Birthday Blowout

“So, daddy—” Wonyoung starts, standing right in front of her birthday cake as a single candle flickers a few inches from her face. “What’s my first present going to be? Whatever I wish for will happen, right?”

You try not to roll your eyes on a day like this.

Meanwhile, Yujin’s toned arms wrap tight around your waist, chin resting right on your shoulder with a slight sway to her hips.

“Isn’t that what happens already, princess?”

Wonyoung ignores the comment and makes a silent prayer to herself, putting on that adorable pout that always works before blowing out the single flame in one quick puff of breath. When her eyes open and the smoke fades away, she looks at the pair of you, putting her arms out and hands open, staring at both of you impatiently.

“Presents,” she almost demands. “Now, please.”

Yujin, somehow stops clinging to you and steps forward with her signature confident saunter, planting a deep kiss on the birthday girl’s plump, lip-gloss coated lips.

“Happy birthday, princess.”

But that doesn’t satisfy her nearly enough, another pout when she doesn’t see something materialize instantly in the air. “Yujinnie, that isn’t a present.”

“My lips are the greatest gift in the world,” she replies, looking back at you for reassurance. “Wouldn’t you agree, daddy?”

“Most definitely. Those lips are something else. Dangerous, even.”

She looks back again at Wonyoung who seems a little disappointed, obviously waiting for something else. “Don’t worry, brat. I didn’t forget a real present.”

Pulling something out from around her neck, Wonyoung gets instantly excited by the sight. A small necklace, thin, silver with a tiny heart and a remote attached at the center, taking it right from Yujin’s hand with a surprised tilt of her head.

“What’s this?”

Yujin lets the obvious dangle, but not for too long, just enough to let the gears turn slowly in her head, how adorable the look is when she’s clueless.

“What does it look like, dummy? The key to your new car, of course. Since we apparently ruined your ferrari by fucking in it. Daddy won’t creampie me in this one, I promise…”

At least not to start with—

It takes a couple seconds to compute what she’s talking about, enough to light a spark and her mood changes, grabbing Yujin to plant her mouth on hers. “Fuck, you’re so hot—”

And that’s Wonyoung’s cue to be uncharacteristically tongue deep into Yujin’s mouth, while you lean back against the kitchen counter and admire the sight.

“I’ll break it in with daddy later. Tonight, maybe” she adds, planting one more wet kiss.

Wonyoung continues her liplock with Yujin, holding both arms tight around her body like she’s the most precious gift in the entire world. Until her attention is on you next, pulling you close between her and stealing a kiss, so the taste of Yujin gets passed onto your mouth. “Your turn, daddy—”

There’s that innocent look now, so similar and yet different when she pulls away from you, the expectant glint in her eyes when she bats her lashes in your direction. Behind your back, there’s a plain, white envelope in your hands, and a red lip print stain on the back, sealed with Yujin’s lips, still fresh.

“It’s from both of us. Mostly me, though,” you add, only to get a smack on the arm from Yujin. The seal on the envelope gets quickly broken, Wonyoung using a fingernail to tear right through it. Inside, there’s a pink ribbon, adorned with diamonds around the whole thing, shimmering brightly in the lowlight of the kitchen. She looks a little confused again, carefully running along the perimeter until she finds something attached, rolling it over in her delicate fingers.

“What’s this? What’d you guys do now?” The question lingers when she holds a key in between her finger and thumb, admiring it a second longer before looking back up.

“That, princess,” Yujin trails off, wrapping herself back around your body while the key twinkles in Wonyoung’s fingers. “Is to a secret little present. You can use it on daddy, or you can use it on yourself. Whatever you feel like.”

More confusion, that same clueless look with a smile slowly creeping up. “Handcuffs? Daddy, really? Y-you’ll let me use these? On you?” Feeling the cold steel between her soft skin she looks up, unsure whether she heard correctly.

Yujin just leans against your back and holds on a little tighter, laughing in your ear so her lips graze the side of your neck when she talks. “Of course you can. Use them to your heart’s desire. Here or anywhere else you feel like having fun. Maybe we can cuff him in the backseat of your brand-new car and use his cock like a toy—”

“Hey, nobody said anything about outside the apartment. That wasn’t part of the deal,” you try to protest, but don’t get very far when Yujin plants a deep kiss on the nape of your neck.

