Caught in the Act

TWICE performance stages were always a challenge to capture. Dealing with nine different fancams at nine moving angles was unsurprisingly tricky; if it weren’t for their individual unique features, telling them apart would be troublesome.

As the one more commonly assigned to Jihyo, it was pretty obvious what it was: her big, round eyes.

…Who were you kidding, it was obviously her tits.

With the intensity she danced with, it’s difficult not to notice them bounce around. In fact, it was more challenging to anchor the camera on her face instead of her body, unconsciously trailing your own gaze. But this isn’t your first rodeo, and you’ve gotten used to being mesmerized without being too obvious.

Today, while preparing for the set, Jihyo called in Momo to ask help with one of their point choreos. It’s no surprise even your seasoned teammates deferred in awe to her dancing skills, despite having seen group after group perform arguably more complex moves. And if Jihyo was your favorite, Momo was most definitely a close second.

Now, keeping focused on one TWICE bombshell was a challenge, but two of them? It was torture.

You couldn’t make out what they were saying, nor were you able to actually pay attention to the choreo. All you could focus on while keeping the camera steady were both idols’ chests barely staying in place, with their particularly popping-focused routine this time round.

“Roll!,” the director calls, snapping you back to reality and the actual performance. The thought never left you for a moment throughout the entire shoot.

You sat in an empty room in the studio, ogling at the shaky phone camera video you managed to sneak of that fateful moment: two of TWICE’s best dancers practically showing off more than their skills — even shakier with one hand busy elsewhere.

Suddenly, you heard a flurry of footsteps from the corridor behind you. “Are you sure this is the room, Jihyo? I’ll wait outside the entrance to take a call, take your time.”

“Yes, thank you manager-nim, we’ll call back! Momoring, help me out here.”

Panicked, you hid behind a nearby couch, but the door swung open a lot earlier than you expected, and your presence in the room is no longer concealable.

“Ai kkamjagiya! We’re so sorry for disturbing!” Jihyo exclaims.

“But since you’re here,” Momo butted in, “can you help us out? Jihyo might have lost an earring in here. The company needs it back.”

You nodded, still a little bit flustered seeing and talking to them for real. You set your phone on a counter and start looking with the two.

After about ten minutes of upturning chairs and sifting through the cushions on the couch you tried to dive into, the earring fell out from between two pillows. Guess you would’ve been spotted either way.

“Here you go, sorry for the bother,” you say.

“Thank you so much! I’m not quite sure how to return the favor, but I’m sure we’ll catch each other on another stage, I hope?…” Jihyo trails off.

“Um, Jihyo? I think I have an idea,” Momo smirked with your phone in her hands, with a freezeframe of them in full view.

Shit.

“So that was you! Well, I guess that explains why you were in this room then, hmm?,” Jihyo adds.

“Don’t worry. You helped us, so we won’t tell on you. But… we’re still gonna have to punish you,” said Momo, walking towards you, eyes focused squarely on your pants. She made quick work of unbuttoning them and pulling down your boxers, leaving you naked and still very much erect.

“What were you doing here, touching yourself to us dancing? Maybe we can… help you out with that,” she continued.

“I like how you think, Momoring,” Jihyo added. “But, for being a naughty little perv, you’re not allowed to cum. If you do, well,” she shook your phone, “we have this and all the pictures we can take of you making a mess here. Let’s see how long you last.” Jihyo put their song from earlier on speaker, hoodies lifted and flying off, to reveal Jihyo in a sports bra and Momo in a baggy shirt with nothing underneath.

“Stroke,” Jihyo commanded, and you followed.

You watched the pair feel each other up as they giggle and poke each other in jest over their toned bodies. But the main show is them fondling each others’ breasts, stripping the other down until their chests are laid bare, massaging them as if they were mounds of dough. You could feel the pressure start to well at the base of your shaft, and you slow down your stroking, scared to lose to their game.

“Yah, who said you could slow down?,” Jihyo barked, grabbing your dick from your hands and stroking the head at just the right speed to throw your head back in pleasure. Big mistake, because Momo was right behind you, ready to sandwich your face between her firm tits.

“Look at him struggle, like a little baby boy,” Momo added. “I guess you should call us your mommies now then.”

You could feel yourself fighting the urge to release with all your strength that sweat started beading up on your forehead and back. You recognized the bridge of the song, surmising you had just about a minute left to hold it in.

“Oh, almost done already? You’re not getting away that easy,” said Jihyo. “Momo, over here,” and she released you from her suffocating grasp, joining Jihyo in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt a second hand grab at your throbbing member, as both of them started jerking you, cock pointed towards their racks perfectly lined up for you.

“You’re good,” Jihyo remarked, “just a little longer and we’ll let you cum.”

“Hold it in for us, won’t you? We don’t want to end this quite yet,” Momo added.

The final chorus starts and you’re struggling with every ounce of resolve you have not to finish, but every attempt to buck backward is futile, your legs trembling more and more. After the eternity of the last remaining seconds, you felt an excruciatingly, numbingly long pause, as the music ended. It seems, unfortunately, their torment has also ended, leaving your orgasm ruined.

Momo broke the silence. “You’ve been such a good boy. Consider your punishment over.”

“Now for your actual reward,” added Jihyo, adjusting their positions that your still-twitching cock was sandwiched between her tits. “How about you show us how you felt about our performance?”

Jihyo pressed the handfuls of her breasts around your shaft, tight enough to stimulate you yet again. Momo spat on the tip, lubricating it with more than just precum. “You’re such a lucky boy, receiving this from your mommies,” Jihyo added.

Jihyo is relentless in titfucking you, occasionally teasing your reddened tip as it crested out from between her tanned skin. Momo, on the other hand, slowly stroked you from beneath Jihyo’s chest.

“Switch?,” Momo offered, easily replacing Jihyo’s place. She didn’t evem need to squeeze as much to tighten her grip on you, sticking her tongue out to tease your swollen head as her breasts rubbed underneath it. Jihyo simply watched, keeping you aroused with her fingers lightly tracing across your abdomen and giggling every time you shuddered in pleasure.

Your moans of pleasure turn into heaving sighs as you approached your limit. They laughed, excited to see what you’ve been holding back.

“Are you gonna cum now? Don’t worry, we have just the thing for you,” Momo cooed. She pulled in Jihyo by the wrist opposite her, both ladies now sitting at each of your sides, squeezing their chests together and using it to stroke you.

“But first, you’re gonna have to ask us if you can, baby. How will we know if you’re about to make a mess?,” Jihyo teased.

The relentless stimulation for the past however-long-it’s-been has left you speechless, yet you managed to hiss through your clenched teeth, “Please… let me… cum…”

“What’s that?,” Momo taunted. “We didn’t quite catch that.”

“Please… let me cum… mommies…”

“Good boy,” Jihyo chirped. “Cum for us. Show us how much you want us. Give it to us.”

It didn’t take any more than the command to cum all over their chests, enough to drip down your sides. This didn’t seem to bother either of the two, rubbing it all inside their chests and giggling, before a ringtone blared from Jihyo’s crumpled hoodie on the floor.

“Oops, gotta go, looks like manager-nim is asking for an update. Oh well, no time to clean up now,” Jihyo remarks, rushing to put on their clothes.

Momo took a look at your phone and handed it back to you. “Don’t worry, keep the video. Another way for us to say thanks,” she adds, giving you a wink.

“See you next comeback, baby boy,” Jihyo purred before the two left you a soiled mess in the middle of an empty room.