Tzuyu gets a crazy birthday gift
Tzuyu stepped into your home with one thing on her mind.
"Wolf." She said it to the empty living room, already moving toward the sound of activity deeper in the villa.
She found you at the stove. Back turned, one hand braced on the counter, the other working a pan. Those pants — the dark ones that sat low on your hips in a way she had mentioned, exactly once, made it very difficult to think — did not help her situation at all.
She stood in the doorway and watched you for a moment. The smell of bread, tomatoes, and cured meats hung warm in the air. The ache in her chest — the one that had been sitting behind her ribs since sometime around noon — loosened just slightly, the way it always did when she was near you.
Just near you. That was the thing she could never fully explain to anyone.
The timer on the oven ticked. You shifted your weight to the other foot, unaware of her. She watched your shoulders move.
The ache sharpened again. Her desire reached a fever pitch.
She crossed the kitchen without deciding to.
You felt her before you saw her — the way her arms folded around you from behind and her face pressed into the curve of your shoulder, not gentle, not polite, with all the subtlety of someone who had been holding themselves together for several hours and had finally run out of reasons to keep doing so.
"I need you," she said. Her voice was quieter than usual. That was how you knew she meant it.
You turned away from the half-assembled pizza.
When you turned around, she was already there, closer than expected, eyes dark and a little unfocused in the way that made coherent conversation functionally impossible. She kissed you before you had fully registered the expression on her face — her lips dragging along your cheek, the corner of your jaw, finding your mouth with the particular graceless urgency of someone who had stopped caring about being smooth approximately thirty minutes ago.
Your hands found her waist.
She pulled back just enough that her lips were still grazing yours, her arms looped over your shoulders, her eyes asking a question she had already decided the answer to.
You smiled at her.
"You're home early."
Tzuyu made a sound against your mouth that was not quite a word. Her kisses had become less a sequence of events and more a general policy — continuous, overlapping, only nominally aimed. You let her. You leaned against the counter and let her press into you and thought, not for the first time, that there was something quietly extraordinary about being someone's first stop.
"Bedroom," she said. "Now. Talk later."
You slid out of her grip long enough to put the last pizza into the oven. Then set the timer. Eighteen minutes.
"Okay," you said, "but when that goes off, we stop. I'm not letting your dinner burn."
She pulled back to look at you. Her hair was slightly disheveled from her own doing. Her expression suggested she had processed approximately forty percent of what you said.
"Yes," she said. "Okay. Sure. But now, Wolfgang—"
You laughed. She didn't wait for you to finish.
Tzuyu damn near drags you into the room, as she strips her tanned body, filling your field of vision. You drink in every sensual curve and seductive gaze.
“Come on,” she whines as you hurried to get undressed.
You approach but her eyes are locked on your cock. “Fuck! Impale so I can think straight,” the tour had me so horny and I need you to just fuck me smart again.” You laugh as you crawl to her. Your hands wrap around her waist as she locks eyes with you. She smiles and says “Please fuck me!”
You slide into Tzuyu…well you attempt to. She is tight like a vice.
“Fuck just slam it in!” Tzuyu moans needy,
And you say “Chewy I can barely slide in you’re so tight,”
Undeterred and stressed from not having her needs met Tzuyu locks her legs behind you and forces you inside. The overwhelming feeling of friction between the two of you sent you both over the edge
“chewy!” You groaned as she moaned your name.
Due to the intensity of the release you both collapsed on the bed. The two of you stayed there until the timer went off and you got up to take out the pizzas.
You walked to the oven with Tzuyu still following you. You took out the pizza and said, “The almost birthday girl gets the first slice,”
Tzuyu smiles as she takes the slice from you and she makes an exaggerated bite letting the hot cheese slide down her bare chest. She smiles and takes a finger to the cheese to her chest staring at you, then licking her finger seductively. You harden then you get behind her and slide into her.
Tzuyu smiles then moans as she is filled with you.
You don’t even try to go slow or go for her pleasure, as you fuck her, but Tzuyu loves it when you use her like this.
His thighs and ass jiggle with each thrust as you desperately try to plunge into her deeper. She leans into your body and kisses you saying “fucking break me! I need you to break me. Fucking ruin me,” she begs in between thrusts.
You groaned and in between thrusts, said, “Don’t worry I’ll do just that” you said as you fucked her tight pussy. As you do you spank Tzuyu… something you have never done. Tzuyu screams and cums from it so hard she squirts all over your floor.
Seeing this only eggs you on as you finish inside her. As you pull out Tzuyu whines “No, no keep it in!”
You indulge her as you soften inside her.
“So almost birthday girl what do you want for your birthday?” You ask
Tzuyu groans as she feels you begin to harden again before she turns to face you.
“I want you and Momo! I want you both with me for the entire day. I want you to fuck her, then you and her fucking me, then just her and me while you watch. Then me and you then all of us together masterbating each other. I want us to be naked and free to use the whole day,”
You slowly thrust inside of Tzuyu she cums as she leans into you. The lusty haze she’s been under is finally abating as you slowly claim her pussy again.
Tzuyu laughs and says, “You’re so greedy,”
You laugh at saying “hey,” in between a low thrust “you’re just as greedy as me,” Tzuyu smiles at you as you thrust into her a few more times before you paint her guts white. She smiles as the two of you sit down on your couch while you both eat a slice of pizza. Your dog Mozart lies in his bed.
He looks up at the two of you, unimpressed then goes back to sleep.
“So me and Momo?” You ask.
“Yep, I want us all to have a fun date day together,” Tzuyu says
You raise an eyebrow then ask“Are you saying you want to open up the relationship to Momo or you just want to sleep with her,”
Tzuyu smiled coyly and said, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
You were parked outside the JYP building at eleven-forty, engine idling, watching the security booth, and trying to decide if the convenience store across the street was worth the walk.
