AWOL

“Surprise!,” the crowd of five cheered. You squinted your eyes, overcome by the loudness of their voices, and grabbed onto their arms to pull them in hastily – Haerin, Kyujin, Jiwoo, Eunchae, and Asa, in that order. You slammed the door shut before your neighbors could catch the commotion.

“You’re joking.”

“Nope!,” Eunchae offered you a box with a simple, pink-frosted cake in it.

“I–”

“Happy birthday, sir!,” Kyujin came in for a hug, the rest piling on.

“H-how did you–,” you struggled with a compressed chest.

“Jiwoo remembered you mentioning which bus station you ride from,” Asa giggled.

“And how did–”

“I remembered your birthday!,” Haerin smiled. “We gave you a cake last year too, remember?”

“Okay, can we–,” you struggled, squirming out of their arms.

“We missed you, sir!,” Jiwoo pouted. “You never dropped by the museum again.”

“I– sorry, it’s jus–”

“And you didn’t call us over after that night, sir,” Kyujin added.

“Well, that’s because–”

“Sooo, we’re here now!,” Eunchae clapped. “All together.”

“Can we all please,” you raised your voice, “take a seat?”

They let go of you, rattled and visibly distraught by the attitude you regretted expressing instantly.

“N-no, ladies,” you sat at your table, rubbing your temple. “I’m sorry. Genuinely, thank you. It’s just– it’s like, 11AM on the first day of winter break, and it’s 5 against 1 here.”

“But we really missed you, sir,” Eunchae pouted. The rest of them looked downtrodden as they sat around you: Kyujin on the table, Haerin and Jiwoo on the chairs near you, Asa on your lap, and Eunchae by your feet – all looking at you with sad puppy-dog eyes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that– argh,” you sighed in resignation. “Okay, okay. Seeing as you’re all… here, I assume we’re all aware of all the… the…,” you couldn’t bring yourself to mutter the profanities out loud.

“The sex?,” Asa chuckled.

“It wasn’t sex,” you defended hastily, “but yes.” They agreed with gladdened, reminiscent smiles.

“I genuinely thought those were one off things,” you continued. “Even when you rearranged my office, Kyujin and Haerin, because you started working at the university for real.”

“B-but we dropped by,” Kyujin pouted. “We were always waiting for you to ask.”

“Oh,” you replied. “And Asa, Jiwoo, you looked fairly alright when you gave that tour on your own!”

“We were looking for you afterwards to go out again,” Jiwoo pouted too. “We couldn’t find you.”

“Oh… sorry?,” you shrank in your shoulders. “Who organized this, by the way?”

Eunchae raised her hand. “After we saw you at the dorm, we were trying to guess who you might have gotten roped up with. Then we asked Haerin, and she told us about the connection, and then we all kinda met up together. Now we’re friends!”

“And you guys aren’t… fighting?”

“Of course not, sir!,” Asa clapped. “We even wanted to surprise you the day we found out. Because you were basically gone. And we missed you.”

“I see,” you nodded. “I’m genuinely sorry, girls. I really am.”

“It’s okay, sir!,” Asa cheered, kissing you on the cheek. “We’re here now.”

A smile slowly formed in your face, your chest warming up and your body relaxing.

“This is still weird, but… Thank you, girls. But also… my birthday is still tomorrow.” You stood up to show them the house, or what little of it you could. “Please, spend the rest of the day here? You’re very welcome here.”

“Actually, sir,” Jiwoo looked at you, eyes piercing into yours, “we wanted to stay over for the whole weekend.”

You hadn’t realized with your franticness and the jackets they hadn’t yet removed until this moment that they were all wearing identical, stereotypical school uniforms, and carried with them packed bags. The realization hit you like a truck: their coming together was not as innocent as you might have initially thought.

“This isn’t just about celebrating my birthday, is it?”

“We are celebrating your birthday, sir!,” Kyujin grinned. “Or rather… we’re celebrating daddy’s birthday.”

Asa and Eunchae pulled your wrists and started walking you to what they assumed was your room. Having assumed correctly, they sat you by the edge of your bed, all kneeling in front of you with expectant eyes.

“We missed you, daddy,” Haerin smiled. “Just say what you want today and it’s yours.”

