noblenobi

[noblenobi]

Say My Name.

genre: bfh comeback. yes. "hello there", as obi-wan would say. dubcon?

♪: “Got that Sinatra look to you, so come fly me to the moon.”

You and Chaeyoung had been cuddling on the couch in her house’s living room all night, enjoying each other’s company and catching up on your favorite TV shows after being too busy for her after a long while. Like a really long while. Being Hyejoo’s boyfriend plus working at a pub, not only takes a lot of multitasking—but a damn lot of time too.

Because of such stress, you decided to take a leave for a day. Everything was going well. Chilling like a villain like what they say. Do they still say that? Oh, whatever. That said, all was well—until your lovely landlady gave an odd response to your confession that you were finally dating someone after the long “winter” you’ve had. She brushed her hand across your cock while trying to adjust her seated position, causing your body to react and you to let out a gasp. Chaeyoung had instantly picked up on your futile attempt to hide the tension you had towards her. Aroused, she chose to tease you further. “Noona, this isn’t r-right.” Chae scoffed your remark. “Why? Just cause you’re dating someone?” she ridiculed every second of your jolts and shivers from her touches.

“May I remind you, Hwang Kyung-fucking-wan. You said you are mine, thus you will always be. And I don’t give a fuck’s sake if you have a girl. I’ll fuck you up. You are mine! Mine! Fucking mine!” With a dark tone on her, you didn’t know what to expect. Chaeyoung slapped your face repeatedly, side to side. A maniacal laugh, lust-filled eyes. Did you expect that? Neither did anyone. You had no choice but to not fuck this up and let her be. Agreed?

Rested on top with lips on yours, she yanked your arms and wrapped it around her neck. You were red. Beet red.

“Just… don’t hurt me. Please.” you muttered quietly, not so much because you intended to keep your word, rather you were in grave fear to reject Chaeyoung in a state of hers like that. She grinned as she parted from your cheek, then to your neck, placing soft wet kisses all over your soft skin.

She lowered her hand down to your shorts, gently caressing the bulge to ease your tension while her lips remained on your neck. Albeit need seen from yourself, moans elicited, she could tell you were nervous despite your heated exterior. She felt it from the way your chest rose quickly to the way the goosebumps were beginning to form on your skin. 

Chaeyoung patted you on your side to signal for you to lift your hips so she could pull down your shorts, and you did as she asked. You didn’t want another slap nor to cause any further trouble. Once she had completely removed them, she just simply can’t take her eyes off of you and your hardness. Lust fueled her mind, having wanted to rip off your clothes and put you in right there. Driven so much by her hunger for you that she didn’t need no foreplay. She just wanted you.

Chaeyoung smiled as she ran his fingers delicately along your skin, over your thighs, and teasing your cock. Her fingers trailed around your sensitive parts, tickled it as much as she wanted to, while she maintained his eyes on yours the entire time - observing every one of your reactions. Her tiny fingers came to stop just by tip, waiting for one more sight of how sensitive you were before proceeding. All you could have done was nod. With a grin so devilish, she softly gripped your shaft.

She groaned at the sight of your tip leaking pre-cum, excruciatingly loud for you to hear. She brought her thumb to run along your shaft, lubing it up. She was fully immersed with you; your breathing grew heavy as you tried to relax at the feeling.

“You keep twitching by my hand and I’ve barely done anything but a handjob,” she snickered.

Your cheeks reddened at her continuous actions. You groaned as you relaxed your body, trying your best to enjoy the feeling amidst the knowledge of consequences that lie ahead.

“That’s it, darling. You’re so good for me,” Chaeyoung praised as her hand slowly picked up the pace. You had gotten used to this new 50/50 feeling, having let out faint gasps every time her hand change pace within certain intervals of her stroking you. You were still incredibly shy and were hesitant to let out anything more than quiet breaths of pleasure. 

Deciding to evoke more from you, Chaeyoung brought her face near your cock. All the while, she teased you with kisses on your tip. That and her hot breath added up to the particularly sensitive arousal you thought were already too much to handle. You moaned, the sound falling from your lips before you could stop it. Chaeyoung, of course, took notice of this. Her lips curved into a sneer as she slowly leaned in close to you, before having whispered into your ear.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this now. Aren’t you?” she cooed in your ear. “What happened to the innocent loyal boyfriend you were moments ago, hmm?”

You weren’t exactly sure why you chose to shake your head, but the motion seemed to come instinctively. “No? You’re not? Tell me to stop then.”

Chaeyoung chuckled at your lack of response as she started to quicken at speed faster than before, causing you to let out another loud moan of pleasure. As you became immersed in the sensation, your eyes began to roll back into your head.

“No, look at me, baby. I want you to remember this moment,” she spoke with her bloodshot eyes, fixed on you. “Every time you ever try to think about being with somebody else, I want you to think only of me and this fucking moment. You understand, my pretty boy?”

You struggled to make eye contact with her, took several moments for you to find her eyes from how hazy your vision was. Once you did, you finally took in the sight of Chaeyoung staring so hard at you - eyes brimming with lust, admiration, and power. You had no idea those emotions could coexist in the same woman, but here you were beneath after all.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers, baby. Say my name, while you’re at it. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, noona! I wanna cum for you, I just wanna be yours! I’m all Chaeyoung’s!”

Chaeyoung lowered her head beside yours, biting down on your earlobe while her thumb sloppily rubbed your tip with the rest of her hand speedily stroking you to your nearing end.

It’s not too long until she caused your orgasm to hit you at an overwhelming pleasurable height. At least, that’s what you assumed it was. But you had little time to think about, from blood flowing beneath all the way up to your head.

You were unsure of how loud your moans had become by this point, but Chaeyoung didn’t seem to care. She encouraged you through your orgasm, whispering phrases like “good job” and “that’s my boy” while you struggled to catch your breath. 

She looked up from the crook of your neck once you had relaxed, smiling to herself. Chae brought her fingers up to examine and have a closer look at your cum that had coated her petite fingers. 

“What a mess. What a waste.” You grew shy at her words, even more so when she decided to bring her sticky fingers up to her small mouth. Before you could open your mouth to protest, she was already sucking off your essence, sighing in satisfaction as she let your sperm hit her tongue. 

“So fucking sweet. Makes me want to taste you even more,” she groaned at your taste as her eyelids fluttered shut. You giggled awkwardly, assuming that Chae was only joking. You were quickly proven wrong once she reached over to swiftly pull your legs closer to her, making you yelp in surprise. Within seconds, Chaeyoung’s mouth was on your cock, tongue running flat lines along your shaft and circling it on your tip. Movements swift and eager, starved like never before. 

You whined as your hand gripped onto her blonde locks, subtly attempting to slow her down.

She hummed against your dick, not caring. The taste of you was addicting - she already knew even way back at your first encounter that she’d need to this more often. Your moans were euphoric to her ears, and your taste was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Having realized what you just got yourself into, you thought weren't that innocent already considering your prior rendezvous with Yeojin. But needless to say, whatever comes after, you weren’t ready for the hellbound guilt you were about to face.

—————— //: END.

Can you believe it? I'm back! But also at the same time, nope. ㅜㅜ Hi y'all. It's been a rough year for me (college is a bitch), and I just decided to drop something out of a re-emerging BFH-mixed holiday spirit lmao. I'm so glad I finally got to put out, by the very least, a part two for Chae x reader/Kyung-wan. I'll be frank, I'm losing creative juices to the very depths, but I'm glad I still have some.

That said, I might go back to lurking. Supporting my best buddies in the community as I used to. As for writing, it'll take some time to get my mojo back.

I'll see you cuties around, hope your December is going well so far! Ciao! xoxo.

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[noblenobi]

Bust or Bust 2

Jihyo & Jisun x Male Reader

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2,561 Words

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A/N: It’s been close to 2 months for a new fic. Hope this doesn’t disappoint. I’m especially nervous writing a sequel to my best doing fic.

A/N 2: Thank you @midnightdancingsol and @v1ntrix for editing this piece for me.

A break from your office means a break from most of your troubles. 

Although you’re still here on teacher duties, officially, the club committee members handle the bulk of the work.

While Jihyo briefs the rest of the volleyball team on the summer training camp’s rules, Jisun grabs your hand and pulls you away from the group. 

A grin surfaces. Here we go again. 

Any resistance immediately flushes out of your brain, and lewd thoughts begin to take their place as you’re dragged across the grass patch and into the beach house.

Jisun pushes you onto a nearby chair and immediately straddles you.

No more teasing. 

No more seduction.

Both of you know what’s coming next. 

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[noblenobi]

Confide (fromis_9 Gyuri)

“Thanks for letting me come over. Um—” Jang Gyuri touches her index fingers together, cheeks burning red from shyness, while she walks around the dumpster house that is your living room. She tiptoes around the filthy junkyard that is your apartment, avoiding the soda puddles and junk food scraps that lie in the open for ants to scrap. “Sorry for ruining your Saturday night. I promise, this wasn’t how I wanted to spend my Saturday night either.”

God. You feel just as embarrassed, if not more than she does. 

Sometimes, you forget that Gyuri is an idol, a celebrity, a larger than life figure in the eyes of the general public. It’s almost like you’re ruining her image by her simply being there — a dirty, unclean apartment that belongs to someone barely hanging on financially. Thank goodness it’s on the sixth floor of a random building placed in a random place in the city. You’d drop to your knees in complete shame should those Dispatch cameras find someone like her hanging around a ‘peasant’ like you. 

Marie Kondo will probably file a lawsuit against you if she sees how awful your flat looks.

Though she might be larger than life, Gyuri is still your friend — even if you don’t communicate as much because of her idol schedules anymore. So when she called you an hour earlier asking for your place, you didn’t hesitate in the slightest to offer yours. She confided in you the most and would share her feelings and ask for your comfort. There’s something she sees in you that she’d look for you for support rather than with her members. 

“Sure, anything for my friend,” you say cheerfully while you hurriedly dust and sweep the floor — as if she didn’t give you an hour's headstart when she sent that text. She doesn’t appear bothered by it, but man, it makes you look apathetic when she’s dressed like a star in contrast to your simple homely shirt and shorts. 

“Do you want anything? Food? Drinks? I still have some lasagna and chicken—”

“It’s okay.” Gyuri lifts her hand in refusal, flashing a cute, humble smile at you and presenting her trademark eye smile. “No need to make me feel any better; you’ve already done more than enough by letting me in. I’ll just watch TV and sleep on the couch.” 

You’re worried. Her tone sounds so gloomy and downcast. A few times in the past she’s called you over the phone to express her problems, but this is different. There has to be a reason why she personally wanted to see you, but you don’t know what it might be.

Putting down your broom and dustpan, you approach her casually laying on the sofa. She casually kicks off her heels to free her congested feet.

“Is everything okay?” you ask. “What happened?”

She tilts her eyes up from the screen toward yours, curling her lips in a grumpy, sour expression. “What happened? Oh, it’s nothing. You don’t need to hear it.”

