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HCHQ - Double Team

Male Reader x futa!Yunjin, futa!Kazuha

Length: 3329 words

Tags: FUTA, futa!idols, dom!idols, crossdressing, stress relief, sex work, sex for pay, fembody, horsecock!Kazuha, fondling, almost_horsecock!Yunjin, spitroasting, blowjob, ass eating, ANAL, reader receives anal, balls licking, deepthroat, DEEPthroat, choking, choking kink, size kink, asphyxiation kink, rough sex, doggy sex, anal creampie, submissive, foot licking, thigh-high kink, small_cock!reader

TW: unedited futa mess (mess mess mess)

Inspiration: @writerpeach @sinswithpleasure @praeluxius and Miggy were talking about some... stuff. Sorry, y'all go called out because you inspired me to write this (I couldn't help myself).

(A/N: nothing left to say lol)

"God, this is killing me."

Yunjin throws her hands off the keyboard and high into the air, as if she's trying to grab the ceiling and pull herself upwards. However, the lifeless, white painted concrete is too far away for her arms to reach it. Kazuha gives her friend a bemused look.

"It's the same for all of us," the Japanese born woman says, loosening the thin black tie around her neck. The godforsaken thing has hampered her ability to take deep breaths of cooled air for too many hours already. "After ten hours, it'll get to the best."

"What do you mean ten—oh God, it's already six? We are nowhere near done!"

Yunjin quickly tries to hide her Rolex behind the sleeve of her black suit, as if that would give her back the hours she has wasted in front of this screen and on the phone next to it. Either that or she wants a couple more hours to finish this project and then have time left over for her actual life. 

But no. This is her life now, she wanted this promotion, all the benefits that come from it, but she has to earn for it. Kazuha is a great help, a good friend and an even better negotiator. But these tasks are just too brutal. A deep sigh leaves her lips.

"Should we," Kazuha leans onto the desk, a hand of hers guiding down Yunjin's. "Stop now and do the rest tomorrow or—"

"No," Yunjin firmly says eyes back on the screen, but she can feel Kazuha's soft, worried gaze on her. "I can't allow ourselves to fall behind just because things are a bit more complicated today."

Kazuha nods. In swift steps, her dress shows clacking on the smooth office floor, she walks towards the large window panels and stares at the other skyscrapers. In between them, the sun is getting ready to set, the sky a lot more yellow than blue at the horizon.

"A beautiful sight," she murmurs. "Even the reflection in all the windows is—let's reflect it back too."

"What do you mean?" a puzzled Yunjin asks.

Kazuha smirks. "Let me just call this magic number." Her fingers dart towards Yunjin's phone, who quickly voices her hesitance. 

"Won't this distract us?"

"Aren't you stressed, Ms. Huh?" Kazuha playfully whispers, Yunjin's scent right in her nostrils. "Don't you think thirty minutes with him can restore our energy for tonight?"

"You're right, but won't it get… overboard again?" Yunjin feels a thrill rush up her spine, against all reservations. Kazuha just knows what buttons to push—quite literally.

"Overboard? I have no idea what you mean~"

"Kazuha, I'm for real, I—"

"And I think you just need to get your stupid, large cock into a nice warm hole." Kazuha puts emphasis on each word and then the same emphasis on each press of a button on the phone dial. "I know you want to see him."

"Come on in, come on in," the tall woman shouts excitedly and taps her dress-pant covered thigh. You don't need to squint your eyes to see a bulge along the tight, black trousers. "God, he looks so hot."

You open the door to Yunjin's and Kazuha's shared office, a vast room in a simple corporate design with gray walls, silver desks and black furniture. Indeed, in between the two designated workspaces, a set of couches and a solid, obsidian-colored block as a table, all atop a checkered carpet. It looks like the fur of a certain mountain goat, but it's all fake, polyester, for an easier clean-up. At least that's what Kazuha told you. Speaking of her she—

"You're right," Yunjin huffs, hair sticking to her sweaty temple. "That's why I told you—"

"Shut up now."

Kazuha puts a hand on her friend's mouth and you're not even surprised. Those two seem to lose their mind every time they see you. Begs the question, why? It's not like you're wearing a cute, pink skirt, too short to cover your crotch if you were to have an erection, along with black thigh-highs and a tiny crop top—an unspeakable profanity written on it. 

Well, you are wearing exactly that and the profanity is not really unspeakable, though most days you don't identify with the phrase 'bitch boy'. Doesn't matter, these two pay handsomely for you to be their bitch boy for these weekend evenings. Sometimes, they are two stressed to even touch you, at least Yunjin is. Kazuha almost always finds time to put her hands on your shaven thighs and crotch, before—

"I mean, just come and feel him," Kazuha groans, her smirk an inch away from you. Now she is touching like that, bold, shameless, your lack of underwear widening her grin.

"Fuck, fine," Yunjin whispers, stepping closer as well. All her hesitance is gone the moment she stands before you, taller than Kazuha, way taller than you, her finger disappearing into your right stocking. "You are well behaved, bitch boy."

"For you, always, s—” Damn your tongue for tripping and saying what's on your mind. 

"Sir?" Yunjin starts to smirk as well

"S-sorry."

“Such a silly little thing~” Kazuha coos and ruffles your raven hair. “I know we might dress like them and judging by other… things we certainly could be men, but—

“We certainly are not.”

“Speaking of little things,” Yunjin interrupts the ever talkative, seductive Kazuha and reaches further down your skirt. “They are full.”

“Then we should make sure you empty them~

“Now get on the table.”

Feel the goosebumps all over your skin. Yunjin’s hand on your balls, Kazuha’s fingers all over your exposed midriff and neck, now she is petting you, her needy eyes urging you to climb atop the decorative stone. It’s surprisingly warm when you start to crawl on it, a shy hand still tugging down your skirt. The two women still seem to wait.

“We should get him a collar and some cat ears,” Yunjin whispers, a hand on Kazuha’s shoulder.

“Cat ears? Isn’t this haircut cute enough?” Kazuha responds, swatting away the hand on her shoulder, a black ring in her other.

“I guess you can read my mind now?”

“Yes, buddy, and now get our little bitch boy ready.”

A shock wave throughout your entire body when Yunjin slaps your rear end. She must be close to the tipping point, the moment in time when too much blood has left her head and she cannot think straight. Yunjin is about to become animalistic, resisting her is futile, resisting her is sinful. Why would anyone get out of her way, especially in this blind, horny rampage. 

Yunjin swats away the hem of your pink skirt, your hands move away willingly. You're exposed and she is getting on her knees for it. In between your parted legs you see her—upside down—but your other senses can’t play tricks on you. Yunjin has your small dick and both balls in the soft grasp of her smooth fingers, feeling your fullness, your throbbing, though you’re not even hard. You hear her unbuckling her belt and then feel her—

Tongue, right on your perineum.

“F-fuck!”

“Good boy, let it all out~”

Kazuha’s hand, once again on your neck, this time with a purpose. The coldness of a collar wraps around you, breathing feels harder and then even harder when she yanks at the chain connected to it. You stumble forward, your face lands right in her crotch.

“Hey, I’m eating here!” Yunjin complains, her mouth getting right back to business afterwards. She slobbers all over your smooth, sensitive spot, getting your sac covered in slimy saliva and your asshole needy and twitching. It wants to be filled, to be a good, wet hole for fucking—tongue fucking is definitely an option. 

“She is so kind, isn’t she?” Kazuha asks when your moans become louder and Yunjin’s tongue in your butthole wilder. “You know she is only doing this to get you ready for the real thing, right?”

“R-right.” Feel the dryness on your lips when you bite them. “Fuck, she is so good at this.”

“I know. Now—

Kazuha’s belt comes undone, black suit and dress pants fall to the floor.

“Get me ready as well.”

The odor to send you into devotion. Kazuha might wear perfume—it’s nothing compared to the strong smell her cock releases when she flings it out in the open. The monstrosity isn’t even fully hard yet, but it’s already insanely large and addictively smelly. You don’t wait, immediately huffing in the air around it as your tongue glides along its side. You feel the veins pumping more and more blood into it, the smell growing stronger when you finally reach her base. There you find her balls, which you would suck if it weren’t for…

“I, I can’t wait. I can’t fucking wait anymore!”

“She’s losing it,” Kazuha warns.

This is what you’re here for, this is what they hired you for, this is how Yunjin gets rid of her stress: she tears open her shirt, makes the buttons fly to nowhere-to-be-found-land, and puts her horsecock right on your puckered hole. You can only take a deep breath and relax your insides before she carelessly plunges down into you. 

Your thigh covered feet perk up, one of the many reactions to your rectum being stretched by the insane circumference and length by Yunjin’s cock. She is a grower, never getting to the shower levels of Kazuha, but nonetheless she is large and makes up for every missing centimeter by fucking you hard. 

The initial penetration is a wake up call, especially for your vocal cords as you scream and sob out every curse you can think of before the second thrust. This one reminds you that you can and indeed have taken suck monsters before. The third hits you straight on the prostate, making your limp dick fling precum on the black table top. The fourth—

Kazuha harshly yanks at your chain. “I’m here too. Suck me, lick me, pump me already.”

You try to get to work. It's a hard task as each thrust by Yunjin is harder than the previous one. She fills your hole and doesn’t leave it empty and aching for long, a sense of gaping never setting in. She makes sure your ass is full and that she is enjoying it—at least you assume she is. Yunjin is a wild animal, growling and screaming, drool like white foam spills from the corner of her mouth, her hands are unsure if they should rock you in her rhythm or pin you down or pick you up. 

She is in heat—and so are you.