You could feel yourself grin like a young boy – how could you not? – but a part of you wanted toy with the very apparent desperation bubbling in their bones.

“Okay,” you began, “then what if I told you I wanted lunch right now?”

“Told you we should have bought the maid costumes instead,” Asa sideeyed Haerin.

“We have all day, daddy,” Jiwoo smiled. “We can have lunch after we’ve caught up.”

“And what is there to catch up on?,” you taunted. “We can talk about anything you want.”

“We don’t want to talk, daddy,” Kyujin bounced in subdued frustration. “We– we want you.”

“I’m right here,” you said, crawling up the bed. “Show me what you wanna do. But lunch after.”

“Eunchae, order some food,” Asa commanded. “You’re the youngest.”

“B-but–”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think daddy’s going anywhere,” Jiwoo smiled. “We’ll leave some for you.”

Eunchae growled, then walked briskly out of the room to make a phone call. The rest stood up and crawled to the bed, smiles plastered all over their faces.

In mere seconds, the robe you hurriedly wore and the boxers you only had on before they knocked were now off you once again.

“Aw, daddy’s not hard yet,” Asa pouted at your manhood.

“But it’s so big still,” Kyujin remarked, and the rest laughed.

“Girls, come on now,” you teased. “Eunchae made this happen. Maybe we should wait for her.”

“I agree,” Kyujin replied, slowly wriggling your boxers back on.

“We’ll let her have daddy’s first kiss today,” Haerin suggested, and everyone agreed.

Jiwoo and Haerin went immediately for your bare chest, planting kisses all over your nipples and teasingly flicking their tongues over it. Your breath raced in an instant, the feeling tingly and unexpectedly arousing.

Asa and Kyujin went for an earlobe each, audibly sucking and tongues teasing its edges. Their breathing was steady, determined to elicit your reactions.

You grasped at whatever you could: Kyujin’s ass, Jiwoo’s hair, the bed – anything to release the tension of their pleasurable assault.

“You wanted this, daddy?,” Haerin purred, looking up at you with Jiwoo.

“I think he does,” Asa cooed, eyes looking down at your fully erect cock peeking underneath your boxers still.

Eunchae ran back into the room. “It’ll be here in about an hour,” she declared.

“Eunchae!,” Jiwoo grinned. “We waited for you.”

“Give daddy a kiss,” Haerin added, the two making space for her to crawl over you. Eunchae’s hair fell to the sides of your head, focusing your gaze onto her hungry eyes.

“Happy birthday, daddy,” Eunchae grinned, slowly lowering her lips onto yours. They were soft, careful, subdued; you could feel a latent aggression lying deep within her cheeks, her and the rest of them and their hands running all over your skin.

Eunchae’s lips left yours for a brief second, then came back down, deeper and harder. Kiss after kiss after kiss, the bed began to shift and creak as the rest crawled up and closer to your face.

“I want to kiss daddy too,” Asa admitted bashfully.

“Let’s all kiss daddy together,” Eunchae suggested, smiling coyly back at you. “Give him a preview of what we’ll do later.”

“Can you handle us, daddy?,” Haerin teased. “All five of us at once this time.”

You laughed heartily. “No.”

“Try your best, daddy,” Kyujin cooed, planting a kiss under your jaw.

Your face was smothered by the multitude of light smooches to the tune of five sibylline and touch-deprived bodies begging for you in unison. You attempted to crane your neck in every angle, trying to surface for air, but their breaths surrounded you on all fronts. Any turn of the head merely opened up more surface area for any one of them, and they coated those spots in spittled marks.

They whispered their yearnings in chorus: your lips, your hands, your tongue, your cock, your load. They didn’t fight over you, but it was a contest of how long they had your lips all to themselves. In mere minutes you felt your face coated in the musk of five warm, spit-covered mouths, and your erection pressed even harder against the fabric of your boxers.

“We’ll do anything for you, daddy,” Jiwoo moaned.

“We’ll take care of you, okay, daddy?,” Haerin giggled.

“Just stay still for us, daddy,” Kyujin reassured.

“We’ll treat you right so good, daddy,” Asa cooed in your ear.

“Can we have your cock now, daddy?,” Eunchae begged, joined in by the rest whispering “please, daddy” like a prayer in desperation.

