Whose birthday is it anyway?

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m dead serious.” Mina put the teacup with a clink.

“No. No!,” you interject, dropping yourself on the backrest.

“Keep your volume down,” Mina hushed. “You sound so scandalized.”

“Because it’s Dahyun!”

“Oh, you mean my girlfriend who you’ve been crushing over? My hot, curvy, squirts-a-lot and screams-a-lot girlfriend?,” Mina smirked. You felt yourself shrink, gripping the end of the armrest.

“If it sweetens the deal,” she continued. “This was her request.”

Complete silence. Request? From her?

“I can see you rethinking it,” Mina taunted, brushing a foot on your shin. “Don’t think about it too much.”

“Agh, Mina…,” you buried your face in your hands. “Don’t you think this is… awkward?”

Mina looked down to her cup as she chuckled softly. “Honestly? A bit. Didn’t think I was ever gonna share a bed with you again. But here we are.”

“But here we are, indeed. Jeez.” You scratched the back of your head. “Happy birthday to me, I guess.”

“For the recipient of a threesome, you’re way too apprehensive,” Mina smiled, getting up from the table.

“Because it’s you, Mina,” you groaned. “And her.”

She winked as she turned back. “See you tomorrow. Oh, and make sure you have that oil you know I like.”

You rested your head in your hands, massaging your temples. That was all you could do.

Yeah, yeah, another trip around the sun, whoop-dee-fuckin’-do. Honestly, you’d host these parties more often for the company, if only your birthday wasn’t the mere reason a significant majority of the people here came over. Guys in tuxedos, girls in cocktail dresses – they were here for you today, but tomorrow might have been asking much from them. Call it the theatrics of high society, but that was the game as it was meant to be played.

Enter Mina and Dahyun.

Both of them had these black dresses that clung to their God-given bodies as tight as marble, exposing their bare shoulders. The similarities ended there: Mina’s dress had more structured details along its low neckline, while Dahyun’s gleamingly bare back was interrupted by thin, winding black straps.

The pin drop was almost literal. You don’t know who was the first to throw themselves in front of them, but it was at that instant the room roared to life once more. Nobody really expected you knew these two; nobody would have expected them to show up at all even if you did know them.

But as Mina stayed with the crowd, Dahyun walked toward you, slowly, with a decisive strut that oozed confidence. As she neared, it felt less so, and more like excitement of the electric variety.

“Hey,” she smiled awkwardly, against her character, but quickly regaining composure. “ So.”

“So.”

Without any other words spoken, you’d made your verbal agreement: that for the record, this was happening, for real.

“It’s nice to see you again!,” she smiled. “Was it last year that we met at Chaeyoung’s party?”

“Less than, but yeah,” you nodded, trying to recall a more specific date. “And… damn.”

“What was that?,” she smirked, twisting her body to flash her back towards you. No surprise that she was able to read your gaze like a book.

“You look… amazing. Like, seriously,” you remarked. “It’s just my birthday, you know. Not an awards night.”

“Who said this was for me?,” she teased. “This look is for you.”

You bowed your head, masking a shy chuckle while reaching out for her forearm to walk towards Mina. Instead, she pulled you in to wrap your arm around her narrow waist, feeling the leanness of her body contained by the silky fabric. “If I’m yours tonight, might as well show it, no?”

“Let’s go to Mina. Then you can have time with your ‘adoring masses’,” you teased back, gesturing towards the crowd. Dahyun elbowed you gently as you walked closer, drawing their attention to her. The shift in tide allowed you to skirt the blob of bodies converging on Dahyun and meet Mina by the sidelines.

“Had a little chat, I see,” Mina greeted, opening an arm for a hug. “Happy birthday.”

“She’s candid,” you commented. “It’s like we’ve been friends for so long.”

“By proxy through me, you could say that,” she reassured. “Don’t let tonight’s antics make you forget that it’s your night.”

“I wouldn’t even if it was just Dahyun,” you joked, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Mina. “Or you.”

“And there you were, nervous that she’d be here,” she chuckled.

“Hey, she’s hot,” you blurted out. “Like, damn. I wasn’t anything close to my usual self because I was so distracted.”

“Honey, your usual self is very awkward already,” she patted your chest.