You mindlessly take the rearrangement of your guts while worshiping every inch of the still growing horsecock of Kazuha. It took countless spits and licks to get the entire thing covered in your saliva, you only had time to stimulate the tip by hand. If you had lipstick you’d plaster it all over her base and the beautiful area around it, but this idea is for another time. Now you just want to get to her tip. The moment you pull back her foreskin, you—

“G-god, the smell.”

“Don’t, you know you can’t take it.”

Kazuha’s warning goes over your head, quite literally. She has her eyes focused on Yunjin’s tense midriff, the beads of sweat running between them, down to the continuously pistoning hips that break the stability of yours more and more. She makes sure to bottom out every time and then use the looseness of your ring to quickly do it again. She makes your cock swing and leak, keeping you on the edge, but somehow, your prostate hasn’t sent you into orgasm yet.

Your eyes are glued to Kazuha’s cockhead. Beautiful, shapely, suckable, you need more than your tongue on it. This isn’t the first time you have thought this. Every time you fail to take the entire thing and every time she says it’s okay. But no, you want it, you need it to fill you, to make you breathless. 

You need it to know you’re just their fucktoy tonight.

Dive right into it, jaw pushed far down. Experience helps with the pain. The first barrier, easy, you take breaths through your nose before the deep dive. Kazuha’s gaze finds yours, her eyes filled with worry and lust. The chain is in her hand, the collar not even that far. You blink twice, the signal for her to pull.

As Kazuha’s snake destroys every physical and psychological barrier there is, your rectum tightens around Yunjin’s cock. She remains inside you, stuck and opts to pull you back by your hips while grunting out the words ‘fuck’ and ‘bitch boy bussy’ repeatedly. With Kazuha unwilling to stop her pull on your collar as her cock is almost all the way in, you feel like being torn in two. Your body is desperately milking the two cocks as your vision gets blurry.

You can’t breathe and you don’t need to. You only need to satisfy them.

Well, the lack of air is killing you, literally. Your limbs almost give out. Then you hear Kazuha groan, louder and deeper than she ever has before. 

“Good fucking, fuck! So fucking—tight!”

The moment her base touches your nose and the pressure of your collar on her cock gets too much, she pulls out. For the first time you are allowed to gag freely, then breathe. Your lungs suck the air back in, focus is returning to your vision, a feeling returns to your butt—which Yunjin just creams with a massive load very deep inside. Your asshole won’t leak for a while, though she leaves you gaping and sore.

“This… this was the greatest, holy shit!” Yunjin shouts, out of breath, stumbling around the edges of the table. 

“Truly his greatest~” Kazuha praises you, hands on both your shoulders so you won’t fall over. Her face only now returns to you, it’s rosy hue a pleasant surprise, just like the satisfied smile.

“Wait, did he take—”

“The entire thing, yes.”

“Fuck, I hope his jaw isn’t broken.”

“Oh… it’s not, right?”

You shake your head, though you’re not even sure yourself. For now, the feeling of victory and a nice load of cum inside you prevails. Kazuha and Yunjin both look at each other, both a bit confused, but then they just laugh it off and focus back on you.

“You’re a good bitch boy.”

“Get your face here, hm~”

They both put their cocks on your features, those stained by sweat, snot, copious amounts of tears and whatever mixture of saliva and Kazuha’s precum might have come through your nose. You weakly smile, more would be too much to ask. Instinctively, your tongue darts out and the two women start to slap their cocks all over it and your face. Yunjin is a bit more floppy, her cock already softening while Kazuha might as well hit you with a stick. Her cock is heavy and pulsating—and there is still a huge load stored in her balls.

“So we switching?” Kazuha asks and Yunjin nods. “Finally.”

The Japanese woman walks around the table behind you. Without hesitation, she hooks one of her strong arms under an unstable leg and lifts the stocking covered, noodle-like limb up in the air. You try to look at her in confusion, but Yunjin eagerly distracts you.

“Come on, bitch boy, suck my cock.”

She shoves it in your face the first chance she gets. Luckily, it has already lost in size, so the chances of dying are lower than before. Doesn’t change the fact that you will service such a beautiful cock diligently, even when your position is kind of strange.

“This has been in your ass moments ago,” Yunjin coos while you nibble off remnants of her delicious cum. “But you like the taste, right? Your slutty mouth can’t stop to, to—fuck.”

Yunjin’s groan is deep, echoing off the walls, making you vibrate. You hold onto her hip for stability while making your way down her length to her shapely balls, the most perfect in the world. Not as big as Kazuha’s (of course) but they are the prettiest and smoothest you can get your mouth on, so you will get your mouth on them.

“Uhm,” Kazuha clears her throat. “I’m still here too.

“You understand, silly boy?”

Your ass is an entrance once more. A queue of cock is waiting to get in and again, you can only relax and take it. Kazuha is more measured, her head cooler than Yunjin’s, but she has needs too. The entire massive length and size of her member has to be stimulated, so she will put it all in. 

“You take it so well,” Yunjin coos and puts a hand on your flat tummy. “I can’t feel you yet, Zuha.”

“I’m not even—ugh—all the way in yet; he is just so goddamn tight.”

Yunjin puts a leg on the table so you can move your mouth from her balls to her perineum and continue licking the way she licked you. Suddenly, Kazuha loses herself and just thrusts everything into. You freeze. Your asshole is spread open, your prostate stimulated to the maximum and Kazuha unleashes her stress by spanking your butt to a new shade of red. 

“Oh God, what have I reached,” she groans, then curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can’t— he will wring me dry.”

“I can feel you bulge him. Fuck, Zuha, you are so big,” Yunjin giggles, her fingers gliding over your midriff, back and forth, then suddenly over your navel to your crown jewels. Your tiny cock quivering and releasing more pre cum. “I think he deserves a release too.”

“O-only cum when I do!” Kazuha shouts and if you could respond, you would, but her rutting against your ass and her nails digging in your skin leave you speechless—well, of course her horsecock is the biggest reason for that. It endlessly drags alongside your walls, especially on your prostate, and you have to hyper focus on Yunjin’s balls to not cum all over her delicate fingers, which she skillfully uses to pump your tiny dick.

“He is so close, Zuha.”

“I-I know. I’m too just… make him clench down harder. I need to cum inside.”

You can feel Yunjin smirk. Whatever her plan is, you have to see it, so you get your eyes away from her gorgeous cock and watch her thumb and pointer form a ring around your balls. Yunjin tightens this ring, Kazuha thrusts a bit faster  and then you feel a tongue. 

“Come, help me lick it,” Yunjin urges Kazuha, and the two put their mouths right on your foot. Yunjin sucks on your covered toes while Kazuha licks and puffs on your sole. Your mouth is unsure if it should laugh or scream, either way you love this new feeling. 

In a final tug, Yunjin pulls on your balls and you cum all over her forearm. In a final fuck, Kazuha fills your bussy with the pearly liquid of her balls. No matter how shattered your brain must be or what new arrangement your guts now have, you pour out your love in the most girly of sounds: the wet sounds of your bussy and the babbled moans of your mouth. Your orgasm lasts longer than ever, more cum covers the table, the carpet, Yunjin’s arm. 

Kazuha tries to pull out, but you want her warmth in you for longer. The load is not enough, you need her hot rod in you. You back your ass off against her crotch and she grits her teeth. She made you greedy, they both did; and you won’t allow them to leave until they have destroyed your ass fully.

“He, he is incredible,” Yunjin laughs, swiping away sweat from her forehead—look, now there is cum on it.

“I can’t even… pull out.” Kazuha kisses your back. “Maybe I shouldn’t then.”

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Idols you think have a milking kink.

First idols who would get milked

Second idols who do the milking of a cock

Hello, Anon. Thank you for the ask.

Idols that I think have milking kink and would get milked;

Idols that I think do the milking of a cock;

Anyway, keep em asks coming because right now I'm trying to fix chapter 1 - chapter 10 of Naughty Cuzzy so might as well answer some of your questions.

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hey @elryuse can I request a yandere Ningning?

🦋

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wakeone naver blog ☆ behind the scenes of hiyyih for kep1er's croffle cafe

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I love my ningning

🌹

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did someone requested a yandere Swan?! ongggggg he's the real one

Hey man 🤘😃

So I thought, my request would be 1 smut and 1 yandere and the idol for smut would be Yel from H1-Key and for Yandere it would be Swan from Purple Kiss. Thanks in advance mate. 🍻

Aight man, Stay tuned for your fic okayy.. Thanks for requesting as always. 👍👍

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I'll be happy to do it, for my Eunji-noonaya

Mia sneers at you as you lap at her sweaty armpit, huffing at her smelly underarm. What a filthy pervert you are, to get so fucking hard while licking a girl's pit! Just look at that pathetic little chub of yours, its leaking so much! Are you going to jizz already you deviant? 🙄

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Jeongyeon looks smug as you plow her from behind, she knows she has the fattest ass around! Her hand grasps your balls tightly though, you're not allowed to cum until she does! Mhmm, you'll only get to breed Mommy's fertile cunt if you please her first, so fuck her nice and good!

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daddy's afterglow really hits different

What a sight for sore eyes 😚

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Rookie Initiation

An Yujin, Kim Jiwon (Liz) x Male Reader

Tags: A2M, anal, ass-to-pussy, basketball game, carry-fucking, corrupted, couch sex, (lots of) creampies, cum on ass, facesitting, first anal, full nelson, high heels, kitty and puppy, (a little) lesbian, oil, painal, "small" butt, squirting, tall girls, threesome.

Word count: 5567

Atlanta, United States, March 23rd, 2024

Yujin is truly a lucky girl. One day before the Ive concert, she had a great night attending the basketball game in Atlanta, alongside her cute friend Liz. On the court, it was a big win for the home team, the Hawks, who defeated the Charlotte Hornets 132-91. Off the court, meetings with celebrities like Anne Hathaway.