Any hungrier and these girls might have ripped through your clothing at the weak nod you could call a go signal. You could feel hands grasp at the garter of your boxers, freeing it for real. The cool air of the room that washed over your skin below was replaced by the gentle touch of their fingers.

“You’re so hard, daddy,” Haerin smiled, crawling down with Jiwoo to pin your arms down, still licking away at your neck. Asa and Eunchae hopped off you and took your legs, one each, to lie on while they marveled at your manhood. Kyujin sat on your torso, the underside of her skirt revealing a soft and dampened pair of panties.

And then, the first mouth made contact with your cock. Whose mouth it was was a mystery, only made more cryptic with the addition of two more. Jiwoo and Haerin stayed with you, kissing you in turns while the other whispered in your ear.

On the other end – only discernible by the changes in temperature and the ever-changing sensation of lips massaging the whole circumference of your shaft – your manhood was made a toy passed from mouth to mouth. Not a second too long spent on any one alone; not a moment too brief to keep your stimulation constant.

“Daddy can’t even look at us,” Jiwoo giggled. “He’s enjoying himself so much.”

“Wouldn’t it be fun to make him guess who’s sucking him?,” Haerin suggested.

“What’s the punishment for that?,” Jiwoo replied, “no cumming yet or he owes us more?”

“You’re gonna kill me, girls,” you gasped, your cock entering another mouth fully.

“Let’s ask the girls later,” Haerin joked, before kissing you and Jiwoo together, tongues writhing and slipping between each other.

“Hey, you should join in,” Kyujin invited, turning around to stare at you.

“See you soon, daddy,” Jiwoo winked, turning around to join the ritual. Kyujin turned around fully again, her face now the one looming over yours.

“If all five of us go, you might actually die,” Kyujin giggled.

“Literally– mmh – said that,” you groaned.

Kyujin grinned. “Just wanted to kiss you for a bit, daddy.” She locked lips with you, passing on a distinctly funky taste on your lips.

“Is that how my…”

Kyujin shushed you. “Don’t think about it.” She leaned to your ear. “But yes, and we love it.”

She turned around again, looking back at you. “Are you ready, daddy?”

You couldn’t even respond; your tip felt the pulsating tonsils of someone’s mouth before you could.

You couldn’t even hear anything either – your ears rang as the pressure mounted quickly in your groin. You heard the faint chorus of giggling, but even the ceiling started to gray out.

In then out, in then out. You could feel your whole length passed around in a circle. No one mouth hogged it all for herself; you were theirs to share, and they shared with efficiency.

You could picture in your head the five of them in a circle, smiling and giggling as one of them took you in whole. You could feel their eyes follow it as it twitched, their musty breaths clouding the air between them, their mouths gaping open ready for their turn. Criminal that you couldn’t witness it for yourself, but how could you when their whole routine was so choreographed, so pornographic? To have done it any other way would have been impossible.

You frantically tapped the bed as you felt your release almost ready to burst through. Your breathing turned into loud moans that nearly countered their collective humming, as lips and tongues continued to stroke you from all sides. The tapping almost didn’t get noticed; too far gone were they in their giggling, their trance centered on your member.

You wriggled with all your might, prompting them to stop all at once. You bucked your hips into the air, fighting off every urge to use your free hands to stroke and finish all over their faces – a sight that would have beaten any artistic work ever imagined – until you settled down, heaving with all your chest.

The girls sighed, watching as a few thin white streams trickled down your tip. You could hear them hum expectantly, their breaths climbing.

“We want you so bad, daddy,” Eunchae peered over. “Need your cock so bad.”

“Maybe we’ll milk him today?,” Asa added. “So he can fuck us tomorrow.”

Without pause, your cock received another helping of spit, this time dripping from their mouths in thick drops that hung from long strings that slid down your length. Dainty fingers wrapped your cock, first three, then another. Two hands felt your balls each, and another massaged your swelling head with bare fingertips. They moved slowly still, yet the sheer volume of having five independently moving stimulants felt more complex than any sex toy could have possibly felt.

“Cum whenever you want, daddy,” Haerin called out.

“He sounds like he’s close,” Asa giggled.

“He feels like he’s close,” Kyujin gasped, one hand almost fully clasping your jewels.