Strange. She would immediately spill the tea whenever you asked. Whatever it is, she must have been deeply hurt by it. 

“I’m your friend, Gyul.” Drop to your knees to lower yourself to her level. “Whatever it is, I won’t ever tell anyone. Only I would know how you truly feel.”

“Really?” She raises her eyebrows, her tone changing from despondent to joy. “Are you sure, though? It’s quite a lot.”

You reassure her with a bright, wide grinned smile. “No, nothing is quite a lot for my friend. I have all the time in the world to listen to you.”

Your answer raises her spirit. Of course there’s a reason why you’re her confidant, and more importantly, her best friend. 

“Okay.” Gyuri slides her legs off the couch, freeing up space for you to join her. “Sit here. I want to tell you everything.”

Without hesitation, you set yourself down on the opposite side of the couch, ears perking, ready to listen to everything that she has to say. 

Gyuri takes a deep breath, averting direct eye contact with you. You solemnly observe her as she tries to make herself comfortable. The tears in her eyes tell you that whatever she’s been through is still a fresh memory — an open cut in her heart. 

After a few minutes of crying, you try to grab a tissue and get up, but you feel a sudden tug on your arm. Gyuri’s own hand is pulling you back.

“Don’t.”

And that’s all she needs to say. You rejoin her on the sofa with a concerned look, then wrap yourself around her in a warm, comforting embrace. It takes a little bit before she eases into your hug and rests her head on your shoulder. The sight of a broken Gyuri, sniffling and sobbing like a baby almost makes you want to cry too—but you can’t. 

Be strong. Be strong for her. Those words repeat in your head like a chant. 

To hide the pain gradually seeping, you retreat behind shut eyes, pulling her even deeper into your clasp as she shares her pain with you. It doesn't matter how long it will take, there’s no way you’ll let her go until she ultimately feels better. 

Eventually, the sniffles quiet down, and you feel a small shove on your chest. Gyuri releases herself from your embrace, rubbing a finger on her nose and flashing that trademark eye smile a second time. 

“Thank you,” she whispers. “I needed that so badly. Thank you.”

No words can be adequate to respond to that, so you simply flash a soft grin, mimicking her trademark eye smile that elicits a giggle from Gyuri. You’re also met by a quick, playful elbow to the belly in retaliation. 

“God, you really know how to make me feel better,” she says with a chuckle. 

“You’re my friend, Gyul.” you repeat what you said earlier. “I’m here for you. Always.”

—————

“Damn, I can’t believe he’d do that to you,” you say with utter disbelief as you stare at the phone in her hand. On the screen there’s an endless stream of texts from her boyfriend, Jeonghan. Except he’s her ex-boyfriend now.

“Yeah, and just imagine how many times he’d done this.” Her fingers slide to show more texts from the dismissive punk, Jeonghan. Even though they’re laid out differently, the meaning and simplicity remains the same. 

> Stuck at work. Can’t make it. 

> Sorry babe; another day. 

> 🧡🙏

“Tonight was our sixth month anniversary too,” she continues, scrolling downward to her more recent exchanges with him. “We had it all planned out weeks in advance. I bought this beautiful dress because he liked it so much, and I booked him his favorite restaurant because we never had the opportunity to eat there together. Fuck, there’s a two month waiting list to get in!”

The more details she drops, the angrier her inflection grows. Even as you glance toward her, those furrowed eyebrows and steely glare show frustration even just thinking about it; how much more verbally speaking about it and looking at the evidence?

Her fingers stop at a certain time point. 8:29 p.m., the breaking point of their relationship.

> Hey, where are u babe? I’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now :)

> I gotta bail. Lots of paperwork and the boss is expecting results by tomorrow. 

> See you later tonight? 

She directs her index a little further down, focusing on her subsequent exchange back at him.

> Not a chance, dipshit. This is the last straw. Fuck you. We’re done.

“Just look at the audacity of this shit,” she grumbles, skimming through the rest of the conversation quickly. Bubbles and paragraphs from his side that are fruitless in salvaging whatever is left between the two of them. “He’s said more words to me through text in five minutes than what he’s said to me within the past two weeks.”

“I mean, what the hell does any of this even mean?” Gyuri shrugs her shoulders in disgust. Her sarcastic tone makes it apparent that he’s spewing total bullshit over the phone, and she’s completely appalled by his consistent failings as a boyfriend. “Trying to impress the boss? I guess his boss is more important than his girlfriend. Sorry I don’t sign your paychecks, buddy, but I have something to offer too, you know? Like, my bad I’m not a walking dollar sign!”

Her jokes elicit a small cackle out of you. That’s when she’s at her best—when she’s poking fun at the current situation, no matter how bad it may be. 

“God, why is he such a damn workaholic?” she continues, expressing lament at getting into someone like him. “He cares way too much about work to even remember me. He missed my birthday dinner for work. He skipped out on our Valentine’s date so he could secure the partnership with those foreign investors. I don’t even remember when was the last time we kissed anymore. Maybe New Years?”

A sudden stop. Then, she wistfully sighs.

“He kisses his boss’s ass more than he kisses me.”

“Gyul…” You reach out your hand to hold hers, which she allows you. 

The emotional rollercoaster continues, going from sullen to confident. “Well, I guess he can kiss my ass too.”

Dead silence follows for a few minutes. You expect her to break down in tears a second time, but she doesn’t. It’s a moment of quiet contemplation and rumination—one so that she can be firm at her decision to finally end things with her boyfriend. She doesn’t let go of your hand all throughout, confidently confiding her feelings to you. In exchange, your wide eyed gaze remains steadfast on her face. 

When she speaks again, it seems like there’s still a hint of sorrow.

“I really feel so bitter about tonight. Gosh, it’s so embarrassing to be stood up like that. One year of dealing with his bullshit.” A small tear begins to flow from her eye, which she quickly wipes away with her free hand. “I wanted everything to be perfect. Despite my schedules, I took two days off, had my hair and nails done, and bought this dress that he liked. On top of that, I even complimented it with nice lingerie to surprise him.”

Both your eyes and hers’ look down at the lacy fabric hiding beneath her outfit. For a moment, there’s a rush of blood in the place you least want it to be—until you mentally remind yourself that you’re just friends. You’re there as a source of comfort, not a rebound for her. 

“You bought lingerie?” you blurt. That curious side of yours is letting in a bit too much for comfort.

“Yeah,” she scans herself and even pulls a bit at the oppressive hem to give you a little more for your eyes to feast on. “Still have it on, too. See?”

You nod rapidly like an excitable dog until the red lights flash in your head, once again forcing you to remember that there’s only a thin connection of friendship between you and Gyuri and nothing further. Thankfully, she doesn’t see you comically slap yourself in the cheek to remind you of the fact.

She sighs again. “So much for preparing. Look at me, all dolled-up for nothing.”

Not really. You get the honor of seeing her like this, something that her ungrateful ex-boyfriend of his won’t be able to brag about.

“But yeah, I’m honestly glad to get all of that out of my system. Thanks for letting me ramble.” She turns her gaze toward you with a bright smile. “I’d rather spend my Saturday night with someone like you than crying and eating ice cream like a sorry bitch.”

“Hey, it’s all good. Anything for you to feel better.” 

You press your hands between hers to give her warmth and reassurance. What wouldn’t you do to make her happy again whenever she needs it?

“I never really got to say this, but you’re such a great listener. Whenever we talk, I feel like I can actually share things with you. I can freely have a conversation with you, and it feels so refreshing.”

“Really?” you blurt out, surprised as you’re not quite the talker, nor do you provide anything beyond surface-level advice when it comes to friends, and as close as you two are, Gyuri is no exception. “I’m just…here.”

“And that’s more than enough,” she replies, leaning her face close to yours. You suddenly feel incredibly tense, almost uncomfortable even, but you do nothing to stop her. “Like I said, whenever we talk, you don’t just hear me, but you understand me. Does that make any sense?”

“Um, kinda?” you reluctantly reply, fighting off your honesty with your priority to make her happy. “I sort of get it.”

“Okay, good. I thought I was sounding crazy there,” she says, retracting her head back as you internally breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh, and another thing.” You feel your body crash down to the couch as she suddenly pounces onto you like a predator from the bushes. 

“Did I mention you’re really good at maintaining eye contact? Almost like you can be an idol too, like me.” she continues with a giggle, laughing at her own joke. “Honestly, I find them attractive. I feel like I can stare into those beautiful eyes of yours forever.”

Your cheeks burn brighter hearing her compliment. She giggles as you awkwardly gaze back with twinkles in your eyes. You’re not sure what to do now: to let those restrained feelings of yours finally manifest, or just allow her to do whatever she wants, but keeping a clear line between your friendship when it’s crossed, and she’s tiptoeing close to that border.

Despite this, the trigger in your brain pulls itself.

“I like your eyes too.”

She flashes that trademark eye smile, sharing in your shyness with cheeks, bright and red as yours. 

“You like my eyes? You’re too sweet, thanks.” Her hands caress and squeeze your cheeks like a cat, molding them in her grasp like clay.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.” Gyuri continues to play with your face while you lay beneath her, completely powerless. “I feel like I could kiss you right now.”

If your thought cheeks couldn’t get any redder than the sun, now they are. Little by little, your restraint and willpower is crumbling away, but damn, if you aren’t trying your hardest to withhold yourself from making the first move against her consent.

“Then why don’t you do that?” you mutter. 

Her eyes light up and a wide smile forms on her face, as if a light bulb magically appeared above her head. 

“You’re right, why wouldn’t I? I’m single, after all.”

She doesn’t waste a second longer. The air around you tightens in a mere instant as her lips capture yours, and you feel as hot as the fucking sun with her weight pressing you down on the couch, her tongue invading your mouth, and her sweet little hum reverberating around your ears. Whatever space is left on that line, Gyuri has completely crossed it and back twice over. 

Allowing your senses to relish the new sensation, you slam your eyes shut as you both make out passionately. Her hands roam and explore your body, without care for the obvious discrepancy in the way you’re poorly dressed compared to her—she knows where it will all eventually fall in the end. It doesn’t matter. 

It also didn’t matter that you were acting defensive on the outside, knowing well that she was going to break you eventually, or that you were letting on more than she knew. A part of you wanted this to happen, and finally, here she is, letting her whole self onto you—mind, body, and soul as you dreamt of.

“Mmm,” she hums and drones between kisses, the tone bouncing between sweet and sultry. “Mmh, I’m sorry,” she has to talk between love pecks, which you admit, is a little annoying. “IIII-I really don’t know if you like the taste of my lipstick.”

Your response? To push her into your chest and continue making out on the couch. At points, you feel tugs on the fabric of your shirt and skin, while you blindly seek points to pull at her dress. Neither attempts at the other’s clothes result in any material being shed or torn.

Gyuri withdraws her lips from yours and clambers on top of you, using her hands as support on the sofa. 

