Choices

“Are you really sure this is necessary?”

Yujin pulls your cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, ropes of stringy spit connecting her lips to your glistening tip.

“Ask your princess why,” Yujin says, spitting a wet glob of saliva onto the head before spreading it slowly down your shaft with languid strokes. “I don’t even know why we are fighting over this.”

“Fuck off,” Wonyoung snaps, leaning in to lick a long, tantalising stripe up your shaft where Yujin’s hand had just been. “You were the one who wanted me to sacrifice myself for everyone, and now you’re painting me black in front of daddy?”

“The only person allowed to paint me is daddy, and it will be white, not black. Right, daddy?” Wonyoung pouts, wrapping her lips around your swollen tip, suckling greedily at the beading nectar oozing out. She swirls the edge of her tongue around the sensitive head while Yujin continues stroking you with her soft, deft hands.

As if it wasn’t obvious enough, both girls are on their knees between your legs as you sit on the couch, passing your cock between them like it holds their entire future.

“The members’ and IVE’s fate are literally in my hands,” Yujin says seriously, pushing Wonyoung’s mouth off your cock. She gives you several full-length, firm strokes from base to tip before leaning in and exhaling hot breath over your wet length, her tongue darting out to taste the fresh arousal that’s leaking from your slit.

“But I really want my opinion to be honoured this time,” Wonyoung counters, pressing her face lower and burying her nose between your heavy balls. She snuggles her nostrils between the heavy sacs, taking in deep, shameless whiffs of your sweaty scent, before sucking one into her warm mouth.

“Haven’t you had enough about yourself already?” Yujin scoffs, latching her lips around the head, forming a tight seal. She inches down your length with a torturous slowness, cheeks hollowing as she applies an agonising suction of impeccable pressure. Her eyes flutter with pleasure as she takes you deeper.

“Fuck… both of you are crazy,” you groan, mesmerised by the sight of being assaulted by two of the best mouths you could never fathom of experiencing. But yet you’re here, watching the Ahn Yujin and the Jang Wonyoung competing so shamelessly — Yujin spreading her copious oral sheen across your length while she takes you deep; Wonyoung guzzling her ropy slime around your balls as she juggles them inside her slutty mouth.

“What about you?” Wonyoung purrs, releasing your balls with a wet pop. “You act like you’re saving the group, but it’s all just an excuse for your own self-interest—” She flicks her tongue across your balls mid-sentence, tracing the circumference of each one in her favourite infinity sign with her tongue, each cycle drawing you into an endless abyss of pleasure.

“You like it when I play with your balls like this daddy?”

“Stop trying to influence him, you slut,” Yujin sneers, resuming her fluid worship of your cock, dragging her tongue across your tip in the elegant curve of a golden ratio. “You like my tongue more right, daddy?” Yujin purrs. Every approximate 1.61 centimetres her tongue travels send a perfect ratio of desire and pleasure coursing through you.

Wonyoung doesn’t back down from Yujin’s taunts. She pushes Yujin aside and dives onto your cock, taking you straight into her tight throat in one smooth motion.

“Fuck princess, your throat is tight like always,” you groan, hips bucking at the sudden heat and constriction. “Only you can take me all the way in.” You thread your fingers into her silky hair, compressing her face flush onto you. She holds herself there, nose pressed against your pelvis, throat rippling beautifully around you as she looks up with determined eyes.

Yujin huffs in annoyances and lowers her head to suck on your balls instead, pulling them into her mouth one by one while Wonyoung continues deepthroating you with wet, gagging sounds. She eventually works her way up your cock, planting her lips on the side of your thick meat, sliding in tandem with Wonyoung as she continues to devour you whole repeatedly.

They fight over you like this for several long, delicious long minutes, lips clashing messily around your shaft, soft moans and complaints mixing together. Yujin eventually yanks Wonyoung off your cock by the hair and immediately swallows you entirely — or at least she tries to — bobbing her head with an aggressive hunger.

“Choose me daddy. I deserve it more.” Yujin pulls off to gasp, flicking her tongue desperately along the underside of your head.

“Yeah right,” Wonyoung growls, glaring at Yujin. “Your pathetic throat can’t even take daddy’s big, fat cock. What makes you think you deserve it?” She grabs onto Yujin’s hair and slams her down onto your length in one hard push.

An explosion of saliva and snot bursts out as Yujin’s eyes water violently, her cheeks turning red from the forceful intrusion. Wonyoung doesn’t relent.

“Look at you, crying so pathetically just because you can’t swallow daddy whole.” Wonyoung pulls Yujin off your cock, allowing her a brief, merciful breath before slamming her back down.

“Don’t. You. Think. You. Need. Some. Assistance?”

Wonyoung uses Yujin’s throat like a personal fleshlight, fucking her head onto your cock with every word, each one breaching her supposed self-induced limits of how far she can take you in.