“Ouch. Happy birthday,” you replied sarcastically.

“Hey, it’s charming in a way,” she reassured, tracing circles on your blazer. “Pretty sure that’s why she wanted this.”

“Humor me,” you pressed, “how did that conversation go?”

“Oh, y'know, we were just in bed, having freshly fingered her,” she began, nonchalantly.

“Alright,” you quipped, “TMI.”

“And I told her that you had this whole birthday party coming up. And she forgot how you looked like. So I showed her your gym photos.”

“Thanks?”

“And she said 'yeah, he looks hot.’ So we ended up talking about how we met, and a little bit about our time together.”

“Define 'our time’,” you pressed. She simply gave you a wink in reply.

“I thought talking about opposite-gender exes was some sort of taboo among same-sex couples,” you taunted.

“Doesn’t seem like it is, 'cause she said, and I quote, 'I think he’d like a threesome with us’.”

The words lingered. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Did she ever say we met at a party?”

“She did, yeah,” Mina nodded, “that’s how she put a name to the face. Said you were a nice guy.”

“Am I really?,” you replied sarcastically, Mina rolling her eyes to your response.

Dahyun walked towards you, the crowd having settled down. Now you were flanked by both her and Mina, one on each side in a row of barstools.

“So,” you started, “how do we move to the next part of tonight’s festivities?”

“There’s a DJ, right?,” Dahyun thought aloud. “Maybe get security to just manage them like it’s a regular party.”

“Wouldn’t they notice I’m gone?”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Mina waved off. “I once attended a party where the girl went off with three guys ten minutes in. Didn’t see her the whole night.”

“Damn,” Dahyun reacted. “That’s horny.”

“To each their own,” Mina cheered, raising a glass.

“To each their own,” you and Dahyun repeated.

About 8 shots in each – an additional two for you, one each of the girls poured into your mouth – you were all significantly buzzed. Good thing that, serendipitously, the three of you shared fairly similar alcohol tolerance, something none of you expected.

“How are you so red?,” Dahyun pointed at you.

“How are you not?!,” you rebutted.

“How are you both so damn loud?,” Mina massaged her eyes.

About 1 and a half hours had passed. The crowd had fortunately thinned enough, and you had enough sway over the stragglers to slowly ease them out of the club (much to the chagrin of its staff, the night’s actual thoroughfare swarmed in right after).

Out on the street, you sat by the surprisingly clean curb with Mina and Dahyun. Dahyun sat between you, leaning her head on Mina, all of you holding packs of candies you kept hidden.

“Now this,” you slurred, “is an infinitely better birthday than an hour ago.”

“Then why the fuck do you bother?,” Mina nudged your shoulder, a little more force than either of you expected.

“Networking. Soulless, pragmatic networking,” you raised the bag of candy like a cup. “Plus, it’s for the club. Not me per se.”

“Wait, you own this club?!,” Dahyun perked up.

“Yeah. Why do you think Chaeyoung had her party in this dump? You know she’d go elsewhere if this wasn’t basically free for her.”

“Babe, that’s how I got together with this guy,” Mina poked Dahyun’s arm.

“That’s crazy,” she remarked. “What’s it like? Running a place like this?”

You shrugged. “Depends. Sometimes boring, mostly busy. If anything, hardest thing is probably just trying your best to make those guys” – you saluted one of your bouncers, giving you an approving nod – “not wanna quit.”

“Mmm, you’ve probably had sex with sooo,” she prolonged, “many women.” Mina held a hand to her mouth, stifling a cringed laugh.

“You’d be surprised that I don’t,” you chuckled. “Well, there’s Mina.”

“Y'know what, babe?,” Dahyun continued, “you never told me you’d slept with a guy before.”

“Hey, I had to start somewhere, okay?,” she teased, leaning her forehead on Dahyun and exchanging a brief flurry of kisses.

“O–kay,” you mumbled, sliding yourself away to give the girls distance, before Dahyun pulled you by the collar towards her. You barely stopped her lips locking onto yours, but once it did you were inseparable for the next few seconds.

“Fuck, that felt great,” Dahyun exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting to do that the whole night.”

