Watashitachi no Himitsu

The day had started like any other as the manager for tripleS. Schedules checked, practice rooms booked, meals coordinated, and the usual flood of online shopping packages from the girls neatly logged and inspected. Safety first, especially with the sheer volume of fan gifts and personal orders that poured in. You’d just finished signing off on the morning deliveries when another large box arrived with the rest. It was bigger than usual, unmarked beyond the standard shipping label, and glaringly absent from the shared delivery spreadsheet.

You frowned, double-checking the list. Nothing. Protocol was clear: call each member one by one.

Most of them answered quickly, Sullin, Kotone, Kaede, and the others all confirmed their recent hauls. No one had forgotten to log anything. Until you reached Lynn.

Lynn picked up on the second ring, her voice bright and a little breathless like she’d just finished rehearsal. “Manager-oppa? Yeah, I ordered something… I might’ve forgotten to write it down. Sorry! I’ll be down in a minute to grab it.”

Relief mixed with lingering caution. You decided to verify anyway. The box was heavy, awkwardly shaped. You sliced the tape open in the quiet storage room.

Inside, nestled in layers of bubble wrap and black tissue, was a massive horse dildo. Easily fourteen inches long, thick as your wrist, with a flared head, heavy balls at the base, and a suction cup that could probably stick to the floor. The material looked expensive. A bottle of lube and a small cleaning kit were tucked beside it.

You stared, stunned, heat rushing to your face. You didn’t think you would had to see that in your life.

The door clicked open behind you. “Manager-oppa, I—oh.”

Lynn stood there in her practice clothes, loose sweats and a cropped top, her short black bob with blunt bangs framing her flushed face. Her eyes widened as she saw the open box, then darted to your face. For a second, silence hung thick in the air.

She rushed forward, cheeks burning red, and slammed the lid shut. “Don’t—! It’s… it’s mine. I bought it. Please, please keep this a secret. The girls can’t know. No one can know.” Her voice was a mortified whisper, but her gaze lingered on you a beat too long, something vulnerable and charged flickering behind the embarrassment.

You swallowed, pulse hammering. “Lynn… that thing is—”

“I know what it is,” she cut in, biting her lower lip. Her fingers brushed yours on the box. “Just… don’t tell anyone. I’ll make it worth your while. Rooftop. 12 midnight sharp. Okay?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, grabbing the box and disappearing down the hall with surprising speed for someone so flustered.

The dorm was quiet by midnight. You slipped up to the rooftop, the city lights glittering below the high-rise. The door creaked open behind you a few minutes later.

Lynn stepped out wearing an oversized black hoodie, the same one from the photo you’d seen of her earlier that day, the off-shoulder style slipping down one smooth shoulder, the text across her chest catching the moonlight. Her short hair swayed as she approached, bangs framing those sharp, pretty eyes. She looked equal parts nervous and determined.

“You came,” she murmured, voice low. She stepped close, close enough that you could smell her shampoo and the faint scent of her skin. “Good. Because I meant what I said about making it worth your silence.”

Her hand slid down your chest, bold now that they were alone. “I’ve seen how you looked at me during practice today. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.” She palmed the growing bulge in your pants, squeezing gently. “Big package for big package, huh?”

You groaned as she sank to her knees right there on the rooftop, the cool night air doing nothing to temper the heat. She tugged your cock free, eyes widening slightly at the sight before she looked straight up at you, intense eye contact, those dark eyes locked on yours as her small hand wrapped around the base.

“Fuck… it’s so warm,” she whispered, stroking slowly from root to tip. Her grip was perfect, firm, twisting just right at the head. Precum beaded at your slit and she smeared it down your shaft with her thumb, pumping faster. “You’re already leaking for me, Manager-oppa. Does my secret turn you on that much? Knowing innocent little Lynn bought a fat horse cock to stretch herself out?”

She leaned in, tongue flicking out to trace the underside of your cock while still staring up at you. Then her lips parted, taking you into the wet heat of her mouth. She sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks, bobbing her head while her hand worked the rest of your length. The eye contact never broke, filthy, unblinking, her lashes fluttering only when she took you deeper, gagging softly as your cock hit the back of her throat.

“Mmmph—glk—” The wet, obscene sounds filled the night air as she slobbered on your dick, spit dripping down her chin onto her hoodie. She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening cock. “You like my mouth? Want me to drain you before I ride you?”

You pulled her up, kissing her hard. She moaned into your mouth as you stripped the hoodie off her, revealing her perky tits and hard nipples. No bra. Her shorts came off next, and she was bare underneath, pussy already slick and glistening.

Lynn pushed you down onto the wide lounge chair on the rooftop, straddling you. She gripped your cock, rubbing the head against her dripping folds. “Watch me,” she breathed, lowering herself. “Watch me take every inch.”

She sank down slowly, gasping as her tight pussy stretched around you. “Ahh~~fuck, you’re thick… but that horse dildo is gonna ruin me later. You’re just warming me up.” Once fully seated, she started riding, slow at first, then faster, hips rolling in filthy circles. Her short hair bounced, bangs sticking to her forehead with sweat.

“Harder, oppa~~fuck my tight idol pussy,” she panted, dirty talk spilling out between moans. “I touch myself thinking about you catching me with that toy. Imagining you watching me bounce on it like a desperate slut. Would you like that? Seeing my cunt gape from horse cock while I scream your name?”

She rode you like she was possessed, ass slapping against your thighs, tits bouncing, one hand on your chest for leverage while the other rubbed her clit. Her walls clenched rhythmically, milking you. “Cum inside me~fill me up. I want to feel it leaking out when I try my new toy later.”

You couldn’t hold back. You gripped her hips and thrust up hard, burying yourself deep as you came, flooding her pussy. Lynn cried out, shuddering through her own orgasm, grinding down to take every drop.

Back in your separate rooms an hour later, your phone buzzed.

A video from Lynn. No caption, just a thumbnail of her on her bed, legs spread.

You hit play.

The video was shot from above. Lynn, completely naked, short hair messy, was on all fours. The massive horse dildo was suction-cupped to the floor beneath her. She lowered herself onto it with a long, broken moan, the thick flared head disappearing into her cum-filled pussy.

“Oh my god— it’s so fucking big,” she whimpered to the camera, looking straight into the lens. “Bigger than you, oppa… stretching me so deep.” She sank further, inch after veiny inch, her belly visibly bulging. “Nngh- fuck, I’m so full. Your cum is making it even wetter.”

She started riding it, slow, deep bounces that made her tits jiggle and her voice crack into desperate whines. “Watch me~~watch your secret angel destroy her pussy. I’m gonna cum so hard on this horse cock thinking about your dick down my throat again.”

The camera angle shifted as she grabbed her phone, showing a close-up of her stretched cunt swallowing the monstrous toy, creamy fluids (yours and hers) coating the shaft. Her moans grew louder, filthier. “I’m your little angel now, Manager. Anytime you want… I’ll suck you, ride you, or let you watch me take this thing until I can’t walk.”

She came hard in the video, shaking, squirting around the dildo, eyes rolling back, before pulling off with a wet pop, her gaping hole winking at the camera.

The video ended with her blowing a kiss, lips shiny, whispering: “Sweet dreams, oppa. Don’t delete this. Watashitachi no himitsu”

Your cock was already hard again, ready for when the next “secret“ needs to be kept.