But amidst all that, Yujin had her eyes focused somewhere else, on a handsome guy distributing the basketballs to the players as the game went on. Once the lights of the arena went off, Yujin made sure to get to him.

"So, my name is Yujin, and I have a concert tomorrow at the arena with my group. Could you come by? I have free tickets for you to meet us before the concert," she said. "Sure," you answered back, a bit unsure but accepting the offer regardless.

On the following day, you entered the arena as the manager guided you to Yujin's room. Meanwhile, she and Liz were chatting. "So, are you ready for this challenge?" Yujin asked the youngster. "I think so; I've never done this before," Liz replied. Indeed, Yujin and Liz dressed themselves with just a bra and panties, a magenta one for Yujin and a cyan one for Liz, nothing else on, waiting for you to arrive as they oiled their bodies up to prepare themselves.

"You really like my small butt, don't you, Jiwon?" Yujin poked fun at Liz, still with that episode of her confusing Gaeul's butt with Yujin's. "Sorry, unnie, your butt is not small," Liz said. "Glad you learned it, and today you're about to see how powerful it is," Yujin bragged. "Come on, spread that oil all over my small ass; let it drip all over my thighs," Yujin ordered.

The two kept playing with each other in anticipation, Liz slapping Yujin's ass as the leader got her legs on the top of the couch in the room while Liz massaged her while sitting on the couch. Liz took Yujin's panties for a bit, warming her unnie up as she ate her pussy. "Put it on my face, please," Liz said, eating her out and feasting on Yujin's meaty clit. "Oh, your tongue is so good eating me like that," Yujin told her. 

"Ready to get fucked in the ass for the first time, slut?" Yujin poked Liz with a little slap in the cheeks. Liz wasn't ready, truth be told, but her unnies kept telling her how amazing it was that she decided to try. "Rei and Wonyoung keep pushing me to do this, and now I wonder what's so good about anal sex," Liz told her. "Well, you'll find out soon," Yujin replied.

"I think you're going to really enjoy it. I see you love to be spanked like a whore," Yujin continued as Liz got on all fours on the couch, letting her unnie lick her pussy sticking out of her thong. "Yes, I love this," Liz confirmed as Yujin admired her long legs, kissing and oiling up the young girl's ass and taking her panties off to massage her tight holes. "You touch my pussy so well, unnie," Liz told her.   As Yujin got word of your arrival, she greeted you with a half-naked look. You were baffled, but at the same time, you loved how pretty she looked. Her body was truly amazing, especially her long legs and her signature meaty thighs, fully exposed for you to see and shiny from all the oil Liz spread over them.

Yujin wasted no time and took your pants off as soon as you got to the door. You were shocked, but just let her do her thing. She then introduced you to Liz. "That's my friend; she was at the ballgame yesterday; her name is Liz," Yujin said. The two got naked from the torso down, letting you admire their perfect legs yourself. You couldn't contain your horniness, matching them as you slipped your cock out, already sliding them between their thighs and slapping their butts, taking alternate turns between them.

"You want us to play with you?" Yujin asked as you kissed Liz and humped your cock between her legs. "She's very pretty, right, big boy?" Yujin asked. "For sure," you said.

"Get on your knees," you said, trying to play the alpha guy. Liz obliged, but Yujin wanted something different, watching from behind as the youngester started sucking your cock. Yujin finally followed suit as Liz started licking your balls. "I didn't know you could work on a cock like that," Yujin said, joining the fun as their faces slid up and down your shaft, one at each side. Yujin was the first to suck your tip as you watched her hungrily take on that massive cock all by yourself with Liz still heating up your balls.

"That cock is so hard," Yujin complimented your turgid shaft as she took it deeper in her mouth. You couldn't resist the urge and pushed it up her face, with her taking your challenge with ease, before letting Liz take it all by herself. "Wow," Yujin exclaimed as Liz not only managed to do it without gagging but pushed her face close to your crotch to deliver the first deepthroat of the day.

You slid your throbbing cock between their pretty faces multiple times. "Oh shit," you exclaimed, feeling lucky to have two beautiful girls worshipping it at the same time as they climbed up and kissed your hard shaft, with you dunking Liz's head against it shortly after. You sat on the couch like a boss, romantically kissing Liz, while Yujin took sole possession of that huge prick.

Yujin's deepthroating skills put you on edge, as she went hard from the start. Meanwhile, Liz was already sitting on your face, letting you eat her needy pussy fully and give her ass a little tap, with her already beautifully moaning as you worked on her folds. Yujin, on the other hand, was such a whore; she was already taking your balls down her basket like a pro and sliding that anaconda all the way until it bulged under her neck.

"Get down on this dick," you ask Liz as soon as Yujin stops her throat craziness. The youngster slides with ease, helped by the mess Yujin made on your cock. Meanwhile, as Liz tries to prove herself, bouncing on your cock all the way deep, Yujin takes her bra off and lines up behind Liz to watch her ride you. "Good slut, already riding that dick like an eager whore," Yujin praises her. Liz and you engage in a fast and passionate fuck, trying to outdo each other as both of you get hornier at each thrust.

"Keep going, Lizzie, all the way down," Yujin tells her, working as a cheerleader for the youngster. "Let's go, baby boy, impale her cunt," Yujin orders you, who pushes up. "Oh yes, fuck, do it just like she said." Liz reacts well to someone who didn't seem ready for the challenge yesterday. "You trained hard for this, didn't you? To take that big cock balls deep in that pussy," Yujin said. "Yes, yes, I did, FUCK," Liz says, screaming just as you hit her cervix.

Yujin kisses Liz as you two keep pushing yourselves to see who pushes the hardest. Liz rides, you answer by pushing up, and the game goes on for a while, but you ultimately let her take over as you fall from the couch and she grinds on your dick with her high heels on. After sitting on the sidelines for a bit, Yujin finally enters the game, smashing her ass straight into your face. "Lick it, baby, tongue my asshole," she demands. Liz continues to moan as she bounces all over your dick, while you please Yujin's marvelous dump truck of an ass, spanking it and already dreaming of fucking it as soon as Liz stops her ride.

"You like that?" Yujin asks Liz, impressed with the way she bounces and grinds on that prick. She had always viewed Liz as the innocent one alongside Gaeul, but little did she know her fellow 2004 liners had already been teaching Liz for a while to meet those moments. 

"Oh, your pussy is perfect," you said. It was unclear if you were talking about Liz's on your cock or Yujin's on your face. But either way, it works regardless. Liz finally took a break to worship your meat, tasting her juices all over it like a good slut. Yujin watched and stared at her as she buried her ass deeper in your face. The two tall women had put you into complete submission, with Liz giving a sloppy mess of a blowjob while Yujin seemed like she wanted to kill you by ass suffocation.

"Let me fuck that ass." You couldn't handle it anymore, slipping away from Yujin's grasp as she got on her knees on the couch, her big butt facing you. "I see you had a lot of fun with kitty's kitty," she said. "But how about you come have fun with this needy puppy right here?" she said, wiggling her tail at you.

You pushed Yujin's wonderful ass up, placing your right foot on the arm of the couch, ready to mount her. If Yujin wanted to be your puppy, you'd make sure to fuck her just like a dog does. You rubbed your cock between her thicc thighs and teased her meaty entrance, but both of you wanted one hole the most, that tight anus of her, which you quickly entered as you topped Yujin, allowing Liz to freely reign on her unnie's pussy and give her extra pleasure eating her folds as you pumped the shit out of her butt.

Yujin loved how you fucked her ass balls deep from the start. She really likes no-nonsense, hard-fucking the most of all Ive girls. The best guys are always the ones who meet the challenge of taking their stallions all the way deep full speed inside her fat ass. You knew you had to be up to the task, using Liz's mouth to help you slide in after some initial dry fucking, sensing Yujin could really get tight and squeeze that dick in a hurry.

"Slip it back in," you told Liz after a few thrusts down her throat, as she lined up your monster dick right back into Yujin's rectum. Liz dove herself into Yujin's meaty cunt as she watched her unnie's moans get louder. You sodomized Yujin like your life was on the line, pushing deeper even with her tight anus giving you a lot of resistance, grabbing her waist for a firm grip as your balls slapped into her cunt and Liz's chin.

Yujin's butthole squeezed your cock so hard that you were forced to stop, using Liz's mouth as a little relief. Little did you know, she was ready to milk you dry. "Put it back in her ass," you ordered, dodging a premature ejaculation straight inside Liz's warm throat just by a second.

You kissed Yujin as you slowly slid your cock back into her asshole, her moaning a lot as Liz increased the heat down her folds. Yujin put one of her knees in the couch's arm, letting you penetrate her butthole easily with one leg fully spread. You gave her some spanks as she moaned with your thrusts and Liz's tongue, sending her to the heavens.

"Oh yeah, fuck, go deep like that," Yujin ordered as the butt-fucking veered into an animalesque turn, with you treating her anus like your fleshlight and her like your slutty puppy. "Spread those legs," you told her, slowing down to let her put both knees on the couch's arm without ever pulling out of her tight ass. As Liz put her head on Yujin's back, you had some fun taking some ass-to-mouth turns between them, with Liz's throat always putting you on edge.

"Gape this slut's ass for me," you ordered to Liz. You could go all day long just fucking Yujin's butt; she was so incredibly tight that each pump gave you a tingling sensation and an increased urge to go harder. Yujin starts howling like a puppy as you destroy her asshole, only stopping to give Liz a taste of it as a reward for helping you.

