cheek. You lean over to a cabinet and pull out panties. “Remember these? They still have your scent, but I might have ruined them a bit too.”

“Really?”

“Yep. The times I don’t get to use your pussy, I just jerk myself off onto this.” You stuff the panties in her mouth while you roll and knead her labia underneath her bottoms. “How’s it taste? My cum, your cum, all balled up into that fabric. But even if that shuts you up, I’m going to fuck you straight into the wall. I want to make his desk shake, make his books fall over. Remind him who gets your pussy every day. But since we’re already here… get back on your knees.”

Chaeyoung kneels obediently at the foot of the bed and spits out the cloying panties, expecting to swallow your cock once more; however, you instead shove the fabric back into her mouth and stand up behind her. Bend her over the edge of the mattress. You hastily unbutton her shirt and pull it off her—no bra either. Her tits respond to the cool air in the room, nipples hardening underneath your palms. You squeeze her small mounds and make the tips even firmer. They’re always more sensitive than you assume; anything you do to them—painful bites, hard sucks, even light pinches—make your little slut moan and writhe in your clutch.

You grip her waistband and pull it down. Though you’ve had plenty of time to get accustomed to Chaeyoung’s perky little ass, you’ll never tire of a handful and a smack, her yelps muffled by panties.

“Mrgph. Sphank, nh! Spank me, pphh, fuck… fuck me,” Chaeyoung mumbles while she looks back and manages to pout despite the cloth in her mouth.

It doesn’t matter how often you fuck Chaeyoung; you could use her pussy every hour and still get your dick ready for the next session because she’s so good at begging and coaxing the animal out of you. She can’t even wait nine seconds for you to level your cock properly between her legs—Chaeyoung wiggles her ass, backs herself up into you, presses her folds, and endlessly pleads and whimpers for you to put inside already.

“Please, please”—smack—”please.”

“Don’t get too loud now. Joon might find out.”

Her head tilts, incredulous at your statement, and when you smile, Chaeyoung spills out the panties again and laughs into the bed. In this moment of levity, she almost forgets why you paused, and you quickly remind her as your shaft bores its whole length in at once. Her face whips off the sheets with a breathless “Ahh!“

Chaeyoung bent over the edge of the bed, this angle drags your thickness into her plush walls, so that she feels it in her stomach, in her needy womb, in her very core. Your hands spread her cheeks apart then knead their way up her back. One hand lands around her neck, the other at her hair, both of which you pull to bring her pussy around the last inch of your length. Your waist locks into her ass as your balls jolt in an already-present need to drown her womb. Finally, you bend over, tug on her locks, and whisper into her ear: “Such a fucking tight whore. I fuck you twice a day, and you’re still this snug. I guess I should fuck you more, huh?”

“Mmmh, yes, please fuck me. Fuck me until I’m stretched out.”

Withdraw from her pussy, and her longing body clenches even harder. Barely an inch out of her walls, and you want to bury yourself back into her. But you resist, continuing your exit from her body. Just your swollen tip is left in her body before you force yourself back in. Chaeyoung tries to grasp the bedsheets with a desperate need to cling to reality as her world comes crumbling down to basic thoughts. Who is she? Your cumdump. Where is she? Your bedroom. What is she doing? Getting fucked by her owner. Everything else is part of the ruins in her mind.

Slap. You don’t relent as you pull out of Chaeyoung’s body. Slap. Her meaty ass bounces from both your hands and your hips. Slap. She loves it when you abuse her body. Slap. It’s your body to fuck and use.

“I don’t think you’re shouting loud enough for Joon to hear how much of a whore you are. Maybe I should spank hard enough that even the slaps get to his ears.” You’re not sure the palm strikes get to Joon’s ears, but they sure get onto Chaeyoung’s ass with sore redness.

Sturdy hits with cupped fingers draw crisp lines as your hands leave their trace in every plunge of your cock. With each thrust, you feel Chaeyoung’s wetness increasing, and you know how to amplify it.

“Does Joon make you cum as hard as me? Does Joon even make you cum at all?”

Chaeyoung gasps as you grab a fistful of hair again. “Fuck no. My boyfriend is useless. He cums a minute into sex.”

You smile as her pussy becomes wetter. Chaeyoung loves belittling her worthless and pathetic boyfriend. And you love it when she does so because her body subconsciously tightens and becomes much more tantalizing. But eventually, you have enough of fucking her against the bed. Of course, that’s not true since you could fuck her in any position every waking moment of your life, but you need more.

Pick Chaeyoung up and latch your mouth onto her neck while you carry her to the wall—the same wall between your room and Joon’s. You crash her back against it loudly, which earns a yelp from your cocksleeve.

“It’s time to give your boyfriend more music tonight.”

After you position your cock at her entrance, you let gravity do its work and impale Chaeyoung once again. Her walls press tightly against your girth, just as she is pressed tightly against the wall. Each thrust into Chaeyoung slams her onto the wall again, each loud thud echoing across the room, and certainly Joon’s too.

~~~~~~

What an inconsiderate asshole…

Joon can only sigh. You’ve brought girls back numerous times, but this is the loudest you have been. It’s almost like there’s an earthquake. As you hammer into the wall, Joon’s table repeatedly shakes, hindering his concentration. How can he study when you are fucking your hookup this loudly?

He turns off his speaker, opting for his noise-canceling headset instead. He shouldn’t have.

“Fuck me! Yes! Pound my pussy loose. I just want to feel you, no one else’s pathetic tiny cock.”

Hearing that, he hurriedly put on his headset and continued his work.

Guess he found the perfect woman. Her other partners must not be doing their job well. Wow, she sounds a lot like… No, of course not.

~~~~~~

“Keep screaming, pet! Let the whole world know who owns you. Let Joon know whose cock you love.” As predicted, Chaeyoung’s walls clamp harder around you.

“Joon. Joon! I love your roommate’s cock! He owns me, every part of me!” Chaeyoung becomes a totally different animal when her fuckhole is being so thoroughly used. That sweet voice becomes unrecognizable in its weak and broken high pitch.

