OC X DAHYUN
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Game of Nine updated up to part 6 in KOFI https://ko-fi.com/epiclude
Kiho lingered in front of Choi Hyuk, eyes gleaming under the pale streetlight, his smirk deepening with the kind of confidence that only comes from knowing you've crossed a line—and enjoyed it. He subtly unlocked his phone, its screen momentarily displaying a vivid image before he angled it just slightly, letting Choi Hyuk catch a tantalizing glimpse.
"You ever really look at them?" he asked, his voice low and slow, like velvet sliding across glass. "I mean not just as idols on a screen, but as women? Real, breathing women with heat and hunger and secrets?"
Choi Hyuk's jaw twitched, his silence sharp, brittle. He couldn't help but notice the flash on Kiho's phone – a close-up shot that screamed Momo. Her lower body was the focus, the curve of her bare hip and the dark triangle of hair just visible at the top of her thighs taking centre stage. A playful bubble emoji seemed to float just above her most intimate area.
Kiho gave a short laugh, soft and dangerous. "Momo?" he said, savouring the name like a delicacy. "God, the way she moves when no one's watching… there's this rhythm in her hips, like her body's always dancing, always asking. She doesn't even know she's doing it. But I noticed. And once I touched her—not even anything obvious, just a hand on her waist—she leaned into it like she'd been waiting her whole life for someone not afraid to close the distance." As he spoke, he casually flicked through his gallery, another image briefly appearing – Momo lying on her stomach, her bare backside raised slightly, a mischievous wink seemingly directed at the camera.
He tilted his head, letting the words settle. He then brought up another image, this time a message thread with Jihyo. "And Jihyo…" he breathed, almost reverent. "She's something else entirely. Fire and control wrapped up in one perfect storm. She acts like she's in charge—and to everyone else, she is. But when you get close enough, when you say the right thing in just the right tone, you see it. That moment her mask slips. The way her breath catches when someone sees past all that armor." As he said this, Choi Hyuk caught a fleeting but unmistakable glimpse of Jihyo. She was in a dimly lit room, her top pulled down just enough to reveal the plump curve of her bare breast, the dark outline of her nipple clearly visible.
Kiho stepped closer, until the air between them was charged, electric. He then brought up a full-screen image, this one unmistakably Momo. She was leaning back in a chair, her legs spread wide, her short skirt hiked up to reveal the tops of her stockinged thighs and a hint of something much more intimate. Her expression was a playful pout, her finger teasingly touching her lips. "I didn't seduce them with tricks, Hyuk. I made them feel seen. Made them feel like women, not dolls in glass cases. And they gave me back something real in return." He subtly scrolled through his gallery again, this time lingering for a moment on a shot that made Choi Hyuk's breath hitch – a close-up of Kiho's own erect cock, thick and glistening.
Choi Hyuk's breathing had quickened, though he tried to hide it. His fists were still clenched, but now it wasn't just anger—there was confusion, resentment… and something darker. Something Kiho saw immediately.
"You feel it, don't you?" Kiho whispered, voice curling around the tension. "The heat. The jealousy. That little voice in your head wondering what it would be like to have that kind of power. To be inside their orbit the way I am." He then brought up a final image, this one of Nayeon, her previous barely-covered picture now in full view. Her breasts were gloriously bare, pushed together to emphasize her cleavage, her hard nipples practically begging to be touched. Her expression was sultry, a playful bite on her lower lip.
He leaned in, just enough to drop the final blow. "And I'm just getting started. Nine members. Nine different stories. You going to keep watching, Hyuk? Or are you finally going to admit you like what you see?"
Kiho turned with a flourish, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he pocketed his phone, the images seared into Choi Hyuk's mind. He strolled off into the night, his presence still lingering like expensive cologne.
Choi Hyuk remained rooted, burning with a mixture of rage, envy, and something far more dangerous: temptation, his mind reeling from the explicit glimpses of the women he admired, now intimately connected with the man who had just so brazenly flaunted his conquests.
Having tasted the forbidden fruit with Momo and Jihyo, Kiho's confidence had ballooned. He'd boasted, in his usual smug way, to Choi Hyuk about his "growing connections" within Twice. To further solidify his self-proclaimed success and perhaps to twist the knife of jealousy a little deeper, Kiho had casually mentioned that Dahyun was filming a scene for a movie and suggested they go "check it out." Choi Hyuk, despite his resentment, found himself tagging along, a reluctant spectator in Kiho's increasingly audacious exploits. And so, they found themselves lurking near the bustling set of "You Are the Apple of My Eye," watching as Dahyun prepared to film.