"AH. AH. AH. AH. AH. WOOF. WOOF. WOOF." Yujin goes from a moaning mess into a barking puppy as you fuck her even harder. Liz gets all the kisses while she gets all the pounding. You push this anal whore to the limit, all while Liz and you treat each other like romantic lovebirds, enjoying watching their little toy suffer.

You finally stop fucking Yujin's ass after 10 long minutes. Even an experienced anal slut like her couldn't handle your nine inches stretching her out nonstop. "Lay on the couch's arm," you tell Liz, who fustigates you with lustful eyes, spreading her legs as you kiss Yujin. "Lick her pussy, get her ready," you say, diving Yujin's face into Liz's cunt as you get ready to fuck your "girlfriend." Liz moans as you use Yujin's pussy itself as a training ground, taking her tight, meaty hole with slow but deep pumps.

"She's already moaning like that, and I'm not even inside her," you say. "That puppy must be a good kitty eater," you praise Yujin as you keep working up and down her kitty. You and Yujin team up on Liz, with her unnie fucking her pussy with her fingers while you shove yours up her little asshole. "That's so tight, I want to stretch it out," you say as soon as your fingers slide up Liz's tiny anus.

"Stick those fingers in my ass; I love it. Yes, Yujin, keep eating my pussy, ahhhh." Liz enjoys all the attention you two give her, getting on the edge just with your fingers and Yujin's mouth working all over her little holes. You increase the pace on Yujin's pussy, driving her head closer to Liz's body. Yujin ends up being the powerful force that links both of your orgasms, as you coat her pussy full of cum while Liz squirts all over her face.

With your cock still hard, you move from one pussy to another, taking Liz by yourself as she's already throbbing and in position. "I love you, I love your cock," Liz says as you start fucking her in missionary. Yujin gets by her side and starts fingering the youngster's pussy as she takes your cock. "Look at the perfect pink pussy." You praise Liz's tight hole as you stretch it out. "Toy with my pussy; take it deeper," Liz responds, feeling very needy of your big cock.

You decide to tease her a bit instead, feeding Liz's juices into Yujin's mouth. "Give me back your cock, please," Liz starts to beg, but Yujin wants it all by herself. You have to take it out of her sight and push it back inside Liz. "Like that, OH FUCK!" Liz says rightly after, moaning even louder as Yujin spanks her cheeks. "Fuck me harder and deeper," Liz demands for more, and you give her, stretching her kitty out even harder than you did to Yujin's ass. Yujin ponders where Liz learned all this dirty stuff. She's really been hanging out with Rei and Wonyoung too much lately, right? These two sluts taught her everything.

"Destroy my pussy, yes," Liz keeps demanding. The floor makes a loud noise as the couch moves with each thrust. You take Liz full force, pounding her pussy with no regard. She really wants to prove herself to be a whore on the same level as her unnies. Her tight pussy squeezes your cock and sucks it like a black hole. But you're ready to try something else now.

"Give me her ass," you ask Yujin, who, just like Liz did before to her, lines your cock to Liz's virgin anal entrance. You are completely unaware Liz has never taken it in the ass before, and watching the way she behaves today makes you assume she would have no issue. Her never-fucked hole is insanely tight, making you wonder how long you're going to last inside it. But all that goes out of the window with just one phrase from Yujin.

"Destroy her ass," Yujin demands. Yujin knows this won't be easy for Liz, sitting on top of her face, attempting to cover any of her struggles for you not to see. "Eat my pussy and my small butt," she tells Liz. "Small?" you asked, confused. "It's just an internal joke between us," Yujin laughs.

Liz's tight virgin ass leads you to start slower, as it proves to be a challenge to stretch it out. She lets out some moans that are muffled into Yujin's pussy, feeling a little pain but getting slowly adjusted. Yujin grinds on Liz's face as she enjoys looking at your cock stretching the youngster's ass. You pump a little faster as Yujin starts massaging Liz's chest. Her moans get more painful, and feelings of regret run through her head. "Rei and Wonyoung are a bunch of liars; this hurts," she thinks to herself.

You get another close call as Liz's ass squeezes your cock, using her pussy as a relief in the absence of any mouth in the vicinity. Yujin senses it and offers to suck your cock. Liz feels relieved as she gets a break to breathe. Yujin takes your cock deep in her throat, buying some extra time for Liz to recover, spitting on your dick as you go back inside the youngster's butt.

Yujin closes Liz's legs, leading to her hole tightening. Liz clings all the way to Yujin's ass on her face as you push deeper into hers. Every pump you give her feels like a shot; one minute of anal penetration feels like 10 hours. Yujin kisses you, still trying to distract you from Liz's struggle. She finally lets you see Liz's red face. "Yes, please, just like that," Liz lies, giving you incentives to fuck her harder. She doesn't want to look defeated in front of Yujin. She doesn't want her leader to poke fun of her, so she keeps going.

Liz would soon regret her decision as you manhandled her virgin anus full stop. "AH. AH. AH. AH. AH, FUCK. TAKE ME LIKE THAT!" She screamed in pain, her face twisting and turning even redder. Her tiny boobs jiggle nonstop. Yujin tries to offer a little help, but she knows inniations can be hard and, in the end, just lets Liz take it by herself.

"PLEASE DON'T STOP. I'M BEGGING YOU, FUCK ME LIKE A TOY," Liz screams, even though she wanted the opposite. Yujin just pinches her nipples. In the end, she knows Liz is doing well. All anal sluts are forged through pain; it's a prerequisite to the pleasure of taking it up the butt. She knows that if Liz survives your rough pounding, she can take any cock in the ass after that.

"I WANT MORE, I WANT MORE," Liz screams. "GIVE IT ALL IN MY ASS. PLEASE," she keeps lying to herself, trying not to look weak in front of Yujin. Her cheeks clap as you pump her even faster. "GO CRAZY ON ME," she keeps screaming. Yujin fingers her pussy to add some real pleasure to Liz.

"USE ME, FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY ASS," Liz keeps saying, posing as strong while almost dying inside. Yujin doesn't seem to bother at all anymore. This was the best initiation Liz could ever get—a big, foreign cock that has no fear of going hard. She wishes hers was like that; thankfully, he's a quick learner, and she knows so is Liz. 

Yujin sticks her fingers deep into Liz's kitty. "OH MY GOD!" Liz screams. But her innitiation is done. Her tight ass was truly blissful for you to stretch out. Yujin appears on top of her to be the first girl to taste the youngster's virgin butthole out of a cock. Liz clings onto you. Even though you destroyed the shit out of her, she isn't mad at you but rather pissed off at her groupmates for it. "I can't believe Yujin made me do this; I can't believe Rei and Wonyoung lied to me," she thinks to herself.

"Take me up in the air," Liz tells you. Truth be told, despite all the pain, she does love your cock a lot. You put it back in her pussy and lift her tall, long body up. Yujin just watches as Liz gets carry-fucked, clinging to your neck as you plow into her tight pussy. "Fuck me up like that," Liz says, still numb from the anal pounding she just took. Yujin approaches her and pushes a finger up Liz's ass, making the young girl get even clingier and instantly remember all the pain she just endured, kissing you to dissipate those thoughts.

Liz brings Yujin close to you while still riding your cock up in the air, as you three share a romantic kiss while you clap her pussy hard, flooding it with semen and fulfilling your dreams of breeding your cute girlfriend. Your white fluids spill down to the floor, and Yujin activates her puppy mode, getting on all fours like a dog to lick them all up, climbing up to also lick what got stuck into Liz's long legs. Liz herself then climbs out as you sit on the couch, and she licks your cock from top to bottom, thankful for filling her up the way you did.

Liz's initiation may be over, but Yujin wants more for her. She checks her phone, seeing there are still 30 minutes left before soundcheck—more than enough time to get stretched out, take a shower, and get ready after. Yujin sits on your lap and starts giving you her iconic thighjob, smiling as your cock gets harder and bigger each time she rubs her honey thighs against it. Once she feels you're ready, she sits her ass on your pole in one go. Liz joins in and sits on your face with her cream-filled pussy while pouring oil all over Yujin's "small" butt as the duo gets ready for more pleasures before soundcheck.

"Show me what you have; pump that ass hard and deep," Yujin demands as you start pushing your cock up her butt. You get so ahead of yourself that it slips out the first time. The oil Liz pours into Yujin's ass gets things even more slippery, but you overcome their challenge with your desire to stretch out that tall Korean girl's asshole. "I love watching you get impaled by that massive cock," Liz tells Yujin. "Bet you can't do it," Yujin replies, reminding who between the two is the experienced anal whore.

Yujin moans and barks as Liz spanks her butt, the oil spilling as you thrust upwards, your balls hitting her ass cracks. "Hmmm, bubble butt anal slut!" Liz laughs at her. "Getting stretched out by that big cock like a good puppy," she continues. "Keep going, baby; go crazy for that ass," Yujin says as she pushes you to the limits, her and Liz kissing each other on top of you.

Yujin takes advantage of you getting tired to take control of the bounce. Her endless stamina is just too much for you. Each time her butt hits your hips, it's like an earthquake. And you don't even have Liz's honey pussy to cling onto anymore, as she watches her unnie bouncing to learn a thing or two, hanging you out to dry. Yujin is so insane, it doesn't feel like you're impaling her ass, but rather that her ass is fucking the shit out of your cock.

Liz chimes in to taste her unnie's butthole juices, and soon as Yujin is done, You finger Yujin's asshole to admire the way your cock has shaped it. But, in reality, it was her ass that shaped your cock. "Let me put it back in your ass," Liz says. Yujin loves her initiative and is ready for more as soon as Liz slides it back inside.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Yujin curses as Liz takes the opportunity to slap her unnie's ass. As Yujin starts to pant, her asshole clenches and makes you cum for the third time on that day, as you couldn't resist her bombardment. That puppy and kitty are truly milking you dry. Liz is, as always, ready to taste that huge cock as soon as it comes out of her unnie's butthole.