“Wait. Before we do this, I wanna make one thing clear: I’m not doing this to get back at my ex. I have lots of pent up energy I want to release. I also really want you right now.”

You slowly nod, the realization of her intentions slowly passing through your head. 

“But I also really want to get back at him,” She lifts her eyebrows, as if demanding your approval for the deed. “Am I still making any sense?”

“Yes?” A form of dread lingers at the back of your mind, assuming that failure to respond within five seconds signals your end. Is this even cheating? But she said she’s single now, so it might be fair after all, or not? Should 24 hours pass before she should have done this? 

She dives in for a quick peck of your lips; a small dose of brain juice to get your shit together—or to mess it up entirely.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” she says disapprovingly, aware of your inability to give a proper answer. “Let me make it clear, then.” She dives close to your face again, whispering in your ear, “I want you to fuck me.”

She’s not even finished speaking, yet when her tone and demand sends shivers down your spine and raises the hairs all over your body. 

“I want you to fuck me,” she repeats, in her most lustful tone. “Fuck me better than he did. I’m all yours tonight.”

You don’t even question that she has had some sexual experience with that bastard, not when she’s openly inviting you to take her with open arms.

“We can do whatever you want.”

Before you can even think of what you want to do with her, she crashes her lips down on yours again violently, with a little more hunger, with a little more desire. Between the hums that escape her lips is an occasional soft moan, and you are more than willing to simply let her seize control, despite her request for you to take the wheel. If the night ended like this—with Gyuri, your best friend on top of you after a round of kisses and nothing more—you would be more than satisfied.

Somehow, she has some kind of ability to read your mind like a telepath.

Her arms reach around the back of her peach colored dress, interrupting the makeout session. You offer yours to assist her, and you’re rewarded as you clasp the metal zipper keeping it together. She allows you to run it down her body, which you happily do. Slowly slide the velcro down her expensive fabric as the previously hidden matching colored cleavage exposes itself for you, with shapely breasts tucked behind a mouth-watering bra. 

Gyuri does the rest, gently sliding the straps off her shoulder, pushing it down halfway. The way she’s positioned on top of you makes it difficult to completely remove, so she decides to get rid of it first, sitting up as the expensive piece of clothing ruins itself as it drops down to her legs. After a brief struggle, she kicks it off her feet and leaves it ignored on the floor next to the sofa. One half of clothed distractions gone. 

She immediately plants herself atop you, making sure her cleavage is center stage, drawing your attention to her chest. 

“Like the view?” she asks, rather stupidly knowing well you both know the answer.

Nevertheless, you nod approvingly as she giggles in response watching you openly lust for her. Then, it’s back to kissing and making out while laying on your couch again.

Disregard the lack of comfort you both feel on the sofa. The scent and flavor of her rosy lips on yours makes you forget about those feelings of hesitance and restraint. Gyuri’s also using you to give a mental middle finger at her former lover, though you wish she’d cut down on that and hope that your finger is planted on those tight lips instead—not just so she’d shut up but also so that you’d make her forget about him too. Such an opportunity will come, but for now, you’ll make do with the touch of her body, with your hands all over her, making her grimace and moan in pleasure.

“Nnngh.” 

She tries to distract herself from your touch with a few futile attempts to recapture your lips in a heated kiss, but you are simply too much and leave her breathless. Your fingers even graze the cloth of her underwear and bra, but you’re not ready to move to that stage just yet. 

“Be honest with me,” she lets out an airy purr. “We’ve been friends for a while. So I just wanna ask: Have you ever fantasized about me?”

Your heart drops as you struggle and squirm beneath her. The gulp in your throat is audible enough for her to hear. Seeing you vulnerable and weak for her like this, she flashes a taunting smirk. Contrast to it is that darned wholesome eye smile, making her appear like an angel and a demon all at the same time. It’s the little things in her body movement too: the slight tilt of her head, the seemingly innocent, caring hand on your cheek that’s building pressure on you, and the lift of her leg make it seem she’s playing you like a toy—no, you are indeed just a toy for her. 

“Hmm—” Gyuri playfully places a finger on her chin, briefly retreating her stare at you, yet you don’t feel like there’s room to breathe. “Have you ever thought about getting to feel me? To taste me? To fuck me?”

Something distracts her. She looks down, and the sight amuses her. There’s a hill growing between your groin, and she giggles at your body’s excitement. 

“O-Oh? Looks like your little friend is speaking on your behalf. Look at it; so excited to finally feel me.” she says seductively as you feel a sudden grip on your balls. Her hand rubs and squeezes around your clothed shaft, causing a small puddle to form on your shorts. “Then why don’t we make those fantasies come true?”

She hops off the sofa, strutting in the direction of your bedroom and hypnotizing your eyes towards her ass. “Let’s go to your room.”

Wasting no time, you jump off the couch as soon as you feel the air loosen around you, but as you prepare to zoom past her first, you suddenly stop.

“Lose your pants along the way there.”

Thank goodness Gyuri’s nowhere in sight as you shed your shirt, your shorts, and  your boxers like a drunk maniac as you slide toward your bedroom. It’s only when you slam the door shut once you’re inside when she turns around to find you completely naked and hard for her. 

“Oh fuck, you look so big,” she rasps as you cautiosly approach her, seated on the edge of your bed. “Bigger than my ex.”

She takes your thighs by force, positioning your cock right around her level—a perfect position to paint her white like the sheets.

“Mm, I’m feeling wet already.” Her whisper reverberates around your shaft, making you wince from the wave of her voice. “Why don’t I make you wet too?”

Gyuri takes your waist, pushing you with sudden force onto the bed with an audible thud and creak. Then, she clambers atop you again—a position you’re both familiar with by now, but neither of you are tired of. 

“Just lay down,” she whispers against your neck, which you comply with by resting your head down. Her lips peck your collarbones, followed by a soft nibble and graze. “Just feel my tongue trail down your body—from your neck, to your chest, to your stomach, and finally to your cock.”

She disappears behind your closed eyes. From there, your imagination and senses do the rest. There’s weight being pressed on your chest; you assume it's her hands. You want to grasp at something, to reconfirm that what’s happening right now is real, but there’s hardly a reason to when her delicate, smooth kisses leave you winded. 

You lay there, at rest, taking every bit of her lips on you at her command. Suddenly, a gasp escapes your lips. Your eyes light up. She meets yours halfway; she’s a lot farther than when she started. She’s now by your groin, the line between your girth and her lips incredibly blurry. She might as well be kissing it. Oh wait, she already has.

“Ooh, you liked that, didn’t you?” she asks in a coy, playful tone. As you try to nod, you feel your head spin and you’re more dazed. 

“You like it when I tease your cock with my little tongue?” she adds with a giggle.

Yes, fuck, of course I do—is what you’d say to her if she gave you an opportunity to breathe. Before you know it, she’s playfully slurping and licking your shaft. The gasps that you make grow a little louder in volume. 

“Mm, wonder what happens if I put the tip in my mouth a bit?”

The answer is instantaneous. A sudden moan rings through the bedroom; it isn’t her whine, it’s yours.

“Mm, I love that sound. It’s so hot. Moan for me again.”

It’s not a request, more like a demand. She wraps her tongue and takes your tip into her mouth a second time, earning another moan out of you. What follows is a constant stream of airy groans and precum milked with each entry in her mouth, licking your most sensitive parts like a popsicle. Her fingers envelop your dick in a bind, wanting to get a little more out of you through jerking your shaft at a slow pace.

“I, I, guh ughh—Gyul!” Your face contorts and twists in all sorts of expressions, much to her delight. 

“Bet I can make you cum right now.” She giggles before taking you into her mouth again.

Unwilling to burst so early, you shake your head. Mustering up whatever strength you have, you say, “N-no. N-need to p-put you deep in my mouth.”

“You want me to put the whole thing in my mouth?” She raises an eyebrow with intrigue. “Well aren’t you quite eager?”

She puts a finger on her chin again, as if very hesitant to follow through on the deed. “I don’t know if you can handle it. Sucking cock is a speciality of mine. Are you sure you want to, though?”

You don’t even hesitate to nod right away; at that moment, you’ve never looked so desperate and needy.

“Okay, you asked for this.”

Gyuri dives in again, taking almost your whole length in her mouth in a single swoop. Instead of her face, her hair, or any piece of her, you yank the sheets of the bed as you squirm and struggle beneath her, arousing her even more. Spit coats most of your shaft as the narrow space between you closes a little again, as seen with the occasional bump of her nose with your base. 

The moans you make grow even louder, accompanied by the sporadic hiss. If her lips weren't enough to send you into a frenzied spiral, the little bounce on her chest does. Her head movement is intricate, intent to arouse you and make you even more wanting. On top of that, there’s her drool and your leak that spills on her top, staining her inviting bra and cleavage. To her, It’s not a distraction but rather an invitation, an excuse to finally let them finally slip.

Speaking of, her mouth slips out your slippery dick abruptly, but not of her own accord. Finally, some room for you to breathe, but it only lasts for a moment, if not less. Just as quick as she spits you out, she immediately takes you right in again. Your cock is light play to Gyuri’s throat; she puffs and gulps it down her gullet playfully like she’s in need of oxygen, and you’re drowning deeper in pleasure and desperation to blast right in her mouth. 

You don’t realize that between intense thrusts in her maw, she’s already slid down the distracting bra off her shoulders, with the panties following suit. The contemplation lasts as long as your attention toward her, though. Look up at the ceiling, frantically searching for any other thoughts aside from the warm, aching pain building up in your groin. You don’t want the night to end like this, after so much teasing.

But it looks like you're not the only one buzzing desperately after all.

There’s a ringing noise that can easily be mistaken for the bed trembling. Gyuri frees your throbbing shaft from her throat, but replaces the iron grip of her lips with her fingers instead. “Oh? My phone is going crazy right now! I wonder who it could be.” She’s leisurely stroking you off while sarcastically taunting her ex-boyfriend. Could be literally anyone else, says the part of your brain that has regained some semblance of thought, but she’s mostly kept you in a prison of bodily pleasure, securely fenced by lust.

“Why don’t I show you what he’s missing?” Gyuri hovers atop of you, no longer away from a distance, her nakedness in clear view. You lay beneath, eyes twinkling, with an exhausted expression on your features. Her soft but lust filled gaze keeps your eyes locked on her, enough of a diversion that catches you completely unawares when her wet folds are speared by your stiff cock.

She bites her lips and closes her eyes as the new sensation invites itself within her tight walls. Her body squirms violently with the slow entry of your shaft. It’s almost like she’s never taken it hard, but she quickly acclimates to the new presence inside her when her hips effortlessly bounces on your waist. 

“Oh fuck, you feel so fucking amazing,” she moans, pressing her hands on your chest for stability. There’s no support for the instability that you’re feeling on your side, however. With just one slam of her hips, she’s left you completely heavy and weak, but you’d be lying if it wasn’t the most pleasurable sensation you’ve ever experienced.