The humid air of the outdoor filming set clung to Dahyun like a second skin, the tight school uniform doing little to conceal the generous curves of her figure. The crisp white shirt, though buttoned demurely to the top, strained visibly across her surprisingly full and round breasts, the outline of what looked like a delicate lace bra clearly pressing through the thin fabric. Each breath she took caused the material to stretch and pull, hinting at the soft, yielding flesh beneath. The short plaid skirt, riding high above her naturally curvaceous hips, showcased a significant length of her smooth, pale thighs, their gentle swell hinting at a delightful softness. The tightness of the skirt accentuated her small waist before flaring slightly over the subtle but noticeable roundness of her ass, promising a handful of pure, unadulterated softness.
Kiho leaned against a light stand, his gaze possessively sweeping over Dahyun's figure. "That uniform barely contains her," he murmured to Choi Hyuk, a lascivious smirk playing on his lips. "Those little boobs are just begging to be freed." His eyes lingered on the way the shirt seemed to fight against the fullness of her chest, imagining his hands cupping their weight, feeling the soft give of her flesh against his palms.
Choi Hyuk, a few steps behind, felt a familiar heat pooling in his groin. Dahyun's petite frame packed a surprising punch in that uniform. The way her thighs filled out the short skirt, promising a delicious squeeze, had his blood racing. He fantasized about his hands sliding up those smooth legs, inching closer to the secrets hidden beneath the plaid fabric. He imagined pressing his face against her ample chest, inhaling her sweet scent.
Dahyun moved with an inherent energy, her steps light and bouncy, causing her breasts to jiggle subtly beneath her shirt, a sight that didn't escape Kiho's notice. "See that?" he whispered, a knowing gleam in his eyes. "Even that innocent little bounce is enough to drive a man wild." He imagined peeling that pristine white shirt open, revealing the rosy tips of her nipples, tracing their delicate outline with his tongue.
Kiho briefly caught Dahyun's eye, offering a casual wave. She responded with a bright, innocent smile, a stark contrast to the explicit thoughts running through both men's minds. "She's so oblivious," Kiho chuckled softly, turning back to Choi Hyuk. "Doesn't even know the kind of thoughts she's stirring up just by standing there." He then let his gaze drop lower, lingering on the subtle curve of her backside beneath the tight skirt. "That little ass… perfect for gripping while you take her from behind."
Choi Hyuk swallowed hard, his gaze mirroring Kiho's. He imagined pulling that skirt up, revealing the lacy edge of her panties, pressing himself against her until he could feel the soft give of her buttocks. The primness of the uniform only amplified the forbidden nature of his desires, making Dahyun's youthful curves seem even more tantalizing. Kiho had the casual confidence of a man who felt he had access, while Choi Hyuk could only watch, his mind a whirlwind of explicit images fueled by Dahyun's deceptively innocent yet undeniably sensual form.
Dahyun, a mischievous glint in her bright eyes even as she feigned exhaustion, bounded off set towards the green room, her short plaid skirt bouncing perkily with each step, flashing glimpses of her long, slender legs that ended in white ankle socks peeking just above her sneakers. Kiho, a predatory smile already forming on his lips, gave Choi Hyuk a pointed look before sauntering after her. Choi Hyuk, predictably, followed, glued to Kiho's movements like a shadow.
The green room door remained slightly ajar, offering Choi Hyuk a tantalizing peek. Dahyun had tossed her water bottle onto the table and was already fiddling with her tie, a playful frown on her face as if struggling with the knot. Kiho was instantly by her side, his fingers gently brushing hers as he took over. "Let me, clumsy," he chuckled, his gaze lingering on the soft curve of her neck just above the crisp white collar of her shirt.
Dahyun giggled, a bright, airy sound. "I swear this tie has a mind of its own," she said, tilting her head back slightly, giving Kiho even more access to her slender neck. As Kiho's fingers worked at the tie, he deliberately slowed his movements, his knuckles grazing the top button of her shirt, feeling the slight pressure against the fabric that stretched across her chest.
"You know," Kiho murmured, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes now fixed on the way her shirt clung to her surprisingly full breasts, "this whole innocent schoolgirl look… it's really doing things to me."
Dahyun's playful frown returned, but this time it was laced with a teasing edge. "Oh yeah?" she purred, her gaze dropping to his lips and then flicking back up to his eyes. "What exactly is it doing, Kiho-oppa?" She leaned in slightly, the tips of her fingers tracing the edge of his collar, her movements mirroring his earlier touch on her neck.
Kiho's hand had now fully loosened her tie, letting it hang undone, revealing a hint of the skin beneath her collarbone. His fingers trailed down, lingering just above the second button of her shirt, the fabric pulled taut over her budding cleavage. "It makes me want to see what's underneath all this prim and proper attire," he whispered, his thumb lightly brushing against the edge of the button.