But Yujin wants more, sitting on your lap and lifting her legs up, pushing your hands to grab her thighs. The way she looks at Liz sliding your cock back in is pretty telling; she's about to teach her the position that sets the top anal whores apart from the others. "Lick my pussy, Lizzie," she orders as you put her under a full nelson. Your cock hits Liz's right in the chin at full speed as she pleases her unnie, who's now turned into a submissive anal fleshlight for you to fuck until you get tired—well, even after you get tired.

Yujin dunks Liz's head into her pussy as her ass gets drilled more than the net of a basket during Steph Curry's 3-point practice. "Fuck me, fuck me, woof, woof, woof," Yujin says out of breath as your cock and Liz's mouth give her immense pleasure. Liz moves a bit outside to finger her unnie's cunt and let you plow her even harder. As you reach your hands wrapped under Yujin's thighs to grope her perky tits and pinch her nipples, Yujin becomes a squirting mess, showering Liz as soon as she gets her face close to Yujin's pussy.

This time, you're the one who starts barking. You thought you had endurance before Yujin, but her ass just milked you a second time in a row. You lift her legs up, letting the cum leak out of her anus right into your belly as Yujin laughs. For her, the more, the better. If her holes make a guy like you cum so easy, she must be doing something right.

"Good kitty licking all this cum like a whore," Yujin says to Liz as she makes sure to lick her unnie clean, sweeping all of your semen that drops out of Yujin's fuckholes, and even diving inside to get a taste of Yujin's nasty, cream-filled holes for herself.

Your cock is flaccid, but you're so addicted to Yujin's ass that you keep pushing inside just for the sake of it. You know there isn't much time left, so you want to enjoy every second you get inside of it. "Let's get him hard again; I know he still has some left in the tank," Liz says as Yujin pulls out and both team up on your cock.

Liz's deepthroat is enough to bring your cock back to life, as her wonderful singing hole seems to have a magical grip over it. You push her face down your crotch further and further, wanting more and more of her tight throat, coming out of it with a throbbing cock that is ready for more. You then let Liz suck your balls, and Yujin took her turn tasting her butthole as you slapped her ass and fucked her face.

Yujin places her hands all over Liz's pussy with your cock still pounding her mouth. "KEEP DOING THIS, FUCK!" Liz screams as her unnie's stimulation makes her squirt all over the floor. 

"Stand up, baby." You aren't done with Yujin, putting her on all fours as you go back in her ass. Liz helps spread her unnie's cheeks out for you as you slowly push it back up Yujin's butt. "Fuck her like a good puppy," Liz says. "Give me that perfect view of your dick going inside her ass," she continues. Yujin fingers herself as you fuck her gently this time, already almost out of stamina, kissing Liz up top and playing with her little titties. Seeing those two playing with each other makes Yujin a little jealous, so she decides to ask a question.

"Hey Liz, don't you think it's time you try it again?" Yujin says. Liz's facial expression suddenly changes. She thought it would be a one-and-done thing. Initially, so did Yujin, but she started feeling a bit sadistic and wetting herself over the thought of seeing Liz get destroyed.

Yujin went under Liz's long legs as you went back in her pussy, tasting the last remnants of cum you had left there earlier. After some training, you switch back to Liz's ass. Shivers went down her spine, but this time she settled down rather quickly. "Stick it my ass, please," she said, honestly, this time, albeit still clinging onto you for some kissing in case she felt pain. Yujin this time wasn't going to make it easy for her, diving straight down her folds to make her already spread legs under the couch's arm weaker.

You grabbed Liz's tits as you pushed deeper into her asshole. The pain was suddenly gone. Liz could finally understand what her groupmates were talking about. She had passed her innitiation, her second time taking it in the ass, feeling like a bliss that she wanted to go on forever.

"Oh fuck, I love it. I love it," Liz said as you kept fucking her ass. This time, she meant it. Yujin fingering and eating her out down low, you grabbing her tits up top—this was the best experience she could have had. Suddenly, her regret was about taking so long to do it first. For all those months that Rei and Wonyoung could brag to her face that they could do what she couldn't,.

"FUCK ME UP!" Liz screams. Yujin now just feels like a proud mommy, enjoying herself eating Liz's out as another girl under her wing blossoms into a sexy slut. Liz lifts her right leg as she enjoys her orgasm with the touch of Yujin's hands, standing on just one leg as you stretch her ass out. "You're so fucking good inside me," she says.

Yujin pinches Liz's tits as she kisses the youngster. Her body language of kissing and cuddling tells Liz she has passed the test. The two get back on the couch, with Yujin on top of Liz this time, as you take turns ramdomly striking their holes. That manages to milk you for one final time, as you struggle to pick which hole to finish, ultimately giving the prize to Yujin's golden ass that you loved so much, but this time on the outside, as you coat her butt with your seeds, finally running out of cum.

"Lick my small butt," Yujin tells Liz as the young girl is quick to place her tongue between Yujin's fat cheeks while her unnie shakes her tail, serving her perfectly. Yujin approaches you once Liz is done, ending the session. "We have to go now," she says. "But I want you to stay for the concert," she continues. "I'll bring you three more girls to fuck at night," she says as your eyes get brighter in a snap.

Epilogue

The concert goes on perfectly—another sold-out crowd for Ive in their successful world tour. The girls are glowing, but Yujin and Liz are in a league of their own. Still sweaty from the concert, Yujin approaches you after: "Meet us right here.".

Gaeul, Rei, and Wonyoung join her and Liz this time. You feel blessed to have such beautiful girls ready to serve you. After some games and a little warm-up, the five girls are all completely naked. Then, Yujin finally asks.

"Who wants to go first?"

Wonyoung gets ready to start it like always, but another girl jumps ahead of her. "I think this is the first time you wanted to go first," Rei says to Liz. "Indeed, she's quite shy," Wonyoung continues. 

Liz moves in your direction and, just like in the afternoon, slides your huge cock deep inside her, but this time straight in her ass. The other girls get awed, as Liz has always avoided any kind of anal sex.

"Girls, let's just sit and watch; this is going to be special," Yujin said, sitting straight on your face and getting a privileged view for herself. Gaeul joins her to the side as Yujin starts fingering her sunbae's pussy.

Liz rides you with ease, taking it to the fullest. The other girls just can't believe it.

"How did she get this good this early? We have to step our game up." Rei chats with Wonyoung. "Either way, we can finally do a 2004 line anal foursome now," Wonyoung lets her dirty thoughts out.

Just like in the afternoon, you don't last long, coating Liz's anal insides after she rides your cock into oblivion. Four more baddies to go.

"My turn next," you hear someone say. It's Wonyoung. She better finish soon, because Rei is already waiting.

"Look what you did, Yujin—you turned all those pretty young girls into cock whores," Gaeul says.

"I'm so proud of myself for that," Yujin laughs. Indeed, no one is better at rookie initiations than her.

[mintchoccy]

How about a princess!wonyoung x butler!reader, where the wonyoung always gets reader's time even on holidays and never letting him leave?

My Personal Butler

Yandere Princess Wonyoung X Butler Reader

Wonyoung, a princess sculpted from pure porcelain and icy disdain, lounged on her chaise lounge, her crimson gown pooling around her like a spilled sunset. Boredom clung to her like a suffocating fog. The gilded cage of the palace, once a playground of privilege, now felt like a gilded prison.

"Y/n," she drawled, her voice flat and emotionless. Y/n, her butler, materialized from the corner of the room like a phantom, his youthful face betraying none of the weariness that gnawed at him. Two years younger than Wonyoung, he had been gifted to her like a prized possession – a living plaything for her boundless ennui.

"Yes, Princess?" Y/n bowed, his voice a low murmur.

"I'm dreadfully bored," Wonyoung announced, her eyes glinting with a cruel amusement. "Entertain me."

For the next hour, Y/n became her jester, her acrobat, her unwilling confidante. He was forced to recite Shakespeare in a cockney accent, juggle lit candles while blindfolded, and translate a forgotten language he didn't understand. Through it all, Wonyoung watched with impassive amusement, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

This was their life, a cruel dance of master and servant. Y/n, the ever-obliging puppet, Wonyoung, the capricious puppeteer. But a single night shattered the rhythm of their dance.

A royal decree arrived, announcing Wonyoung's betrothal to a pompous prince from a neighboring kingdom. Wonyoung, her face a mask of cold fury, slammed the parchment onto the table. "Marry him? Marry that… buffoon?"

Y/n, taken aback by the raw emotion in her voice, stammered, "But Princess, surely…"

"Surely nothing!" Wonyoung snapped, her eyes locking onto his. "He's dull, Y/n. As dull as this gilded cage! I won't be a pawn in their political games."

For the first time, Y/n saw a flicker of vulnerability in her icy gaze. It was a fleeting glimpse, quickly extinguished by a steely resolve. Yet, it sparked a change within Wonyoung. Her focus shifted from mere amusement to a chilling possessiveness.

Wonyoung's demands became more frequent, even on his days off. "Clean the entire library by tomorrow," she'd say, her voice devoid of warmth. "Research ancient poisons in a language you don't understand – quickly."

Y/n, initially accommodating, began to see the underlying current – an obsessive need for his constant presence. He tried to reason with her, to explain his exhaustion, but his words were met with a glacial silence or a cruel smile that sent shivers down his spine.

Desperate, he attempted escape. Under the cloak of a moonless night, he scaled the palace walls, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. But freedom was a cruel illusion. The next morning, he found himself back in Wonyoung's chambers, a cold smile twisting her lips.

