Sticky Sweet

“You’re coming with us.”

That is precisely how they phrase it. No ‘please,’ no 'if you want to,’ not an ounce of consideration. “I don’t even like clubs—”

“And?” Yujin interrupts, lifting a finger up to press against your lips to silence you. “This is non-negotiable.”

“What if I had other plans tonight?”

“When have you ever had something planned that didn’t involve either of us?” Wonyoung asks as she finishes applying mascara on her other eye. The two stare you down, arms crossed and unwilling to take no for an answer.

“Exactly,” Yujin says as she disappears into the walk-in closet, returning a few moments later with two very different dresses. “Be ready in an hour.”

That’s how you find yourself here.

You can hardly hear yourself think over the deafening music, blaring so loud you can feel it through the floorboards of the club these two finagled you into.

But you couldn’t miss the chance for these two girls to show off, heels and tight dresses and heavy makeup, expensive jewelry dangling from their ears. Impossible for them not to be the center of attention the moment they step through the door, avoiding this massive line stretching down the sidewalk simply by flashing a smile to the bouncer, being let right through.

You’re pretty sure these two could get out of almost anything with the right facial expression. Just a raise of an eyebrow and a flutter of those luscious lashes, and their wish is everyone’s command.

Once the three of you find a booth in the private VIP section, Yujin waves over a server, ordering two bottles of their most expensive champagne without even batting an eye at the price. “Can’t believe daddy actually came along,” Wonyoung shouts across the table. “Like, actually went to a club with us.”

“Like he could ever resist us. All it takes to convince him is a slutty dress like this,” Yujin says as she gives this little grin, that confident stare she’s mastered over time. “And maybe the promise of fucking me in the bathroom if he’s lucky. Right, daddy?”

The two of them giggle, already working on their first glass of champagne while scooting in close. It’s a cozy enough booth, enough space that you’re all able to slide in on one side, bare thighs brushing against yours and leaving no gaps between any of you.

On your right, Yujin in this elegant white dress that matches the pearls hanging from her neck, the hem flirting past her hips. And to your left, Wonyoung in this tight, form-fitting black dress with sparkling gems that hug her curves, her long legs crossed so you can see every inch of them.

“Daddy could never say no to getting his dick wet,” Wonyoung says as she tilts her head back, gulping the last of her first glass and sets it down. Yujin laughs at that, almost spitting out her drink.

She’s not wrong.

“It’s too fucking loud in here,“ you complain, desperate to change the topic as you look around the VIP lounge.

"Daddy’s getting old,” you hear, and it’s Wonyoung, of course, who says that while pouring another glass. And you know she’s mocking you, that look of faux innocence that earns a giggle from Yujin beside you. “Or maybe you’re just used to listening to my screams and not anything else.”

Yujin nearly drops her glass at Wonyoung’s brazen remark and doubles over with laughter.

It’s only after the first bottle is almost depleted, that you switch to a couple rounds of shots, with Yujin pouring one down your throat as Wonyoung makes quick work of a margarita, before you even think about getting on the dance floor.

That’s the excuse you’ll give for these two to grind up on you without hesitation in this packed sea of bodies, hands groping every bit of you they can, cupping your crotch while you return the favor and grab their tight asses, kissing both girls without giving the least amount of care for onlookers.

And you’re definitely the luckiest person in here right now.

Almost better when you’re not part of the main action, having your two favorite girls get all handsy while you watch. Seeing Wonyoung take the lead is always a delight, fingers running through those silky strands of Yujin’s long, jet-black hair, holding her firmly in place as she dives in for a sloppy kiss, pushing her tongue in deep for more than a few moments.

You’re not left staring for long. Wonyoung isn’t afraid to pull you back in with a tight yank of your collar as she slips her tongue into your mouth without hesitation, the alcohol on her breath lingering.

Yujin’s next to follow, biting your ear and whispering all the dirty things she wants you to do tonight, getting her tongue in the mix with Wonyoung, eager to swap saliva back and forth with either of you.

But Wonyoung isn’t content to let her give all the attention, snaking behind you to suck on the exposed skin of your neck with those full, pouty lips that devour you. Her hands wander along your body, sneaking under your shirt, traveling wherever she pleases.

Yujin is equally relentless, licking and nibbling at your skin until she turns around to grind her hips, pushing that delicious ass on the bulge trapped by your pants. As if you needed a reminder of how turned on you are, your dick hardening with each move they make.

“Daddy’s getting a little worked up, isn’t he?” Wonyoung murmurs into your ear, leaning forward while the two get a handful of your crotch, and she’s not wrong. Two sets of nimble fingers squeeze and stroke along the outline in your pants, so needy, so wanting, and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly you’ve gotten hard, with little chance of hiding it in public.

“Need another fucking drink,” you growl, knowing the last thing you need is them riling you up this much in a crowded space, not that you’re going to stay on the dance floor much longer. Making a beeline toward the nearest bar, the two don’t stop with all the attention, clinging to your side as you toss back a double shot, hoping the burn will distract you.

It won’t.

“There’s a bathroom upstairs,” Wonyoung says so quickly she almost swallows every word, clearly as needy as you are when she yanks on your wrist. “Come on. Both of you. Now.”