Dahyun's breath hitched. She stepped back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reached down and playfully hiked up her short skirt a fraction higher, revealing even more of her long, smooth legs and the tops of her white socks. "Maybe you'll have to work for it," she said, her voice a soft challenge. She then leaned back against the table, crossing her long legs, the movement causing her skirt to ride up even further, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the fabric underneath.
Choi Hyuk, watching through the sliver of the open door, felt his throat tighten. The playful yet overtly sexual banter between them, combined with Dahyun's teasing use of her uniform, was incredibly arousing. He could see the clear outline of her bra through the damp fabric of her shirt, the undone tie suggesting a loosening of inhibitions. Her long, bare thighs, revealed by the hiked-up skirt, were a direct invitation, and the way she held Kiho's gaze left no doubt about the undercurrent of desire flowing between them. Kiho was clearly in control of this game, and Choi Hyuk could only watch, a frustrated voyeur to their escalating flirtation.
With a swift, effortless movement, Kiho reached out and gently lifted Dahyun onto the small table, her short skirt riding even higher, revealing the delicate lace trim of her underwear peeking out from beneath. Dahyun giggled, her hands instinctively reaching behind her to steady herself. Kiho, now standing directly in front of her, took the ends of her loosened tie in his hands. Instead of simply straightening it, he used it to gently tug her closer, her body sliding forward until her knees almost brushed against his thighs.
Kiho's gaze swept over Dahyun's face, lingering on her bright, expressive eyes, her cute, button nose, and the fullness of her lips. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her cheek. "You're even more beautiful up close," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.
He then began to tease her delicate features, the back of his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her cheekbone. Dahyun shivered, her eyes fluttering closed for a fleeting moment. Kiho then trailed his fingers down to her lips, gently outlining their shape, feeling their softness. He lingered there for a moment, his thumb lightly pressing into her lower lip, making her part them slightly.
Moving lower, Kiho's fingers danced along the slender column of her neck, pausing at the sensitive spot just below her earlobe, sending another shiver through Dahyun. He could feel her pulse quickening beneath his touch. "You feel that, Dahyun-ah?" he whispered, his gaze intent on her reaction. "That's what you do to me too."
Choi Hyuk, still watching through the crack in the door, felt a surge of intense jealousy. He could see the clear attraction between Kiho and Dahyun, the intimate way Kiho was touching her. He imagined being the one standing that close, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingertips, her breath warm against his face. His own body tightened with longing and frustration as he witnessed Kiho's effortless charm and Dahyun's clear enjoyment of his attention.
Without any further hesitation, Kiho leaned in, his lips crashing against Dahyun's in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw and immediate, his mouth opening wide against hers, demanding entrance as his tongue slid deep into her mouth. It tangled with hers in a slow, wet, and utterly unrestrained exploration, a primal dance of saliva and heat. Dahyun gasped, a surprised sound that quickly morphed into a soft moan of arousal, her lips parting further to grant him deeper access. Their tongues met and swirled, a sloppy, intimate ballet that left no doubt about the intensity of their sudden desire. Kiho's hands, which had been framing her face, now tightened in her hair, tilting her head back to deepen the connection, his thumbs pressing firmly against her cheeks.
At the same time, Kiho subtly shifted his hips, the thick, hard length of his cock pressing insistently against Dahyun's clothed mound. He began to rock his pelvis slowly at first, a deliberate grind that sent a visible shudder through Dahyun's small frame. She moaned again against his lips, a deeper, more urgent sound this time, her hands leaving his arms to clutch at his waist, her own hips instinctively meeting his with a growing, frantic rhythm. The friction through their clothing was immediate and incredibly arousing, a blatant, insistent pressure that promised the even greater pleasure waiting beneath. He could feel the wetness already seeping through her uniform skirt, a clear sign of her quickening arousal.
Breaking the intense, wet kiss, both of them were breathing heavily, their eyes locking, glazed with lust. Kiho's grip on her hair tightened for a fleeting moment before his hands dropped with a sudden, almost violent urgency to the buttons of her crisp white shirt. He ripped downwards, the plastic fasteners popping open and skittering across the table, the sharp sound echoing in the small room. The fabric parted dramatically, revealing the delicate lace of her bra, a flimsy white thing that barely contained the fullness of her perky breasts. Kiho didn't hesitate, his hands immediately going to the soft mounds. He palmed them roughly, his thumbs rubbing hard over the delicate lace, feeling the unmistakable hardness of her nipples pressing against his fingertips. He squeezed, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Dahyun, her eyes widening in a mixture of shock and intense arousal.