"Leaving me, Y/n?" she purred, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel. In her hand, she held a parchment, a personal contract with an ornate wax seal.

"This," she explained, her voice devoid of emotion, "ensures you'll never leave my side. A lifetime contract, wouldn't you say? You'll be my constant companion, my confidante, my… entertainment."

Y/n's blood ran cold. He scanned the contract, the legalese a blur of servitude. Trapped. He was trapped forever in the gilded cage with a love that was as cold and beautiful as the princess who held him captive.

Wonyoung leaned closer, her eyes glinting with a chilling possessiveness. "Now," she whispered, her voice a caress, "tell me another story, Y/n. Do make it a long one. After all, we have an eternity together."

Y/n, his hands shaking, opened his mouth to speak. He knew escape was no longer an option. But a new resolve hardened within him. He would survive this gilded prison, navigate the treacherous currents of Wonyoung's twisted love. Perhaps, someday, he might even find a way to melt the ice around her heart. Or maybe, he was destined to be her plaything forever, a prisoner in a gilded cage ruled by a love as beautiful as it was terrifying.

Life in the gilded cage took on a suffocating new rhythm. Y/n, bound by the ironclad contract, became Wonyoung's constant shadow. He followed her through endless court functions, her silent guardian, a living secret kept close to her heart.

"Smile, Y/n," Wonyoung hissed one evening, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. They were at a particularly lavish ball, a gathering of nobles where Wonyoung, despite her disdain, had to maintain a facade of regal amusement.

Y/n forced a smile onto his face, the muscles in his cheeks screaming in protest. "Is something wrong, Princess?" he dared to ask, his voice barely a murmur above the clinking of glasses and boisterous laughter.

Wonyoung's eyes narrowed. "Everything is wrong," she spat, her voice barely a whisper. "These courtly buffoons, their vapid conversations, the suffocating expectations… I hate them all."

Y/n swallowed hard, the weight of her words heavy in the air. He understood her frustration, the gilded cage felt like a prison for him too. But unlike Wonyoung, he couldn't lash out, couldn't break free.

"Perhaps," he ventured, his voice cautious, "we could… take a walk in the palace gardens later? Get some fresh air?"

Wonyoung's gaze softened for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something akin to gratitude in her icy eyes. "Perhaps," she conceded, her lips curling into a small, almost hesitant smile.

Later that night, beneath the cloak of a star-dusted sky, they walked in silence. The scent of jasmine and night-blooming lilies filled the air, a stark contrast to the stifling opulence of the palace.

"You know," Wonyoung said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper, "you're the only one here who truly listens. The others… they only see the princess, the symbol. They don't see Wonyoung."

Y/n stopped, turning to face her. The moonlight cast an ethereal glow on her face, highlighting the vulnerability that peeked through the cracks of her icy demeanor.

"I see you, Princess," he said softly, his voice filled with a quiet sincerity. "I see the boredom, the frustration, the loneliness."

A single tear traced a path down Wonyoung's cheek, a shimmering testament to the emotions she usually kept buried deep. She quickly brushed it away, her voice hardening.

"Don't pity me, Y/n," she snapped, a flicker of her old imperiousness returning. "I am a princess. I am strong."

Y/n shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Strength doesn't mean the absence of tears, Princess. It means letting yourself feel them, then rising above them."

Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them. In that moment, Y/n wasn't just a servant, and Wonyoung wasn't just a princess. They were two souls trapped in a gilded cage, finding solace in each other's company.

The silence stretched, filled with a new kind of tension. Wonyoung leaned forward, her breath warm against his cheek. "Tell me a story, Y/n," she whispered, her voice softer than he'd ever heard it. "A story about a world beyond these gilded walls, a world where love isn't a cage."

Y/n, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, began to weave a tale. He spoke of faraway lands, of breathtaking landscapes, and of love stories that defied societal boundaries. As he spoke, Wonyoung's eyes drifted closed, a peaceful expression settling on her face.

He wasn't sure if he was telling the story for her or for himself. Maybe, in the quiet intimacy of the moonlit garden, a seed of hope had been planted. A hope that even in the confines of their gilded cage, a love as twisted and beautiful as theirs could somehow bloom. But the future remained uncertain, a melody yet to be played in the gilded cage's chilling song.

[mintchoccy]

Hey can u write a story of 5 stepsisters (IZTY) who r obsessed with their younger brother y/n with mommy kinks.

Stuck With The Cold Princesses

ITZY OT 5 X MALE READER

Y/n flinched as a chorus of giggles erupted from the living room. ITZY, the five K-Pop idols who had become his stepsisters just a month ago, were sprawled on the plush rug, a chaotic mess of limbs and laughter. They were a far cry from the cold, aloof stars he'd seen on television. Here, in the sanctuary of their shared home, they were a terrifying whirlwind of possessiveness and affection.

Their arrival had been a shock to his system. Lia, the eldest, with a voice that could melt glaciers and eyes that could freeze them solid, took charge of the kitchen, her playful jabs about his meager appetite laced with a hidden venom. Yeji, the leader, a human algorithm with a heart of barbed wire, meticulously planned his schedule, ensuring every minute was filled with "approved" activities. Ryujin, the brooding rapper, spoke in grunts and glares, but her silent protectiveness was a suffocating cloak around him. Chaeryeong, the quiet dancer, was an enigma, her gaze a pool of swirling emotions that only flickered into life when it landed on Y/n. And Yuna, the maknae, was a whirlwind of sunshine that could turn into a hurricane with a single raised eyebrow.

Their initial hostility, a barrage of snide remarks and playful (or not so playful) shoves, had been a terrifying initiation. But then, the accident happened. A late-night drive back from a concert, slick roads, a missed turn – and the world turned upside down. The car flipped, a sickening screech of metal, and then silence. Y/n, miraculously unscathed, had pulled them from the wreckage, his voice a beacon of calm in the chaos.

That night, huddled together in the sterile hospital room, a horrifying truth emerged. ITZY weren't just a collection of talented idols; they were survivors of a tragedy so profound it had forged an unbreakable bond. Years ago, their parents, a famous musician couple, had perished in a similar car crash. The girls, left alone, had navigated the treacherous world of the entertainment industry together, a fortress built on shared trauma.

The revelation changed everything. The teasing stopped. The playful hostility morphed into a fierce, possessive protectiveness that bordered on obsession. Their new family dynamic was a terrifying masterpiece, painted in shades of control and affection.

Lia, ever the cook, fussed over his meals, her playful jabs about his appetite laced with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. Yeji, the strategist, took charge of his schedule, ensuring his days were filled with activities she deemed "appropriate" – activities that kept him isolated from anyone but themselves. Ryujin, the taciturn one, claimed his bed every night, her silent presence a physical barrier against the outside world.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Y/n bumped into Hana, a girl from his class. He hadn't realized how starved he was for normal social interaction until her easy smile and gentle conversation ignited a flicker of warmth in his chest. Their conversation, however trivial, felt like a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of isolation.

Unbeknownst to Y/n, a pair of cold blue eyes watched from a distance. Yeji, ever vigilant, her gaze a predator tracking its prey. Back at home, the atmosphere was thick with a chilling tension. ITZY, usually a cacophony of chatter, sat in unsettling silence. The air crackled with unspoken threats.

"We saw you with Hana today, Y/n," Yeji finally spoke, her voice low and laced with ice.

Y/n felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. "It was nothing, just… talking."

Ryujin slammed her fist on the table, making him flinch. "We don't like her, Y/n. She's not good for you."

Lia, who had always played the voice of reason, purred, a sound devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, darling. We'll take care of it."

The next day, Hana vanished. Y/n, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs, searched for her everywhere. The police, notified by her frantic parents, offered little comfort. The girls, their faces devoid of any emotion, simply offered empty platitudes about "missing persons" and the "inefficiency of the authorities."

Days turned into weeks, and a horrifying realization dawned on Y/n. Hana wasn't missing; she'd been silenced. A single red rose, its petals the color of fresh blood, lay on his pillow one night. A chilling note, penned in Chaeryeong's elegant handwriting, accompanied it: "We only want you to be happy, Y/n. And happy people don't need other girls."

His gaze darted to the five girls, their faces illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the window. They weren't the vibrant idols he saw plastered on posters anymore. Their smiles were predatory, their eyes devoid of the playful glint they used to hold. In their place was a terrifying possessiveness that made them look like cornered animals guarding their territory.

Y/n understood then. Their love, born from shared trauma and isolation, was a twisted vine that had suffocated them all. They weren't just his family, they were his captors. The fear that had coiled in his stomach since Hana's disappearance now clawed its way up his throat, choking him with a raw terror.

He tried to reason with them, to appeal to their dwindling humanity, but his words were met with chilling silence. Lia, the once playful cook, spoke in a voice devoid of warmth. "You're safe here, Y/n. You don't need anyone else."

Ryujin, the brooding rapper, materialized beside him, her hand finding his wrist with a bruising grip. "We're all that you need."

Desperate, he pleaded with Chaeryeong, the quiet one who spent hours lost in her art. "Don't you see this isn't right? Hana… what did you do to her?"

Chaeryeong stared at him, her eyes pools of swirling sorrow. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, a stark contrast to the chilling smile playing on Lia's lips. "She made you happy," Chaeryeong whispered, her voice barely audible. "And we can't have that."

Yuna, the maknae, broke the chilling silence with a high-pitched giggle that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "Don't worry, oppa! We'll make you happy. Forever."

Their twisted affection pressed in on him, a suffocating wall built from fear and devotion. Y/n knew then that escape wasn't an option. He was trapped in their gilded cage, a prisoner of their warped love. Days bled into weeks, and a horrifying routine unfolded.

