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Speaking of Jiwoo first, it is rather puzzling when you mention her in a conversation anywhere. There's a Choi Jiwoo. There's a Lee Jiwoo. There's a Jeon Jiwoo for the more seasoned crowd. Then, there are two Kim Jiwoo, at least one uses her stage name. You've never met someone who calls her Kim Jiwoo to your face. The confusion remains most of the time, though, with you just saying Jiwoo without her family name. There's three to four of them barring the one with the forever-iconic status, and you have to attach the group's name at the end as well to avoid the mix-up.

So, applying the rather flimsy rules from the last paragraph to describe the current happening, you can say that: Jiwoo from NMIXX is sucking your cock.

And she's not doing it alone.

Conversing about Sooin, she is an awfully underrated figure in her group. She's basically almost as tall as Gawon, really, and those thunderous thighs are often overlooked with so many things going on within the group — Anna's appearance, Gawon's height, the company's inability to produce a song that's better than just being acceptable. Sooin's bangs fit her feline-like face perfectly, and she'd look good with cat ears, honestly.

(It's up to your opinion regarding the measurement units for their heights, but we're using the superior metric system here. Therefore, there's a centimeter separating the tops of Gawon's and Sooin's heads.

Also, for the music, the writer thinks their best song — BURNING UP (not shouting) — is a six out of ten. The final chorus is frustratingly anticlimactic and unsatisfying. Please hold on to your views on the song firmly, though.)

Alone, it's certainly a worthwhile event, winning the hearts of two women at the same time. Then, there's another coincidence concerning their personal information. Jiwoo was born on April 12th, 2005, while Sooin was born on April 13th, 2005. To express it simply, their birthdays are next to each other, and you kind of find that quite a fun fact when they're slobbering on your cock at the same time — Jiwoo on your left, Sooin to your right.

"Are my babygirls happy with Daddy's cock, hmm?" you ask, holding both of their heads firmly but not harshly.

Jiwoo, with her twintails, answers with her mouth on it, "Yes, Daddy. Thank you for this fat, sweaty cock." Her voice is so damn airy.

Okay, adding in another factor just because the writer likes it. The three of you are awfully drenched in sweat — sweaty, smelly, squiffy. You shared the JYPE gym together for an hour training session, and the result is satisfactory for all parties involved. The women's skins are glistening as they're sucking your cock, and you kind of want to spread your tongue on their flesh just to taste those salty molecules on them.

"Yeah," Sooin, with her ponytail, chimes in, leaving your dick to let Jiwoo be the sole owner of it for a heartbeat. "Maybe you shouldn't shower tonight and come to work tomorrow all stinky, Daddy. Let it marinate — I bet you'll taste so fucking delicious, especially this big cock."

You chuckle merrily at Sooin's words. The idea is alluring, honestly — Sooin inhaling your heady stench tomorrow while she sucks you off in the gym one more time. Perhaps another girl can join in place of Jiwoo — work reasons. Maybe it's Anna in Jiwoo's place.

"Aww, I wish I could be here," Jiwoo sulks, mouth still lavishing your already wet shaft eagerly. "I'd give 100 percent for my practices if I knew Daddy's smelly cock would be there."

The bodily reactions from you are the same beats — trembling fingers, hitching breaths — but you're controlling your tone well. You're the dominant figure here, and you're not letting these women take over your body just because you're the ground-level staff member.

"Babygirls, don't worry about tomorrow, okay? Let's have fun today first," you comfort, patting both heads lovingly. You don't want them to feel bad about all of this. Enthusiasm is key. Consent is sexy. "I'm here, so let's make it count."

"Yes, Daddy," Jiwoo and Sooin say in unison, and they just chuckle at each other as Jiwoo kisses your cock and Sooin kneels in front of you. They're completely obscene — the tones, the eyes, the pragmatism of the situation. Not that you're not believing the things that are going on or thinking lowly of yourself, though.

Sooin dives back into your glistening cock enthusiastically. To separate them by their cocksucking flairs and techniques, it's impossible. One factor is that you're too pleased by their mouths, indeed. Still, even with the last tiny bits of your focus, you just don't know how the hell they're any different from each other in terms of blowjob skills. These lips are practically inseparable in terms of their attributes.

"I wonder how well sweat and cum blend with each other," Sooin proposes. The hypothesis is easily tested by their eagerness, though, and that is: your mixture will be the best thing these girls have ever tasted.

"Have you been eating pineapples, Daddy?" Jiwoo huffs, looking up at you with her puppy eyes. Her lips remain diligent on the left side of your cock, of course. "Not that I don't love salty cum, just a little curious."

"I'm sure it'll be yummy for you girls — my sweat and semen — fresh from the source," you confirm, left hand moving down to caress Jiwoo's cheek tenderly. "Keep licking it, Daddy's gonna gush it down your throats, okay?"

Jiwoo just giggles at you. She keeps those cute eyes trained on yours just to let you feel more of your control over her. You alternate your sight between her and Sooin, still giving them equal attention to not leave one in the dark and alone. Your hands cup their cheeks gently, feeling their warmth against your calloused palms.

The women up their antes, adding these small sucklings onto your length. Their post-workout body odors reach your nose, and frankly, it rewires your brain almost completely — tart, intense. Your toes curl in your socks almost helplessly at the barrage of sensations on your senses. Still, the dangerous pleasure remains manageable for you. The dominance over them remains firm and sturdy. You're not falling apart that easily.