“Cum for us, daddy, please,” Eunchae begged.

“Cum for us.” Over and over the words echoed in your tiny room like it was the prayer of a congregation. And worship they did, their movements slowly escalating in speed.

You practically screamed your orgasm out of you.

Rope after rope, spurt after spurt. You could feel it land everywhere on your bed, thick and gelatinous as it plapped onto your sheets and your belly. Some must have landed on their faces, which they yearned for more of as they continued to stroke you while you were sensitive. Perhaps, cock-drunk as they were, they had barely noticed your release, because their begging had not ceased. And how else better to finish you than to lick every stray strand and spot of load that did not make it into a mouth.

With how ravenously they lapped at you, that too served its own test of strength, forcing your every muscle to stay the fuck still behind gritted teeth, until they had licked you clean.

Asa and Eunchae crawled up to your face, giggling at the sight of your agape mouth and lolled eyes.

“Guess he couldn’t handle us,” Eunchae giggled. “That was only 40 minutes.”

“Only?!,” you craned your neck up. “I-I think I need a shower.”

Asa patted your head. “You did great, daddy!”

Everything felt like a physical exercise with how strained you were in the past hour. Your legs wobbled as you got off the bed, finding your footing, while Jiwoo, Kyujin, and Haerin giggled to themselves on the floor.

The bed looked like the aftermath of a storm, damp and wrinkled like it had rained inside your room. The outline of your labored back was left imprinted over a much more abstract globule that most likely came from your groin.

They, too, looked like they’d gone through that same storm. Hair frazzled and unkempt at weird angles, already minimal makeup faded out, but more importantly uniforms left dampened by sweat, spit, and whatever manner of fluid mixture that came about.

And your member, limp, exhausted, and empty, swung around as you hobbled to the shower, where the warm water felt more therapeutic than it ever had been.

Hopping out of the shower, you found the girls also changing out of the uniforms into much looser clothing – shorts, t-shirts, and what seemed to be nothing else. In fact, some of their clothing looked familiar.

“Hey, that’s my sweater, Kyujin,” you interrupted. “And Asa, I just washed that shirt.”

“They look really comfy, daddy,” Eunchae teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. But they’re staying here.”

Everyone congregated at the sofa, awkwardly standing in a row with plates in hand behind your couch while you sat alone. “Girls, ‘make yourselves at home’ is a very literal instruction,” you urged, and they filed in, taking a seat around you.

“So,” you began, seated at the sofa with lunch spread on your coffee table, “where did we leave off?”

The succeeding conversation covered just about everything else, specifically what everyone else was up to – Kyujin and Haerin’s graduate assistant work, Asa and Jiwoo’s new restoration gig, and Eunchae’s library woes – and a fuller explanation of how exactly they all came to know each other.

Not a single second went by that you were in isolation. Eunchae and Asa sat by your sides, hands resting either on your shoulder or your knees. Jiwoo, Kyujin, and Haerin sat by your feet, looking up at whoever spoke.

In the hour or so spent in conversation, your attention wandered to simple details: it was either the relaxation in their shoulders, or the stillness in their smooth legs, or how supply their shirts clung to their chests – which was the exact reaction they wanted. But above all those, what drained you was their attention: they stared at you like they were ready to pounce at you if you so much as sniffled. You weren’t quite sure you’d need to sniffle at all for them to pounce at you anyway, given the circumstances.

Were you falling for the honeypot? Increasingly so.

“God, you girls are a handful,” you sighed, attempting to pack up the dishes before being dragged back down.

“No work for you, daddy,” Kyujin smiled. “We got it.”

“Girls,” you chuckled. “I’m a grown man.”

“It’s your birthday!,” Eunchae lightly patted your arm.

“It’s tomorrow.” The complaint fell on deaf ears.

When lunch was over, you all sat in the same positions, chatting over a series idly played over Netflix. In reality, this was just another moment for the girls to have some more quality time.

Eunchae’s lips buried into your neck while she closed her eyes, its unassuming dryness making them bristle more so than glide over your skin. She breathed easy and softly like your scent was what she needed in her moment of need.

