“Hey, I’m Da-”
“-Buzz,” Chaeyoung interrupts, even as you accept the young man’s offered handshake, clasping your hand awkwardly around his and giving it a weak shake. You knew full well who he was, even before he decided to go through the formality of introducing himself - or at least, attempting to.
“His name is Buzz,” Chaeyoung stresses, turning to you with a sharp look in her eyes and a thinly veiled threat in her tone.
Buzz gives Chaeyoung a knowing smirk. “So it’s Buzz today, huh? I guess I prefer that name to the other names I’ve been given. I suppose there’s a Woody somewhere around having fun with the other girls?”
“Woody is Sana’s toy,” Chaeyoung explains, “and yeah, he’s around.” You took Buzz’s words to imply this wasn’t his first time being given a toy name… which in turn implied quite a few things related to his experiences with the girls, which up until now you’d assumed to be limited to just one of them.
“Lucky guy,” Buzz says under his breath, although given the position he was in, with Park Jihyo working busily between his spread legs, you supposed he wasn’t in much of a place to be envious of another man’s luck.
He lounges back on the luxurious sofa with all the carefree attitude of a man who was watching a game on TV, sighing softly to himself, as though he didn’t have the leader of the nation’s girl group on her knees in front of him with his cock pumping in and out of her mouth. He swings one arm to rest on the sofa’s backrest, the other lazily reaching down to stroke his ex-girlfriend’s hair back, making sure none of her long sable strands interfered with the work she was doing on his shaft.
“I’ll leave you three to it, then,” Chaeyoung says with a scoff and a hint of disapproval. “I’ll be back to pick him up when you’re done.”
Buzz gives Chaeyoung a casual smile and a farewell wave of his hand as she departs the room before motioning to the recliner next to the sofa.
“Please, take a seat,” he says, with admirable self-control given the bobbing head of the gorgeous young woman between his legs. “Sorry, I never got your name.”
“Pikachu,” you answer after a moment’s hesitation. You’d almost given him your real name before reminding yourself of the toy name rule, which, apparently, extended even to other k-pop celebrities.
“Pikachu,” Buzz repeats. “I bet this is all a little surreal for you,” he observes, in what was probably the understatement of the century. “Pretty crazy shit, huh? I guess Chaeyoung picked you out of the crowd? Lucky you. Imagine the number of guys who’d give their left nut to be where you are, to have done what you’ve done.”
“It’s… insane,” you answer, weakly, doing your best to ignore the increasingly sloppy sounds of the intense blowjob being given mere feet away from you. Her back was turned to you, but there was still a lot to admire in the delicious curves of Park Jihyo’s back and butt.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, dude. How rude of me,” Buzz says as he notices your gaze drifting towards the young woman on her knees between you. “Pet, isn’t it time you gave our new guest some attention?”
With a loud pop Jihyo lets Buzz’s cock leave her plump lips - and for the first time you notice something close to a flash of pleasure appear over his handsome features, if even momentarily.
It’s also the first time you notice the thick black leather collar she is wearing around her slim, pale neck - and the long silver chain attached to it lying in a perfect coil on the floor next to her.
“Of course, master,” Jihyo answers, before scuttling over on her knees to face towards you for the first time. Buzz bends to pick up the end of the chain before handing it over to you. You accept it gingerly, just as Jihyo reaches a position between your knees.
“Go on, Pikachu,” he says, a smirk on his lips. “Tell our pet here what you want her to do.”
You had to admit you were at a loss for words, given the utter attractiveness of the young woman in front of you. The other members you’d been with thus far in the evening were cute, or sexy, or some combination of both - but Jihyo was different in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. She was capable of sexiness or cuteness, surely, but there was an unmistakable allure about her that elevated her from the ranks of attractive women and into the goddess-tier.
It certainly helped that she had a goddess-tier body.
Right now that body was clad in a white bathrobe, likely one from the admittedly luxurious hotel suite you were all currently occupying.
“Tell her to take it off,” Buzz says, seemingly reading your thoughts. “Don’t worry - she likes being told what to do. Don’t you, pet?”