You decided against it. They were probably already on their way down.
Ten minutes later, the lobby doors opened.
Tzuyu came through first — Kaya tucked under one arm, Butter trotting alongside her on a leash she was only nominally controlling, weekend bag slung over her shoulder like she’d done this a hundred times. Behind her, Momo emerged with Boo under one arm and Dobby’s leash in her other hand, both of them clearly having a spirited disagreement about the direction they wanted to walk.
You got out of the car.
“The whole family,” you said, watching Dobby attempt a hard left toward a planter.
Tzuyu smiled at you — the quiet one, the one she only used when she was tired and genuinely glad to see you. She handed you Butter’s leash and kissed your cheek. You took the leash, the bag, and then crossed to help Momo corral Dobby back toward the car before he committed fully to the planter situation.
“He does this every time,” Momo said, in a tone that suggested she had made peace with it.
You loaded the bags into the trunk while the girls loaded the dogs. Front seat: Tzuyu, Kaya, and Butter, who immediately pressed her nose against the window. Back seat: Momo, Boo, and Dobby, who had apparently forgiven you for interrupting his exploration and settled immediately into Momo’s lap.
You got behind the wheel. Looked in the rearview. Looked at Tzuyu.
“Full family integration,” you said.
Both of them nodded like this was perfectly reasonable. You pulled out of the lot.
The drive home was quiet in a good way. Momo was half-asleep against the window before you hit the highway. Tzuyu had her hand resting on your knee, watching the city pass, Kaya curled on her lap with Butter wedged in against her hip. You didn’t feel the need to fill the silence.
It was eleven minutes past midnight by the time you parked.
“Happy birthday,” you said, quietly, without looking at her.
Tzuyu turned to look at you. You were already getting out of the car.
You carried both bags up. The girls carried the dogs. Tzuyu unlocked your apartment with the spare key you had given her two months ago and pushed the door open, stepping aside to let Kaya and Butter down onto the floor.
They bolted.
Not in any particular direction — just away, covering as much ground as possible in the first thirty seconds, noses working overtime on the baseboards, the couch legs, the kitchen threshold. Dobby slipped out of Momo’s arms and joined them. Boo remained in Momo’s arms, surveying the chaos from a position of dignity.
Then the dogs went still.
Mozart appeared in the hallway.
He moved the way he always moved — slowly, with the particular unhurried quality of something that had decided a long time ago that urgency was not worth the effort. He was enormous. He was also clearly half-asleep, his expression communicating less wariness than mild inconvenience at having been woken by the sound of smaller creatures.
He stopped. Looked at them.
Boo, Dobby, Kaya, and Butter looked back at him.
Nobody moved.
Then Mozart sighed — an actual, audible sigh — lowered himself to the floor with the gradual inevitability of a building being demolished in slow motion, and closed his eyes.
The smaller dogs took approximately four seconds to process this before dispersing back to their exploration like nothing had happened.
You set the bags down.
Tzuyu and Momo were both staring at Mozart. Tzuyu with the particular look she got when she couldn’t decide if something was funny or concerning. Momo had her head tilted.
“Is he okay?” Tzuyu asked.
“Yeah.” You looked at him for a moment. He hadn’t moved. “He’s always been like that. Lethargic. Fluffy. I have a video of him as a puppy just… sitting there while the other dogs ran around him. Same energy.”
Momo looked at Mozart. Then at you. “He’s your dog,” she said, as if this explained something.
You decided not to examine that.
By half past midnight, the bags were in the room, the dogs had negotiated some kind of territorial understanding without your involvement, and Mozart had relocated to his usual spot at the foot of the bed with the quiet authority of a dog who had been here first and intended everyone to remember it.
Tzuyu was already under the covers. Momo was somewhere behind you brushing her teeth. Kaya had claimed the left side of the pillow.
You looked at the arrangement. Then at Mozart, who looked back at you with the profound calm of something that had no concerns about anything.
“Happy birthday,” you said again, softer, from the bed.
You turned off the light.
Same approach as before — paced the arrivals slowly so the warmth of the scene has room to land, gave Mozart a proper entrance, and let the “he’s your dog” line from Momo do the quiet comedy work. The birthday callback at the end is small but it closes the scene with the right weight. quick chaste shower. Tzuyu insists that Momo and you sandwich her in your massive bed.
The three of you crash not too much later you all say goodnight to each other then you say “ happy birthday Chewy”
You drift into dreams of racing until you’re woken up by the sound of something smacking. You look at the clock and see it’s only 2am. Your eyes focus and you realize that smacking sound is kissing as you look over to your girlfriend and Momo making out. You laugh at first then smirk they break their impassioned lip lock finally noticing you. Tzuyu is flushed while Momo is red from blush.
“Sorry I woke up horny,” Tzuyu started you kissed her and Momo’s forehead
“You ready now?” You asked they both blush and nod as the race to divest themselves of clothes begins.
You have Tzuyu stack on top of each other encouraging them to make out.
They eagerly comply.
You line yourself up with the birthday girl and slide in. She groans. You slowly slide in and out of her slick sex.
You go for ten strokes then shift to Momo who is viciously tight. She moans at the unexpected but welcome intrusion. You barely get 5 strokes and a slap of her ass before you go back to Tzuyu.
As you alternate you watch Tzuyu sucking on Momo’s generous breasts the sight is both wholesome and erotic so much so that you don’t even realize how close you are.
You get lost watching them and your orgasm hits you like a deer in headlights. You unload into Tzuyu and she gives you an evil smirk.
“This is gonna be a long day” you think to yourself
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