As spent as you are, you want more. You need more.

Hold your arms out to grab Gyuri’s slender waist. Such a flawless body; perfectly sized busts that can snugly fit in your palms, lean waist that isn’t too thin, based on the moist trickle around her navel, a clean bush, and toned, shapely legs that can wrap themselves around your throat and smother you. Of course, the icing on this orange cake is the hot, wet sensation of her tight pussy suffocating your shaft, almost getting you to blow with just one pump. 

It only gets worse from there—or better, depending on how you look at it. 

Not only is Gyuri phenomenal at deepthroating, but also at riding you. Her hips rise and drop in gentle waves, the wet crashing sound of flesh filling the space between you. She leans her head close to yours with a starry eyed stare and disfigured grin from the overflow of pleasure surging her. Each bounce, each slick entry leaves you even more breathless by the second. There’s no momentum for you to swing upward despite the immense urge to fill her, to fuck her.

“Fuck, fuck, Gyul, you feel so damn good,” you say, gasping for air.

“You feel so fucking amazing, fuck, I—” Her loving gaze is snapped, her eyes shut themselves closed, her train of thought incapacitated by her wanton desire to feel every inch of you. It’s more than enough to give you space to thrust up and catch a small glimpse of your wet cock disappearing and reappearing between her stretched folds.

Gyuri is reduced to a moaning hot mess, only capable of producing two words, and they’re all you need to spur your arousal. 

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—”

Her filthy tongue repeats her utmost desire like a religious chant, a want for you to grant her desire for complete bliss. Her clean look is ruined within a matter of minutes, with frazzled long hair hiding her face, her lips gushing out spit like a feral dog, and behind the messed up appearance is makeup running down her gorgeous face. What a twisted, yet perfect way to conclude her night. Now, she was as dirty as you are.

Your bedroom becomes a soundstage for the lewd lovemaking you’re both doing. She’s riding you hard that produces echoes from skin clapping, the bed creaks sharper and in rhythm with her hips, and your moans are overpowered by her endless stream of profanities and her pitched whimpers. 

It’s the perfect image to fall asleep to—Gyuri’s breasts bouncing on top of you while practically waking the neighbors up with her coarse and salacious sounds. 

“Gyul, hold on—” The words escape you with utmost urgency, as if they are spoken before you even thought of them.

“No, no, want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk!” she shouts as she quickens her pace riding you, completely ignoring your voice. 

And for a moment, it seems like that would be your end. It isn’t until you grab and fondle her breast that her tempo suddenly slows down, then eventually to a complete halt. She comes to her senses to find her hair blocking her view, like that she needed any when she was in that state.

Brushing her hair away, she looks down at you. “What do you want?”

“All fours.”

Gyuri takes a deep breath, then gently lifts herself off you, releasing your cock from her soaked pussy with a plop. She turns around and positions her body on fours, as you wanted. Her face is high on the edge of the bed, and her backside is presented to you, with her stretched out cunt and white thigh highs in full view. Based on how wobbly her elbows are, she was close to trembling too. Like she said, fuck her so hard that she can’t walk. 

For the first time in a while, you feel the pressure in your body loosen, even though Gyuri isn’t the heaviest woman. Gingerly get up and position yourself behind her ass, ready to take her on her fours. Line your stiff, wet cock on the edge of her entrance, eager to finish.

“What are you gonna do, babe?” She looks back at you, appearing a little tired, but desperate. “I need your cock inside me again—fuck!”

You aggressively enter her cunt from behind, prematurely breaking her sentence. Her nails claw into the edge of the bedsheets, holding on as you fuck her. Hard. You’re much more relentless than when she rode you, pounding and thrusting her with your whole girth filling up and stretching her pussy as deep as you possibly can. 

“Oh, oh fuck—that’s so damn fucking deep, give me more! Fuck!” 

Just when it seems like her mind is going down into that familiar zone once more, her phone buzzes. Again, you’re not the only one trembling due to Gyuri’s influence. She giggles as you ramp up the pace, the slaps of wet skin growing louder than the first time.

Looking back at you a second time, she sees the determined, fiery look in your eyes and giggles. “Guess you heard the phone. Someone must sense how good you’re making me feel right now.”

“Shut up, just fucking take it.” A burst of frustration and anger takes you and you redirect her gaze away from you, pumping in her faster and faster. Not only do you want her to be incapable of walking, but you also want her to finally shut up about him. 

“Pull my hair, make it fucking sting. I can handle it, I want it—fuck!”

You didn’t need to be told twice. A fistful of luscious hair in your grasp, the handful of her ass on the other, as you control and dominate her from behind, snarling along with your emphatic, deep plunges, coating and spilling even more of her slick all over your shaft and on the sheets.

One deep thrust, and out comes a moan from Gyuri. A sharper, completely different one from any other that renders her breathless and gasping for air for a moment. 

“Oh shit, oh shit, that felt so damn good. Do it again.”

Somehow, lightning strikes twice. You impale her deep again, nearly recreating that same moan from her. Repositioning your shaft inside her cunt, this time with your palms all over her reddened ass, you piston her with furious intensity. The continued ringing of that damned phone stirs you up even further; might as well be a timer to when you eventually climax.

Then there’s the ever so talkative Gyuri, who just can’t help but build that fire in your loins. 

“You hear that? My phone, right? He’s so mad he lost me tonight,” she purrs huskily between moans. “He’s so fucking mad that this pussy is all yours tonight, and that you’re much better than he could ever be.”

The thin line that is your patience couldn’t be any more slimmer, you want to tug her hair again—

“And he’s so fucking mad that you can make me cum.”

“Please, fuck, Gyul—” Tug on that hair and hiss in her ear as you continue your steady, furious assault on her cunt. “I don’t care anymore; I’m so fucking close.”

“Good. Then you better not stop, because I’m going to cum soon too.”

“Tell me where.” In the midst of the heat, you nibble her ear, leaning close to her face, showing a little sign of affection. A little distraction from the twitching you feel in your cock.

“Anywhere, babe. Anywhere you want it. I’ll let you do the one thing he never got to do. Whenever you’re ready. I want to cum with you, too.”

To no avail, you try to recapture her lips once more, nearly pressing your entire weight on her in the process. Your hands are no longer on her ass, instead they’re intertwined with her own hands. Knowing she’s ready whenever you are, you want to savor her pussy’s hot sensation a little longer, even for just another second—

“Fuck!”

The words tumble from your mouths in perfect sync, a flawless, near-indistinguishable cry. Burying your cock deep in her pussy, it leaves you both over the edge, inadvertently making you dangle off the bed too. Despite this, your grip is stable enough to pour your every drop of seed into her womb. Not a single ounce wasted, all of you finally giving in to her, as she has given herself to you. 

For a moment, you feel your body on the verge of collapse, but you muster enough strength to pull back, regretfully leaving her painted, slicked up mess of a cunt, and fall onto the bed once more. 

Gyuri’s body teeters on falling off the bed or onto you. Against your expectation, she rests on her side, narrowly avoiding a possible fall again. The room suddenly falls silent; an air of tranquility passes through the place as if nothing happened. 

You lay down with a wide smile on your face, relieved and content. A perfect ending—

“Holy shit,” says Gyuri between deep, heavy panting. “I thought you were good in bed, but I didn’t know you had this in you, like fuck.”

Not even an intense, rough pounding can shut her up. 

She weakly crawls back to your waist, resting her head close to your shaft. 

“Mm, your dick looks a little dirty. Let me clean it up.”

You wince as her tongue wraps itself around your flaccid shaft again; thankfully it’s only a couple of leisurely, lazy licks instead of an intense vise grip, enough to clean the cum off your tip and sides.

“All clean.” She giggles as she looks at you. “Mmm, we taste great together.”

Resting her head on your thigh, she looks up at the ceiling, then she sighs. “Thank you. This was what I really needed. You made me feel good. No, you didn’t just make me feel good. You made me feel better—about everything. This was fantastic.”

An air of silence follows. Then, you say, “Of course, Gyul. You made tonight great, and it’s all because of you.”

Just as she’s about to speak, there’s that damned phone ringing again. 

“Ugh, does he ever shut up?” She rolls her eyes in disgust, then turns to you again. “Hey, do me a favor and turn off my phone.”

You’ve never been more in a rush to follow a command. Leaning to your right, grab her phone and slam the ringer off. Then, you leave it where it should have been from the very beginning—on the floor with the rest of her clothes to be completely forgotten.

She crawls up to your head, laying right beside you. “Thanks.” Then, an intimate kiss on your cheek.

When she brushes and caresses your cheek, you turn to her with a loving, tender gaze. She returns your look with her signature eye smile and pleasant grin. You were no longer friends. You’re lovers now.

“Can you do me another favor?” she asks with a soft tone.

“Sure, what is it?”

Gyuri leans her head ever closer to yours. “Could you fuck me again? I want to make sure I get my money’s worth from this outfit, and that entails a few more orgasms, for the both of us. What do you say?”

As if the invitation wasn’t enough, her hand reaches down to your cock, slowly stroking you back to hardness. Then, you pounce and get on top of her, eager to fulfill her request. She blushes and giggles as you shower kisses on her neck and collarbones.

“Mmm, it looks like you have more endurance than my ex too.” 

(A/N: Woo happy birthday present to me! Jokes aside, I seriously contemplated whether to even write this, as of course, she's no longer a fromis member and the wound might be still be fresh in the hearts of some readers. (I've even examined other female idols to fit the role but at the end, it was always her) It's very sad we'll never get to see her as an idol again, but I'm looking forward to fromis and actress Jang Gyuri's new paths. Anyway, this might be a new normal for the blog moving forward, as I have only two weeks left of break before college starts back up again, where the writing will be even more slower as class leaves me even more mentally drained than I already am. Why am I so damn unmotivated and unfocused? Anyway, thanks for reading!)

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The Dangers of Owning a Smartphone

Idol(s): Yena [IZ*ONE]

Word Count: 5.1k words

Content Advisory: Titfucking

A/N: Dedicated to @friskyriskywhisky based off this ask. Sadly, I did not finish this fic in two sittings, so I guess I lost frisky’s bet :(

need your cock so bad. Come to my place RIGHT NOW and fuck me

And just like that, any productivity you had for the day evaporates.

That’s the power of Yena’s texts. It isn’t just her words—you’re used to Yena’s frequent booty calls by now. No, it’s the picture she sends with it that drives you wild.

There she is in stunning high resolution, kneeling on her bed, playfully pulling on her high pigtails. Her gaze exudes the confidence of a woman who knows what she wants, screaming to be dicked down. Her tongue licks at those famous dick-sucking duck lips, further supporting just how bad she wants it.