Too afraid of falling off you, her arms and legs tighten around your neck and hips, and with her newer position, her bare chest pushes against yours. As much as you want Joon to hear your illicit fucking, you shut her up with a messy kiss.

You shove your tongue against Chaeyoung’s while you shove her body into the wall. Her limbs coiling around your body impedes the force of your thrusts. As a result, she receives quick and shallow strokes with the same waist-rolling neediness.

The coarse concrete scratching Chaeyoung’s back must hurt a lot. But she’s in no position to complain: fucktoys don’t get to complain about pain. Unsurprisingly, pleasure overrides the discomfort as her mind only registers her owner’s long, thick cock pumping in and out of her cumhole. "Thank you, nguh, thank you, mrgh, thank…" And so on she repeats, though with less zeal, less air each time.

Your thrusts become more erratic, and your balls tighten—you’re on the verge. You haven’t been fucking Chaeyoung for too long, but her pussy has always excelled at milking your cum.

Chaeyoung has to stand when you let go of her butt. She stumbles on her feet, her jelly legs unable to support her weight. No longer worried about dropping your sex toy, you tightly grip her hips and concentrate all your energy into fucking her, chasing your paradise.

Paradise, at least any found on earth, is not for the kind. It is for those who are willing to take it, and Chaeyoung is ripe. Even if all other transgressions blacken your soul, courage is a virtue. Soon enough, virtue brings you the blinding flash of eternity, a journey expedited by her lean body. Lodged to the last centimeter, a few shots make her walls a cream-filled delight so that, even enduring your blackout orgasm, it’s worth pistoning for the slippery pleasure. However, you have not seen enough of her body covered in cum, and it’d be an easy correction with how much smaller Chaeyoung is than you. So while you’re still pulsating, you pull out—a bitter task as her pussy’s lips cling on with a whitish layer—then stroke yourself so that your latter loads paint her lean tummy up to her bitty tits.

By reflexes alone, her hands reach up her body to spread your fluid all over her small chest. Hold Chaeyoung by the neck against the wall while your other hand reaches to her leaking hole. Plunge three fingers into her snatch and pump them in—you can’t have your cum wasted dripping down the sides of her thighs. Meanwhile, you rub her clit with your thumb, and the erotic sight of your whore squirming reinvigorates your erection.

Your grip on her neck loosens as you ponder your next move. It doesn’t matter because Chaeyoung has already decided for you. A shove later, you’re on the cold tiles, and she’s sitting in your lap. Grasping onto your dick, she positions it by her hole and begins to ride you.

“You impatient bitch! Who are you to fuck yourself on my cock?”

Chaeyoung moves your hand from her tiny waist to her neck and tightens your grip. “Ahh, choke me, owner. Punish your pet bitch!”

You slap Chaeyoung with your free hand. How dare she make more demands? As your hold on her neck tightens, so does her pussy. You aren’t afraid of imposing your strength on her because punishment isn’t even a punishment for her. She lets out desperate gasps and moans as she impales herself on your shaft over and over and pushes your seed even deeper into her womb.

“I bet, fuck, I bet your boyfriend is a fucking coward. Too scared to rough you up. But I’m here now, so I’ll fulfill all your fucking desires.”

“Joon... Joon! Help me. Your roommate is, ugh, is choking your precious little girlfriend.”

If the intent was to enrage you, Chaeyoung has succeeded. Your concern for her safety is at an all-time low as you choke tighter. Her moans become nothing but light and airy gasps, and you only allow new breaths of fresh air periodically. Regardless, she is immensely turned on. She rides you even harder, sneaks a hand to her clit, and rubs it roughly, determined to push herself to orgasm. You drive her weight off you, giving you the mobility to boggle her with dick.

Her wish is granted quickly: the firm chokehold, her clit stimulation, and your harsh pounding makes her cum. Her squirt immediately paints your chest, and the glassy fluid flies around you to stain the clean floor. Still, you have no desire to stop, only the need to make Chaeyoung cum as long as possible.

This is the hardest you have ever seen Chaeyoung squirt. A violent clench on your cock translates to equally violent streams. Her eyes roll back, her mouth remains open to release breathless moans, and her chest heaves as she tries to recover from her high. Many thrusts later, the geyser is reduced to a weak spurt. Tears run down her cheeks at the overstimulation to her sore fuckhole.

Therefore, you peel Chaeyoung off your dick and lift her off the floor. After you throw her onto your bed tummy first, you climb it yourself. Grab hold of her blonde hair and pull her face between your legs while you sit back on the pillows and relax. A commanding “Suck” is all it takes for Chaeyoung to open her mouth obediently and take you in.

Your fingers stroke through sweaty hair. “Do you know how fucking needy you look?”

Chaeyoung is obsessed with the taste of your mixed juices coating your shaft, or her faulty mind doesn’t process any of your words at all; either way, she keeps on sucking with no change in reaction.

“I bet you don’t even know which hole should be filled next,” you say. Still, only lazy licks and cross-eyed suckling from Chaeyoung. The best bet is the latter, that there’s nothing at all in her dick-addled brain. “But don’t worry. I’m here to decide for you.”

You sit up and reach over to her rear entrance so that you can thumb at it in a circle. Finally, a reaction, a low, stuttered groan, though Chaeyoung keeps her throat filled with your shaft the whole time.

“When was the last time I fucked you here, hmm?”

Even if she can’t speak, the act of recalling memories is short-circuiting in her woozy head.

“Been a while since I loosened this properly. Even with a slut like you, I don’t get to do that too often. But you look like such a good cocksleeve right now. Makes me want to gape your asshole wide open.”

You lie back once again. While Chaeyoung mindlessly bobs her mouth up and down, you twist yourself to slide underneath her petite body. In this sixty-nine position, you get an excellent view of her butt and her freshly-fucked pussy, but your eyes are on the prize of the dark, taut ring which lies above her slit. Part her asscheeks.

"I don’t even think you deserve lube this time. Might just need you to slobber on this dick instead."

Chaeyoung spits on your shaft; you can hear and feel it. At last, the drawn-out “aaa” from her becomes words: "I pwomise, ahh. I’ll make it nice and messy."

