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“This is so awkward.”

“What? No, it doesn’t have to be, Dahyun.”

You turn your gaze away from the gorgeous view of nighttime Los Angeles to face Dahyun, finding her with her head buried in her hands.

“I just, I’ve never really played with one of the toys before, y’know?” she says through her palms. “It was always something the other girls did, but I never… I dunno, I never really… I kind of…”

“Hey,” you begin, “don’t worry about it. We don’t have to do anything. I can leave, or we can just sit and talk, maybe order in some food, watch something on the TV…”

“No,” she says, bringing her hands to her sides where they ball into fists. On her face is a look of newfound determination, although you weren’t truly convinced by it. “Everyone treats me like I’m some little girl that needs to be sheltered and protected. I’m a grown woman. I can do this. I was the one that told Chaeyoung I wanted to play with you tonight.”

“Dahyun, we should only do this if you want to do it. Don’t do something just because the other girls tell you you should, or because you think you should.”

“No, I want to,” she says, sounding a little more sure of herself. Perhaps she had convinced herself that it was what she wanted, even if she hadn’t convinced you. “I… I’m gonna be honest - I hear the other girls talk about what they do with you guys, and… I…”

“You…?”

“I… I dunno, I get… curious.”

“Really?” you answer, interest piqued.

“Yeah, like… how do you… like, there are so many of them. How do you… y’know, find the… uhh… find the energy?”

“It’s pretty easy to find the energy when you’re with the hottest women on the planet,” you answer with a sly smile.

“Nayeon told me once she did it with each of you twice in the same night. That’s six times! And then she had you again midway through our concert! She said she did the second half with you leaking out of her! That’s crazy! Is it true!?” Dahyun asks, half-turning to you, eyes wide with genuine interest.

“Uh, yeah,” you answer, scratching your head. “She’s kind of insatiable, that one.”

“Waaahh-,” she exclaims. “That’s insane.”

“It kind of is. This whole thing is.”

Insane would have been a good word for the last two weeks of your life. You’d gone from being a random fan to Twice’s personal sex toy over the past fortnight - and more than that, at their insistence you’d quit your job in order to join JYP as their “manager” in an attempt to explain away your constant presence to the media. This meant doing various odd jobs for the girls - picking them up and dropping them off here and there, going out to run random errands - but above all that on top of fucking the hottest women on the planet, you were being paid for it.

“I bet,” Dahyun says. “I mean, we’re used to the touring lifestyle, but it must be overwhelming for you.”

“It kind of is,” you admit. “But who am I to complain? Any straight man on earth would kill to be in my shoes right now.”

“Fair enough,” she replies with a smile. She had a beautiful smile, Dahyun - so bright and full of energy. She had a gorgeous everything else, of course, but her smile was what attracted you to her most of all.

The “leader” of the School Meal Club is wearing loose fit jeans and a black tube top - an outfit that wouldn’t have been out of place on the more sexually confident members of her group, like Sana or Jihyo. Truth be told it’d surprised you when you saw her emerge from their dressing room in that outfit for their concert encore. Perhaps it was because the other girls were steadily wearing more and more revealing outfits, and she wanted to fit in. Perhaps it was another part of her wanting to appear more grown up. Either way, you weren’t complaining, given the way the tight top hugged her chest and revealed enough of her milky shoulders and midriff to pique your interest more than once as you watched her from backstage.

“The pay is great, but we still don’t get the penthouse suite like you girls do,” you say, returning your gaze to the large floor to ceiling windows of her hotel room. Outside the twinkling lights of Los Angeles beckon over the night sky, like a pile of diamonds and jewels spilt over dark velvet.

“It’s a beautiful view, isn’t it?”

“It really is,” you admit.

There is a moment of silence as you both stare out into the city. You were content to just stand there and stare at the skyline, truth be told. As much as your more base urges were pushing you towards the idea of getting intimate with Dahyun, you had to admit that this slower, less intense time with her was a nice change of pace from your time spent with the other girls, where you often launched right into the depravity without very much lead-up.

It’s Dahyun that breaks the silence.

“I bet I can make it even more beautiful.”

She steps in front of you, standing between you and the glass window. Her eyes bore into yours - there is a little nervousness there in her large dark pools, but also a little determination, a little desire to prove to herself and to others that she wasn’t just the meme material girl she’d so often portrayed online and in real life. Dahyun, it seemed, wanted to prove to herself that she was so much more than that.

