Slave (ft. TWICE's Mina)

“Mm, you’ll do.”

“I’m sorry, Mina, what was that?”

“I said that you’ll do. Come here.”

You were at a photoshoot with TWICE’s Mina for Harper’s Bazaar, and you were the intern that was tasked with bringing coffee for Mina. Usually, you would leave the coffee outside of the star’s private dressing room, as was the protocol, but when you knocked on the door, you heard a faint, “Come in, bring the coffee.”

Mina looked even more gorgeous in person. You’d been a big fan of her band since debut, and this was your chance to meet your ultimate bias and talk to her, but you chose not to yet; she was still at work.

“Come, place it here.” Mina tapped the table softly, rotating her chair to meet your eyes. For a moment, you were starstruck - this was Myoui Mina in person, in front of you. You scanned her attire - choker (?), was that dress plastic? and chains from her choker down to the dress, with rings to secure the chains somewhere around maybe… mid-thigh area. There was a slit in the skirt that exposed all the way up to just above the knee. Her bare shoulders and arms were exposed to the cool air of her dressing room, and you could not help looking at the unblemished skin of her shoulders and arms, as well as her collarbones. She was barefoot.

You placed the coffee to the side, and Mina eyed you up and down, before she said, “Sit, let’s talk. Sit comfortably.” She gave you a small eye smile, and your heart raced at seeing it in person.

“I see you’re a fan.”

“Oh- uh… yes. How did you know?”

“You were so nervous and starstruck, it was cute.”

“Ah, er… thank you, Mina. You’ve been my bias since debut, ultimate bias even. I’ve been rooting for you through every era and I’ve loved all the work you’ve done, be it photoshoots, in your songs, stages, everything. I love your vocals, your elegance when you dance, your strength and bravery, everything.”

“Oh, thank you so much.”

When you stood to leave, Mina grabbed your wrist, making you turn back. “Mm, you’ll do.”

“I’m sorry, Mina, what was that?”

“I said that you’ll do. Come here.”

Mina led you by the wrist to the centre of her dressing room. You could see Mina’s shoulders tense and tight, and in a moment of no-use-the-brain, you pull your wrist out of her hand, and reach for her shoulders with both your hands, massaging them. Mina gasped, a beautiful sound that made you simultaneously want to hear more, and at the same time, stopped all your actions. “Fuck, sorry Mina, shit I didn’t mean t-”

“It’s okay, do it again.” Mina pulled your hands back to her bare shoulders before she dropped them, letting you massage her. She sighed in relief, letting herself enjoy your massage. For you, all you focused on was how you were massaging her, and nothing else. You kept at that for a while, before you felt Mina shudder a bit. You could hear her shaky breathing, but you ignored it, just focusing on the massage, until you stared at the floor-to-ceiling mirror she had in this dressing room. Shock mixed with awe, and arousal.

Mina, while you were massaging her, had her knees buckled, her eyes squeezed shut, her bottom lip bit. As your eyes trailed down her arm, it led you past her chest, her torso, and it ended… it ended with Mina having hiked her dress up to let her hand reach under the slit to her crotch, and her fingers seemed to be moving in circles as you massaged her.

“Mina! What-”

“Fuck, I-”

Mina shuddered in your hands, her knees buckling. You rushed to wrap your arms around her waist as her legs gave way, and you pulled her flush against your body, as Mina’s erratic breathing filled your ears. You felt your erection push against her ass. How did you not notice Mina was masturbating right in front of you? Mina kept writhing and squirming in your arms as she rode out her orgasm.

When Mina had sufficiently calmed down, you moved to let her go, but she began to grind against your bulge. You groaned, before moving back, and Mina whined at the loss of contact. “No!”

“Mina, what- huh?”

“I’m sorry intern, I was really horny and when you touched me I couldn’t control myself… let’s just forget this-”

“No, Mina.” You pulled her slick soaked hand, and plunged her fingers into your mouth, tasting her juices. When you’d finished tasting her, you commanded, “Since you said you’re so horny, show me.”