"You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart." You make sure there’s condescension in that name. "I’m getting this hole all wet, so I don’t care what you do. After all, the spit’s for your own sake. I’m fucking you in the ass either way."

Peck on the flesh of her ass, but each peck edges closer to the center. Your lips give way to your tongue to create a delectable path to her rim. Then, the tip of your tongue finds the rare treat. Tease and poke at the crimping ring, and you can’t help but moan at the pleasure of its taste. Your satisfaction can never match Chaeyoung’s, however; you can tell by the vibration of her insistent hum on your cock as she elevates to new levels of rapture. You imagine there are no pupils, only the whites of her eyes that roll into the back of her head when you plunge deeper. It’s only one centimeter, two—who knows—yet she cries in joy as though sent to the stars.

As you wriggle out from underneath, you lightly smack Chaeyoung’s ass to signal her to lie prone on your bed. You straddle her thighs, already drooling at the prospect of indulging in her once-sacred ass.

One more slap to her cheeks before you pull them apart. Chaeyoung’s well-prepped body aches to be filled. Just as hours ago when you opened the door to her boyfriend’s apartment, just as every day you dragged her to a bathroom on campus, and especially as the very first time she discovered your majestic cock that broke her moral code.

Now against her puckered hole, you feel it opening up and welcoming your shaft. Inch by inch, you enter her body gingerly. Hilted deep in her, you briefly grind yourself into her and let her get accustomed to your size, not that she needs much time to do so. You hear her soft whines, her neediness for you to fuck her, and so you do, pulling out of her ass and slamming yourself back in. Once becomes twice, and you lose count beyond that—you have a lifetime to count anyways.

You can hear Joon cheer in his room. "A shiny! Let’s go!"

Meanwhile, his prone girlfriend’s face is deep in the bed, her ass deeper around your cock. "You hear that, Chae? I wonder if he’d be so happy if this wall weren’t here. As much as I love seeing your cute butt jiggle, maybe I should pick you up, carry you to his room while I ravage you anally."

Chaeyoung bends her head up so that you can look her in the eyes, and she sucks on your thumb. Tears fall down those eyes as your cock, only made slippery with spit, slowly burrows into her tightest passage.

You shed one too. "I almost feel bad for Joon, you know. He’s a way better roommate than me. Bet he’s such a sweet boyfriend too. Gonna make me cry.”

No, your tears are brought about by the severe pressure of her asshole on your shaft.

“But at the end of the day, you forget about all that because of the size of my dick. Are you even a person? I’m not sure you’re much more than the holes that I use. And with all that said, you tighten around me. Of course, you would."

The deeper you get, the more daunting is the task of a single push.

“Damn, Chae, I thought you’d be a used slut in your asshole by now.”

She croaks at the all-filling sensation. “Hgk, fuck. Maybe you should use it more. Your cock is the only one I need.”

"Good. Because I’m going to tell you exactly what I’m going to do. I’m gonna cum in all of your holes. Sure, I already creamed that used pussy, but your ass is next, then your mouth. After that, maybe I’ll paint your face and tits and buttcheeks while I’m at it.”

Staining her body is nothing new to you. So naturally, you don’t want to listen to more whines from your greedy bitch, but a better idea comes to mind.

“What do you think would happen if you just strolled over to the room next door and surprised him? Speechless. The dumbass might even try to get revenge on me by fucking you. But obviously, he won’t make you scream like I can, will he?"

No answer from the drooling girl. Your rhythm is constant: tight hole around your tip, tight hole around your shaft’s base. You tug Chaeyoung’s hair and finally, she responds. “You think, ahh, he’s gonna, fff, fuck me? If I want, wha-what, want, d-dick...I, uh, stay here.”

"Good girl. I could wake up every morning, dump my cum in your pussy like I brush my teeth like it’s nothing. Or maybe, mmfh, I take up that suggestion, use your ass more often. Either way, Joon and I’ll have our breakfast, then I’ll pick out my outfit while you’re in the closet cleaning my dick with licks and kisses."

You don’t slow down. Chaeyoung grabs onto the bed sheet—or at least she tries to. Pull her arm behind her back and suck her tiny fingers.

Joon knocks on your door, and you hear a yawn. "Is that girl still there?"

Chaeyoung gasps and tenses up, but she reverts back to mindless fucktoy with a shove of your cock.

"Mmh. You wanna see who it is?" you ask. You tug Chaeyoung’s hair again, and as your lips latch onto her neck, you feel her pulse increasing until you can even hear when her heart leaps out of her chest.

"Hmm. Is it... Nayeon?" he asks through the shut door.

"Nah, not yet."

"How about that international student, the one with the thighs?"

"No, no. You’re really thinking about other girls like that?"

"Wait, no, I just meant—"

"I’m just pulling your leg, man. Brush your teeth like a good boy and go to sleep. We’ll be quiet."

"Well, now I’m curious." The door creaks open ajar. You bet Chaeyoung’s eyes are wide open right now until he pulls the door back. "What the fuck am I doing. Good night."

“Hold on, Joon, maybe you can guess it. Listen to her moan.”

You slam down into Chaeyoung’s walls while your mouth swaps between sucking her neck and her fingers. It’s enough to turn Chaeyoung into a mess of high whines that deepen to primal grunts.

“Uhh… Jihyo,” he says.

“Of course, you wouldn’t recognize it.”

“Ugh, stop wasting my fucking time. I’m going now.”

“Sweet dreams, Joon.”

This is the perfect time for Chaeyoung to form sentences, and her word choice isn’t ideal—no, it’s fucking perfect.

“Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me better than my boyfriend ever could. I’m cumm—OH!”

Joon shakes his head and clears off. Wow, fucking a taken girl. That’s a new one. At least Chae will never do that…

The door slams shut, momentarily masking Chaeyoung’s voice. Naturally, her cries are unfamiliar to Joon—he has never made her feel this good before, and certainly, he’s never fucked her ass to cock-wrenching climax.