Zoom in and you can see every minute detail of her sinful body: every ridge defined in her exposed midriff, every goosebump running up her glistening thighs, and even that perfect cleavage reserved for your eyes only. But what really commands your attention is her outfit and the lack of coverage it actually provides. There’s subtle holes in her purple knit top and skirt; the image at any lower fidelity would’ve missed the lack of clothes underneath. Thank God for smartphones then, to be able to capture Yena’s perky tits and pussy lips, visible through her knit outfit in all its intended high-def glory.

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Amy Plays Boys Like Herman Li Plays Guitar

A/N: I've had this draft in progress for well over a year at this point, but it's finally finished. I also have no clue who all actually wants an Ailee piece. But she's fucking hot so I wrote her. Hope you all enjoy! Also remember when I said I was going to try to do something romantic and fluffy next? Well that was the plan but then I wrote this instead. Enjoy.

“Come on Unnie. It’s not that big a deal. He just needs a little bit of help.” Your friend whines.

“It’s fine, she doesn’t have to help if she doesn’t want to. I can figure something else out.” You say, shifting slightly as you sit on the floor.

The truth is you didn’t want your friend’s sister to tutor you. While you love hanging out with your friend, you find yourself uncomfortable around her sister. She fills you with a mixture of different emotions; but mostly an unsatisfied lust that you barely manage to stave off. As if it isn’t bad enough that she has such a voluptuous body, but she also shows it off whenever she can. You can't begin to count the number of times where you’ve been at your friend’s house and her sister walks around shirtless, her perfect, massive tits out in the open. The fact that you’ve masturbated to her several times is a secret you plan to take to your grave. 

“See? He doesn’t want me to tutor him anyway. And Ailee only does what Ailee wants.” Ailee says as she slams down her can of beer on the coffee table in front of you.

You never quite knew why Amy insisted on that ridiculous nickname, but through her stubborn insistence it stuck. It didn’t help that she referred to herself in third person whenever she started drinking. Or maybe it did, depending on which of you you asked. As Ailee squirms around next to you, you manage to catch flashes of her bountiful cleavage through her bathrobe. It takes all the strength you have to not blatantly stare at her sizable chest. 

"It's fine. I can just try to find someone at the university to help tutor me." You say, turning to your friend. 

With your friend sitting on the other side of you, it's much easier to ignore the temptations of Ailee's body if you're staring at your friend instead. You smile, desparately trying to hide the fact that you're mentally fucking her sister. 

As you attempt to change the subject, Ailee goes to stand up but accidentally bumps into you. The soft sensation of her perfect breasts pushing against you makes your cock swell up rapidly. 

“Geez, unnie. You’re so drunk you can’t even stand up. You should go to sleep.” Your friend says with disappointment.

“Yeah I probably should.” Ailee smiles sheepishly.

You try to cross your legs in an attempt to hide your growing erection when Ailee attempts to get up again. She manages to stand up briefly before stumbling and falling across your lap. Her toned stomach lies perfectly across your crotch and your dick twitches involuntarily. Judging from the slight recoil, you know that Ailee just felt your cock throb against her. 

The mental panic quickly overwhelms your brain. You carefully help Ailee off of your lap as you frantically try to come up with some kind of excuse. As she slowly gets off of you, Ailee stumbles once more, this time stealthily groping your dick as she stands up again.

"On second thought, I've changed my mind. I'll tutor you. Come by tomorrow at 4." Ailee says with a smirk before you can say anything.

"But unnie I have class at 4." Your friend whines. 

"Well that's the only time I have available so I guess he'll just have to come by himself then." 

Ailee gives you a small wink while your friend pouts. She stumbles again, this time allowing you to catch her. As you help her up again, she leans in and quickly whispers in your ear. 

"Well, if everything goes right, hopefully you won't be the only one coming tomorrow." She whispers, her voice dripping with luscious seduction as she softly blows on your ear.

You shift in your seat, really hoping you're not blushing as she stands up straight. 

"All right, well I'm going to bed. You kiddos have fun. Use protection." Ailee teases with a flirty wink as she walks to her bedroom. 

"UNNIE." Your friend shouts, her face flushed with embarrassment.

You can’t help but smile at how flustered she is

"What's so funny?" She says, staring at you like a weirdo. 

"Nothing. Just enjoying your company." You smile. 

As the two of you dive back into studying, you push the sinful thoughts about her sister to the back of your head; sealing them away for the rest of the night. 

Unfortunately, they didn't stay sealed for long. The next afternoon you find yourself standing in front of your friend's apartment door. You nervously look at your phone, checking the time as you look at your wallpaper. A selfie of you and your friend that you took while hiking. With a small smile, you spend a few seconds looking at the picture to steady your mind. With an anxious gulp, you ring the doorbell. A few minutes pass with no answer. Frowning, you ring the doorbell again. Ailee frequently marches to the beat of her own drum, but you didn’t think she’d forget an appointment she just made yesterday. Just as you thought maybe you got the wrong time, the front door swings open and all the time you just spent focusing your mind flies out the window. 

Ailee answers the door, yawning and scratching the back of her head, making her light brown hair even more disheveled. A long white t-shirt hangs off her giant chest, loosely fluttering around the rest of her body. After a quick glance down, you notice the real danger; her complete lack of pants. The sight of her heavenly, shapely legs makes you salivate; the sinful hunger for her body slowly bubbling in your chest. 

“We didn’t order anything.” Ailee grumbles in a scratchy voice as she tries to shut the door.

“I’m not a delivery guy. You were going to tutor me today?” You say, holding up your textbooks.

Staring into your eyes, Ailee blinks as her brain boots up slowly like a Window 98 computer. You suppress a smile when you visibly see the lightbulb moment in her eyes.

“Ah. That’s right!” She says in surprise as she slams her fist onto her palm.

“Do you want me to come back later?”

“No, you’re fine! Sorry I overslept. Come on in. Give me a few minutes and we’ll get started.” Ailee says, waving you inside with a smile. 

Leaving the door open, Ailee disappears inside. You step inside and shut the door behind you, turning to see her waiting for you in the hallway. She gives you another friendly smile before walking deeper into the apartment. After a few steps, she stops suddenly and stretches. Straining and reaching her arms towards the ceiling, Ailee's shirt lifts up, revealing her plump ass cheeks that are barely contained by a pair of thin black panties. Your pants tighten, as your dick slowly stiffens. After a few seconds of teasing you with a glorious view, Ailee continues to walk toward her bedroom. 

As you continue down the hallway, you can't take your eyes off of her figure, her juicy thighs rippling with every step. You lick your lips imagining the rest of her lustful curves jiggling as you make your way to the bedroom. Finally reaching her bedroom door, Ailee turns to talk to you and you quickly look up and cover your growing crotch with your books. 

“Come on in and sit down at the desk in the corner. Just gotta do something real quick.” She smiles.

Nodding politely, you head to the desk, figuring she was going to put on some pants. After setting your books down, you sit in the spinning desk chair. You turn to Ailee and your mouth hangs open for a second before you turn back around.

“Jesus Christ, Ailee.” 

“What?” She asks cluelessly.

“When you said you had to do something, I assumed you meant you were going to put on pants. Not take your shirt off.” 

“What’s the matter? You don’t like what you see?” Ailee says with a seductive whisper, her voice right behind you.

Suddenly, the computer chair turns and you find yourself face to face with Ailee. Her hand on the back of the chair, she leans over you and stares into your eyes. You gulp anxiously as your eyes dart back and forth between her perfect tits and her alluring gaze. With a seductive smile, she leans in even closer; stopping right before her lips touch your own. 

"Let's not kid ourselves. We both know that you stare at my body every chance you get." Ailee whispers, her warm breath tickling your lips. 

"Not on purpose. How am I supposed to not look when you show it off like that all the time?" 

Ailee reaches down and starts stroking your erect dick through your pants. Even through clothes you can't help but squirm from the pleasure. Ailee gives you a smug smirk before hastily dispatching your pants. She gives a small giggle as she rips your boxers down to your ankles. 

You fail to stifle a pleasured gasp as her slim fingers gently grasp your shaft. Ailee slowly strokes your dick, a flurry of soft pumps already bringing you to ecstasy. If her hands feel this amazing, you can’t imagine how incredible it would feel inside her. A brief image of your friend flashes in your brain. You’ve always known your friend has a crush on you and a guilty knot forms in your chest, even though you’ve never reciprocated the feelings. After all, how can you be with somebody when you’re constantly fantasizing about their sister? You grab Ailee's wrist in an attempt to stop her strokes.

"We shouldn't be doing this." You whisper even though it pains you for her to stop. 

"Why not? We both know that deep down you always wanted this to happen." Ailee whispers, every word dripping with erotic provocations. 

In what feels like the longest second of your life, your eyes wander up and down Ailee's body. Her shapely legs, her plump perfect ass. Most importantly the large pillow breasts you wanted to devour as soon as you met her. Finally meeting her beautiful face again, you stare into her eyes. Ever since you met her, they always shone with so much emotion. Knowing you might never get another chance, and unable to fight the lust for the woman in front of you, you cave. 

You lean in and press your lips against hers. It doesn't take long before the gentle kiss turns ravenous as you stick your tongue past Ailee's lips. The sweet flavor of her mouth coats your tongue as you aggressively swirl your tongue around hers. A soft moan tickles your lips. Several minutes pass as you lose yourselves in the soft sensation of your tongues entwining. You slip your tongue out of Ailee's mouth and regretfully pull your lips away from hers. Panting heavily from the intense kiss, you stare into her eyes. 

"Not as deep down as you think." You admit, your cock twitching in her hand. 

"What do you want me to do?" Ailee whispers, knowing that she now has you dancing in the palm of her hand. 

"I want to feel your tits."

With a wry smile, she straddles your lap and her perfect breasts hang gloriously in front of your face. Unable to hold back, you reach up and grab her heavenly chest. Your fingers sink deeply into the pillowy flesh of her tits. The smooth satiny skin you've lusted after for so long is just as soft as you always imagined. 

You quickly grow addicted to the mesmerizing sensation of her immaculate breasts in your hands, forcefully squeezing them over and over again. Your thumbs gently brush over her stiff nipples as mounds of silky flesh pour through the cracks of your fingers, Ailee's perfect tits too large for your hands to fully handle. 

After a few minutes of losing yourself in her chest, she finally snaps you back to reality after seeing you lick your lips. 

“Go on, suck them. I know how much you’ve always wanted to, so see if they taste as good as you imagine.”

Not one to refuse a generous invitation that you've fantasized about for years, you quickly oblige and dive in, eagerly taking a stiff nipple between your lips. The delicious taste of her breast rapidly fills your mouth, making you even more ravenous for it. Your tongue hungrily runs over everything it can, flicking and swirling around the small fleshy nub.

Every second attached to her chest only intoxicates you more as you become more and more engrossed in her delectable flavor. The more you suck and swirl on her nipple, the harder your fingers squeeze her satiny flesh. Erotic panting makes its way out of Ailee as you gently nibble on the stiff nub. Her slender fingers messily brush through your hair, occasionally grabbing small handfuls as you indulge yourself on her pillowy tits.