Gone were the playful interactions. The girls became his constant companions, their possessiveness suffocating. Excursions outside the house were rare, and always under their watchful eyes. Their smiles became strained, their once vibrant personalities dulled by the weight of their actions and the growing paranoia that consumed them.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the flickering shadows dancing on the ceiling, Ryujin, usually a stoic presence, spoke in a voice thick with raw emotion. "It's getting harder," she confessed, her voice a ragged whisper. "The whispers… the dreams… they're getting louder."

Y/n didn't dare ask about the whispers or the dreams. He knew they were the ghosts of their past, the trauma that bound them together while slowly tearing them apart.

One stormy night, the tension reached a breaking point. Lia, usually the picture of control, broke down, her facade crumbling as she sobbed uncontrollably. Y/n, hesitant at first, reached out and offered a comforting touch.

"We didn't mean to hurt you, Y/n," she cried, her voice cracking with grief. "We just… we just wanted to be happy family again."

Something in her desperation resonated with Y/n. He saw in her the same fear and loneliness that mirrored his own. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to break free. A chance to heal, not just for him, but for them.

"Then let me help you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let's get help together."

A flicker of hope sparked in Lia's tear-filled eyes, a fragile ember in the vast darkness of their situation. But before they could discuss it further, a scream tore through the house, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the night.

The bedroom door slammed open, revealing Yeji, her face contorted in a mask of rage. In her hand, she clutched a phone, the screen displaying a news report of a missing girl – a girl with striking green eyes and a familiar smile. Hana.

Y/n's frantic pleas for Hana's safety were met with chilling silence. The girls, their expressions a terrifying blend of relief and possessiveness, huddled closer to him. He saw not rage, but gratitude reflected in their eyes. They had won.

The police investigation, fueled by Y/n's fabricated story of a random encounter and abduction, hit a dead end. Hana – a name that would forever prickle his conscience – simply vanished. Freedom, a word that once held so much promise, now tasted like ashes in his mouth.

Life within their opulent penthouse became a twisted parody of family. Gone were any aspirations of college, of escaping the suffocating cocoon they'd woven around him. His days were meticulously planned – movie nights featuring only their chosen films, meals cooked under their watchful eyes, outings that kept him firmly within their grasp.

Their "therapy" sessions morphed into chilling confessionals. They poured out their childhood trauma, the raw pain of their parents' death, the fear that had solidified their bond into an unbreakable chain. Y/n, a captive audience, offered empty words of comfort, all the while knowing his sacrifice had become his prison sentence.

Nights were the worst. Their sprawling bed became a battlefield of suffocating affection. Lia, the one who used to tease him about his appetite, now fussed over every morsel he ate. Yeji, the strategist, ensured his every need was anticipated, before he even knew he had it. Ryujin, the taciturn one, clung to him with a silent possessiveness that spoke volumes. Chaeryeong, the quiet artist, would sketch him endlessly, her eyes devouring his every feature. And Yuna, the maknae, her once infectious laughter now held a tinge of hysteria, showered him with childish demands for attention.

Slowly, the defiant spark in Y/n's eyes dimmed, replaced by a hollow acceptance. He became a puppet, his emotions dulled by their suffocating love. He no longer fought against the endless movie marathons, the repetitive board games, the constant stream of childish questions.

One day, as they sprawled on the floor, giggling over a particularly silly game, a news report flashed across the screen – ITZY, the K-Pop stars, taking a hiatus to focus on "personal growth." A humorless chuckle escaped Y/n's lips. Personal growth indeed.

He looked around at the five faces, their gazes filled with a possessive contentment. They were no longer the vibrant idols plastered across magazines, but his captors, their smiles tinged with a touch of mania.

Y/n, trapped in their gilded cage, had become their ultimate trophy – a reminder of their triumph, a living testament to their twisted love. The "Mommies," as they insisted he call them, had won. His desperate sacrifice had not saved Hana, but had condemned him to a lifetime sentence in his own personal horror story. He was a prisoner, not just of their warped affection, but of his own guilt-fueled decision. The outside world had faded away, replaced by the stifling sweetness of their twisted love, a terrifying lullaby that lulled him into his own living nightmare.

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*cough cough* yandere Lily showing you the wedding band meaning you're her husband now. can I request a yandere ex-gf Lily?

Dangerous Melody!

YANDERE LILY X MALE READER

The faint smell of bleach stung Lily's nostrils, a counterpoint to the metallic tang that clung to the worn chopping board. She stared down at the discarded blonde hair, the vibrant color now a dull, lifeless mess, mirroring the hollowness that gnawed at her. Minnie, another pretty face removed from the equation.

Lily used to mock Y/n's obsession with K-Pop. Now, she was the one consumed by it, living through his memories, fueled by a twisted jealousy that had curdled into a horrifying obsession. Y/n, her Y/n, the nerdy guy who used to stammer compliments about her singing voice, was now a rising star. He was surrounded by a glittering constellation of K-Pop idols - (G)-Idle, Kep1er, ITZY - each a potential threat.

The initial thrill of revenge, of watching them fall one by one - a "clumsy" fall for Miyeon, a "sudden illness" for Chaeryeong - had morphed into a chilling emptiness. The closer they got to Y/n, the further he seemed to drift, withdrawing from the public eye, a ghost haunted by fame.

One rainy night, Lily found herself huddled in a doorway opposite Y/n's old apartment. She'd become a stalker, her once carefully curated social media presence abandoned, her life consumed by the flickering glow of his window.

A lone figure emerged, his silhouette obscured by the downpour. He moved with the slumped shoulders of a defeated man, the rain blurring the lines of his tear-streaked face. Y/n. Her Y/n, a broken shell of the boy she used to know.

Anger, raw and hot, pulsed through her veins. All this suffering, all this scheming, for a man who didn't even fight for her? He wasn't worth the effort, the thrill of the chase. But a cold, unsettling voice whispered in the back of her mind – he was hers. He'd always been hers.

The next morning, Lily stood before his building, a manic glint in her normally cool blue eyes. The security guard, a young man who'd always fawned over her fleeting visits, stammered in surprise.

"Miss Lily? But Mr. Y/n doesn't want guests."

Lily's lips curved into a chilling smile. "He doesn't have a choice anymore, does he?"

The fear in the guard's eyes was a balm to her frayed nerves. Her fingers closed around the handle of a heavy duffel bag, its contents a terrifying promise.

Y/n didn't notice the rustle of movement outside his window until a bloodcurdling scream pierced the night. He threw it open, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of Lily, her face streaked with a mixture of rain and something much redder.

"Lily?" He whispered, his voice thick with terror. "What… what have you done?"

Her smile was predatory, devoid of any warmth. "Oh, Y/n," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. "Just making sure there are no more distractions. Now, come here."

Before he could react, Lily lunged, dragging a rusty chain with shackles from her bag. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone so petite, the cold metal biting into his skin as she secured them.

"We'll be together again," she crooned, her voice a chilling melody. "Forever this time."

He struggled against the restraints, his voice hoarse with a mixture of fear and loathing. "Lily, no! You're insane!"

"Insane? Perhaps," she conceded, her eyes glinting with a terrifying amusement. "But only for you, my love."

Ignoring his pleas, she hoisted him onto her shoulder, his screams swallowed by the sounds of the rain. The once vibrant city lights blurred past in a dizzying kaleidoscope, a cruel reminder of the life he was being ripped away from.

Their destination – a secluded cabin nestled deep in the woods, a place she'd inherited from a distant relative. There, in the heart of isolation, a twisted love story bloomed. A love bound by fear and obsession, where Y/n became Lily's captive, a broken idol trapped in a gilded cage of her own making.

The K-Pop world mourned their missing star, whispers of foul play turning into cold acceptance. But for Y/n, trapped in the suffocating darkness of their love-turned-prison, there was no more music, no more fans. Only the horrifying reality of his ex-lover, now a monster, and the chilling words that echoed through the lonely cabin: "Forever, Y/n. Forever with me."

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damn. damn it's so fucking good

can you make me a yandere Bahiyyih crossed paths with a delivery rider (me/male reader)?

Order Up Anyone?

YANDERE BAHIYYIH X MALE READER

The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tired lines around Bahiyyih's eyes. Another grueling practice session had ended, leaving her muscles aching and her creativity stifled. As she shuffled towards her dorm room, a brief flicker of movement caught her eye.

Across the hallway, a delivery guy leaned against a mailbox, his phone illuminating his face with a soft blue light. Even from a distance, Bahiyyih could tell he was handsome – his dark hair fell in messy curls that framed warm, inviting eyes. Hesitantly, she approached him.

He looked up, startled, then recognition dawned on his face. "Wow, you're Bahiyyih from Kep1er! Huge fan!" he exclaimed, his voice warm and genuine.

Bahiyyih chuckled, surprised by her own nervous flutter. "Thanks! I actually just ordered some bubble tea. You're my delivery guy?"

"Yep, that's me, Y/n," he grinned, extending a hand. "Coming right up!"

The next few days were a whirlwind of texts. Usually guarded around strangers, Bahiyyih found herself pouring out her frustrations to Y/n about demanding schedules and suffocating expectations. He was a receptive audience, his voice a soothing balm on her frayed nerves. With each conversation, a seed blossomed in Bahiyyih's chest, a seed that threatened to bloom into something more possessive.

One afternoon, boredom gnawed at her. "Hey, Y/n," she texted, her fingers flying across the screen. "Wanna chat? Practice is dragging, and I'm starving."

"Always happy to chat," he replied quickly. "Pizza sound good?"

Bahiyyih hesitated for a moment. "Actually, have you ever tried that new Korean fried chicken place around the corner? Dying for it."