“Told you,” Mina peered from behind her shoulder, planting a single gentle kiss. “You know, he told me he’s been crushing on you for a while now.” Dahyun looked at you with a raised, intrigued eyebrow.

“I–I said, I thought she was cute,” you corrected. “And… okay, maybe I’ve just been fawning over her? God, you really know how to–”

“Oh shut up, will you?,” Mina said, pushing Dahyun back into your arms, faces once again meeting for another set of kisses. Dahyun met you with no resistance, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you towards her. You tried to shake off the feeling of watching eyes being out in the open (though your staff have learned by now to keep quiet about it).

When you broke free, the two of them stared at you with wild, hungry eyes, like a wildfire burning behind the cover of a deep dark forest.

The night had just begun.

“I’m not necessarily questioning the sex dungeon,” Dahyun smirked, “but… why do you have a sex dungeon?”

“Please do not call it that,” you urged. “I actually sleep in here.”

“With other women,” Mina corrected.

“Therefore, a sex dungeon?,” Dahyun teased.

Inaccessible to guests at the basement of the club was a studio-sized room that you used to escape from the nightlife, spend auditing nights in silence. And yes, of course, occasional (though now rare) raunchy nights.

“Other… friends have asked to use this room,” you rebutted. “So it’s not my sex dungeon.”

“Really not helping your case here, honey,” Mina said, pulling you in for a kiss before you could even make it to the bed. She undid your clothes slowly, Dahyun assisting her while she watched in awe at old sparks reignite. In a matter of seconds, you were in all your glory out in the open, cock hard from the cold and the anticipation.

You didn’t notice it because of Mina, but Dahyun had also nearly bared herself completely as well. As you gasped for air, you caught her easing her seamless panties down. Somehow you found it hot that Dahyun didn’t bother with lingerie, but even more so that she was already ready for you in seconds.

“Go have fun with her, baby,” Mina kissed Dahyun on the neck. “I want to watch first and get ready.” At the command, Dahyun’s mouth curled into a mischievous, predatory smile.

You laid down on the bed and watched as Dahyun unquestioningly crawled on top of you, her perky tits dangling, begging to be grabbed. Before you could, Dahyun grabbed your wrists and held them above your head.

“Here’s the deal,” she purred, “I’ve had one month to fantasize about this moment.”

You turned to Mina, who raised an eyebrow at you. “Who said this was a spontaneous gift, honey?”

Dahyun grabbed your face and pointed it back at her. “Look at me.” You felt your cock twitch. She grabbed your hand and guided your middle finger gently to her clit; inches away you could already feel the vapors envelop your finger. Her clit was so swollen it sprang to the touch, like she’d been…

“Feel that? I edged myself thinking about you this morning,” she growled. “Now I’m going to have you to myself while your ex, my girlfriend watches. One guess to how I’m feeling right now.”

“Oh, don’t fuck with her, honey,” Mina harped at you, “she means business.”

You looked at Dahyun again, raring to hear your answer, and you smiled back at her with a mischievous smile to match hers.

“Bored,” you taunted, the answer so glaringly wrong that Dahyun caught on to your game. She smirked, crawling to line up her hips up to your face.

“Use that tongue for something better than being a prick,” she chimed, without warning slamming her entire weight onto your face.

The sensations were unreal. You couldn’t breathe save for thin slivers of air you gasped in with your mouth, the musk of her dripping wet core already coating your lips. You smelled nothing else, tasted nothing else, heard nothing else but her as she squealed gutturally with every suck and flick of your tongue on her folds.

“FUCK! Yes! Taste this fucking pussy! Taste my fucking juices! Oh my gohhh–,” she trailed off.

Your cock was already rock hard, reactively twitching almost painfully, begging to be pleasured. Dahyun gripped your hips, her hands so far and yet so tantalizingly close your brain imagined how aggressive her handjob might be, so crazed and frantic to taste your cum.

“God, I can’t take this anymore,” Mina remarked, hurriedly getting off the chair she was rubbing herself on, lying prone in front of your cock.

With one single, uninterrupted motion, she swallowed you whole, tip to hilt, nose jammed onto your pelvis. She let the tip stay in her throat, as if gently massaging the back of it with your tip, before closing her mouth entirely on your length. The warmth, the tightness of her suction brought back memories. With a pop, she let your cock flick out of her mouth, slapping on your stomach with a spray of her spit.