Chaeyoung thoroughly soaks the bed sheet, mewling as you relentlessly ravage the gripping hole. Her body jerks every few seconds, unable to handle wave after wave of sinful pleasure. When you finally release her wrists, her tiny hands grip back onto the cotton fabric, knuckles white as if she just rode a roller-coaster. However, the only thrill she needs is the risk of her boyfriend catching her, the thought of which makes her involuntarily moan again.

As her body recovers from its high, Chaeyoung’s tight passage relaxes. It’s the perfect opening for you to pound her even faster and harder. You piston with such force that her body lurches forward with each insertion until her head hangs off the bed. Soon, her fatigued arms droop off the bed as you jostle her further, and those arms have to support half of her weight when her waist becomes the last contact on the bed.

With your cock yet warm inside of her asshole, you stand up and hold her legs in a wheelbarrow position. Chaeyoung squeals. The challenging posture, your climax from minutes ago, the acute distension of her ass: none of those do anything to slow you down. In fact, that past soreness accelerates your uphill journey to orgasm, your aching cock undecided between letting itself go or continuing its plowing of your anal whore’s hole.

Sure that you have more hours tonight to indulge in her holes, you select the former. “My turn” barely gurgles out of your mouth in the snarl of your release.

Toss her down onto the floor, handling her with the same care as a sex toy. With Chaeyoung prone once again, you entrench your cock until her strung-out hole kisses the base of your length. Then, you unload the deluge of your seed inside her tightest passage. The tautness restricts every pulse, and the only escape from the trap is for your girth to subside. You have no choice—and you love it. Blast after blast of sticky cum pumps deeper into her asshole, making Chaeyoung feel warm in the tummy.

As all tension slackens, you ease your partially limp erection out of her butt, and a cream slathers it on its way out. When your cockhead is free of the throttlehold, a lewd squelch resounds.

Bubbles of semen leak from the hole that scrunches up as Chaeyoung breathes heavy sighs; they make a cascade of ropy white between her legs, spill between her folds, her perky asscheeks, and stain her thighs. A smack on her adorable rear makes a mess of cum on your floor, with more of it seeping. Chaeyoung sits up with a weak groan, her back against the bed. The subtle grin matches her empty eyes.

Another smack, but this time on her creamy cunt. Point at the puddles on the floor. “Clean that up.”

Cock-delirious, Chaeyoung does precisely what she’s told, quickly returning to prostrate herself so that she can lick up the wasted seed.

She looks up at you with doe eyes, tongue stretched out to show off the beads of semen. Some of it drips down her tongue, so she collects it with her finger. You hear the gulp, see the floor clean. Or at least mostly so, since her saliva is on it now. “Need my load that bad, huh? In your ass, on the floor, in your mouth. Filthy whore. You’ve always been good at cleaning cum off wood.”

