Not So Soft (3)

You’re living the best possible life anyone could possibly have. Being in charge of Twice’s concert and planning out an amazing time for the nation’s girl group, allowing you to see them on a near daily basis for the past few months.

You also get to be inside two of the members’ body, seeing it up close intimately, whether you are the one submitting or in control of your sexual escapades. You’re not and will never complain about your position on bed with these girls.

Normally, you are summoned by either Tzuyu or Sana right after a performance or when you return to the hotel, and today is no exception. You were called into Sana’s room this time, having spent the previous few after-concerts with Tzuyu. After all, Sana probably won’t dare go against the maknae’s wishes.

In your mind, you are glad that you get to take a break from Tzuyu, not that she is bad, but you needed to seek your own peak. And who else better to release your frustration on than Sana.

She stepped out of her room’s bathroom wearing an untied bathrobe, hair still wet probably from taking a shower. “Go take a seat on the bed, I need to dry myself.” You got comfortable, ridding your clothes and sitting patiently on the bed. If you were not so eager, you would have noticed the extra pair of shoe in the room. You would have seen the soreness of Sana’s wrist. And you would have heard a small whisper “This is going to be a rough night.” from a voice not belonging to the owner of the room.

Sana stepped out once more and innocently asked, “Y/N oppa! Before we start, I need your help, or rather I need you to help someone.” You were complexed. Is someone in trouble? Injured? If it is something serious, you should help. “Yeah, of course. I’ll do anything needed.” A sly smile crept onto her face. The kind that you normally don’t see on her off stage but on Tzuyu’s. Something’s wrong, you can feel it.

Sana leaned forward and kissed you, catching you off guard. You wrapped your hands around her waist but she grabbed it and pushed it to the back. In the nick of an eye, your hands were tied behind your back by a soft fabric and you were unable to get yourself out of it.

“You are welcome Dahyun. I’ll go sleep at your room.” Sana said her goodbyes after getting you in such a sticky situation. You wanted her to stay, or at least explain what is going on. Instead what you got was a shove onto the bed. You barely regained some sense of awareness before you were pressed to the bed and a tongue was trying to invade your mouth.

You turned your head to the side, trying to deny her access. “Stop! Dahyun! What are you doing?” She pressed down on your chest, leaning back, feigning some sort of innocence. “You say you’ll do anything needed to help.” She bit her lip and threw all sorts of ignorance out of the window. “After the concert, I always hear loud moans from Tzuyu and Sana, screaming how good your dick is in them.

And no matter how much I touch myself, how much the members help, I don’t get to have a good orgasm. You can help me right, Y/N oppa?” With you bound and pressed on the bed, you didn’t really have much of a choice. A girl is in need of a guy to help her, it will be rude to deny that. What’s more, you’ve experienced the extreme in Tzuyu and Sana before, how bad can Dahyun be?

In hindsight, the two girls you fucked had complete opposite personalities in bed.

But screw that, enjoy life while you can. You barely stuttered out a yes and she dived straight down again. Not for your mouth but for what’s below. She sucked your shaft with a sense of fascination, cementing her confession. Your hands would have guided her to suck your dick the way you like, but your hands were still bound.

It’s hard to compare the three girls’ oral skills. Tzuyu gave head with experience and with reluctance. She knows what makes men cum and will always do it, possibly to end the blowjob as soon as possible. Sana, on the other hand, was just eager for cum down her throat but does not know how to work for it. You had to teach her the intricacies of the act, which kind of diminished some of the fun.

Now, Dahyun was focusing on the tip, rarely going further than halfway. Instead, she used more of her hands, rubbing the exposed flesh fast and hard, not in the pleasant way though. It was too fast, causing too much friction. Her grip was also too hard, restricting the blood flow in my loins. The two combined led to too much pain and you felt like your dick is going to break.

Despite all of the concentrated pain, she was still smiling as you were squirming. She was enjoying seeing you struggle and in pain! After an eternity, she finally let go and removed her bathrobe. She then untied your hands which had its short period of freedom as she now has two identical white silk that I now see is used to tie one’s bathrobe.

Oh boy… You’re in an even worse position. Your arms were stretched apart each hand tied to separate corners of the bed frame. She whispered into your ear, “You are just going to lie down here like a good dildo. If you are good, I will untie you.” She sat back on your lap, teasing herself with your shift, moaning away and giving me a show.

You couldn’t do what you set out to do for the night. You needed a night to relieve myself with Sana, where you could more or less do whatever you wanted. Oh how you wanted to just fuck another horny girl, but now, you’re nothing more than a plaything, fulfilling your purpose as she lowered herself and began riding you.

“Yes! Yes! This is the best! This is as good as Tzuyu told me!” There was no filter on Dahyun anymore, not when there’s a big dick stuffing her below. This is not the girl that loves her fans, this is a woman that just wants dick. Her pussy was so tight and wet, wrapping around you as waves of pleasure struck. Her breasts bounced hypnotically, following the rhythm of her body riding you.

You were thinking about how well she hid her figure from the public and how you wanted to fully explore it before she was wrecked in an orgasm. “Oh fuck! This is good. Better than my dildos.” Her pussy got even wetter and thoroughly soaked your crotch. She grinded against you, slowly coming down from her high.

You were released from your restraints and your hands found itself wondering over Dahyun. You did what you promised yourself to do, feeling up each part of her body. Her milky thighs felt so soft in contrast with her behaviour.

She recovered in time and continued to ride you. This time, you held on to her hips and thrusted upwards in time for her downward push. You sat back up and nibbled on her neck to get an appetiser before going to her chest. You sucked and licked every inch, earning more cries of pleasure.

Dahyun pulled you away and moved your hands to her face. “Slap me.” The demand caught you off guard but yet you went through with it, slapping her beautiful face and leaving a red mark. “Ugh!” The groan told me that she liked it and you did it again and again. On one of the slaps, she cried out even louder and your lower body told you why. She came from the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body.

You were close too and wanted to push yourself over the edge. You gripped onto her waist and tried to flip her over. However, the small girl above you resisted and even got off. “Thank you oppa, but your help is no longer needed.” She threw your clothes onto your naked body and that made you so pissed off. After an hour of helping her relief herself, she doesn’t want to reciprocate. You put on your clothes and slammed the door on the way out.

In your room, you had to resort to jerking yourself off before this whole fiasco happened, just this time, you had a better mental image to help get off. Obviously, it would have been ideal to cum with a girl’s help.

As you cleaned up the mess, you were thinking about what you can do to get back at the girls. The last concert was two weeks later and you started planning your goodbye gift.