Asa sat quietly, leaning her head on your shoulder. Earlier she looked at your hand on her thin lap, moving to wrap your arm around her shoulders and pat your head. You absentmindedly ran fingers through strands of her hair, and she’d occasionally rub her cheek against your idle palm.

Kyujin clung onto your calf, her grip embracing it like she were hanging on to it off a ledge. Her cheek on your exposed knee molded against its bumps, and she would shift her position while leaving it fastened, like it anchored her.

Jiwoo, on the other leg, rested her smooth arms and chin on your thigh. She was still, the warm, steady breaths cut by sharp bursts of air that were the only indication she hadn’t drifted off to sleep while watching the movie.

And Haerin sat between your legs, your hand rested on the top of her head. You lightly scratched her scalp, petting as you could feel her sink her head into her shoulders in enjoyment.

If there was any tension in the moment, then it was only from the collective of five different metaphorical rubber bands slowly stretching thin. Time slowed, not to a grinding halt but enough that the minutiae of being surrounded and held so affectionately started to slowly coalesce.

You looked to Eunchae, who giggled. You looked to Asa, who puckered her lips teasingly.

You breathed in deeply, then out. The five looked at you with warm concern.

“You’re all particularly touchy today,” you sighed. “And it’s… cute. Frustrating, even.”

“Frustrating how, daddy?,” Asa raised an eyebrow.

You sideeyed her. “You girls gave me the best blowjob of my life a few hours ago, and here you are all pretending you don’t wanna do it again.”

Jiwoo bit her lip. “Is it that obvious, daddy?”

“Yes.”

Eunchae kissed your cheek, closer to your jawline. “Do you want us to stop pretending, daddy?”

That was it.

You held your breath, looking down at Eunchae. Asa did the same, prompting your attention towards her.

“Hey!,” Kyujin whined, climbing up to lean on your thigh and stare you down with a scowl. “I want your attention too.” Jiwoo and Haerin looked up at you too, bodies fully turned towards you.

You chuckled. “Girls. Calm down.”

“But daddy,” Haerin whined, now under Kyujin’s head, “we want you.”

Jiwoo’s hand snaked up onto your erection, there since the first hand touched you. “Don’t you want it too?,” she cooed. Haerin and Kyujin’s hands joined her, the feeling travelling up your abdomen and out of your chest.

“You’re actually going to kill me. I’m gonna get eaten alive.”

“Maybe,” Haerin shrugged. “But we can’t help it, daddy. We’ve wanted this so bad.” She leaned in slowly, meeting your lips with caution and care. Your focus was locked into Haerin’s lips, slowly gliding over yours. Jiwoo leaned in to push Haerin aside slowly, also locking your lips with hers. Asa and Eunchae planted a few soft, heavily subdued kisses on your cheeks too, and you tensed up until your whole torso shivered.

It took a mighty amount of restraint from all sides to pause. The five were now almost cheek-to-cheek, surrounding you until the screen and the sunlight were fully blocked.

“One last for daddy, okay, girls?,” Eunchae smirked, all five of them on the floor as they pulled your cock free from your boxer shorts.

It felt like a hammer fell down – or perhaps, like your length, jerked up – when it flicked against your waistband. The girls were absolutely smitten, staring at it with yearning eyes and eager mouths.

“Daddy’s cock,” Kyujin sighed. “Still so big.”

“I love it so much,” Jiwoo smiled.

“How do you wanna do this, girls?,” Eunchae asked.

“Ladies–”

“I want his balls,” Haerin bit her lip.

“I’ll join you,” Asa giggled.

“Can we switch later?,” Kyujin asked.

“Ladies–”

“Relax, daddy,” Eunchae shushed you. “We’re just taking care of you.”

“And you get to watch this time!,” Kyujin grinned, kissing your tip.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jiwoo laughed, urging Eunchae to join her in licking your tip.

Just like that, five mouths came down upon your manhood once again.

How does one elaborate on such a moment? Detailing what each one of them did would make it appear they were five mouths doing their own things; highlighting the feeling would ignore just how hypnotizing the audiovisual masterpiece of glistening lips and tongues around your dick was.