“Fuck, just like that. Suck the other one too.” Ailee gasps as she tightens her grip on your hair.

While you know that she most likely meant for you to switch which one you’re sucking on, you quickly come up with a different idea. Forcing her massive tits together with a rough slap, you shove them as close together as you can before attempting to cram both of her stiff nipples into your mouth. 

Your tongue rapidly travels back and forth between the fleshy nubs as you messily slurp and suck on them with the frenzied force of a starving man devouring his first meal in a month. Taking both of her nipples between your teeth, you push your face deeper into the milky flesh of her pillowy breasts before pulling on them gently. As you lose yourself in the addictive taste of her chest, your stiff cock throbs against your pants that it actually hurts. But even that pain won’t tear you away from her perfect tits.

“Fuck. Suck them just like that baby, oh my god.” Ailee whines with an erotic moan.

Forcefully kneading her giant breasts in your hands, you shake them up and down as you continue to suck on them with lustful vigor. Their massive weight heaves in your palms as her silky skin ripples deliciously against your lips. Your tongue rapidly swirls and flicks around her nipples, committing everything from their shape to their taste to memory, determined to never forget anything about them. A cacophony of breathy moans escapes Ailee while you attempt to quench your never ending thirst for her chest.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you started worshiping her immaculate chest, squeezing and sucking on her giant tits as hard as you can. As you roughly grope and devour her breasts, Ailee begins to slowly squirm and grind on your lap. With a brief glance down, you confirm exactly what you thought. That the more she writhes in pleasure, the more you can feel her visibly damp panties get wetter and wetter. 

With an erotic moan, she pushes your face off of her breasts and stares into your eyes with a gaze so passionately seductive it might make you cum all by itself. She removes herself from your lap and stands up with a teasing smile. A smooth flick of her fingers sends the thin pair of panties sliding down her silky thighs, leaving her dripping pussy on full display.

"Enough wasting time. I want you to fuck me so hard that you fucking break me." Ailee commands.

Before you can say anything, she unleashes a small, swift kick and the drenched underwear lands on your face. Feeling the thin black fabric soaked with Ailee’s heavenly nectar against your skin short-circuits your brain. You quickly spring up from the chair as you peel the damp underwear from your skin. Eagerly shedding your own clothes, they become a pile on her floor.

Years of unquenchable sexual hunger take full control of your body and you lightly push her onto the nearby bed. You line your cock up with the moist entrance of her cunt before glancing up at her face for one last confirmation and see a look you can never return from. Ailee bites her lip seductively, her eyes shimmering with erotic expectations. After a split second of hesitation, she gives you a small nod of consent.

You aggressively plunge your cock into her welcoming cunt as deep as you can, your tip meeting the entrance of her womb with an excited kiss. An action you can never take back, but as her velvety walls tightly grip your cock you know it’s an action you’ll never want to take back.

“You’re so fucking tight, Ailee. You feel so fucking amazing.” You grunt in between aggressive thrusts.

Even though you just started, you already find yourself wanting her in a different position. Grabbing her hips, you withdraw your shaft from Ailee’s heavenly depths just long enough to flip her over onto her knees. The deliciously plump cheeks off her ass ripple beautifully as you slam your dick back into her depths. You waste no time in establishing a frenetic pace, unable to constrain your need for her body even if you wanted to. Your hands grip her shapely hips hard enough to leave bruises as you relentlessly piston in and out of her heavenly snatch, the thick slabs of her ass heaving with every wild thrust.

“Fuck you’re hitting me so deep like this.” Ailee moans in a breathy gasp as she tries to balance herself on her elbows.

Releasing your firm grip on her waist, you lean over her back.

“Oh yeah? You like getting fucked from behind like this?” You growl in her ear.

“Yes baby, I do. Pound my tight little pussy just like this.” She gasps as your tip slams against her womb.

Forcefully throwing her hips back, Ailee begins tying to fuck you as hard as you’re fucking her. Your hands travel up her smooth milky skin before reaching her perfect chest and your fingers sink into her giant tits again. Bending over her back, you vigorously grope her bouncing breasts as you aggressively pierce her depths. As her massive breasts ripple and heave in your palms, you gleefully discover that the more you squeeze them, the tighter her velvety walls clamp around your cock.

“Oh fuck yes, just like that baby.” Ailee cries out, her powerful voice drowning out the intense sounds of your bodies slapping against each other.

The sensation of her voluptuous ass jiggling against your waist only fuels your intensity. There is no romance or love making here, just pure animalistic fucking. A man and a woman using their bodies to achieve lustful ecstasy and nothing more. Ailee’s silky cunt hungrily grips your cock, pulling and tugging your shaft with every powerful thrust. 

As your dick frantically slams away at her wet cunt, you continue relentlessly groping Ailee’s massive breasts. You forcefully squeeze and knead her large pillowy tits so hard that her beautiful pale skin quickly begins to redden. Her thick ass jiggles wildly as your bodies viciously crash against each other. Every thrust inside her silky slickness is enthralling, but at the same time not enough, every second you spend wrapped by her velvety walls making you want even more.

“You like when I squeeze your tits from behind like this a lot, huh? I can feel how fucking tight you get when I play with them.” You whisper in her ear.

“I fucking love when you play with my tits, you’re so good at it.” She screams as she sits up, pushing her marvelously plump ass against your waist.

With the change of positions you can feel Ailee’s tight cunt leak her delicious juices as her back presses against your chest, the heavenly nectar trickling down your sac and dripping onto her sheets. She turns her head towards you, and while her moans have devolved into indecipherable noises, her eyes clearly tell you what she wants. Leaning forward, you catch her lips with yours and your tongues resume the lustful duel they started earlier.

As your tongues rapidly dance around each other, her silky skin undulates against your fingertips as her pillowy breasts heave wildly with every frenzied slam. Each one of your thrusts is harder and more uncontrollable than the last, your body going berserk with lust. Your fingers pinch her stiff nipples while your palms try to contain her massive tits in their grasp. A melody of moans and gasps vibrate your tongue as it entwines with Ailee’s.

You mercilessly pound away at her moist cavern, her sweet nectar staining the sheets as you indulge in the indescribable feeling of her curvaceous body mindlessly crashing against yours. Her smooth milky skin ripples hypnotically as her plump ass presses against your waist. Your fingers relish the weight and softness of her giant breasts as they jiggle and bounce in your palms. Ramming your cock into Ailee’s depths as hard as you can while you roughly squeeze her tits and kiss her from behind is something you’ve fantasized about for the longest time, and now that it’s finally happening it’s even more incredible than you imagined.

Suddenly craving a different position again, you briefly break the kiss and flip her around again. Although it’s slightly awkward, you manage to turn her so she’s facing you without having to pull out of her, your body refusing to leave the addictive pleasurable heat of her cunt for even a second.

Without missing a beat, Ailee quickly returns her tongue to its rightful place in your mouth as she wraps her arms around your neck. Your tongues swirl and rub around each other as a small bit of drool slowly drips down the corner of your mouth. Feeling like you haven’t given enough attention to her magnificent ass, your hands finally leave her pillowy tits and travel down her body. You slowly run your hands down her heavenly curves, giving her lovely hips a rough squeeze before sliding down onto her voluptuous ass. Your fingers quickly sink into the thick flesh of her ass cheeks as easily as they did her perfect tits. 

Feeling her plump ass heave and jiggle from your intense thrusts is just as arousing as feeling her chest doing the same. Ailee slowly spreads her hands from behind your neck onto your shoulders, gripping them tightly as you pound away at her hot chasm. She pulls away from the kiss to unleash a shrieking moan, and a small strand of saliva briefly keeps your lips connected before it finally snaps.

“You’re so fucking deep. You fill me so much.” Ailee screams, her erotic voice dripping with satisfaction.

“You feel better than I ever could have imagined. You feel so fucking amazing.” You grunt.

Your frenzied fucking becomes so fierce that Ailee loses her grip on your shoulders falls backwards onto the bed, but you refuse to slow down your animalistic pounding. With your forceful grip on her slender hips, you raise them up as you continue your vicious slams. Her ass now hovering slightly above the bed as Ailee’s body is at a downward slope, you can feel her plump ass cheeks clap thunderously against your thighs with every violent thrust. Your eyes are drawn to her massive breasts rippling and heaving as you aggressively pound away at her velvety cunt. 

The dripping walls of her chasm hungrily tighten around your cock as it frantically crashes against the entrance of her womb over and over again. You wildly piston in and out of her hot cunt, each thrust somehow more pleasurable than the last, and definitely far more addictive. An orchestra of moans, squelches and the sounds of your bodies lewdly slapping against each other floats through your ears.

“Ailee. Ailee. Ailee.”

Overwhelmed by carnal pleasure, you moan her name over and over like a broken record. Each grunt of her name perfectly in rhythm with your fierce slams.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Ailee’s hands wrap around your neck and pull you down into a kiss. Her tongue lustfully dances around yours, flicking and rubbing all that it can. The deeper the kiss gets, the more the two of you lose yourselves in your actions. Your tongues passionately swirling around each other as you violently pound your cock into her drenched depth. Excited moans vibrate against your tongue. The delicate sweetness of Ailee’s lips is so intoxicating that you’re not sure if you’ll be able to live without tasting them again after this.

You’re quickly pulled from your idle thoughts as her tight walls suddenly clench around your cock. A high pitched squeal is partially muffled by your tongues erotic duel and you open your eyes to see Ailee’s eyes half-lidded with intense pleasure. Following a hunch, you do your best to attack the same spot again. Another thrust, another high pitched squeal and another sudden constriction. Your suspicions confirmed, you resume your wild slams and focus on hitting the same spot. Ailee finally breaks the kiss and unleashes an earth shattering moan.

“Oh fuck. Don’t stop fucking me right there.” Ailee screams, her erotic shrieks filling the apartment.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m almost there.” You grunt.

Pulling you against her body, Ailee traps you in her erotic prison. Her milky thighs wrap around your waist as she interlocks her ankles behind you. With how close the two of you are pressed together, you can feel her pillowy breasts heave against your chest with every frantic slam. The heat of her cunt vigorously clenches your shaft and your tip throbs violently. Her body tightly wrapped around yours, her desperate moans float directly into your ears.

“You’re fucking me so deep baby. Keep going.” 

Her erotic begging unfortunately has the opposite effect and you feel your balls tighten. A sudden image flashes in your mind; Ailee’s beautiful face distorted with lustful pleasure as you stain her immaculate curvaceous body with cum as you unleash a magnitude of semen onto her perfect tits.

“I’m going to cum soon, Ailee.” You gasp as you go to pull out.

“Cum inside me! Knock me up!” She moans, her legs tightening their vice-like grip around your waist.

While her unexpected response should give you pause, your mindless thrusting doesn’t hesitate for a second. In fact, you think your body might have instinctively started going even faster.