A few minutes later, a chipper knock interrupted her scrolling. Y/n beamed as he held up a steaming box. "Your wish is my command, idol-nim!"

Bahiyyih's heart skipped a beat at his teasing nickname. She blushed as she paid, a strange thrill coursing through her as he winked and walked away.

Over the next few weeks, the pattern continued. Food orders became a daily ritual, a way for Bahiyyih to bridge the gap between her solitary life and Y/n's friendly presence. Her justifications shifted with each order: a craving, a celebration, the need to keep her energy up for a grueling day.

Y/n, oblivious to the dark undercurrent, remained his cheerful self. He'd arrive with a smile, chat for a few minutes, and leave as soon as payment was exchanged. But for Bahiyyih, each fleeting interaction fanned the growing inferno of her obsession.

One evening, as Mashiro entered the dorm with a triumphant grin, a domino toppled in Bahiyyih's carefully constructed reality.

"Pizza night!" Mashiro announced, brandishing a confirmation email. "Extra pepperoni, just the way you like it, Bahi!"

Bahiyyih's smile faltered. "But… I…" she stammered, a cold anger bubbling in her stomach. "I already ordered food. Ddeokbokki, remember?"

Mashiro's brow furrowed. "No, I definitely ordered pizza. Craving hit me out of nowhere, you know how it is."

The air in the room crackled with tension. Bahiyyih's gaze locked onto Mashiro's, a chilling intensity flickering in its depths. "Mashiro," she finally spoke, her voice low and dangerous, "Y/n gets tired after so many deliveries. Don't you want him to take care of himself?"

Mashiro, sensing the shift in Bahiyyih's demeanor, stammered out a confused apology. "I… I didn't know. I'll cancel it right away!"

Bahiyyih's gaze softened, all traces of anger vanishing as quickly as they appeared. "No need," she said placidly. "I'll just cancel mine. Wouldn't want him to have two deliveries in such a short time."

The rest of the evening was strained. Bahiyyih remained glued to her phone, her thumbs nervously tapping out a message to Y/n about the "change in plans." Mashiro, shaken to the core, ate her pizza in a tense silence, the image of Bahiyyih's unsettling facade flickering in her mind.

As the days turned into weeks, a new terror replaced the initial thrill of Bahiyyih's possessiveness. Gone were the lighthearted conversations and playful banter. Bahiyyih's texts became cryptic, laced with veiled threats and passive-aggressive remarks about "supporting Y/n's well-being." Mashiro's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her terror. Y/n felt a tremor course through him. Bahiyyih's possessiveness had morphed into a suffocating control, and Mashiro's experience served as a stark warning. Yet, as he looked at the girl trembling before him, a different kind of fear coiled in his gut.

"What if…" he started, his voice barely a whisper, "what if she hurts you?"

Mashiro's eyes widened. "Y/n, don't be ridiculous. You saw how she… how she manipulated me! We need to get away!"

But a cold dread had settled in Y/n's stomach. He thought of the way Bahiyyih had once glared at him, a flicker of something cold and dangerous in her eyes when he'd dared to suggest taking a different delivery route. He remembered the veiled threats in her texts, the cryptic warnings about "consequences."

"Mashiro," he said, his voice low, "I can't risk that. I can't risk her hurting you."

Mashiro stared at him, disbelief flickering in her eyes. "So you're just going to… let her control you? Let her keep us both prisoners?"

Guilt gnawed at Y/n, but the fear of Bahiyyih's wrath was stronger. He looked away, unable to meet Mashiro's heartbroken gaze.

"It's not like that," he mumbled. "Maybe… maybe I can talk to her. Explain things."

Mashiro scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. "Talk to her? Y/n, she's gone! Don't you see that? This isn't the Bahiyyih you knew anymore."

Y/n flinched, the truth of her words hitting him like a physical blow. But the fear of the unknown was a terrifying abyss compared to the chilling certainty of Bahiyyih's fury.

The sound of the doorknob turning sent a jolt of fear through them. Bahiyyih stood there, a single takeout bag clutched in her hand. Her smile wasn't warm, but it wasn't devoid of affection either. There was a possessiveness in her eyes, a manic glint that sent shivers down Y/n's spine.

"Y/n, there you are! I brought your favorite," she chirped, her voice saccharine sweet.

Y/n forced a smile, his gaze flickering between Bahiyyih and Mashiro. Mashiro's face had drained of all color, her eyes wide with a horrifying realization.

"Mashiro," Bahiyyih cooed, her gaze turning to the other girl. "Leaving so soon? Don't you want to stay for dinner?"

Mashiro didn't reply. Her lips trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and betrayal. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Then, with a choked sob, she turned and fled the room, leaving Y/n alone with Bahiyyih.

Bahiyyih's smile widened, revealing a hint of something predatory. "See, Y/n? Now it's just you and me. Isn't that better?"

Y/n swallowed hard, a wave of nausea washing over him. He knew he was trapped, not just in the dorm, but in a twisted web of fear and affection. Bahiyyih, the once radiant idol, had become his jailor, and he, the terrified prisoner, willing to sacrifice anything to avoid her wrath.

Meanwhile, Mashiro ran through the building, tears streaming down her face. The world blurred before her eyes, the walls seemingly closing in. The image of Y/n, choosing his fear over her safety, replayed on a continuous loop in her mind. A chilling laugh escaped her lips, devoid of any humor.

She was alone, betrayed. And in the depths of her despair, a terrifying calmness settled in. Maybe Bahiyyih was right. Maybe she was the only one who truly understood love. A love so intense, so possessive, it could drive a person to the edge.

And Mashiro, broken and isolated, was teetering over that edge, ready to embrace the darkness that mirrored Bahiyyih's twisted affection.

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le abs

[mintchoccy]

OISHI MENTIONED RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WTF IS A FUCKING STALE CHIPS

Its time for you to choose a Ťwīçě Mommy to breed! Both Jīhýø and Mőmø are eager for your seed to fill their pussies, to inseminate their ovulating wombs! So, which Mommy are you going to choose then? Theyre so desperate for your cum that they wont let you go once your inside! 😳

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Good For Something (ft. ITZY Ryujin)

WC: 750

Genre: smut, ryujin x sub m!reader

A/N: Unedited snippet I wrote on a whim for Ryujin day. Fun fact: Ryujin was my third ever ult bias. Can yall guess my first two ult biases? First to guess both wins a... uh... a high five!

“I’m heading to bed!” You hear as the door opens. The lights turn on. You finally see a real living human being after months.

“Good night!” She screams through the small crack of the door before shutting it completely. She clumsily drops her bags by the closet near her door, then does a few little stretches.

She drags her feet towards you, slowly taking off her clothes. Starting with her top, she discards it and throws it beside you. Then she pulls her jeans down along with her panties, fully revealing her glistening pussy. Lastly, as she stands right in front of you, she unhooks her bra and drops it on the floor with her jeans.

With such a sight to behold, your erection comes to life right away. She grabs her makeup removal kit from the bedside table before straddling you. Aligning your shaft to her folds, she slowly sinks down.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, “I haven’t had a dick in me for so long.” Her tight entrance slowly envelops your length. She ties her hair back as she stares at her reflection in the mirror above you.

Gently, painfully slowly, she grinds on your length as she starts removing her makeup. With heavy breaths, she sways her hips back and forth while paying attention to the little details of her makeup, making sure she completely cleans her face.

In cleansing her face, she must be as gentle as possible in order to keep her flawless skin flawless. However, this gentleness translates to her fucking. While you’re used to fast and rough, just as she likes it, her pace is so meticulous, that it is unsettling for you—a literal change of pace.

As soon as she is done with her makeup removal, she grabs onto your shoulders and bounces on your length. This is what you’re used to. Without batting an eye on you, she untangles her hair and admires her own raw beauty in the mirror. You as well gaze upon her majesty, but her majesty does not even look down on her subject. To her, you are merely a toy, a dick to fuck when she wants.

Without warning, her pace slows down, her grip tightens, and her walls tighten. She moans as loudly as she wants as juices gush from her folds. Her body weakens, leaning forwards, embracing your head close to her shoulder and her chest landing on yours. She grabs your hair until finally her orgasm subsides.

“I haven’t… had one of those… in ages,” she mutters between heavy breaths. She pulls your hair down until your face is looking at her. “You wanna cum, too?” You nod frantically.

“I don’t usually do this, but you’ve been such a good toy to me,” she tells you as she gets off you and grabs your cock. With a sly smile, she teases, “and I know you missed me.”

With an increasing pace, she rubs your cock while staring at you in the eyes. You stare back at her and her body, focusing on her slim figure, grateful that you get to fuck such a figure every day, a body you can never get to touch and admire.

As your small moans start slipping out of your mouth, she quickens the pace even more knowing you’re on the verge of climaxing. And so you do, spurting small loads of semen onto your own belly. She takes a look at your small mess. Her sly smile turns to disappointment, then anger.

“This is pathetic. What is this?” She asks menacingly. She stands on her feet and leans over, glaring at you. “Did you nut while I was gone?”

Stunned, frightened, you can only cower in fear, avoiding eye contact. You were taught not to lie. You couldn’t. But you also couldn’t say yes. To her, the silence implies it however, and that’s all she needs to know.

She sends a palm flying towards your cheek, making a noise so loud you worry her roommates might have heard it.

“What did I tell you?” She growls at you. Again, you can only cower in fear.

“You’re pathetic.” She insults you as the sting on your cheek still lingers. “You know the punishment.”

She storms out, heading towards the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on while you’re stuck on the same couch you’ve lived in for however the fuck long, unable to clean yourself or even touch yourself. You can only sit there quietly as you await your punishment.