“Just as I remember, honey,” Mina teased, dragging her tongue from balls to frenulum with a single, slow lick. “Think I can still make you cum in three minutes?”

When you tried to catch a break from Dahyun to cook up a retort, she grabbed you by the hair and kept you on her.

“I said, focus on me,” she hissed, resuming her moaning as you kept going at her. Mina just chuckled to herself as she proceeded to deepthroat you nonstop.

You were caught in the middle of two competing storms: one intent on breaking you, and the other intent on breaking herself on you. Dahyun never let go of your hair, strands still held tightly between your fingers. Mina’s pace was predictable, but no less unrelenting: four pumps, then two, then a hearty hock of the excessive spit.

“The oil, honey,” Mina gasped, having had her fill of your length in her mouth. Dahyun let go of you to give you a brief second to compose your thoughts; when you pointed at the bottle on the side desk, she shoved you once again into her.

The oil was actually diluted peppermint oil, meant for massages. When you were with Mina, you’d played around with essential oils (at her behest), and one very lucky night you’d stumbled across this concoction. And Mina enjoyed the shit out of how your cock throbbed from the cooling of the menthol that turned into warmth with a very fast, focused handjob. And her request for it at this moment meant only one thing: she was preparing to end this round.

Mina started stroking, her breath still heavy as you heard the squelching drown it out in seconds. There was only one thing to it: an unceasingly quick rhythm that squeezed out as much as you could muster at the moment. You felt it, from the hilt filling up slowly, to your aching shaft massaged by every knuckle of Mina’s hand, even your tip numbed from Mina’s thumb jutted out in a way that tingled your slit.

“You’re gonna fucking cum, aren’t you?,” Mina chuckled. “Come on, cum for me.”

“No, don’t cum yet, baby,” Dahyun pleaded.

“Do it,” Mina said sternly, though a smile still audible behind it.

“Don’t you fucking cum,” Dahyun said more commandingly this time.

Mina laughed. “Don’t worry honey. Just let it out. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she growled, even giving you a two-second break to stare you in the eyes. “That cum is mine, you hear?”

“Me first. Cum for me, honey,” Mina begged. “Cum all inside my mouth.”

“If you cum,” Dahyun warned, “I’m going to ride you until you give me another load.”

The sensory and mental overload was almost indescribable. Being commanded by Dahyun was already hot, but the inevitable pain of a post-orgasm riding from a crazed woman like her was basically going to kill you. But even if you did want to give Mina your cum regardless, her stroking with the mint oil was already fogging your brain, making your legs twitch until they cramped.

“Ah, I can feel you cumming, honey,” Mina urged, her tone only slightly mockingly erotic. “Oh, please, cum for me.”

“Min–”

You couldn’t even call her name in time before you felt light, thin streams pour down your shaft, subdued only by Mina’s well-timed pause and your sheer force of will to keep everything in. Mina slid her hand upwards slowly, collecting all the cum in her hands, and squirmed her way away from your legs to consume it all by the side. Dahyun then immediately moving herself down onto you; again, just like with Mina, zero warning to her taking you into her balls deep, which she relished with a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy.

“Fuck, this fucking cock!,” she howled. “I’m gonna ride you till you finish inside me!”

With the temporary reprieve that was a free and exposed face, you moaned and laughed at the sensitivity of your cock. You felt Mina’s fingers lightly massage your balls, one even starting to slide down into your taint and into your ass.

“Ahah, agh! S-slow down–”

“No,” Dahyun growled again, voice rasping from her incessant screaming. “Come on, cum inside me already!”

You felt your chest cramp as you arched your back as Mina massaged your prostate gently.

“This is for you, you know,” Mina smirked. “You want this, even if you won’t admit it.”

“Oh fuck, I’m going to–,” Dahyun warned, before releasing a spray of squirt all over your cock and your stomach. Her orgasm was so forceful she had frozen over your tip, walls clamping and easing with every twitch of her body.

She paused for a few seconds, giving you reprieve, before bouncing on you once more. Mina got up and guided her, holding her and giving support to ride you with practically the same fury she had earlier. Now her moaning was choppy and shaky, trembling from her own overstimulation.