Choi Hyuk, pressed against the slightly ajar door, felt his own cock throb with a desperate urgency. The raw physicality of Kiho's actions was a brutal assault on his senses, igniting a firestorm of lust and envy within him. The passionate, open-mouthed kiss, the blatant, insistent humping against her clothed pussy, and the almost savage ripping open of her shirt sent jolts of pure, unadulterated desire through him. He could see the deep flush creeping up Dahyun's neck, her rapid, shallow breathing, the way her eyes flickered between shock and an undeniable, almost desperate arousal. Kiho was moving with a possessive confidence that spoke of prior encounters, and Dahyun, despite the abruptness of his advances, seemed completely enthralled, her body already reacting in kind. Choi Hyuk's jealousy coiled tighter in his gut, a burning ache that mirrored the intense throbbing in his own groin. He was a helpless observer, trapped just inches away from the explicit scene, his own desires a painful echo of the pleasure unfolding before his very eyes..
Without wasting another second, Kiho leaned down, his mouth opening wide as he latched onto Dahyun's exposed nipple through the delicate lace of her bra. He sucked hard, drawing the sensitive nub deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling across its erect tip, eliciting a sharp, almost painful cry from Dahyun that she bit back against her lip. He repeated the action on her other breast, his teeth gently scraping against the fabric before his wet mouth enveloped it, alternating between deep, insistent sucks that made her gasp for air and teasing flicks of his tongue that sent shivers of raw, electric sensation coursing through her entire body. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her head falling back against the table, her breath coming in short, ragged pants that echoed her mounting desire.
His hands, still grasping the edges of her now fully open shirt, slid lower, finding the hem of her short plaid skirt. With a sudden, forceful rip, he yanked it upwards, the fabric tearing slightly as it rode high on her thighs, revealing the thin, pale blue fabric of her panties stretched across her damp mound. Without hesitation, his fingers, already slick with her arousal and his precum, slid beneath the elastic at her hip, tearing the small garment with a sharp, decisive rip. The sound echoed loudly in the small, tense room, and Dahyun's thighs instinctively parted wider, completely exposing her wet and swollen vulva. Her eyes flew open, meeting Kiho's with a raw mixture of shock, vulnerability, and fierce, undeniable desire.
In the next instant, Kiho shifted his body, the thick, throbbing head of his fully erect cock pressing directly against her bare, slick pussy. The contact was immediate, intense, and undeniably visceral, a raw, primal connection that made Dahyun gasp and arch her back off the table, her body instinctively trying to grind against him, seeking more of that incredible pressure. A soft, wet moan, this time fully escaping her lips, rippled through the air, a clear, unmistakable sign of the incredible pleasure and overwhelming arousal the direct, skin-on-skin contact was giving her. Her hands slid from his shoulders to grip his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for the friction.
Choi Hyuk, his face pressed against the narrow gap in the door, felt a jolt of pure, agonizing lust shoot through him. The sight of Kiho's mouth aggressively sucking on Dahyun's bare nipples, the abrupt and brutal ripping of her panties exposing her vulnerable core, and then the undeniable bulge of his hard cock pressed so intimately against her wet pussy was almost unbearable to witness. He imagined himself in Kiho's place, feeling the heat and slickness of her body against his own, hearing her unrestrained moans of pleasure directed at him. His own erection throbbed with a desperate, aching need, the sounds and sights emanating from the green room fueling his intense jealousy and a near-crippling level of arousal.
Without any hint of tenderness, Kiho's hands clamped onto Dahyun's hips, his fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh of her buttocks. He lifted her slightly, positioning her perfectly, and then, with a sudden, brutal thrust, he drove his thick, hard cock deep into her wet and unprepared pussy. Dahyun's breath exploded from her lungs in a sharp, involuntary cry, a fleeting flicker of surprise and a momentary sting of discomfort crossing her face before being instantly overwhelmed by a rush of intense, almost shocking pleasure. She gasped, her eyes widening as Kiho's substantial length filled her completely, stretching her tight, virginal walls with a satisfying resistance. She instinctively reacted, her long legs wrapping tightly around his waist, her heels digging into his back, pulling him in deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him buried inside her.
Kiho, without missing a beat, began to pound into her with a raw, primal urgency. His hips slammed against hers, the fleshy thud of their bodies colliding echoing loudly in the confined space of the green room. He drove his cock in and out, each thrust a deliberate, forceful act, plunging to the hilt and then withdrawing almost completely before repeating the deep penetration. Dahyun's head thrashed against the table, her moans escaping her lips now with less restraint, growing louder and more insistent with each powerful impact. Kiho relished the slick heat engulfing his shaft, the tight, almost desperate grip of her inner muscles clenching and releasing around him with each frenzied movement. His gaze roamed freely over her body as he fucked her relentlessly – her short plaid skirt was hiked up around her hips, a tangle of fabric revealing the bare skin of her thighs and the torn remnants of her panties. Her crisp white shirt hung open, the popped buttons scattered on the table, exposing the delicate lace of her bra, now damp with sweat, and the tops of her heaving, gloriously full breasts, their nipples already hard and erect from his earlier ministrations. He briefly reached down, his hand cupping the weight of one of her perky boobs, his thumb roughly stroking her already sensitive nipple as he continued his aggressive assault, his movements becoming more frenzied, his own breath catching in his throat.