Jihyo smiles, her lips widening in that adorable, beautiful way you’d witnessed a million times in their music videos and YouTube clips. The room seemed to be a little brighter when she smiled, as though a light source were emanating from the young woman’s beaming features.
“Take it off, Jihyo,” you say, cautiously. Despite Buzz’s comfort with the seemingly familiar circumstances, you had to admit you still felt a little odd instructing the leader of the nation’s girl group to strip.
When Jihyo slips the white cotton robe from her shoulders to reveal her naked body, you found yourself wondering if you would ever be able to speak again.
She was every bit as gorgeous as you’d dreamed. On stage, in her low-cut dresses and short shorts, she was already a goddess. Now, naked, with nothing but her own natural allure to clothe her, she was transcendent.
Full, round breasts; toned, flat stomach; firm, thick thighs - she seemed crafted by a sculptor with the word woman in mind. This was no random hottie, no random pretty girl of the type that was a dime a dozen on any street in the world. This was a woman, in every sense of the word.
“Catch your drool,” Buzz chirps. “Pet, why don’t you give our friend Pikachu the same welcome you gave me?”
“Yes, master,” Jihyo says, obediently, those gorgeous eyes not leaving yours, not even as she bends to undo your pants and slip them and your boxers from your hips. Your cock, already half-stiffened with arousal, pops free, eager for attention.
It had been a surreal night. Had your night ended at the concert, that would have been enough, a memory to last a lifetime. To have done what you’d done since, with the same girls you’d idolized and lusted after through screens and on pages of paper for years - it was all a little overwhelming for you. You wondered what you had done to deserve such a surreal, dreamlike experience.
But when Park Jihyo bends to take your cock into her mouth you had little room in your brain for such thoughts.
It takes only seconds for your cock to reach full stiffness in the warm, wet confines of Jihyo’s mouth, and only a few more seconds after that for the first delicious spikes of pleasure to course through your veins, up your spine and directly into the pleasure centres of your brain. Your head leans back involuntarily against the sofa, eyes closing, your entire body softening into a puddle of bones and flesh.
Jihyo’s mouth works absolute magic on your cock, her tongue swirling and dipping and lapping even as her hands join in the action, gripping your base with one hand and fondling your swollen balls with the other. Her mouth is hot and wet and slick. In contrast to Buzz’s casual acceptance of her ministrations, her every movement draws gasps of pleasure from your lungs that you had no intention of suppressing - not that you could, even if you tried.
Seconds pass as Park Jihyo takes you in and out of her mouth, although they pass like minutes and hours, each one so filled with pleasure that you lose all concept of time. At some point you force your eyes open to watch as she bobs up and down on your shaft, forcing yourself to burn the image into your memory.
Out of the corner of your eye you notice Buzz is not idle, either, his right hand stroking his shaft, still glimmering with Jihyo’s saliva.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he hisses, his tone for the first time carrying a hint of lust, a slight breaking of the casual, nonchalant attitude he’d carried since you entered the room. Jihyo quickens her pace slightly between your legs. His hand on his cock quickens as well, as though mirroring her actions. “Fuck her tits, dude. Fuck those big tits of hers.”
You weren’t one to refuse such an idea - not when the idea was something you’d spent many long nights dreaming about.
“Let me fuck your tits, Jihyo,” you say, the words leaving your mouth with a little more confidence than the first time you’d told her what to do. Lust was an excellent source of courage, it seemed.
Jihyo lets your cock pop from her mouth with a slick sound, a thick strand of her saliva connecting your tip to her tongue. “Yes, master,” she answers, with a lustful, needy tone.
Without further ado she shifts her chest and body, cupping her large, round breasts in each hand - before squeezing them around your cock, trapping your glistening shaft between the large, soft mounds of flesh. Her large eyes, half-lidded with lust, remain locked on yours the whole while. When she begins to move, bobbing her chest up and down, thrusting your cock between her tits - it draws all of the air out of your lungs in a wordless gasp of pleasure.
“God fucking damn,” you hiss, your brain unable to say anything more than the basest of curse words in a vain attempt to vocalize the pleasure. Jihyo takes your curses to mean that she was on the right track, and she increases the pace with which she drives your shaft in and out between her slick, warm mounds. Throughout it all there is a lustful need written large on those perfect features of hers, as though every thrust between her breasts was just as pleasurable for her as it was for you.