“Aw, look at you two fuck like rabbits,” Mina cooed from behind Dahyun. “Give her your cum, honey. She wants it.”

“F-fuck, this is too much…,” you groaned, before Dahyun hunched over you with a hand to your mouth.

“Then cum,” she hissed, “and we’ll let you rest.”

Mina’s fingering and toying helped to rid you of the ticklish feeling from the overstimulation that led you slowly to completion. Your balls and your shaft ached from strain, but you felt it coming. This time, you weren’t going to hold back.

“Cum inside me, please!,” Dahyun begged. “Cum in me, daddy!” That final whine, that final coax was all you needed as you thrust into Dahyun with all your might.

Just then, Mina lifted up Dahyun, forcing her to stop and for your orgasm, yet again, to be cut short.

“Grr– Mina, what the fuck?!,” you hissed.

“N-no!,” Dahyun whined. “Babe, p–”

Mina, with a hearty laugh, dropped Dahyun on you once again, this time her hand in between her pussy and your hips stroking you vigorously. You slammed your head into the mattress in shock, releasing long spurts into Dahyun’s folds. They clumped and stuck to your shaft, and along her walls as well, which Mina pooled with her fingers and licked up once again.

Dahyun stayed on top of you, her body trembling still, feeling all of you inside her. She eased herself off gently, Mina still guiding her off as she crashed into the mattress. Her chest heaved up and down, glistening from a thin film of sweat.

Now Mina crawled on top of you, bottle of oil in hand as she poured some all over your body. “Let’s wind you down properly, shall we?”

It was like watching an engine roar to life as Mina proceeded to press her thumbs down on you. This whole time, Mina had just stayed by the side, letting you and Dahyun do your thing; now it was her turn.

You weren’t exactly fit, evidenced by the indented fat around her fingers, but Mina slid her hands all over you like it didn’t matter.

You chuckled weakly. “Just like… old times.”

“Mhm,” she continued, “just like old times.”

She moved to sit on your stomach, her full, toned body very much visible in the low light. You’d be lying of you said you were over her, at least in this lustful way; you were, no doubt, among the many heads she could turn without question.

“She’s a lot, isn’t she?,” Mina asked you. You nodded weakly.

“This is still so fuckin’ weird,” you chuckled. “Is it?”

“Honestly? Not anymore,” Mina said, fingers drifting slowly to your cock. She knew better than to be aggressive; she simply massaged it with her fingertips, gently, but with enough give to make your heart race. “Now it’s just fun.”

“Funny?,” you groaned.

“No,” she replied. “Fun.” She let a single string of saliva flow down to your cock, the cold on your skin keeping you hard. She held your cock by the base with both hands, her thumbs pressing hard against its underside, balls cupped with the rest of her grasp.

Dahyun finally came to, propping herself up with an elbow, watching Mina work.

“Clean up first, babe,” Mina urged Dahyun. “He’s not going anywhere.” Dahyun hobbled her way into the bathroom, presumably to wipe herself clean of the dried sweat and fluids. Still, there you were in Mina’s grasp, her palm now gently yet still sensitively pressed against the top of your dick.

“You say she’s a lot,” you pushed, “and yet she follows your every word.”

“Quiet,” Mina pushed you back down with a sudden set of rapid strokes. “I’m trying to wring you dry.”

“As if she hasn’t already?”

You could feel it bubbling up; Mina was always good at that, knowing if you had the littlest bit left. And if there was one thing you were sure of, it’s that Mina missed doing this to you.

She twisted her fingers around your length gently, not squeezing but letting the motions do the work. You groaned and heaved, while she hummed in approval, slowing down when you started feeling the sensitivity again.

It felt like forever until Dahyun came out of the bathroom, walking towards you with a refreshed resolve. Instead, she sat beside Mina, watching her quietly.

She looked over to Dahyun, seeing her open her mouth tentatively, and she guided her head towards your shaft.

Her mouth brought a new feeling of warmth, her tongue swirling around your tip. Mina didn’t control her; rather, Dahyun adjusted to where Mina’s hands were, doing her work only where her fingers weren’t. Dahyun merely kissed your tip tenderly, licking in small, gentle strokes – a far cry from how she’d pounced at you earlier.