With Chaeyoung presenting her tempting cum receptacles in such a subdued position, you don’t have to stroke yourself much to harden once again. Then, with her face still pressed into the floor, tug her lower body up towards you and thrust yourself into her pussy. What a perfect cycle of disgrace. Though lethargy steadily steeps your muscles, Chaeyoung’s weak groans and seed-trickling entrances spur your drive again, and you work through the burden. After all, you are doing her a favor keeping her filled.

~~~~~~

Though this started at sunset, your cheap LED clock now displays 4 am. Joon is deep asleep while you’re deep inside Chaeyoung. Since you’ve both used up your stamina on endless fucking, slow and lazy strokes keep your shaft cozy. Even anally, she makes a great cockwarmer.

You see her eyes drooping—she’s about to leave this sex-filled world for a simpler one. Perhaps she even craves for your cock in her dreams. No, you don’t want her sleeping yet, and you know the perfect way to keep her alertness up.

Carry Chaeyoung up from the bed. With such a petite body, it’s so easy to bear her whole frame with your arms around her chest and your ass-wrapped dick as the sole support below. To hold her full Nelson, you wrap your elbows beneath Chaeyoung’s armpits, then lock your hands behind her back. Her asshole lines up just right with your saliva-coated tip.

With each step, your cock bumps in and out of her ass. Twitches inside Chaeyoung’s ass make her shiver as she patiently waits for you to set her down and begin pounding her. Limbs wrapped around your body, she clings onto you, shifts her hips, and pushes herself deeper.

Chaeyoung expects to be brought to the living room or the bathroom, so when you open the door to Joon’s room—where it all truly began—she clings onto you even harder and stares at you in disbelief. Any consideration disappears immediately when you start to fuck her while standing by the foot of her boyfriend’s bed. She forgets all about her boyfriend, and her focus is back on your thick length, on the smooth insertions.

“Fucking, nggh, tight even after, hah, these hours.” You whisper against her ear. “He’s a deep sleeper, isn’t he? But you better be quiet anyway.”

You shove your fingers in her mouth, forcing it open so that she can drool all over his leg, so that her subtle moans can escape.

“Doesn’t this bring back memories, Chae? You were so naive, pretending not to be in love with this cock. Not that that lasted long. Now, look at you. When was the last time you even fucked him?”

Probably weeks or months ago. It’s hard for Chaeyoung to remember when she doesn’t feel anything or as good as when it’s with you. Her eyes are wide open, staring at Joon’s peaceful sleeping body, wondering if he will suddenly wake up and catch her in the cheating act.

“I bet this kid is pretending to sleep right now. Maybe he’s getting off to the sound of your cute little whimpers. Come on Joon, give me a reaction.”

Nothing. Joon does nothing.

Chaeyoung, however, cries out louder. Millions of scenarios where she gets caught plays in her mind, but they all point to one familiar conclusion—she doesn’t care about the consequences. All she needs right now is to cum again, and her owner’s cock thrusting in and out of her tiny body gives her all the pleasure she needs.

She’s close; you can tell by how her body quivers in your arms, how her moans reach a crescendo. When you massage and circle her swollen clit, your fingers stoke more heat—too much to hold in. Turn her away from the bed and towards his study desk right before she squirts.

“Good slut. That’s it. Cum all over your boyfriend’s stuff, give him the respect he deserves.”

Chaeyoung’s essence splashes across the room, making a mess of an already untidy room. Joon’s bag gets utterly drenched, Chaeyoung’s mark eternally left on it but for the wrong reason.

While her orgasm slows down, you don’t stop fucking her ass. Overstimulation isn’t anything new to her; she loves it whenever you fuck her through her peak. A pained growl slips out between quivered breaths, and her legs thrash about.

“He’s finally going to know what your orgasm smells like while I enjoy it every single fucking day. I know that addicting musk like the back of my hand.”

Her stream of juices comes to an end but not your stamina. Now on her knees, Chaeyoung looks up at her owner with beady eyes, waiting for you to take the next step.

While your hand strokes to maintain your hardness, the other holds the top of her head in place. Her face is a canvas; as if sweeping specks off its surface, you rub your throbbing shaft across her cheeks.

Your living work of art can’t wait for you much longer, her tongue and mouth desperately moving towards your cock and coaxing your nth load of the night. You oblige her and point it towards her.

Chaeyoung’s eyes light up before it goes into a daze once more at the taste of you. She doesn’t need to think twice about satisfying you with her mouth; she already has countless practice. Up and down with a steady rhythm, Chaeyoung pushes her tongue along your length as it enters and exits.

You lack the energy to fuck her mouth and are satisfied with the masterclass blowjob Chaeyoung is giving you. Casually rocking your hips in tandem with her, you groan silently. Though you praise yourself for turning this cute little girl into a full-fledged whore, you consider the numerous ways to turn it up even further.

“I should come over to your place and wake you up with a dicking-down.”

“B-but my parents—”

“That’s shit you say to your boyfriend. I’m your fucking owner. You’re my little fucktoy. Tell me I’m wrong. Stop sucking my dick right now.”

Chaeyoung pauses, her lips halfway down your length, your tip tickling her uvula. She looks down, back up at your eyes, then down again.

“So this is the one time you can’t follow my instructions.” You tug her by the hair off your cock. Even in your rough pull, her tongue drags along the side of your shaft.

“Why-why are you like this today?”

“What do you mean? Don’t you always ask to be treated like this? Don’t you love being my pocket fuckhole?”

“Yeah, but… I dunno. Something’s different.”

You wipe spit off her lips, her chin, drag your cockhead along her cheek, applying an underpainting on her. “Look at your boyfriend. Sleeping like a little bitch. You’re always teasing the idea of getting dicked down while he’s right there. Well, congrats. Follow through.”

Of course, you’re right. You know Chaeyoung inside out—your shaft knows even better. She bobs her head even faster and takes your cock even deeper.

You’re now hitting the back of her throat, her tongue still maintaining its pressure against your cock. With every thrust, tears form, and whatever makeup Chaeyoung still has on this late into the night runs down her cheek—the next layer of paint is set.

Lost in deep pleasure, energy depleted from the past hours of lust, your mind goes blank, and your legs almost buckle. You struggle to keep your focus and look around the messy room to distract yourself from cumming too quickly.

In this dark space, in one corner of the room, the drenched bag from earlier. Eyes scan up to Joon’s desk, you see a headset, his books shut closed, and a photo frame with him and Chaeyoung from what you presume to be years ago.

Chaeyoung, right. Your wandering eyes make contact with her cock-drunk gaze. She silently pleads for your load, her hands now grip onto your hips, and she fucks her face into you.

You look at her boyfriend, sleeping in peace. Ignorance is indeed bliss; if Joon ever finds out how much of a whore his precious childhood sweetheart has become, he’ll never sleep comfortably again.

As more thoughts of Joon and your illicit fuck flows into your mind, you lose control of your body. It is too late when you realize your cum is on the verge of release.

Pull out of her mouth and aim square on her face. Two quick strokes of your cock, and you finalize your painting. Streaks of white across Chaeyoung, she eagerly opens her mouth to capture some but to no avail.

You admire your art, a familiar painting with slight variations each time. The first time, the hint of innocence turned you on immensely. This time, she offers you none of that sweet innocence, and instead, you witness her tongue sweeping around her mouth for any bits of your load.

Mentally drained, your aim isn’t fantastic either. You miss some shots, your cum landing on Joon’s hand. Like a sleeping log, he doesn’t react.

“Look at this bitch. At least he doesn’t whimper like you,” you say.

“It’s because I want you to feed me your cum,” Chaeyoung says, tongue still outstretched, “not waste it like that.”

“Tsk, whatever.”

Chaeyoung leans over to lick your cum off Joon’s finger. She swirls her lips around his thumb as if she is giving a blowjob. It’s a shame Joon can’t feel Chaeyoung’s skilled mouth working its magic.

But what’s empathy anyway?

You admire your masterpiece: not just Chaeyoung’s face covered in cum but the whole portrait of Chaeyoung licking another man’s cum off her boyfriend’s finger. Though carved months ago, the eye-opening sculpture is carefully—or not—refined each time your cock is presented to her.

After Chaeyoung is done, she looks at you with a grin plastered on her cum coated face, and you mirror her smile. Hand on her cheek, you scoop up some of your cum with a thumb and feed it to her, partially granting her wish.

With more globs of cum left, you pull Chaeyoung up, press your chest against her back and guide her to the bathroom. Finger in her cunt, she walks with wobbly legs while you support her.

“Come on, we gotta get you cleaned up as well.”

~~~~~~

The shower—you wonder how much water you wasted as you fucked her under the cool stream. Though you wash off sweat, no amount of fingerfucking completely unstains her womb.

Your bedroom—a couple more creampies into the half-awake woman.

The living room—on the couch, Chaeyoung falls asleep with your dick inside her cunt while you decide to push through the couple hours to complete the all-nighter. Her head rests on your neck as though she wants to leave a permanent hickey on your neck. The morning sun breaks past the windows.

You pull yourself away from Chaeyoung’s skirt and mouth, relaxing into the sofa. She shivers in your lap from a departing flick of her clit. Your semi-erect shaft in her line of sight tempts her for another quick round, but she ultimately decides against it.

Chaeyoung steps to the door while her fingers push your cum deeper into her pussy, then she makes a show of cleaning her cum stained fingers with her mouth.