“Fuck, dude, I’m sorry, I gotta get in on this,” Buzz says, his words tumbling from his mouth in a rush as the cool, detached facade of his finally begins to fully crack. He slips from his position on the opposite couch - and within the space of a few seconds he has taken up position on his knees behind Jihyo.
He reaches down between his body and hers - and when he slips inside her, the gasp that leaves Jihyo’s voice gives you some indication of what it must sound like inside heaven.
She had a wonderful singing voice, of course. Everyone knew that. But to hear that voice now, in the throes of pleasure as she is taken from behind whilst pleasuring another man with her breasts - it was utterly sublime.
For a moment Jihyo loses her grip on her breasts as she is filled again and again with each thrust of Buzz’s cock into her needy pussy, a string of wordless, lustful gasps spilling from her throat. You lament the loss of her soft tits around your cock for only a moment, as your hands quickly reach for her head and force her towards your cock. She opens her mouth wantonly, and soon you and Buzz are spitroasting the needy young woman, sharing her body, filling her from both ends with stiff, hard cock.
You surprise yourself with how aggressive you are being with her, but if the muffled moans of pleasure leaving her throat around your cock are any indication, Jihyo not only didn’t mind the way you were treating her - she loved it.
“Damn, you’re still… as… fucking… tight… as ever, Jihyo,” Buzz hisses, each of his words punctuated by wet slaps of his hips against her ass as he continues to drill her from behind. “Fuck… I miss… this hot little pussy.”
“Mffmfmmfmmm,” Jihyo responds, although you weren’t quite sure what she wanted to say, or even if she wanted to reply with words at all. What you were sure of was the delicious vibrations caused by her words around your cock.
“Fuck… remember… when we used… to… fuck in your van… at music shows? Fuck, that was so fucking… so fucking hot!”
“FFfmmfmmff,” is the response, although there is a hint of anger in her tone - not that you could be sure, not that you were an expert in English when spoken with a mouth full of cock.
“Fuck… fuck, remember when… we fucked… at that award show? With you… in that white dress… fuck, your tits looked so fucking hot… with a load on them!”
“Fffmffmmmmmffff!”
“And oh, fuck… that threesome…. we had… with… that Nayeon chick… fuck, she can really… take a dick, can’t she? Fuck… I wonder if… if she’d take… more than-”
“Shut the hell up and just fuck me!” Jihyo spits, slipping your cock from her mouth and turning back to look over her shoulder at Buzz and fixate him with a glare, even as he continued to pound her. “Less talking and more - oh, god, yes - more fucking!”
You are a little shaken by Jihyo’s sudden outburst, given her submissive role thus far in the session - and from Buzz’s reaction, he was equally taken aback.
“B-but, p-pet,” Buzz begins, a look of shock still on his face, even if he was fully buried inside Jihyo’s slick pussy.
“Enough of that,” Jihyo hisses, practically ripping the leather collar from her throat. “You’ve had your fun with all that ‘pet’ bullshit earlier today. And you spent half of this evening just talking. It’s my turn now.”
She turns over her shoulder and places her hand flat on Buzz’s chest - before giving him a sharp shove, sending him onto his butt on the carpet.
“It’s time to see what Pikachu can do,” she says, her tone dripping with a newfound aggressiveness that aroused and scared you in equal measure. The innocent, submissive look in her large eyes is gone, replaced now with the leery, fiery eyes of a predator who’d finally freed herself of her bonds and was ready to feast on unwitting prey.
The ease with which she’d abandoned one persona to slip into another was as shocking as it was utterly arousing.
Jihyo rises from her knees, moving now with an intensity that surprised and scared you. Straddling your hips, she reaches between you, grasps your slick cock, and slides it inside her dripping pussy.
When she begins to ride you, that goddess level body of hers pumping up and down on your lap, it takes what was left of your breath away. All you can do is hold on, with one hand on her thick, firm thigh and the other on her slim waist, as Jihyo rides you with a reckless abandon.