You’ve never seen Wonyoung this brutal before. Sure, they have always been at odds with each other, but it was always playful and reserved when you three fuck like rabbits. The way Wonyoung is violating Yujin’s throat with your cock right now is nothing like that bratting that she always does.

And Yujin. She’s usually the dominant one taking control, being one up over any arguments with Wonyoung. But today, today she’s just letting it happen, letting Wonyoung scrub and ruin the insides of her throat with your cock, fucking her face onto you like she’s almost craving for it.

“See daddy?” Wonyoung forces Yujin down your length as far as she can go, holding her there while letting the musical notes of depravity fill the entire room. She places her fingers at the gap between Yujin’s stretched lips and your pelvis, measuring the length of her incompetency for you to see. “This is a whole fucking inch that Yujinnie still can’t swallow. How could you ever choose such a failure instead of your precious cock-sucking whore?”

The overwhelming pleasure, their constant bickering, the wet obscene sounds, and the way they keep trying to one-up each other — it’s all driving you insane.

“It’s really hard… I can’t decide like this,” you groan out. “Fuck, why are you even making me decide this? I’m not even part of IVE.”

“Just shut up and decide, daddy.” Wonyoung says, finally loosening her grip on Yujin’s head.

Yujin slides off your cock, her face utterly ruined: snot dripping from her nose, saliva stringing from her chin, mascara mixed with the unending stream of running down her cheeks. Yet her expression is one of euphoric contentment.

“Yeah…” Yujin rasps. “You act like you’re not enjoying my throat around your fat cock.”

“And don’t act like it has nothing to do with you,” Wonyoung frowns. “You’re our daddy. Our happiness doesn’t matter to you? Should we just break up with you then?”

Wonyoung slaps your cock against Yujin’s swollen lips, the sharp smacks cutting off any reply.

“Look at our poor daddy, shaking in pleasure,” Yujin smirks, gathering the saliva hanging from her chin and feeding it back into her mouth. “Can you even last until you actually decide to decide?” She turns to Wonyoung, tilting her chin up with her saliva glossed finger, and the two of them crash into a deep, torrid kiss right in front of you.

Wet smacks fill the air as the two girls consume each other’s lips, still trying to one-up one another even now. Your swollen cock twitches from the lustful sight, its head bobbing slight from anticipation of what’s to come. When they finally separate, their foreheads are pressed together, exhaling their heat of twisted love onto each other. Yujin stares at Wonyoung, then back at you with a dark glint in her eyes.

“Since you can’t choose… then we’ll remove your bias.”

“Prepare yourself, daddy~”

Before you can respond, both girls move at once. They climb onto the couch beside you, sliding off their panties. Working together efficiently like they’ve rehearsed umpteenth times, Yujin ties her black lace panties over your eyes first, then Wonyoung layers her soft pink ones on top, doubling the translucent fabric until the world turns completely black.

You’re completely blind now, every other sense heightened. A moist, warm scent surrounds you, an intoxicating mix of their arousal, desperation, and skin blending to form the ultimate indulgent perfume of lust.

You feel movement. Someone settles between your legs, pushing your thighs apart. Her strong, smooth thighs clamp firmly around your throbbing cock, pressing it tightly between them. She leans back against your chest, resting her head on your shoulder. The heat of her skin is overwhelming, and you can feel the slickness of her pussy hovering just above your shaft as she starts rolling her hips.

“Yujin—”

“Shush.”

There’s no doubt it’s Ahn Yujin on top of you right now, and she’s quickly becoming the bane of your existence.

“Decide based on feeling, daddy,” Yujin whispers hotly into your ear, suckling your earlobe into her sticky mouth. She beings fucking you with her thighs, bouncing atop you with deliberate, powerful drops that slide her soft, meaty flesh up and down your entire length.

The sensation is incredible. Her thighs squeeze perfectly around you while her dripping pussy glides teasingly above your cock, coating the top of your shaft with her wetness on every pass.

Your hands don’t stay idle, snaking up her body to squeeze and knead her small, perky tits. Each grope of her soft flesh makes her moan and curse, each flick of your thumb on her stiff nipples makes her shudder and tremble.

“Daddy’s hands… they feel so good,” Yujin cries out, gripping the backrest on either side of your head as she pumps her powerful thighs up and down your cock. “Can’t you feel my desperation, daddy? The fates of all five of us lies in your hands.”

At the same time, you feel Wonyoung settle between your spread legs. Her tongue immediately flicks against your exposed cockhead, licking and teasing the sensitive slit every time Yujin’s thighs slides upwards.

“Fuck—!” you groan, hips bucking forward at the unexpected sensation.

“What a greedy bitch,” Yujin laughs breathlessly as she picks up the pace, switching between impactful, hard slams and slow, lazy rolls of her hips, her thick thighs jerking you with wet, slippery friction. “Look daddy, it’s my turn, and your princess still can’t keep her mouth to herself.”