A Chair's Privileges

The door to the private backstage holding room slams open with a burst of laughter and heavy breathing. The IVE girls pour into the room, physically exhausted, but they carry victory in their steps. Their cheeks are flushed, and sweat glistens on their skin from the explosive performance earlier on stage.

Rei spots you first, giggling out loud, “Oh, looks like our VIP Chair arrived early~” before the rest of the girls turn their heads to you in the corner.

Blue-and-white cropped tops cling transparently to their curves, pleated mini skirts flipped and creased from their flips and high kicks, the thigh-high socks slipping slightly down their toned thighs. Their ponytails are messy, ribbons loose, and the faint scent of performance hairspray mixed with salty skin fills the room.

You're Rei’s personal “chair”, waiting obediently on a low padded bench in the corner, already shirtless as instructed, your cock hard and straining against your pants from hours of anticipation.

“Awwww, look at him, already so hard and desperate.” Yujin struts towards you, bending down to cup your flushed cheeks. “It must have been hard, waiting throughout all the performances, all the award ceremonies~”

“Well, it's not our fault that the popular groups are always tucked to the end.” Wonyoung stands on your right, her shadow towering over your body. “I’ve been so restless too.”

“I'm so sweaty and hot…” Liz stands forward, leaning forward slightly, hands tucked behind her back.

“Look at him, I can't wait to see how Rei works him~” Gaeul crosses her arms, one hand twirling her pink hair.

“Make way, I want to see my chair.” Rei saunters over, her hands waving the four girls crowding around you aside. Her hips sways with every step, skirt bouncing as she approaches you. The others watch with amusement and curiosity as she pushes you flat on your back, straddling you without hesitation.

“Time to cool my pounding heart.” Rei hikes her skirt, exposing her soaked panties. Is it wet with her sweat, or wet with her arousal? You don’t know. It doesn't really matter much, as Rei is already sinking down onto you. A soft groan escapes her plump lips as she bottoms out, her walls squeezing tight around your length.

“Oh fuck — my lovely chair —” she moans and starts riding, hands pressing on your chest as she grinds slowly, the skirt fanning out over your hips like a blue and white striped tent.

The other girls circle you, fanning their flushed sweaty necks with their hands, giggling at how easily you're taking it. Hands still on your chest, Rei lifts her ass and rocks on your cock, riding you like a cowboy. Her twin tails swings as she pants and moans, your cock sinking deep in her wet warmth with ease.

"Give me an R!" she chants, voice playful and breathless. "Give me an I! Give me a R-I-D-E! What does it spell?”

“RIDE!” The girls at the side pump their fists, clapping in rhythm in tandem to the beat, shouting in unison as Rei rides you faster.

Rei grinds you deep, her two legs now planted on the ground as she bounces on you vigorously, teasing as she picks up speed.

“My Chair boy — so reliable —” Her ass cheeks ripple with every slam on you, and her soft mounds bounces underneath the tight blue crop top, the underboob peeking out with every jiggle. “Still so — hard for us — despite waiting — fuck so deep — so long —”

Her pace turns brutal, her hips now snapping, the wet sounds filling the room. When Rei cums, she clenches hard, moaning "Dive into IVE!". She rides through it, before dismounting with a satisfied sigh, leaving you slick and throbbing.

Rei pats your cheek, her thighs dripping with her juices. "Who's next? He's all warmed up and dripping for all of you.”

They stand around you, looking at Rei’s wrecked pussy, and look at your glistening cock. “R-Rei, are you s-sure?” You stammer. The agreement you had with Rei was just between her and you, nothing else.

“My contract, my rules~”

“Our turn then~” Yujin says, before exchanging a knowing look with Wonyoung. They then step forward, Wonyoung cooing, “Time to let Annyeongz have a taste of the VIP Chair~”

“Double duty,” Wonyoung decides, before pulling your legs further down, your ass now resting above nothing, your back lying on the paddled bench. She climbs onto you in a classic cowgirl style, her skirt spreading wide as she sinks down, taking you to the hilt impatiently with a sharp inhale.

“Fuck Rei, how did you monopolise such a great fucking chair.” Wonyoung’s powerful thighs flex as she starts bouncing, each slam athletic and controlled, the impact of each drop making the bench creak and shake.

Yujin moves towards your head, and mounts your face, facing Wonyoung while she lowers her wet pussy onto your mouth. “Stick out your tongue and eat me, you needy Chair~” Her short blue and white striped skirt covers your head, blocking the private backstage room’s lights (not that you need it anyway, you're too busy stuffing your face into Yujin’s pussy), trapping the concentrated musky smell of her sex around you. Her long legs kneel on each side, meaty thighs pressing against your cheeks as she grinds slowly, juices leaking copiously.