“See you later!”

You’ll definitely see her later, maybe at a secluded restroom, or at an empty classroom, or you should just bring her back to Joon’s bed.

You shut the door after Chaeyoung leaves your vision. However, when one door shuts, another opens.

“Hey Joon.”

He scans you and averts his eyes, though he isn’t particularly scandalized at your state of undress. Joon shrugs.

“You just missed her.”

“Yep, I don’t care. Did you even sleep?” Joon asks.

“Maybe you should.”

“What does that mean?”

You shrug, mocking him with your wry smile. Take it a step further and raise your index finger which shines with a bead of white. “Want a taste? Still got some cum on my fingers.”

Joon gags in half-jest. Quarter-jest. “You goddamn… ugh. I’d rather get a taste of a roommate who has some dignity. Or shame.” He shakes his head. “A fucking girlfriend,” he mutters to himself.

“Mhm. Some guys just aren’t good enough. You can call me the cleanup crew. Speaking of which, are you gonna clean your corner of the home?” You gesture to the left side of the living room—his responsibility.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it.”

“See, you can’t bitch at all. My side is immaculate. And your room’s pretty fucking dirty too.”

“Look, I was too busy—wait, how do you know that?” Joon scratches his head.

“Look, you’re stepping on some of that thot’s spit right there.” Point at his feet.

Joon jolts like a scared puppy.

You laugh. “Geez. I’m going back to bed, man.”

“Whatever it takes to get you out of my sight.”