Dahyun's initial shock had completely dissolved, replaced by an unrestrained wave of carnal pleasure. She met Kiho's brutal thrusts with an equal, almost desperate fervour, her body bucking against his, her moans turning into cries of pure ecstasy with each deep penetration. Her hands clutched tightly onto his shoulders, her fingers digging into his back, her nails leaving faint scratches in his skin as she rode him hard, her head thrown back, her long neck exposed, her eyes half-closed and glazed with a haze of pure, animalistic pleasure. Her entire being was focused on the incredible sensations flooding her body, the intense stretching, the rhythmic pounding, the feeling of being completely filled by him.
Without pausing his relentless assault, Kiho suddenly gripped Dahyun's thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, lifting her with surprising strength while his thick cock remained firmly lodged deep within her slick pussy. Dahyun gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his waist for balance as she was suspended in mid-air, still gloriously impaled. The change in angle was instantly electrifying, Kiho's shaft now pressing against her G-spot with a more direct and intense pressure with each movement.
Kiho, holding her weight effortlessly, continued to thrust into her, his hips pumping with a renewed vigor as he carried her a few steps away from the table. Dahyun cried out, a breathless sound that was a mixture of surprise and heightened pleasure erupting from her lips. The feeling of being completely filled and suspended, moving as one with each powerful thrust, was overwhelmingly intense. Her head lolled back, her eyes squeezed shut, her grip on his shoulders tightening until her knuckles were white as she felt a new wave of sensation begin to coil deep within her.
To further stoke her rising pleasure, Kiho used his free hand to cup her bare backside, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit through the damp fabric of her torn panties. Dahyun's whimpers grew more frantic. He then shifted his grip, sliding his fingers between her legs from behind, gently spreading her wider, allowing his cock to penetrate even deeper with each thrust.
The rhythm intensified, Kiho's thrusts becoming deeper and faster, each powerful plunge sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. Dahyun's breath hitched, and she began to whimper and gasp in rapid succession, her body convulsing subtly with each forceful impact. A high-pitched moan escaped her lips, followed by another and another, each one laced with increasing urgency and a desperate need for release. Her inner muscles began to clench around Kiho's cock, tighter and tighter, a frantic, involuntary squeezing that made Kiho grunt with satisfaction. Then, with a final, shuddering gasp that seemed to tear from the depths of her soul, Dahyun's back arched, her body going completely rigid as a series of intense, pulsating waves of pure, unadulterated ecstasy ripped through her. Her first orgasm hit her with a force that made her cry out, a raw, unrestrained sound of pure, unadulterated bliss that echoed in the small room.
One of the sexiest idols in Korea, Kiho thought, a surge of pure dominance flooding his senses, millions of men fantasize about fucking her, and here she is, trembling and screaming her first orgasm on my cock. The memory of just yesterday, Jihyo's soft moans and Momo's wet sounds as they both trembled under his fingers, flashed through his mind, making his already rock-hard erection feel even thicker and more potent. He gripped Dahyun's thighs tighter, his thrusts deepening with renewed vigor, reveling in the absolute power he held in that moment.
Kiho, feeling the incredible, tight contractions gripping his cock, continued to pump into her with a renewed intensity, relishing the feel of her climax washing over him, her wetness lubricating him even further. He could see the pure, unadulterated pleasure etched on her face, the tears that squeezed from beneath her tightly shut eyelids, the way her body trembled in his arms.
Without breaking their connection, Kiho gently lowered Dahyun until her hands rested on the edge of the table for support. Her skirt had twisted high around her hips, a chaotic mess of plaid revealing the bare curve of her lower back and the torn edges of her panties clinging precariously to one thigh. Her white shirt hung open, the flimsy lace of her bra now damp and clinging to the full curve of her breasts, their nipples still hard and sensitive. He gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her back against his rock-hard length, the head of his cock teasing the wet entrance of her pussy. Her long legs trembled slightly, a visible sign of the intensity of her arousal.