But as Kyujin swirled her tongue over your head, Eunchae and Jiwoo slid their lips across your shaft, and Haerin and Asa sucked on your balls hard, you could only feel the paralysis of pure and peaking bliss. That they swapped around so easily – Kyujin replacing Asa, then Haerin with Jiwoo, then Eunchae with Kyujin, and so on – made it harder to focus on any of them as an anchor.

You were reduced to mumbling and shaky heaving from the overwhelming feeling on your balls, your head, and all sections of your shaft licked and sucked with gusto and coordination. And though you could feel your cock physically ache from earlier, you could barely keep yourself together with their collectively masterful control of your arousal.

“F-fuck, girls, s-slow– fu-uck …”

The swarm of lips and tongues crashed again into your groin like a wave on a barrier. Their full force still came over you, determined to squeeze what little you had left for the day. It felt so overwhelming not because they had become so brazen or daring – the collective obedience, the collective need for your manhood was in and of itself a force almost unstoppable, purely domineering.

Though your eyes were shut in exhaustion, you could tell from the giggles and the unmistakable sound of kissing that they were having fun with the coordinated chaos.

“Daddy, please cum for us,” Asa sighed.

“We’ve been good,” Kyujin mumbled, your cock still in her mouth. “Right, daddy?”

“F– yes,” you groaned, struggling to hold on to a head, a fistful of hair, to no avail.

“Look at us, daddy,” Kyujin begged, directing your gaze to all of their eyes and tongues pointed at one thing and one thing only: your dick.

You could feel your balls squeeze out their painful last, and you groaned and ground your teeth. “Gonna cum.”

They leaned in closer, waiting patiently and licking until it was too late to clench up and mutter a warning.

The first spurt was heavy, the second one heavier. Each spray landed on a face – one for each girl, stopped only by the sheer force of your intent to keep this going as long as possible. Each spurt yielded a light squeal from the five, remarking at how heavy your release was, and you could feel how absolutely spent you were with the deep ache in your core.

When you craned your neck down, the sight was picturesque: their faces were glazed in small globules of stray semen, mostly glistening with still-fresh spit. Their hair was in shambles, likely from rubbing up against each other and the sheer heat that emanated between your legs. Their smiles were wider than they’ve ever been, even if the smudged makeup might say otherwise. Back to where they were earlier.

And, of course, your erection, which twitched as you witnessed their spectacle.

“Still so hard, daddy,” Kyujin gasped.

“D-daddy,” Jiwoo gasped, “we’re drenched.”

“We want to make you feel good, daddy,” Eunchae moaned.

“We wanna empty your balls, daddy,” Asa added.

“Daddy deserves it, doesn’t he?,” Haerin grinned,

You spent the next less-than-ten minutes catching your breath, each of them occasionally breaking the lull with kisses on your legs or your shoulders.

“You haven’t cum in days, haven’t you, daddy?,” Eunchae teased.

And she was right: the flash of days passing by busy reading through essays and lesson plans had you unable to so much as rub one out. That explained both the volume and haste.

“It’s… it’s been a week.”

“Are you sure you aren’t drained yet, daddy?,” Kyujin continued, climbing onto your lap. You could feel your sore shaft pulse itself into hardness, and Kyujin giggled upon noticing it.

“We aren’t done yet, are we?,” Eunchae pouted.

“I can go for round 3,” Haerin added, coming up over Kyujin’s shoulder.

“Me too,” Jiwoo added, joining Kyujin on another lap. “Daddy looks ready.”

Asa pulled your face to her by the chin. “What’s it gonna be?,” she whispered.

“F-fuck, you’re all crazy,” you heaved. “No more. I’m tired.”

“Aww,” they collectively groaned.

“But daddy, you haven’t even seen us naked,” Haerin begged.

“Or fucked us,” Asa pouted, reiterating her earlier point. The thought was very convincing.

“You said tomorrow,” you bargained, “so we’ll– we’ll do it tomorrow.”

“Does that mean, no more…,” Jiwoo pondered, “no more kisses?”

“I wanna keep kissing you, daddy,” Eunchae leaned closer to your cheek.

“Pleaaase,” Kyujin begged.

“Yes, yes,” you acquiesced, “just… holy fuck, give me a break first.”

The girls laughed heartily, lips coming all over you once again, your face passed around once again. This time, you could hear them whisper “I love you”s with every kiss.

Tomorrow will be quite the test.