Mina stepped back once, pulling on the rings that held the chains on her dress. Her fingers reached for the material, and she pulled her dress up far enough for her to expose her bare pussy to you from under the dress, and her thighs stained with her slick. “Fuck, Master…” she whimpered.

“What was that, Mina?”

“Master…”

“Oh.” You smiled. Mina was a submissive, of course she would be. Your cock twitched, and you began to casually undo your belt and pants, fishing out your thick cock. You reach for the chain latched to her collar, and pull her in roughly. “Come here. You came, I didn’t. Solve that problem.”

Mina dropped what she held, and she walked over to you, kneeling down. She stroked at your erection, moaning at the feel of how warm it was, and how it pulsed in her hands with each of your heartbeats. The tip, red and swollen, had a light sheen of white, from the precum that had gathered. Mina’s tongue darted out to lick at it, making you groan.

“You’re my slave now, Mina. Suck.”

Mina wrapped her lips around your cock, slowly bobbing her head and taking you into her mouth. You moaned at the feel of her tongue lathering your length, and when she raised a hand to cup and play with your balls, you moaned, putting a hand onto Mina’s head. You gently rubbed at her cheek as she sucked your cock, her lipstick marking your skin.

Mina began to pick up speed, sucking your cock like the world depended on it. You moaned, before you grabbed at her ponytail, and yanked her head off your cock. Mina’s gasp of surprise, and the look of submission in her eyes popped ideas in your head.

“Thank me, Mina. Thank me for letting you suck my cock.”

“Thank you, Master! Thank you for the privilege of sucking your cock! You taste so good, Master!”

“Good slave. You can touch yourself while you suck my cock.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” Mina returned to bobbing her head on your cock, and you could hear the slick sounds of Mina’s hand fucking her own pussy. You reached for Mina’s hair, tied in a ponytail, and in a rush of power, you began to use it as a handle, as you moved to thrust into her throat.

Mina’s cry of protest was muffled by the sound of your cock forced down her throat as you began to fuck it. You moaned at how tight it was, and how she seemed to have no gag reflex. The warm cavern of her mouth felt perfect. A few sets of sounds were the only things that filled the room: your moans, Mina’s muffled groans, your balls slapping her chin each time you hilted, and Mina’s fingers plunging furiously into her depths with each thrust.

When you withdrew from her, you looked at the mess Mina was. Tear streaks with mascara, drool running down her lips and on her dress, sweat running down Mina’s forehead, and Mina’s ragged breathing.

“Strip. We don’t need you to dirty the dress.”

Mina couldn’t get naked any faster. Her dress was dropped and kicked aside. You had stripped yourself of all clothing as well, deciding to join her in naked glory. Mina had a really nice set of tits and a plump ass. You wished to be able to fuck it, but the need to fill her throat outweighed the desire for her pussy or ass. Maybe next time…

“Suck my cock, slave. I’m not gonna cum like that.”

Mina rushed to kneel, her lips wrapping around your cock once more. She bobbed her head hard, but you wanted more. “Not good enough,” you said, and you grabbed her ponytail once more, fucking her throat again. Mina had one hand on your thigh for stability, and the other fucked her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, and you knew she was close, like you were.

“Take my fucking load, slut.”

“Mmmgh, mmmb!” Muffled communication as a result of you being balls deep in her mouth and throat.

You forced Mina’s head onto your crotch, hilting yourself as your balls tensed, and you filled her throat with your semen. All you could see were flashes of white. There was almost no sound that you could hear, and the only sensation you had was the peak of physical pleasure. Underneath you, Mina had squealed before you came, and you felt gushes of liquid splash against your feet, as well as hear the liquid escape Mina’s orgasming cunt.

Mina took all your cum down her throat, falling to the ground after her intense orgasm. You were standing in a puddle of her squirt, and you could see Mina’s pussy still clenching, her hips still bucking slightly. She looked fucked out, and you fell onto the ground as well, after how intense your orgasm was. Both of you lay on the ground, catching your breath.

“Mina, are you okay?”

“Yes… thank you. I’ve been horny the whole day, and I really needed that.”

A knock sounded on the door. “Miss Myoui, you’re needed in ten.”