“Are you sure?” Is the only response you can give, all of the logical parts of your brain shut down from her overwhelming erotic assault on your cock. 

“Yes! I’ve wanted this for so long and I know you have too. So take your fat cock and pour every drop of cum you have into my womb.”

While you relentlessly slam into her depths, your brain struggles to rationalize everything. In the back of your head you know you should feel guilty and bad about what’s happening. Maybe even nervous and afraid of her sudden request to impregnate her. But instead the only thing you feel is the intoxicating heat of her cunt as her satiny walls hungrily clench around your cock.

“Breed me! Fill me with your cum until I break!” Ailee screams, her erotic and passionate moans music to your ears as her body trembles against yours.

Hearing her angelic voice use such impure words to beg and plead for you to fill her with your cum triggers your climax. With a primal grunt, your tip erupts inside her as Ailee’s body trembles wildly against yours while you dump blast upon blast of your fertile sperm into her cunt. As your virile semen fills her depths, every sinful feeling you’ve ever had for her bubbles to the surface. 

Aggressively fucking her through your mutual orgasms, wave after wave of your thick seed pours into her and drowns Ailee’s eager womb with your potent cum. An endless, violent torrent of your milky load paints every part of part of her velvety walls white.

You continue to viciously pound away at her velvety cunt, forcefully fucking every drop as deep as you can in order to fulfill her lustful wish. Her silky walls tightly clamp on your shaft, hungrily milking you for every bit of semen they can extract. With one last violent slam, a final spurt of ropey cum floods her womb. Both of your frantic moans are gradually replaced with satisfied silence and heavy breathing as your intense torrent of cum rushes excitedly to greet Ailee’s fertile eggs.

After a few seconds to ensure every drop of your thick seed is released inside her, Ailee finally unwraps her legs and frees you from her erotic prison. You gradually withdraw your shaft and a slow stream of semen drips out now that you’re no longer damming it inside her. Her heavenly chest heaves slightly as she tries to recover from your powerful orgasm. You stare silently as a waterfall of your thick cum slowly oozes out of her when a thought strikes you. 

You just impregnated your best friend’s sister. With how much cum you just unleashed inside her, there’s no way you didn’t. But even more than that, you wanted to. You know you should be ashamed and guilty for betraying her like this.

But…

Did you betray her? While you know how she feels about you, it’s not like the two of you are dating. She’s just a friend, she’s always known that. Staring at Ailee’s curvaceous body dripping with your cum, the only feeling you have is wanting to fill her even more. And as she sits up and meets you gaze, it’s clear that that’s the only feeling she has as well. 

After checking the clock across the room, she turns back to you with a smile.

“It’s only 5 o’clock. She doesn’t get home until 7. Plenty of time for another round.” She whispers as if reading your mind.

Unable to argue with the seductive smile she has plastered on her face, you quickly move over and line your already stiff cock up in front of her dripping cunt. As you plunge your cock back inside her cum-soaked depths, Ailee unleashes an erotic gasp. She gazes into your eyes and gives you the seductive smirk she’s teased you with for years and whispers one sentence.

“Breed me and make me yours.”

A/N2: So yeah. This is the closest I'm ever going to get to a cheating fic lol. Sex scene is a little shorter again. Sorry. I hope it was as hot to read as it was in my head when I wrote it. Hope you all enjoy! PS: Breed Ailee.

[noblenobi]

Karaoke: Pt 4 - Perfect

You really shouldn’t have been surprised that the apartment complex inhabited by the biggest girl group in the country would have a luxurious indoor pool. 

You were nonetheless still surprised by the scale of it - taking up almost the entirety of one of the lower floors and equipped with the latest in modern decor and furnishings, you couldn’t help but feel a little out of place amidst the lavish display of wealth you suddenly found yourself surrounded by.

But you were also dating one of the most popular, most desired women in the country - you should have been used to it by now.

And so you are content to float on your back in the shallow end of the massive pool, relishing the weightlessness that it gave your tired body. You weren’t one to complain about the content of the birthday presents that Mina had lined up for you - being given a turn with a couple of her groupmates was surely beyond the wildest dreams of any man on earth, and your sessions with Nayeon and Momo had certainly left you more than a little sore and worn out.

You float towards the edge of the pool near the steps and drape your arms over the edge, leaning back and letting your legs float weightlessly in front of you. Your eyes drift closed, and for a moment you consider sneaking in a short nap, perhaps on one of the many comfy looking lounge chairs that filled the poolside deck.

Your plans are interrupted by a sweet, soft greeting.

“Happy Birthday!” comes the voice, and you know even without looking that Minatozaki Sana has entered the pool.

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[noblenobi]

Studious - NMIXX Haewon

18+ NMIXX Haewon x Male Reader Smut

A/N: My first smut commission. I hope this turned out okay, my busy life really broke up my schedule on this one but I got there in the end.

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Word Count: 3,183

Mr Park has run out-of-hours study sessions for six weeks now. You have been attending them every Thursday evening since they started. That is, until this week. You sit alone in a classroom on a Wednesday evening, wondering why no other students, or more importantly Mr Park, have arrived yet. The sun had begun its slow sink to the west and had already fallen behind the building visible from the window. Overcast skies block the natural light, and the artificial is yet to be activated. The posters on the wall you have read and re-read while waiting only became more challenging to read. 

You pull the folded paper from your pocket and re-read it to check the details. “Mr Park’s study group. Moved to 5.30 pm on Wednesday. Mr Choi’s classroom.” It still makes little sense why the class moved and why Mr Park decided to use Mr Choi’s room. It’s much further out of the way, in a more secluded section of the campus, but most rooms are deserted at this time. 

After placing the paper back in your pocket, you draw out your phone. A tap of the screen and there’s the time, 5:35 pm. “Where is everyone?” you mumble to yourself. Right on cue, the door across the room opens halfway. A young woman enters the room and closes the door quickly behind her.

“Oh great, you got my note.”

“Haewon?” You recognise the girl as soon as she enters the room. It would be impossible not to. Not only one of the most popular girls in your classes, but the prettiest. The gut feeling about this girl is that she never really fit in with the snobby, popular students who tried to befriend her. While many of her friends thought themselves too good for someone as distinctly normal as you, Haewon always took the time to be kind to you. She often spoke to you in class, when she passed you in the corridor, and she even spent some lunchtimes with you. 

Even in her most casual clothes, Haewon still had that head-turning, imagination-fueling beauty. Her washed jeans hugged her hips snugly, caressing the shape of her lower body, which sways as she saunters toward you. The white porcelain skin of her bare midriff stands out in the dim room. Her light blue sweater drapes from her shoulders, covering very little of her body. An attribute shared with her tight crop top that hugs the supple mounds on her chest.

By the time you finish admiring the beauty before you, she has significantly closed the gap between you. Haewon now stands on the other side of the desk. “Yah!” she yells at you.

“Huh?” your trance is broken, and you shake your head. Hopefully, she didn’t notice that you were checking her out. When you look up at her face, however, the sultry smile shows ‌she knows exactly why you zoned out.

“I asked if you had been waiting long for me.”

“Oh, no. Not for long. I have just been here for fifteen—wait, I mean, I wasn’t waiting for you. I was waiting for Mr Park. He left a note.” You shuffle around in your pocket, trying to retrieve the note again.

“Didn’t you hear when I walked in? You got my note.”

“Your note?” you ask quizzically.

“You really thought Mr Park would communicate through handwritten notes on lockers? To be honest, I wasn’t sure you would fall it, but I’m happy you did.” Haewon perches herself on the desk in front of you. Her legs hang from the left side of the desk. Left leg over right, she crosses them. So close to you, at eye level, her legs and tight midriff—which is only tightened further as she leans her upper body back and flexes her stomach. Her hand plants behind her on the right end of the desk with your pile of books in the middle, under her arched back.

“Why did you leave me a note?” 

“Because I wanted to see you alone, in private.” 

“Are you looking for some help studying? I have all my books here. We can...”

She places a hand on your pile of books and then hooks her fingers under the bottom before flinging them to the floor beside the desk. “Aren’t you bored with studying? I was hoping we could do something a little more fun.”

Your tongue is tied in knots as your mind races through the possibilities of her statement. Does she want to play a game? Go on a date? Get in trouble? As if reading your mind, she answers your question bluntly, “I want to have sex with you.”

“Is this some sort of joke?” Nothing short of disbelief is all you feel. This is one of those ‘pinch-me’ moments. Any minute, you would awaken alone in a darkened classroom where you fell asleep and had dreamed this entire situation.

“You look even cuter with red cheeks.” Haewon giggles to herself as you suddenly realise how your face burns like the setting sun outside. “I always liked you; I just didn’t know how to tell you. You’ve always kept to yourself, but the year ends soon, and I don’t want to miss my chance.”

“We shouldn’t—”

“You don’t want to?”

“Yes!” Excitement gets the better of you for a moment, and Haewon laughs again. “Bu—but we’re in a classroom, I don’t think we shou—” Haewon places her forefinger on your lips. 

“It’s okay. I choose this room for a reason. No one should be in this part of the campus at this hour.” With an elegant sweeping motion, Haewon’s legs rotate quarter-turn around the desk, so she faces you. Her milky midriff is at eye level, and her legs hang loosely to the side of your own. “I don’t think we should wait any longer. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“We’re on a public campus; we shouldn’t.” Logic dictates your argument. Haewon’s innocent face appears understanding, but her actions fight your reason as she pulls off each of her shoes. You continue, “what if Mr Choi returns to his room?” Haewon nods in agreement, an expression as if considering the possibility. Still, she continues; her hands had just finished removing her socks and now slipped their way out of her loosely cropped sweater.

“What if a janitor comes to clea—” You stop mid-sentence as Haewon pulls her shirt and sports bra off together in a single motion, exposing the pale skin underneath. Rational thoughts join the books, discarded on the floor—no longer needed. Haewon’s cute breasts greet you with a perky firmness, and stiff pink nipples sit on her porcelain sculpted mounds. Angelic innocence and doe eyes only mask devilish intentions, and they reel you in until you’re ensnared by a hand gripping your shirt. Only now, under her spell and in her grasp, can you notice an impish smirk and the fire in her eyes—the devil is in the details.

“So what were you saying about not doing it here?”

You gulp. “Nothing.”

“Good.” Haewon lets go of your shirt and places her foot on the edge of the chair between your legs. The leg fully extends, pushing your chair back from the desk, opening a disappointing gulf. With her hands on the edge of the desk, Haewon elegantly slides from the desk onto her knees in front of you. Each shuffle on her knees towards you makes her body jolt and her perky tits bounce. 

Once she reaches you, she places herself between your legs, and the pace of her actions quickens. With no time to waste, she is digging into your trousers with greed. Her fingers quickly find the zipper and yank it down. The button at the top pops open; maybe she tore it off. It doesn’t matter now. Haewon releases the building pressure in your crotch as she tugs your cock from the fabric prison. 