As you walk back to your room and pass him, you give a salute. “No problem, boss.”

~~~~~~

Gosh, this is so stupid. Joon doesn’t want to think about your new antics. As long as it doesn’t cause him any trouble, he tries his best to leave you alone.

He whips out his phone and finds the perfect person to vent to—his younger sister.

Hey, I know you’re in lecture right now, but I need to talk to you about something.

It’s all good, oppa. Barely even started. Sounds serious though.

Might be a longer convo. It’s about Chae.

Girl problems?

Kinda. No, no. I’m just being paranoid. You’re settling into uni okay?

Of course. Well, there’s this one guy who’s kinda annoying…

Pfft, tell me about it.

Oh, you’d know.

Wait, I gotta write this stuff down.

Aaand prof’s still talking. Okay, I gotta go, later?

Yep.

Thanks Jiheon.

He mindlessly plucks and throws away a strand of blonde-dyed hair, long but not too long like a girl with a cut that goes up to her shoulders at most. But he won’t notice.

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harryhooksgazebos267 · 5 years ago

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Broken Trust~Part Three

Paring: Bang Chan x reader; Mark Tuan x reader(arranged marriage)

Genre: Mafia au, angst, little bit of everything honestly

Warnings: Curssing, mafia life and shizzle

MASTERLIST

“You guys ready?” Seulgi asked as everyone sat in the car. It was Seulgi, Irene, Momo, Joy, and you. Chaeyoung was supposed to go instead of Joy but Jihyo needed her and Tzuyu to do a special job. Anywho, the four of you hummed in response, telling her you were ready. A part of you was nervous. You were currently on your way to the “Yamazaki.” The Yamazaki is a bar owned by the one and only Bang Youngguk. It was one of the most popular bars in all of Korea and lots of big mafia men went there. Hence, the reason why you all were on your way there now. Rumor has it that Shownu, the leader of one of your rival gangs Monsta X, has been seen around the bar hanging out and getting his drink on. The plan was simple. Get in, someone seduce Shownu, get fake sexy time on, drug him, get the info you need (hint: his phone and any other valuable information or device this fine gentleman might have on him), and book it the fuck out of there.

Simple, really.

The only problem is, no one knew who Shownu would want or if he wanted any of them. There also was the danger of him recognizing you guys, very high chance of that happening honestly, however, you guys were just praying he would be too drunk to function. Hey who knows, maybe he likes the thrill of flirting with the enemy. You were pulled out of your thoughts as your phone dinged.

Mark Tuna 🐟

Be careful. Shownu is a powerful man and very well built. He can easily overpower you. Don’t do anything stupid or too dangerous. Just remember what I told you earlier and you’ll be fine. If you and the girls need help, I’m only a call away.

You smiled and rolled your eyes as you read the message. This wasn’t your first rodeo and it definitely won’t be your last. You thought back to what he had told you earlier.

“If all else fails, kick him in the balls and run. If he grabs you bite him. You’ll have weapons on you won’t you? Well forget what I said and just shoot him. Wait no, that could start a war. Yeah, just kick him down there and bite. Maybe at the same time. That could work. Yeah, yeah do that. Oh and make sure you use your heels.”

Mark had never ever showed any real concern about your safety other than this morning and at the party yesterday. You weren’t really used to this part of him but honestly, you kind of loved it. Mark was hella funny without even trying and...it’s kind of cute the way he cares for you. Not that you would ever tell him that. You just hope your relationship continues to move forward and not backwards.

“Alright ladies, we’re here,” Irene sighed out as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Hell yeah let’s kick some ass,” Joy cheered out causing Momo, Seulgi, and you to laugh. Irene just gave her an icy glare.

“Please try to take this serious Joy. Shownu is very dangerous and if something goes wrong we all could die,” Irene muttered out as she stepped out of the car.

The three of you gave her an apologetic smile as she laughed and shook her head.

“She loves me and my jokes, she just doesn’t want to admit it. She has to keep up that ice princess attitude but deep down she’s a softy who appreciates me.”

“Yeah sure I do now get your asses out of the car please.”

You all got out of the car and walked into the bar with easy. You didn’t have any problems getting through security which was nice. Phase one of the mission was completed. You got in. Now for phase two, seduction. As you guys walked through the sea of sweaty, nasty bodies, you scanned the area.

“Anybody see the prey?” Momo screamed over the loud music.

“Nope,” Joy yelled back.

“Great, maybe we should try to find a seat and see if we can find him. We should go up to the second floor,” Momo called back.

“What?” Seulgi screamed over the music.

“I said we should go up to the second-“ Momo yelled back even louder but was cut off by Seulgi.

“You said we should what?”

“Just follow us!” Joy belted at the top of her lungs frustrated.

You laugh and shook your head as you guys made your way to the second floor. You weren’t sure how any of you guys would be able to seduce or talk to Shownu when he wouldn’t even be able to hear you over the crust remix the DJ was playing.

“Alright so,” Irene started as you all found a table that looked over the ledge of the balcony.

“Can you just text it? I can’t hear anything,” Seulgi called out.

With a sigh, Irene pulled out her phone and began to type furiously. Honestly, the music was loud but it wasn’t loud enough for Seulgi to be that deaf. You felt your phone vibrate as Irene pressed send.

Ice Princess Irene 💖🥴

Alright so I think we need to all split up once (if) we spot Shownu. Momo and Seulgi you two are the best dancers out of us so maybe try to seduce him that way. Joy and y/n can also dance, of course, but maybe go to the bar and drink some drinks. Guys love lone girls at the bar. I want to stay up here and watch to make sure nothing goes wrong. If something happens I won’t hesitate to shoot or pull you all out. I don’t care about starting a war, you all are my main priority.

Little bear Seulgi 💛🐻

Sounds good to me

Joy to the world 💚 🌍

Ahhh I want to get my twerk on 😭

Dance momochine 💗💃

......joy.....no.....

Joy to the world 💚🌍

Whhhhyyyyy 🥺🥺

Y/n

I mean joy is kind of a dancing queen, if she wants to twerk it up I say we let her 🤷‍♀️

Ice Princess Irene 💖🥴

Have you all forgotten that we are currently on a mission??? Get off your damn phones and do your job and I feel dumb texting this when I could just scold you all right now

Joy to the world 💚🌍

GoTtA bLaSt 🏃‍♀️💨

So with that you all looked over the railing and tried to find Shownu. After about five minutes your eyes landed on a head with curly blonde hair. Your heart stopped in your chest.

“Oh no,” you muttered out as you felt your heart rate increase.

Why did he have to be here? At all the places he could be he decided to come here. There he was, Chris, well Chan, himself sitting as a large table with a bunch of pretty girls. You felt your heart twist as a little wave of jealous came over you.

“Y/n, whats the matter?” Joy yelled as she put her hand on your shoulder.

“He’s here, Chan’s here.”

“What?” Joy questioned as she followed your line of vision.

“Well I’ll be damned, he is here.”

Joy to the world 💚🌍

Chan is here

Ice Princess Irene 💖🥴

Are you serious? Where?

Irene looked up from her phone and looked straight at you. You pointed your finger to where he was. Irene muttered something under her breath as she looked down and began to type so fast you thought her phone would break.

Ice Princess Irene 💖🥴

Y/n I know you’re hurt and seeing him with all those girls probably doesn’t help but we have to stay and pay attention to the mission right now. Don’t let him distract you from your goal. Understood?

Y/n

Yes ma’am...Understood

Dance momochine 💗💃

Sorry to cut in but target spotted

That caused all of you to quickly look up at Momo.

“He’s right there,” she stated while pointing.

You all nodded once you spotted him. Everyone looked at Irene who nodded and signaled for you all to move. You both held contact for a little longer but you gave her a nod and thumbs up telling her you would be fine. Did you believe that? No but she didn’t need to know that. You all descended down the steps as your eyes traveled to Shownu who was currently sitting at the bar alone drinking what appeared to be a glass of whiskey. As he scanned the room his gaze held what only looked like a predator searching for its prey. Momo and Seulgi made there way to the dance floor, not too far from him but not too close, as you made your way over to Shownu. Joy went to the other end of the bar but you decided it would be better just to go for it. You weren’t going to talk to him first but it wouldn’t hurt to get as close as you possibly could. As you approached him, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. It wasn’t Shownu though. You glanced around the room trying to find who the hell was looking at you, fearing that maybe the plan had compromised already and Shownu had his men set up to snipe you all down. However, that wasn’t the case. You finally made eye contact with who was staring at you. It was Chan and he had a devilish smile on his face. You didn’t know what to do. Do you turn around and yeet yourself out of the room so that A.) the plan doesn’t get compromised and B.) Chan leaves you alone or do you continue on and hopefully get Shownu to notice you but possibly have to deal with the small chance of Chan coming over and screwing the entire thing up.