Reaching forward, Kiho gently gathered a handful of Dahyun's soft, silky hair at the nape of her neck, the strands cool against his heated skin. He used it to tilt her head up, exposing the delicate line of her spine and giving him a clearer view of her flushed face and parted lips. He then positioned himself behind her, the thick, throbbing head of his member rubbing against the slick, swollen lips of her eager pussy, sending electric jolts through her already sensitized nerves. Dahyun whimpered softly, her hands gripping the table tighter, her anticipation a tangible thing in the air.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Kiho finally slid his entire length into her, filling her completely with a satisfying stretch. Dahyun cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that echoed in the small room. Kiho began to fuck her in the doggy style, his hips pumping with a deep, steady rhythm, his hands still gripping her hips, guiding her movements and controlling the pace. He could feel the incredible tightness of her slick walls clenching around his thick shaft with each deep thrust, her inner muscles milking him with a delicious intensity.
From his vantage point, Kiho had a perfect, unobstructed view of Dahyun's body. Her messy school uniform, the white shirt revealing the enticing swell of her trembling breasts, the plaid skirt a disheveled frame for her long, bare thighs and the glimpse of torn lace, only amplified her vulnerability and his dominant control. Her long, slender legs shook with each powerful thrust, and her soft, breathy moans filled the air, punctuated by sharper gasps as his cock hit just the right spot deep inside her. This was Dahyun of Twice, an idol worshipped by millions, and he was buried deep within her, fucking her hard, her body trembling with his every move, her pleasure his for the taking. The realization sent another surge of heat and power coursing through him, making his cock feel even thicker and more potent as he continued his relentless, pleasurable assault
Without breaking their intense rhythm, Kiho reached around, his hands cupping Dahyun's full, trembling breasts. His thumbs rubbed hard against her already erect nipples through the damp lace of her bra, eliciting sharp intakes of breath from her. He squeezed and kneaded the soft mounds, his fingers digging into her flesh as he continued to pound into her from behind. The sensation of his thick cock stretching her from within while his hands aggressively played with her sensitive breasts sent new waves of pleasure crashing through her.
"You like that, hmm?" Kiho grunted between thrusts, his hot breath hitting the back of her neck. "My cock buried so deep inside you, and my hands all over your sweet tits." He squeezed one breast particularly hard, making Dahyun cry out. "Such perfect little things, aren't they? Begging for a good squeeze."
He continued to fuck her hard, his hips slamming against hers with a wet, insistent rhythm, all while his hands remained firmly on her breasts, "Tell me how good it feels, Dahyun-ah," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."
Dahyun moaned loudly, her head thrashing back and forth, her hands gripping the table for dear life. "Oh, Kiho… yes… fuck me… it feels so good… so deep…"
"That's right," Kiho growled, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "My cock belongs inside you, doesn't it? And these perfect little tits belong in my hands." He leaned forward, nuzzling his face against her neck while his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "You're so fucking hot, Dahyun. Such a good little idol getting fucked just the way you deserve."
Suddenly, a sharp rap on the door startled them. "Dahyun-ssi? We need you back on set in five minutes!" a voice called out from the other side.
Kiho froze mid-thrust, his body still deeply embedded within Dahyun. Her eyes snapped open, widening in surprise and a hint of panic. Her hands, which had been gripping Kiho's back, tightened instinctively. A soft gasp escaped her lips.
Choi Hyun, who had been glued to the crack in the door, flinched at the sudden sound. He quickly backed away from the door, his eyes darting around the room for another vantage point. Spotting a window partially obscured by a curtain, he silently rushed towards it, carefully pulling the edge of the curtain back just enough to create a small gap to see inside. He could still clearly see Dahyun and Kiho, now both frozen in their compromising position, Kiho's hard cock still buried deep within her.
Dahyun's chest heaved, her gaze flicking towards the door and then back to Kiho, her expression a mix of alarm and lingering arousal. Kiho, a smug look still on his face, leaned down and whispered something in her ear, his hand still firmly cupping one of her breasts.
From his hidden vantage point behind the partially drawn curtain, Choi Hyun's breath hitched in his throat. Dahyun's eyes darted from the door to Kiho, a flicker of panic mixed with a strange sort of thrill in her gaze. He could see the way Kiho's lips were moving as he whispered to her, his hand still possessively cupping her breast.
Then, unbelievably, Dahyun took a step. Kiho didn't budge, and Choi Hyun saw the subtle lift of her skirt, the awkward shift in her posture. He was still inside her. Choi Hyun's jaw dropped slightly as she took another step, a barely perceptible wobble in her gait. With each movement, he could see the almost imperceptible clench of her thighs, a clear indication of Kiho's continued presence within her.
She started to walk towards the door, and with every step she took, Choi Hyun saw the slight, almost involuntary thrust that rippled through her body. Kiho was fucking her with each movement, right there, in broad daylight, almost. The contrast between her schoolgirl uniform, now disheveled and revealing, and the blatant sexuality of the situation was a potent aphrodisiac, even through his jealous haze.