Momo was tight, Sana was wet, and Chaeyoung was some combination of the two - and Jihyo felt just as wonderful; but just as she exuded some mysterious womanly allure that elevated her above a normal woman, Jihyo’s pussy had a certain something about it that made it so delicious, so wonderful, so utterly pleasurable.
As she rides you fiercely on the couch, her large, sweaty breasts bouncing lewdly in front of your face, you realize just what it was. It was the way her pussy clenched and squeezed you, - the way her tight little tunnel pulsated and quivered around your stiff, thrusting cock - that made every entry and exit into her body feel utterly sublime.
“Fucking fuck,” you hiss. It was the only way to voice what you felt, that most base of curse words, and yet it somehow felt completely apt for the overwhelming pleasure overriding each of your senses.
Jihyo, for her part, has let nothing but a wordless string of pleasurable moans spill from her mouth from the second she mounted you. You took the increasing volume of her sighs and moans to mean that she approved of your cock.
It didn’t take her long to approach orgasm - perhaps Buzz, despite his motormouth, was at least semi-competent at fucking her. When she reaches her peak she becomes a quivering, shaking mess, her pussy pulsating and squeezing your cock at random intervals, each twitch of her body sending sharp spikes of pleasure into your addled brain.
And her voice - that glorious singing voice - the way it vocalized her pleasure into loud, sensual, breathy moans of profanity and wordless sighs of complete, overwhelming lust - it was a spectacle to behold. Just another of the myriad of sensations that night that you’d never in a million years think you’d be blessed with experiencing.
“Oh fuck, I, oh god, you’re so fucking thick and big inside me, fuck,” she hisses when she crests her peak and begins to wind down from it, “fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so fucking big, fuck, you made me cum so fucking hard.”
You are unable to come up with any sort of sentence that would adequately describe the feeling of her pussy clenching and pulsating around your buried cock in its post-orgasm haze, and so you settle for nodding stupidly and burying your face in her sweaty, hot cleavage. Your tongue latches onto a stiff nipple, sucking deeply, relishing the sensations that you never in a million years dreamed you’d actually experience.
“Geez that was hot,” Buzz says, seemingly recovered and unfazed by the verbal and physical admonishing Jihyo had given him.
Still fully embedded inside Jihyo to the hilt and with mouth still firmly latched onto the wonders of her large, full breasts, you nonetheless gasp softly in pleasure as Jihyo turns to glare over her shoulder at her ex-boyfriend, causing your cock to shift inside her still tightly clenching pussy.
“Are you done talking? Are you ready to fuck now?” she spits, every word a sharp challenge and a stiff rebuke all at once.
“Fuck yes!” is the eager answer.
“Good,” she says, turning once more towards you. She reaches up with her hands to stroke your hair gently as you continue to suckle from her breasts, her eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds to savor the feel of your tongue and lips on her sensitive, stiff nipples. “Then I want you both inside me. At the same time.”
“Well Pikachu’s had your mouth already, so I guess it’s my turn-”
“No,” Jihyo answers, sharply. “I want one of you in my pussy… and the other in my ass.”
The mention of the possibility of anal sex is enough to finally tear your attention from the charms of Park Jihyo’s chest. And the hungry look in her eyes as she fixates you with those large, beautiful orbs of hers - it’s enough to drive you crazy with anticipation.
“Well he’s in your pussy now, so I guess that means-”
“No,” Jihyo snaps, her reply sharp, her eyes not once leaving yours. “You can have my pussy again. But I want Pikachu in my ass.”
You would’ve given anything to witness the look of utter disappointment on Buzz’s face at Jihyo’s decision. Never in a million years would you have thought that Park Jihyo’s pussy would essentially be a consolation prize.
Jihyo gives neither of you any time to protest or say otherwise. She slips you out of her body, her juicy pussy dripping a slick flow of her plentiful wetness onto your glistening cock as she does so. She turns around, her back almost touching your chest as she spreads her legs and plants her feet on the sofa, steadying herself above your cock with her arms on the backrest. She lets the tip of your cock poke between her round cheeks before you finally get the hint and reach down, spreading the firm mounds of her ass apart until you can feel your head poking against her tight, hot rear entrance.