There are the waves raging within your body, ready to crash into your babygirls catastrophically. It's a feeling you've gotten used to so many times — your hand, someone's mouth, someone's cunt, someone's ass. You grip onto the bench to not fall over from the power of their lips as you're about to explode between them.

"God, you're fucking stinky, Daddy. Wish we could workout every day," Sooin scolds you playfully, mouth full of your cock, before taking an awfully deep breath. She's getting that workout odor fully. "My oxygen, really, if you weren't being so fucking lazy."

"Glad you're enjoying it, babygirl," you reply, pulling Sooin's cheeks a bit in adoration. "And I'd run five kilometers for you every day if that means you'll be mine, really," and you see her nodding somehow with the right side of your cock filling her mouth.

"Just her? What about me?" Jiwoo asks with a sarcastic frown. She's unfazed by your words, for sure. This is just a moment of playful banter between the two of you. "Can I suck Daddy's stinky cock every day too?"

You smile at Jiwoo before replying, "Yes, I cherish all of you equally. Don't worry," and you ruffle her hair affectionately. "I won't leave any of my babygirls behind."

Jiwoo's lips curve up into a smile before your eyes, visibly elated with your assurance. "I won't let you and your cock down, Daddy," she says with a small giggle over her little joke before going back to slobbering on the left side of your cock.

That orgasm is coming closer with the passing seconds. You have to grip the leather cushion of the bench firmly to not fall off it once you explode between Jiwoo's and Sooin's soft lips — propelling sweat and cum into their mouths and perhaps onto their faces as well.

"This fucking," and Jiwoo sucks a sudden on your length — another burst to drive you closer towards the precipice. "Stench, my God — a fucking delicacy."

"I really wish you could come here tomorrow, Jiwoo," Sooin says. "Sucking Daddy's rancid, filthy cock, then we swallow his cum together again. Maybe he could breed you too."

Unhygienic — you're certain of that, but Jiwoo says something before you can protest, "I have a comeback soon, Sooin. Again, I wish I could milk Daddy's cock with my pussy, really."

(Soon and Sooin was an unintentional wordplay, to be clear.)

"Been a while since I've had a comeback, hmm," Sooin says with a frown. "It's as if they're keeping us in the basement at this point."

You moan softly before responding to her concern, "I'm sure they're doing their best, babygirl."

"My producer is so fucking uninspired, really — no innovation, nothing new — and those final choruses for our songs are goddamn shitasses," Sooin sneers against your cock. Her teeth graze your foreskin a bit in slight frustration, making you wince.

And you mutter, "Fuck."

"Sorry, Daddy," Sooin says.

"Fuck, it's fine, baby," you manage, cock so close to bursting between Jiwoo's and Sooin's warm mouths.

Digging a bit deeper into the topic of their lips, you wouldn't say that Jiwoo and Sooin have these unique (see: KiiiKiii's Sui) or perfect-for-dick-sucking (see: LE SSERAFIM's Yunjin and IVE's Rei) lips. You're not the person who is seasoned in the field of having their cock sucked, though. Therefore, any pair of lips works for you — lean, plump — they just don't really make a difference to you.

(Not that you don't get your dick slobbered on that often. It's just that this action hasn't happened often enough for you to separate or find any favor in the thickness of the cocksuckers' lips. There's a certain number of occurrences that you have to reach, and you're just not that godly attractive to find convenient blowjobs.)

"Is Daddy gonna cum? I'm starting to get tired of sweat now — almost full," Jiwoo asks.

You ponder the final scene of this oral delight a bit. In all honesty, you can only imagine Jiwoo and Sooin making out on your cock. Then, to factor in the logistics of them swallowing your cum directly from the source, they'll have to kiss each other at the tip of your cock as well. You can't just have them taking turns, since the spurts will be awfully uneven, resulting in an unfair advantage for the person who gets the first wave of your semen.

"Mm, you can make out at the," you utter weakly. That tension is coiling inside your loins rather harshly, and it is cooking your brain in high heat. "Fuck, my head."

Jiwoo teases as she moves up your length a little, "Which head, Daddy?" and Sooin just chuckles with the right side of your cock in her mouth. She's moving up closer to the tip as well.

Their lips are almost touching now. What a view.

"You know which fucking head," you clap back, though awfully weakly, and Jiwoo and Sooin giggle at your frailty. Your defenses are crumbling against these women as you're about to cum into their mouths. The dominance is being chipped away by their lips on your cock. Perhaps you'll call them your mommies soon, and in all fairness, you're not actively opposing that notion.

"Cum into our mouths, Daddy. The flavors will clash, and we'll love that conflict on our tongues," Sooin coos. "Food critique 101 — is that right, Jiwoo?"

"Indeed, Sooin, maybe we can add our spits into that as well? Will it taste good?" Jiwoo inquires rather ironically. It's certain and visible that you're all too fucked in the brain to find the mixture displeasing to your tongues.

(Yes, they're delivering the concoction — your cum, their saliva, your sweat — into your mouth as well. It's certain now, despite how twisted the notion might seem, and despite how clear your brain is going to be after the ejaculation.)