In a blink, she’s dragging both you and Yujin away, which only makes the alcohol hit harder as the anticipation builds. She shoves you both inside, shutting the door behind as quickly as possible, the lock clicking in place to let the magic begin.

But you’re happy to let them start without you, as Wonyoung wastes no time shoving Yujin against the sink for another drunken, heated kiss, purses thrown aside on the counter. The thud of Yujin’s back hits the sink hard enough for her to groan, as the younger girl grabs her by the waist to draw her body tight, narrowing the distance while she shoves her tongue between those soft, willing lips.

Watching them devour each other is almost as intoxicating as the alcohol, and you’re content to stand back and enjoy the show, listening to Yujin’s throaty moans and needy sighs as the two lock lips, tongues exploring with impatience.

The two go at it, Yujin with that tight, low cut dress riding up and showing off a sliver of her perfect ass, her black lace thong doing nothing to hide. Wonyoung right beside her, squeezes every bit of ass she can get her hands on, both of them moaning into their kiss and almost completely oblivious to you, the youngest still having the lead this time.

That’s until Wonyoung beckons to get involved with a finger, calling you closer. “Don’t just stand there and watch like an idiot, daddy. If you’re gonna stare, at least touch, too.”

Not an easy invitation to refuse as you step closer to join this scene that’s all tongue, lips and saliva. Your fingers trail up along Wonyoung’s bare skin, and you can’t help but kiss the curve of her shoulder, working a hand along her hip until you find one of her smooth inner thighs underneath that short dress.

Nothing in the world can distract Wonyoung at a time like this, grabbing your hand and shoving it right against the crotch of her panties with little thought, her body grinding on your fingers. The panties soak through in what feels like seconds as she groans into Yujin’s lips from how you start to toy with her cunt, just grazing against it with each stroke, the wet fabric coating your fingertips with ease.

“Poor daddy must be so hard,” Yujin coos, getting close enough for her perfume to linger as her hands wrap around the back of your head. Like she doesn’t know that already when giving your hair a gentle tug,and crashes her lips into yours, tongue forcing its way in.

And while she claims your lips, Wonyoung helps ease the stress on your dick, creating friction from outside of your pants.

Now you’ve got Yujin’s taste in your mouth, and this needy girl on her knees as she takes care of unfastening everything holding your cock hostage in these tight pants. Her long fingers pull at your belt buckle, quickly shoving your pants down to the bathroom floor, until your clothed cock meets her hungry gaze. With a lick of her lips, she runs her hand along every inch, a grin appearing as she gives a firm squeeze through the fabric that causes a muffled groan.

“Mm, must need this cock sucked so bad,” Wonyoung says, digging fingertips into your boxers long enough to tear them off with a forceful tug. And the moment your cock is freed, she gives the attention you so badly crave, a tight grip around the base while her lips plant the first of many wet kisses.

“Good thing you’re already on your knees then, slut,“ Yujin adds, chuckling before Wonyoung steals another taste, tongue flicking against your leaking slit as she pumps slow and steady. “Sucking off daddy is what our little brat is best at, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t agree more. There’s hardly any music to distract you through the bathroom walls, bass reduced to a dull thump that makes it easier to drown in every little sound filling the room. Yujin bites on your bottom lip, bringing you into another wet, sloppy kiss, the taste of liquor so prominent on her tongue. And during that kiss, you groan into her mouth when Wonyoung wraps her full lips around your cock, slurping it down with little difficulty.

“This is why we keep her around,” Yujin giggles while she wraps her arms around you, tracing her tongue up your neck. Wonyoung responds by sliding her lips farther down along the length of your dick, still stroking, leaving you unable to do much else but groan as you’re engulfed in that hot, velvety mouth.

” Mmmph,“ and that’s all you can really hear as she swallows you down, warm mouth so sloppy, cheeks hollowed, head bobbing like there was never any other option but to take your entire length.

Yujin’s right there, a distraction as much as encouragement, whispering whatever filthy things she can think of, whatever it takes to keep you rock hard while Wonyoung works her magic. It’s hypnotic, the way Wonyoung bobs her head, getting so deep with ease, the wet heat of her throat as she takes these deep, hungry strokes that echo as her lips move to the base of your cock, a combined effort all doing their best to unravel you.

“ Fuck, princess—“

And that’s all you can really do as she bobs her head so desperately between your legs, almost seeking approval.

“Must feel so good, daddy. Our greedy little cocksucker loves it,” Yujin says, smirking as she dives back into another liplock, all lips and tongue and the occasional nibble of your neck. “Spit on that fucking cock, princess. Show us what a messy little whore you’ll always be.”

It’s almost a miracle Yujin even gets out the entire sentence with how much Wonyoung is moaning on your cock.

Whatever thoughts Wonyoung had prior vanish on the spot—unable to resist those kinds of commands. Not a lick of hesitation as she spits on your slick shaft, rubbing it in while you two watch, and she does it again and again, so damn eager to get her warm saliva dripping all over you.

You’re more than thankful for the extra attention, because now Wonyoung takes the chance to pin your hips against the bathroom counter, getting nice and deep with the entirety of your dick shoved into her mouth.

“God—that bratty fucking mouth feels so good,” you manage when Yujin lets you come up for air, lips licking up your neck once more.