“Fuck it,” You mumbled as you made your way to Shownu and sat down practically next to him, leaving one seat in between the two of you.

“Can I have a piña colada (or alcohol drink that you like lol) please?” You asked the bartender as he came over to you.

“Make that two,” you heard a voice call out.

“Gotcha,” you thought as you turned your body to look at Shownu who had now placed him self next to you.

“Hey there gorgeous, I’m Shownu,” He smirked out, extending his hand.

“Y/n,” you replied taking his hand with a small smile.

“This is gonna be so easy,” you thought to yourself.

Little did you know it wasn’t. It wasn’t going to be easy, not by a long shot.

Part Four

MASTERLIST

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Normally, the release of a new K-pop project would inspire trending hashtags and a rapturous reception from avid fans online. This week was different, though not for a lack of enthusiasm: Powerhouse group TWICE dropped their new album More & More on June 1, as protests over George Floyd’s death and police brutality continued across the U.S. and members of the music industry prepared to pause business as usual for “Blackout Tuesday,” a demonstration met with a mixed response. K-pop fans, who comprise one of the most active communities on social media, in turn created their own strategies to support the Black Lives Matter movement—starting with refraining from collectively using the usual K-pop-related hashtags on Twitter to avoid their favorite groups and artists trending above #BlackLivesMatter. In another scenario, fans flooded the Dallas Police Department’s iWatch Dallas app with K-pop fancams after the department called for tips on crimes from the protests, in an attempt to reduce the number of protest-related arrests. (Shortly after, the app was “down temporarily” due to “technical difficulties.”) In yet another, fans spammed the #WhiteLivesMatter hashtag with more fancams and other K-pop memes to drown out racist messages.

And so More & More fell on the ears of its own dedicated fanbase, referred to as “Once,” in a more subdued environment, albeit one still full of eagerness to dissect and discuss new output from the group.

Even without the same level of activity around promotion, the nine-member group’s new album topped charts and broke records—as expected from one of the top acts from South Korea. Jihyo, Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu are once again promoting their work as a complete group as member Mina is back from a mental health-related hiatus, and the members make their return after more than eight months since their last project, Feel Special.

Here are our main takeaways from More & More.

A darker turn, but still bright

Too often, K-pop girl groups are placed into one of two oversimplified categories: sweet and cheery, often manifesting in bubblegum pop, or “girl crush” with a fierce, badass vibe, frequently expressed through booming anthems. TWICE has been widely labeled as the former, but More & More proves that an expansive gray area lies between the extremes. Throughout the new album, TWICE shows that it can embrace a darker, more mature concept without giving up its trademark bright demeanor.

The more ominous undertones of this release were clear from the moment the trailer for “More & More,” the album’s lead single of the same name, was dropped in May. After nearly a minute of portraying the nine members in a lush garden with bunnies and butterflies, the video suddenly flashes to a two-toned, black and red shot of a serpent wrapped around a tree. The complete version of the music video builds on the theme of the Garden of Eden, depicting the members reaching for apples and preparing to take a bite. The serpent, along with imagery of tarantulas and a black cat, suggest a peace disturbed.

Further down the track list, the lyrics for “Shadow” reflect the album’s more somber direction. The opening lines, “Even when it hurts, I pretend to be fine, pretend to be a grown-up/ Hide the real me” describe a lonely experience of concealing one’s pain, the rise and fall of the melodic lines reflecting this inner turmoil. The track “Don’t Call Me Again” also carries a solemn note with lyrics addressing the gloom of a breakup: “Everything that used to be warm… Has become cold ashes,” vocalist Jeongyeon sings.

But TWICE did not forsake its signature upbeat tunes. “Oxygen” and “Sweet Summer Day” are summery tracks with playful rhythms, the latter transporting the listener to the beach with sounds of chirping birds and crashing waves. Written by Jeongyeon and rapper Chaeyoung, the lyrics of “Sweet Summer Day” say “Today I want to play like a kid/ Bright smile and face (smile bigger)/ Make yourself free with hot sun.” Reminiscent of the 2018 track “Dance the Night Away,” whose music video began with waves crashing onto a beach, the song conveys that TWICE does not need to drop its bubbly, youthful energy as the group evolves in its sound and messaging.

A variety of genres, but a cohesive storyline

Similar to TWICE’s 2019 albums Fancy You and Feel Special, this release brings with it a variety of genres. The title track “More & More” is a tropical house song that features an EDM-heavy instrumental chorus. And while the Latin-inspired “Firework” opens with a smooth and sleek guitar line, “Don’t Call Me Again” starts with a booming refrain from brass instruments, cymbals and drums. The album might have been disjointed, yet More & More is one of TWICE’s most cohesive albums, in large part because its seven songs build on a progressing storyline.

If “More and More” acts as an opening on the theme of desire, the following tracks “Oxygen,” “Firework” and “Make Me Go” portray a romance that develops from a more innocent and dreamlike affection to a fiery love. In the next song, “Shadow,” a more serious tone conveys an underlying pain with lyrics like, “I don’t want to be seen as weak/ So I will hide obvious tears deep inside.” It’s as if the darker, hidden truths from the relationship described in the earlier songs are surfacing from the shadows.

The following number, “Don’t Call Me Again,” portrays a breakup in the most straightforward way. “Your apologies full of predictable stories and excuses again/ I’m not going to accept them, don’t call me again,” the intro reads. And while the closing track, “Sweet Summer Day,” appears to be disconnected as it does not reference love explicitly, the lyrics paint a picture of leaving behind the worries of yesterday and embracing a new beginning—a posture that could follow the end of a relationship. By illustrating the rise and fall of a romance followed by a fresh start, the messages in the seven tracks are more connected than their disparate sounds might suggest.

Their most passionate album yet

Two years ago, TWICE’s hit release “What Is Love?” featured the nine members drawing large question marks in the air as they repeatedly sang, “I wanna know know know know/ What is love?” That innocent curiosity has matured into a bold confidence as the lyrics in the new album openly express an unrestrained longing. “You’re gonna say more more more more more and more,” the pre-chorus goes, soon followed by “I wanna have more more more more more and more.” The repetition may sound excessive when written out, but it effectively conveys a kind of limitless desire between lovers.

In “Oxygen,” the artists sing that they yearn for someone more than they yearn for air, while in “Firework” they compare themselves to exploding pyrotechnics as they describe the burning sensation of love. But it’s the intimate beckoning in “Make Me Go,” a track with lyrics written by Nayeon, that particularly stokes the flame of passion. “Love me love me now/ Love me love me good/ Don’t need nobody else when it feels this good,” the members rap in deep voices—a departure from the more familiar high-pitched delivery. The sighs, oohs and ahhs peppered throughout “Make Me Go” only make the song more seductive. Plenty of songs on TWICE’s past few albums are filled with flirtatious lyrics, but this release kicks the heat up a notch.

Rappers sing and singers rap

Like most K-pop groups, TWICE has designated roles: vocalists, rappers, dancers. But its rappers sing and its singers rap. The group’s rappers, Dahyun and Chaeyoung, have sung in past releases. This album spotlights their versatility even more, beginning with the singing parts in the hook of “More & More.” The two members also sing in the tracks that follow, from “Oxygen” to “Shadow.”

The singers also rap in More & More. “Make Me Go” is the most notable example. Nayeon and Jihyo, known for their stable singing and high notes, both rap in the track’s chorus. “Ain’t nobody around, do it like you should,” they say in a low register barely above a whisper. Mina, a vocalist with a soft and mellow tone, also raps these lines—adding an element of surprise as the artist displays a different type of charm. The final track, “Sweet Summer Day,” highlights rap verses from vocalists as well. Nayeon once again shows off a new kind of swagger, and Momo, the group’s main dancer who usually sings, raps with attitude. No member is confined to one set of skills—showing, yet again, that TWICE is a versatile ensemble keen on surprising their audience.

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