She reached the door, her hand trembling slightly as she reached for the handle. "Yes?" she called out, her voice a little higher than usual, a slight breathlessness to her tone that made his own cock tighten.
"Dahyun-ssi? We really need to get started on the next setup. Five minutes, okay?" the muffled voice replied from the other side.
Dahyun took a shaky breath. "Actually," she said, her voice now sounding a little more composed, but still with that tell-tale tremor, "could you give me just… ten more minutes? I just need to… fix my makeup."
There was a brief pause. "Ten minutes, Dahyun-ssi. But no longer, alright?"
"Yes, thank you so much!" Dahyun replied, a forced cheerfulness in her tone. She closed her eyes for a fleeting second, a small, almost imperceptible groan escaping her lips. Choi Hyun watched, mesmerized, as she then subtly shifted her hips, rocking them back almost imperceptibly to meet Kiho's cock deeper inside her. Her movements were small, controlled, but undeniably sensual, and he could see the slight strain in her neck as she fought to suppress the moans that must have been building within her with each secret thrust. His own cock throbbed against his zipper, the sheer audacity and brazenness of their actions fueling his envy to an almost unbearable level.
Kiho, a wicked plan forming in his mind, subtly tightened his grip on Dahyun's hips. Still deeply embedded within her, he began to take small steps, guiding her slowly towards the window where he had spotted the tell-tale flicker of movement behind the curtain. Dahyun, lost in the throes of her first climax, moaned softly, her body moving almost instinctively with his lead. She was so thoroughly consumed by the intense waves of pleasure still washing over her that she remained completely unaware of Kiho's deliberate direction.
As they reached the window, positioning Dahyun directly in front of the gap in the curtains where he knew Choi Hyun was hiding, Kiho paused. Reaching forward with his free hand, he gently but firmly grasped a handful of Dahyun's hair at the nape of her neck. With a slow, deliberate pull, he lifted her head, tilting her face upwards and towards the window, giving Choi Hyun a clear, unobstructed view of her stunning features, now flushed and beautiful in the throes of pure ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted slightly as she gasped for breath, her expression a raw testament to the intense pleasure wracking her body.
Kiho, his eyes briefly meeting the barely visible shadow behind the curtain, felt a surge of triumph. He then tightened his grip on Dahyun's hips once more and redoubled his efforts. He began to thrust deeper and faster, his cock slamming against her G-spot with each powerful stroke. Dahyun cried out, a mix of pleasure and surprise escaping her lips. Her body began to tremble anew, the aftershocks of her second orgasm quickly giving way to the building pressure of a second. Her hands gripped Kiho's arms tightly, her nails digging into his flesh as she rode his increasingly frantic rhythm. Her head thrashed from side to side, her moans growing louder and more unrestrained, each sound a symphony of pure, unadulterated bliss unknowingly directed at their hidden audience. Her inner muscles clenched around Kiho's shaft, tighter and tighter, and then, with a final, shuddering gasp, her back arched, her body convulsing violently as a third, even more intense orgasm ripped through her, her screams echoing in the small room.
Kiho finally released his grip on Dahyun's hips, stepping back slightly after her third shuddering climax. Her legs instantly buckled, her knees going weak as the last waves of pleasure receded. She instinctively reached out, grabbing onto the edge of the table to steady herself, her body still trembling uncontrollably.
Her once neatly styled black hair was now a disheveled mess, strands sticking to her damp forehead and neck. Her makeup, no doubt meticulously applied for the camera, was now slightly smudged around her eyes, and her lips were swollen and red from Kiho's intense kisses. Her crisp white shirt hung completely open, revealing the sweat-dampened lace of her bra clinging to her heaving chest. The short plaid skirt was twisted around her hips, barely covering her, and the torn remnants of her blue panties lay discarded on the floor. Her long, pale legs, now slightly shaky, bore the marks of Kiho's rough handling, a faint blush evident on her thighs. This was Dahyun, the vibrant and beloved idol of Twice, now utterly undone, her usual cheerful composure replaced by a sated, almost dazed look.
That cock… it's so thick and hard, Dahyun thought, her eyes, still glazed with lingering ecstasy, fixed on Kiho's impressive member that stood just inches in front of her. A wave of heat washed over her again, a familiar ache settling in her core. Despite her weakened state, a powerful urge to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, took over.
Slowly, deliberately, Dahyun released her grip on the table and sank to her knees in front of Kiho. Her gaze never left his throbbing cock as she reached out a trembling hand and gently circled its thick head with her fingertips. It was still slick with her juices, and she could feel its powerful pulse beneath her touch. Taking a deep breath, Dahyun opened her mouth and slowly slid the tip in, her lips closing around the smooth, hard flesh.