The combined effort was, nonetheless, working, and your balls, with one final squeeze, were ready to release. Mina grabbed Dahyun’s hand and wrapped her hand around your shaft, both hands stroking you fully from base to tip. They sped up slowly, until you could hear the saliva and oil squelch.

You were achingly hard again, fighting off the soreness of your previous orgasms. The two stuck out their tongues, quietly begging to taste you. You could even feel, from the way Mina sat with your leg trapped between hers, that her pussy was warm and wet, expectantly waiting for your release.

Then, right as you were about to cum, Mina hopped onto your cock as Dahyun kept the momentum going. Her walls wrapped around your length, and she swayed and rolled her hips in circles, deeply thrusting you inside her. You couldn’t even stop yourself from cumming, spurting a few final ropes of your seed into her. Still, she rolled as you writhed under her legs, until you tapped her thigh repeatedly.

“Mmm, how about I don’t?,” Mina teased, before you pushed her off onto the bed.

“Hey Dahyun,” you looked at her with a smile. “Wanna share?”

Dahyun smiled back as the both of you shared spots between Mina’s legs, unquestioningly diving in. Yes, you did cum in her (which Dahyun eagerly lapped up before you joined in), but right now, your shared priority was Mina – and her sweet nectar.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Mina cried out, “fuck, this is so fucking– oh, shit!”

The two of you took turns licking her clit, you then Dahyun, then you again. You pushed yourself up to allow Dahyun down to her folds, sliding in her fingers and scooping out your load from inside her core. As it coated her fingers, she’d suck her fingers clean.

“Dahyun,” you called, opening your mouth, and she gave you a fingerful of Mina’s slick; the sweetness and saltiness did all the work of making you forget that you’d finished in her, and all the weirdness it entailed with you doing so – because fuck it, she tasted amazing.

“You two,” Mina laughed, “are so fucking hot.”

“Cum for us, baby,” Dahyun urged.

“Cum for us, please,” you begged.

With one final, loud groan, with both of you following her pussy as she bucked her hips, Mina finished all over Dahyun’s fingers. Once she let go, Mina twitched silently, curling up into a ball before you as she convulsed out her orgasm. Despite the silence, you could feel the raw power behind it all.

You looked at Dahyun, and she forced her cum-covered fingers into your mouth, which you gladly lapped up. Licking it clean, you leaped on top of her, making out with her.

“We make a good team,” you chuckled, nipping at her neck.

“Anything for Mina,” she replied, and you couldn’t agree any more.

Once you’d let out all the tension between you two, you met Mina in her position on the bed and cradled her between the both of you. You were now a mass of bodies, lazily planting kisses all over each other; you’d kiss Mina and Dahyun’s shoulders as they made out, Mina dragged Dahyun to lick both sides of your neck, and Dahyun urged all of you to kiss together. Once again, you were a sweating, fluid-covered mess.

Mina was the first to break off. “Come on, you two,” she called, “I’m not sleeping covered in oil.”

The shower was no different: Dahyun first received her princess treatment from your hands and Mina’s, felt up her breasts and her firm ass. Then it was Mina’s turn, softly yelping with every strategic kiss you and Dahyun planted on her abdomen and her womb. Then it was yours, the girls playfully flicking your still-hard cock with stray strokes and gropes. You’d ached too much to try and muster any more for the night.

Then it was the bed, and you were still the star of the show, being tossed around between the two for some special attention. Dahyun was the first to go after a long while, having tried to jerk you off a bit more, only to wind down to sleep moaning your name with your hands on her tits. That left you and Mina, once again, full circle.

“So.”

“So.”

“Told you I was serious,” Mina continued.

“Didn’t doubt it,” you smirked. “So am I a permanent fixture in your relationship or…”

“'Human dildo’ would be a better term for you, honey.”

“Ouch,” you taunted. “I have rights, you know.”

“The be a behaved little dildo and don’t push your luck,” she rolled her eyes. “Maybe we’ll drag you into this again in the future.”

“You make it sound like you didn’t do this for me,” you retorted. “Whose birthday is it anyway?”

“Fair,” she chuckled. “Happy birthday, honey.”