You want to slow down, want to savor the sensations of her tight, hot ring of muscle parting open for you. You want to relish the feel of slipping inside the asshole of one of the world’s hottest idols - a woman you’d long lusted for from afar. You want to enjoy every inch of her tight, hot passage parting for you as you slip inside Park Jihyo’s ass.
But Jihyo would have none of it. She slides down your cock until you are hilt deep inside her. Then, with what only could have been a sharp glare, she orders Buzz to do his part.
“Get over here and get that cock inside me,” she hisses, her voice tinged slightly with discomfort, but nonetheless heavy with lust and need for the last piece of the puzzle to be placed.
Buzz, despite his misgivings at having been denied anal sex with his ex-girlfriend, nonetheless obediently rises from the floor and takes up position in front of Jihyo, crouching slightly to align himself with her opening. He reaches down, presses his tip against her dripping lips, and slides inside her.
A million words could not describe the lustful, decadent feeling of fullness that pervades every bit of Park Jihyo’s existence. The breathless, airy gasp of pleasure that manages to escape her lips is the only way she can vocalize even a fraction of what she felt.
It is all you and Buzz can do to let soft gasps of your own escape your respective lips. The feel of Jihyo’s tight, hot, slick tunnels around your cocks, and the stiff feel of your shafts rubbing against each other inside her, with only her walls separating you - it was like absolutely nothing else.
When Buzz begins to move, when he begins to withdraw his cock, his shaft sliding stiffly against the underside of yours inside Jihyo’s body even as her ass clenches almost painfully tightly around the base of your cock in response - it almost drives you insane with pleasure.
He thrusts back inside her, his re-entrance just as pleasurable for you and Jihyo as his exit was.
It was your turn now.
You slowly withdraw your cock, relishing the tight clenching of her ass around every inch of your shaft, as though afraid of letting it go. When you are halfway out of her entrance - you couldn’t bear to let even an inch more of yourself slip outside of her body - you begin to thrust back in. Her hot tightness welcomes you back inside. She moans. He hisses and swears. All you can do is sigh.
The two of you take turns fucking Park Jihyo, her helpless body pinned between your two stiff shafts as they piston in and out of her defenseless holes. For the first time the fiery passion she exhibited when she rode you, the same passion she had when putting Buzz in his place - is diminished. Her pleasure-filled mind had little room or bandwidth for much of anything else other than the intense pleasure rippling through her veins with every penetration of her hot, slick pussy and her tight, clenching ass.
Your entire world ceases to exist. There is only Jihyo’s hot, sweaty back, pressed against your chest as she fails to conjure the strength needed to keep her body upright; the sensual moans and gasps that leave her lips and the grunts that leave yours and Buzz’s; and above all the hot, slick, wet movement of flesh at the point where the three of you meet - that intoxicating, overwhelming source of pleasure for the three of you, that for a few precious minutes is the only thing that exists in the world.
Her ass clenches and pulsates, a tight ring of muscle that you penetrate again and again and again with reckless need. Inside her, his cock slides against yours, his balls slapping against your own now and then. Your hands clench around her trembling hip, another around a quivering breast. Your hips move as best you can given your position in the stack of human bodies, thrusting as deep as you possibly can inside her, as though more and more mind-addling pleasure was to be found inside Park Jihyo’s body and you wanted - no, needed - to find it, find it and own it, make it your own and no one else’s.
It becomes an unspoken contest between you and Buzz, even if you never vocalize or announce it. You both want to get deeper inside her, fucking her helpless holes with hard, rough thrusts, filling her again and again and again with stiff cock in some lewd attempt to outdo each other, each of you competing in a game where there were no losers and the prize given to all its contestants was sheer, unrivalled pleasure.
Jihyo speaks - that her brain is functioning at all is a wonder - and when she finally puts words together they are the most basic of descriptions of her feelings.
“Fuck, fuck, I, oh god, I, so full, fuck, you’re… fuck, so big, fuck, I, so full, so big, your cocks, fuck, they’re tearing me open, fuck, oh, stretching me out, I’m so full, so full of cock, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me, fuck me fuck me, I’m- I’m- I’m- gonna cum!”
Buzz, for all his talkativeness mere minutes before, is silent, letting only wordless grunts and gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. It took nothing less than double penetration of his ex-girlfriend, apparently, to shut him up.