“Deal was we could handcuff daddy anywhere. Just forgot to tell you that,” Yujin fires back, pulling away and laughing a little more. Wonyoung gazes down at the key and puts the pink ribbon around her neck, dangling the cool steel just above her tits.

“It’s my birthday—so daddy won’t say no to that, will you?” Those innocent doe eyes narrow right on target, the same pouty lips to complete this perfect package. You look away and almost groan out loud, hearing Yujin’s familiar giggle just a few steps behind you.

“Of course, I won’t. Fine. But what do you mean we? Isn’t this just for Wonyoungie? The birthday girl?”

A scoff echoes, followed by the sudden sound of heels clicking against the tiled kitchen floor. Wonyoung approaches you and Yujin, a devious smirk that lets you know you aren’t getting out of this. “Did you already forget who else’s birthday is tomorrow, daddy?”

You’ve thought about nothing else. The box in your trunk and the gift wrap upstairs, everything bought a few weeks ago and tucked safely away. “Of course not. How can anyone forget a day that important?”

“Good,” Yujin replies, dragging nails across your chest when you crane your head over your shoulder, seeing the mischievous grin on her lips. “Maybe tomorrow then. After classes. We’ll find a nice, empty classroom, strip you down and lock you right up.”

And that doesn’t even put an ounce of dread in you, given what you’ve been through.

Tomorrow—that means spending the day dealing with the horny mess these two usually turn into, completely exhausting you before then.

“Lock the door, Yujinnie. Gonna enjoy our present together, right here,“ Wonyoung orders from her seat above the table, legs hanging off the edge, her skirt hiked up and thighs spread. Her heels already lie on the floor, one of those long legs stretched forward with her foot pressed firmly to your crotch.

You’re forced to endure it, arms restrained behind the back of a chair in the Chemistry lab while she cashes in her gift.

The handcuff key hangs delicately from the string of the pink, velvety ribbon, right above her chest where she wears it around her neck like a trophy. You’re not going anywhere, back against the closest wall, arms secured, not a chance to escape. Not that you would want to.

"Locked,” Yujin confirms, slamming the lock into place as soon as her hand turns. “Saw the janitor head home, should be just us for a good while. Nobody’s coming up here.”

Nothing but empty desks in the Chemistry lab, cabinets of supplies stacked high and scattered all around. Empty vials and test tubes cover several shelves, scattered all about the room. Yujin struts her way back to where both you and Wonyoung situate, hopping up next to the other girl and kicking off those dark black heels, hair all done up for class just a few minutes earlier.

“He’s so hard already,” Wonyoung says as her bare foot applies more pressure, rubbing against the bulge in your pants that gets so sensitive under her touch. You have no choice but to watch those pretty, perfectly pedicured, polished toes wiggle into your growing cock, unable to do little with arms behind your back and those fresh new handcuffs shackling both hands.

“I knew he’d be.” Yujin adds her foot against Wonyoung’s to stimulate further, curling around and pressing them harder together to get a little groan from your throat. “Poor thing looks so helpless—can’t even move, his huge, throbbing cock just begging to be sucked.”

All that attention on you gets your cock even harder, one foot on each side as they double team this tease, both giggling when they admire the pathetic look of defeat.

“Can’t touch us, can’t rip our clothes off, can’t get that hard dick in either our mouths. Can’t even suck our pretty little toes without permission,” Yujin teases, grabbing the other free foot of Wonyoung’s and shoving it into her mouth. “But I can. Can get these in my mouth as long as I want, and not a damn thing you can do about it, daddy.”

That’s what makes you moan a little louder, not both Yujin and Wonyoung massaging the length of your covered shaft, but the way those lips envelope two delicate toes and suck them, slathering all along, dark black nail polish a little glossy, getting soaked in Yujin’s drool.

“Don’t cream your pants before the fun begins, daddy,” Wonyoung says, moaning when Yujin’s tongue laps around the toes she’s playing with. Both feet now grind even deeper, driving your cock completely crazy, precum surely staining through your boxers at this point.

“Guess we should unwrap our gift then,” Yujin muses, and lets those toes slip from her lips, licking one last time along the soft sole of Wonyoung’s slender foot, an act that somehow seems more depraved than the rest.

And in the split-second before the assault on you starts, you see that look that only means trouble.

Wonyoung hops off and gets right in your lap, her fingers around the buttons of your shirt, as she pops it right open, tearing it as far as she can. Not one button remains intact as she runs a finger down your bare chest, letting the fabric hang by a shred.