Her hands reach behind her back, fingers working quickly to undo whatever contraption kept the tube top tied to her chest. The black material falls from her body quickly, revealing a white bra kept up by transparent straps, the cups hugging her perfectly sized, round breasts tightly. Her hands work at her jeans next, and soon the loose denim falls to the floor in a blue pool, leaving her in a set of simple white panties.

She steps towards you, and as she draws close you can almost feel the tension in her body - the nervousness, the jitters - but also the anticipation. She looks up at you and finds your eyes once more. You bring your hand to her cheek, fingers grazing her jawline, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Your first touch is like a jolt of electricity through your bodies, and it finds expression through a soft gasp that leaves Dahyun’s lips.

“Dahyun, are you… are you sure?”

She nods, looking down at your chest for a moment. She places a hand above your heart.

“Yes,” she answers when she brings her eyes to yours. Gone, suddenly, is the apprehension. There is determination there now, and for the first time that evening you are convinced of it. “I want this. I want you.”

She angles her face towards you, and you meet her lips with yours.

It is soft at first, passionate, even. She is content to let you take the lead, exploring first her lips and then her mouth with yours as she opens her lips to let your tongue inside. Her arms wrap themselves around your neck as the kiss deepens, and when you place your hands on the soft, warm skin of her lower back she gasps into your mouth.

“We’ll do… whatever… whatever you want, okay?” you say between kisses, eager to let her know that you were at her beck and call, and not the other way around.

She nods without breaking your kiss, but still manages to answer. “I know… but I… I want to show you… that I’m not a girl anymore.”

Before you can truly make anything of her words her hands are already working at your waist, fingers making quick work of the knot that kept your joggers tied up before her thumbs hook into the waistband and pull them down, along with the boxers beneath.

She breaks your kiss. In her eyes now is lust, and nothing more.

Her hands reach behind her again, and soon her bra joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

The other girls had some of the best sets of breasts you’d ever seen in your life - you’d never figured Dahyun would come anywhere close to them. But as you drink in the sight of her chest for the first time you knew you had to rethink everything you thought you knew about this group of women.

They are not large, not anywhere near the size of Jihyo or Momo, but they are round, perfectly shaped, and covered with the same perfect pale vanilla skin as the rest of her. Her small, round nipples, already taut with excitement, beckon for you. They almost call out, almost beg for attention.

You crush her lips with yours, eager to taste her, eager to taste the treasures of her body - a body that she’d kept hidden for so long. You press against her so eagerly that she ends up taking a few steps back, and soon her back is pressed against the glass window.

You dive into her neck - her warm, soft, neck - and devour the creamy skin there. She gasps into your ear, pressing herself against you even as you press her small, tight body against the glass. She cranes her neck up, eager to give more of herself to you, eager to have your mouth devour more and more of her. She finds the hem to your t-shirt and rips it off your body before pressing herself against you, her tight nipples grazing against your chest.

As you begin to trace a path down her upper chest, past her sharp collar bones, she stands up on her tiptoes, knowing what you want, knowing what you both want.

You cup her left breast first, drawing a breathless gasp from her lips at that first intimate contact. With every ounce of self-control you had in your body you force yourself to take it slow, force yourself to place soft, patient kisses on her upper breast as you cup it with your palm, reminding yourself that this wasn’t about to be the wild indulgence it was with the other girls. No, this wasn’t about you at all - this was about Dahyun, and what she wanted, and what she wanted to feel.

And so you take your time, planting soft kisses and occasional swipes of your tongue on her perfect, warm skin. But soon you reach your quivering, tight nipple, and the nearness of it to  your tongue chases away what was left of your self-control.

When you capture her nipple in your mouth the sound that leaves Dahyun’s mouth is nothing short of beautiful. She gasps and moans as you suckle on her breast, wordless gasps and exhalations of pleasure leaving lips unbound by propriety or manners. She gives in. She lets herself feel the pleasure coursing through her body.

After a few glorious moments you switch to her right breast, leaving her left soaked in saliva, and unattended only for a moment as your hand reaches up to the nipple and squeezes it, pinching it softly. You give her other breast the same attention, and soon the pleasure becomes almost unbearable for the young woman, her hands winding into your hair and her nails digging into your scalp in some vain attempt to ground herself amidst the pleasurable assault you were subjecting her body to.