When he finally speaks, finally finds the brain cells to create human language, he only manages a single word.
“…cumming,” he hisses.
Your two partners approaching orgasm so soon after beginning this most lustful of acts should not have surprised you, because your own orgasm was beckoning as well. It must have only been a few minutes - five at most. But it felt like an eternity. It felt so overwhelming. It felt so magnificent.
“F-fill me, fill me with cum, fuck, cum inside me, fill my holes, fuck, fuck, fuck-!!”
Jihyo orgasms first, her peak silencing that wonderful voice of hers, causing it to cut out mid-moan as her body trembles and quivers in a way that is almost violent. She is unable to control it, unable to do much more than ride out the overwhelming sensations bombarding her brain and wracking her body.
Her holes tighten. They quiver. They pulsate. They squeeze the cocks inside her body like a lewd, perverse vise.
Buzz is the first of you two cum, his cock filling quickly with semen and spurting it out in thick ropes, filling her needy, sore pussy with thick white cum. You follow closely behind, your own cock unable to bear the pleasure much longer. You quiver and shake in a similar way to Jihyo as your sore shaft spurts thick cum into her hot tight ass.
Jihyo lets out a moan that is oddly soft and vulnerable as she is filled in both of her holes with thick semen. It might have been the most lustful, lewd noise you’d ever heard in your life. Your ears drink it in, every second of it, like some fine wine. You wonder if you’d ever hear anything so beautiful ever again.
Both of you thrust even after you cum, your hyper sensitive cocks pushing your respective loads of cum ever deeper inside Jihyo’s helpless holes, wanting to leave it as deep inside her as possible. Jihyo tries to say something, but it leaves her throat as a wet, strangled gasp.
You want to say something too, want to do something other than just lie there helplessly as your cock twitches and finishes filling Park Jihyo’s wet, sloppy ass with the last of your cum. But your body, drained as it is by this most taxing of events in what has been a surreal evening, finally gives out. The two bodies atop you collapse upon your chest in a heap of boneless, hot flesh, glued together by sweat and slick bodily juices.
Your overwhelmed brain finally sees fit to demand rest, and you mercifully pass out.
—
When you awaken, it is to Chaeyoung shaking your shoulder. Your senses take longer than you would like to come to full awareness, but when you do you realize that you, Jihyo, and Buzz have somehow made your way onto the hotel room bed in a tangle of sore, exhausted limbs.
“Looks like you had a real good time,” Chaeyoung says with a hint of barely detectable jealousy in her tone.
“Yeah,” you mumble, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You weren’t sure how long you were passed out for, although the rays of sunlight that were starting to filter into the room from the closed blinds told you it was far longer than you anticipated.
Slowly, and with an extreme amount of effort, you disentangle yourself from the mess of hot, fluid-stained limbs on the bed. You watch, with some measure of amusement, as Buzz tries to wrap an arm around Jihyo, only for the half-asleep woman to bat his limb away.
You are still only half-awake when Chaeyoung tosses you your t-shirt and shorts. Your brain was only barely coming back online, but you were aware enough to notice that the younger woman was in a bit of a hurry.
“Get dressed,” she says, hurriedly. “It’s almost dawn, and we have to leave for our next stop on the tour. You have to go before the paparazzi shows up and starts waiting for us downstairs.”
The thought of your pleasurable little adventure coming to a close causes an unexpected jolt of sadness to hit you harder than you would have thought.
“Shit,” you say, unable to think of anything else to say as you throw on your clothes. “Damn, I don’t know what to say, Chaeyoung. This night’s been insane. Thanks for-”
The small girl fixates you with a strange look, as though you were speaking a foreign language.
“Wait - you think we’re done with you?”
“Um, yeah… aren’t you leaving the city?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we’re done with you.”
“I… I don’t get it.”
“If you have plans, cancel them. If you have work, call in sick. Tell them you won’t be back in for a couple of weeks. Go home and get your passport. Our managers will be in touch to get you your plane tickets later this afternoon.”
“Plane tickets? Passport? What the- What’s going on?”
“I’ve talked to the girls. You’re going with us. You’re going to be our toy for the rest of the tour.”