Gaeul takes her position at the front, hands on hips like a proper cheer captain. Pink hair swinging, she starts the routine — high kicks that flashes her white panties, claps echoing all around as she cheers.

"Annyeongz fighting!" Gaeul chants, her voice crisp and clear. "Squeeze him tight! Make our chair shake tonight! 1-2-3-IVE!"

The others join in, jumping lightly in place, their skirts flipping. Wonyoung matches the rhythm, thrusting down hard on "IVE!", while Yujin rolls and rotates her hips in small circles, smothering you with her wet heat.

Gaeul and Liz keep cheering, adding victory poses and high-fives mid-jump.

"Look how happy he is," Gaeul teases, leaning in to pat your straining thigh. "Our Annyeongz princesses using the chair so well~”

The heat in their bodies surge and explode (so much for cooling down) as Wonyoung slams and uses your cock, her body tensing and freezing as she cums hard. Her pussy squelches and convulses as she sprays and squirts her juices all around your throbbing cock while Gaeul counts, “One! Two! Three!”

“IVEEEEE!” Yujin shrieks as she follows, her thighs trembling as she orgasms, coating your face with her warm juices.

“Ride him hard! Make our Chair fucked up!” Gaeul cheers.

“Gooo~ IVE!!!” Liz jumps, clapping her two hands onto Gaeul’s.

Wonyoung and Yujin slowly recovers from their orgasm and dismounts, leaving you gasping, covered in their combined slick.

Gaeul blows a kiss. "The chair's still standing strong. Good boy~”

Yujin wipes her sweat from her thumping chest, her eyes still gleaming. “More… my turn to really use the chair.”

She stands between your legs and bends down, her crotch hovering right above yours. Bending your cock towards her, she pushes herself onto you, your swollen tip parting her walls as she buries you deep. Yujin slips her hands under your thighs, flexing hard as she lifts you effortlessly off the bench. You're hoisted upright, and your hands instantly wrapping around Yujin’s neck, legs instinctively wrapping around her waist, ankles locking behind her back.

You yelp as Yujin’s stronger hands grab your ass firmly, your body dangling helplessly as you hang off her, cock fully stuffed in her. Yujin then walks around the room like you’re weighing nothing, her biceps swinging and pumping you into her as she thrusts up. Each step drives you deeper into her, her skirt bouncing with every powerful snap of her hips, her cropped top tucked bunched high to show her glistening tummy and glossy tits.

“Suck my tits while I fuck you, you pathetic chair~” Yujin growls as she pounds into you, the obscene slapping sounds echoing throughout the room.

Sweat drips from her forehead, trailing down her neck, onto her chest as you suckle her exposed perky tits. “Fuck… so deep,” she groans, the pace relentless.

Rei steps close on one side, her fingers threading through your hair. "Look how strong Yujin unnie is~" she whispers sultrily against your ear. "You're just her toy now. Taking it so well."

Liz presses against Yujin's other side, soft and sensual. She kisses Yujin's shoulder, then his neck, her breathy moans cooing encouragements. "Yujin unnie... so hot... make him cum inside you... you're carrying him like he’s a baby… a baby that belongs there..."

In the background, Gaeul and Wonyoung keep cheering softly, clapping in time with Yujin's thrusts. "Yujin! Power! Lift him higher! Make him shatter!"

Yujin's pace quickens, her muscles on overdrive as she pistons you into her, her hips snapping forward to meet yours mid-thrust. You're shaking, each slam sending vibrations that edge you closer and closer to the inevitable. Yujin is no different as she yelps, her body tensing further with every passing second.

“Cum —” Yujin holds you in place, cock fully impaled in her as she cums, walls pulsing hard around you. A low moan escapes as you explode and flood her inner walls, her pussy clenching and milking you dry. She doesn’t drop you right away; instead, she lowers you slowly, still buried inside, and presses a teasing kiss to yout lips.

"Good chair," she murmurs huskily. "Still hard even after cumming deep in me."

She finally sets you down — your legs shaky — on the edge of the nearby vault table in the center of the room, your cock slick and aching for more.

The vault table looms in the center of the room with you on top, its padded top slightly inclined, wide enough for your entire body to lie flat across it like the helpless piece of furniture you’ve become. Sweat drips from your temples and your chest heaves heavily. Your cock twitches, coated in layers of the three girls’ combined release.

Rei’s eyes sparkle with delight as she notices where Yujin set you down. “Perfect,” she purrs, “Time to really break our VIP Chair in on the vault.”

The girls don’t hesitate. Their hands — gentle yet insistent — guide you onto your back along the padded surface. Your head hangs just slightly off one end, your dry and hoarse throat exposed. Your legs are spread wide, knees bent, and your feet dangle off the opposite side. The springy top of the vault table gives a subtle bounce beneath you, cushioning but offering no escape.