Dahyun's lips closed around the thick shaft, taking in as much as she could, her cheeks hollowing as she began to suck with a newfound eagerness. Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, flicking over the sensitive frenulum, making Kiho groan softly. She used her hands to cup his heavy balls, gently squeezing and then licking the taut skin, sending another jolt of pleasure through him.
Kiho, his eyes half-closed in bliss, suddenly flicked them open, his gaze finding the barely visible gap in the curtains where he knew Choi Hyun was still lurking. A slow, deliberate smirk spread across his face as he watched Dahyun's head bobbing up and down, her black hair swaying with the rhythm of her ministrations. Her beautiful, stunning face was now inches away from his engorged cock, her soft lips and tongue working magic on his stiff member. The contrast of her innocent idol image with the explicit act she was performing was incredibly arousing for Kiho, and he knew it had to be torture for Choi Hyun to witness.
Dahyun continued her passionate assault on his cock, her suction strong and insistent. She varied her technique, sometimes taking the full length into her mouth, other times focusing on the head, her lips and tongue working in perfect coordination. She occasionally glanced up at Kiho through her lashes, a playful, almost wicked glint in her eyes, before returning to her task with renewed enthusiasm, making sure to pay special attention to the sensitive underside and the thick veins that pulsed beneath her touch.
Dahyun's lips closed firmly around the thick shaft, taking in his full length with a practiced ease that belied the earlier surprise. She began to suck with a fervent intensity, her tongue dancing against the underside, tracing the engorged veins with deliberate strokes that made Kiho groan and grip her hair lightly. Her hands, still resting on his thighs, occasionally squeezed and then moved to gently cup his heavy balls, her thumbs lightly rubbing the taut skin, sending shivers of pure pleasure through him.
As Kiho's pace quickened, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts, Dahyun matched his rhythm, her head bobbing with a passionate urgency. He could feel the tightening in his groin, the unmistakable signs of his impending climax. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes half-closed in sheer bliss, relishing the incredible sensation of her mouth working its magic.
Then, it hit him, a powerful surge of pleasure that made him cry out. He bucked forward slightly, unloading his hot, thick semen deep into Dahyun's eager mouth. He didn't pull away immediately, savoring the moment as his life force poured into her. Dahyun continued to suck gently for a moment longer before finally pulling back, her lips slick with his ejaculate. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and playfulness, a small smile gracing her swollen lips.
"That was… intense," Dahyun said softly, licking her lips, a hint of Kiho's semen still glistening on them.
Kiho chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You're a natural, Dahyun-ah."
She giggled, a bright, airy sound. "Maybe you just bring out the best in me, oppa." She reached up and gently wiped a stray drop of his semen from his chin with her thumb, her touch lingering for a moment. "Now," she said, stepping back and picking up a tissue from the table, "I really do need to fix my makeup. Wouldn't want to disappoint the fans, would we?" She turned towards the mirror, her movements no longer rushed, a quiet confidence in her demeanor as she assessed the slight smudges around her eyes.
Kiho watched her for a moment, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He then walked up behind her, his hands sliding around her waist and then up under her open shirt, cupping her bare breasts from behind. Dahyun gasped softly, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at their reflection in the mirror. Kiho's thumbs rubbed gently against her nipples, which were still hard from their earlier encounter. He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. "You're perfect just the way you are," he whispered, his fingers now tracing the curve of her side, dipping slightly under the waistband of her twisted skirt. Dahyun leaned back against him, a small smile playing on her lips as she continued to examine her face in the mirror, seemingly unbothered by his lingering touch.
After a few more moments of enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his hands, Kiho finally stepped back, adjusting his pants. He gave Dahyun a final wink and then strode out of the green room, directly towards the spot behind the curtain where he knew Choi Hyun had been watching.
"Well, well, well, Hyuk," Kiho said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he emerged into the warm parking lot. He stretched languidly, a picture of post-coital contentment. "Did you enjoy the show? I told you I had a way with these idols. Dahyun was… exceptionally enthusiastic, to say the least." He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "That tight little body of hers? Amazing. And that mouth… she knows how to use it, that's for sure. Swallowed every last drop." He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and casually flicking through his gallery until he landed on a recent, suggestive selfie Dahyun had sent him. He angled the screen slightly, just enough for Choi Hyun to catch a glimpse. "You know, Hyuk, you need to learn how to make these connections. It's a whole different world when they're actually… responsive. Maybe I can give you some pointers sometime." He clapped Choi Hyun on the shoulder, his smirk widening, before heading towards his car, leaving Choi Hyun simmering in a potent brew of envy and frustrated desire.