Haewon holds your erect cock gently with her fingers. Her eyes fixated on the flesh in her hands. The silent waiting almost demands you to speak. “I’m sorry if it’s not—”

“Sorry? Shut up. It’s perfect.” She looks up at you and smiles. Her grip tightens slightly and starts to move up and down. “Has anyone done this for you before?”

So focused on the excitement building inside your body as she strokes you, you don’t answer. Her pace slowly builds until she rhythmically pumps your cock in her hand. “Is that a no?”

“No. I mean, yes. No, it’s not a no. Yes.” Haewon giggles, knowing how difficult she has made it for you to think straight. 

“Well, what about this?” Haewon holds your cock lightly between her fingertips, with the back of her hand facing you, your tip glistening under the faint light from outside. Her face moves closer and trails a series of soft kisses on the underside of your cock. She quickly reaches the tip and slips it into her warm mouth. Haewon engages your length in a hungry kiss. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive part with adventurous enthusiasm, cleaning up the pre-cum and replacing it with a slather of saliva. 

She pulls your cock from her mouth with a little pop. “Mmm, it tastes great.”

Lifting your cock, she dips her head to work on your balls. She alternates between each with a kiss. Her eyes stare up at the stiff member in her hand. “I love it so much. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.” The thought only excites you more, eliciting a twitch from your cock. “You like the thought of that, don’t you? Good. I’m going to have so much fun with this cock.”

Each kiss sees her mouth open a little more until she finally takes one ball into her mouth. The warm wet muscle in her mouth massages your balls. The lightly ticklish feeling of her textured tongue rubbing your swelling stones is partnered with her resumed stroking of your manhood. While rubbing you, she frees a finger to run it over the tip as if testing your sensitivity. You twitch in anticipation.

“I think you’re ready. Maybe even more than ready.”

Using your knees for leverage, Haewon lifts herself to her feet. She leans forward and makes out with you, not holding back her tongue, forcing it instantly between your lips. She hungrily explores you, running her tongue over every inch of your mouth. Her hands run up your body, and she rests one on your shoulder and one on your face. 

She breaks the kiss and rests her face against yours, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. “You know, if we’re going to do this, you need to undress me.” She follows her words with a smile and a giggle, knowing you hadn’t done this before. “Go on, don’t be shy.”

She resumes making out with you, but your focus is now on your own hands, controlling them against the nerves. You raise your hands and reach out, finding her hips. After everything she had just done to you, finally, you get to touch her. You massage your hands over her clothed hips and ass, then work your way to her exposed, tight midriff. Her kissing becomes more aggressive, and her lips push against yours to encourage you to speed up your work. You work down from her waistline to the button of her jeans. Now, in an exciting rush, you quickly unbutton, unzip, and push off her jeans.

Haewon again assumes control of proceedings, giving you just enough agency before she guides your experience again. Her hand rests on your shoulders and pushes you against the back of the chair while she steps forward, placing one leg on either side of you. Her chest is so close to your face that you can almost bury your head against her breasts—an act you attempt. Still, her hold on your shoulders means that even when stretching your neck, her nipples are agonisingly close yet so far away. 

Haewon releases one hand from your body, then reaches down and pushes her pale pink panties to the side to reveal the wet sex that now hovers just above your cock. She rests her forearms on your shoulders, her arms pushing together her perky tits as she slowly lowers her body onto you. Her wet folds take hold of you. The moist warmth envelops the head of your cock, and you can’t prevent a breathy gasp from escaping your mouth. Hungry desires to take your entire cock inside her means you have no chance to regulate the sensations. Haewon continues to slide down, your tip delving deeper into her ocean as she slowly but surely sinks to the hilt.

With her crotch pressing against you, your entire cock impaling her, she finally lets out the breath she was holding, accompanied by the words, “oh god, that’s good.”

Now begins your desperate internal fight. The firm hold of her cunt on your cock begs you to cum, but the voice in your head asserts the need to please Haewon. You couldn’t allow yourself to finish early. A task she seemed intent on making impossible. Her hips grind back on forth atop your lap. With each push forward, she ensures your cock is buried inside her, as far as you can reach. With each roll backwards, her pussy holds onto you, pulling on your cock as if desperate to draw the cum from your balls—to milk you dry. 

Back and forth, her chest moves, bringing her porcelain breasts closer to your face before drawing them away again. Answering your wordless pleas to take her breasts into your mouth, she adjusts her grinding to short and sharp thrusts, allowing her breasts to rest in front of your face. You take one breast into your mouth and tease her stiff nipple with the tip of your tongue. 

Her shorter, faster thrusts on top of you have become a double-edged sword; they now push you faster than before to your high. You take hold of her ass and attempt to slow her fast movements. The soft lace fabric still covers some of her plump ass cheeks. She pulls the sides of her panties, pulling the fabric between her cheeks and exposing more of her pale ass. The tits in your face, the pussy grinding your cock, and the ass in your hands all demand your release. However, you know you can’t finish yet. You can’t let her down. Haewon must be slowed. Her rhythm becomes messy as your hands demand one pace, but her hips desire another.

You have to warn her. Unwillingly you remove your mouth from her breast and say, “Haewon, I’m gonna—”

“No!” she grips you tight by the shoulders.

 “Not yet. Don’t you dare cum. I need you to hold a little longer. I’m so close to cumming on your cock. You need to hold out until I finish.” 

“How will I know when you finish?” 

Haewon stares intensely into your eyes. “Trust me. You’ll know.” 

Haewon adjusts herself by lifting her body up. Your cock almost slips out of her; the tip holds on desperately to her folds. With her hands on your shoulders and her thighs around your waist, Haewon leans back slightly. She drops herself onto your impatiently waiting cock again. The sensation on your cock is different now. There’s more pressure on your length now, the new angle making you dig against the upper wall of her pussy. Haewon’s movements are different now. She is no longer grinding your cock but bouncing instead. Her whole body moves up and down repeatedly like clockwork as she sets about chasing her finish.

Each time she bobs her body on top of you, she matches her breath to the rhythm. Her head slightly above yours, she inhales sharply. She exhales hot air into your face when her body drops down hard onto you.

She takes your hand in hers. Haewon guides your finger with her own onto her clit. “Touch me. Rub me right there.” 

You rub her gently on her swollen clit as she bounces on you. She becomes loud now, out of control between your rubbing and her bouncing, making your cock hit the perfect spot for her. The sensation changes again. She becomes tighter, and her moaning becomes visceral. For the first time, you felt a girl cum around your cock. All the cum stored inside her surges down around your length. You hold your breath as you let her finish and ride it out; you want this moment to last forever.

“Now you can cum in me.” 

‘Wait, I don’t want to get you pregnant.’ The words are in your mind, but you lose control and cannot produce audible sounds beyond a grunt.

For the very first time, you fill a girl with your cum. It’s glorious. Euphoric. Her tense pussy begs for every drop inside you to release. She uses all her strength to raise herself and slams down hard on you. Each time another string of hot cum fills her. She repeats again and again until you are entirely emptied inside her, and it begins to hurt a little. 

With her success, she smiles widely, open-mouthed to allow her heavy breaths to escape. Her body rests against your own, chest against chest, and your softening manhood is still tucked into her filled pussy, plugging the mixture of cum inside.

“Oh my god! That was even better than expected!” She exclaims. “Few people last long enough to make a girl cum their first time.”

The worrying thought you had moments before your high returns, and in a panicked voice, you say, “I cummed inside you….”

“Yes, you did; feeling you twitch inside me was amazing as you filled me up.”

“But I don’t want to be a dad yet!”

Haewon bursts into laughter and buries her head into your shoulder while she recovers. “Don’t be stupid. I’m on birth control.”

A weight is lifted off you figuratively and literally as her words reassure you, and she stands up from her mounted position. Before any of your cum can fall out of her and onto the floor, she pulls her panties back over her pussy and then bends down to put her jeans back on. “So, how was it for you?”

“I can’t believe it.” You couldn’t find any more words to express your feelings, completely blown away by what she had just done to you.

Having dressed as quickly as she undressed, she leans in to kiss you on the cheek. As her soft lips make contact with your face, she places a new piece of paper into the palm of your hand. 

“Now you have my number. We should do this again soon,” Haewon says over her shoulder as she strolls toward the door. 

Like a passing hurricane, she burst into the room and turned your world upside down before leaving again with nonchalance. And now you might just find yourself as a storm-chaser, going headfirst into another encounter to relive the thrill.

A/N: Thank you for reading. All likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated. See you soon.

tags: riding in chair, creampie, college, students, virgin reader, confident idol.

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Office Politics Chapter Seven: Catharsis

A/N: Old school Flint, 3 pieces in a 3 week span. Wild. Here's the (hopefully) long awaited next chapter of Office Politics and my return to the ultimate waifu, Eunji! Hope y'all enjoy this piece and think it's as hot as I did while writing it!

Your pulse races frantically as you approach Bo Reum's office. Blood rushes in your ears as your heart thuds violently against your chest. Every cell in your body feels like it's about to explode. The world blurs around you as you gently rap your knuckles in the door. 

"Come in." 

You gulp nervously before turning the handle and stepping past the doorway. Bo Reum looks at you with an irritated gaze as she closes the open file on her desk. 

"How nice of you to join us at 2:30 in the afternoon. Shut the door and take a seat please." She gestures towards the chair in front of her desk. 

Sitting down in the ridiculously uncomfortable chair once again, your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest. You can feel the drops of sweat beginning to appear on your forehead. Bo Reum lets out a loud sigh as she throws her head back and stares at the ceiling. A second of awkward silence passes. Then two. On the third, she finally speaks.

“I don’t have to tell you how bad you fucked up, right?” She says bluntly.

“No ma’am. I know how much trouble I caused.” You gulp.

“You don’t know the half of it. You really dropped the ball on this one. Mr. Gold almost considered cutting ties with the company.”

Your heart sinks and you feel like you’re about to throw-up. You finally managed to get a job at a prestigious company, and you’ve made a monumental mistake that will probably get you fired, all because you let yourself get distracted by the “perks” of your hidden title.

“Thankfully, after explaining how it was the mistake of our rookie employee and the fact that he was impressed by your previous work for him, we were able to calm him down and persuade him not to drop us.” 

A small sigh of relief escapes your lungs. At the very least the good work you did before today didn’t let your mistake fuck everything up.

“So do you have a reason for what happened?” Bo Reum asks, not bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice.

As you open your mouth to answer, you hesitate slightly. You could very easily tell her the truth. That after a week of overworking yourself and an intense late night workout, you ended up sleeping through all your alarms. But that’s just an excuse. In this corporate world, you’re expected to be able to handle all of that. 

“None that can excuse it, no ma’am.” You shake your head.

“I see. Normally this kind of mistake is a career ender.”

Silently nodding, your gaze falls to the floor and you feel your stomach do kickflips.

“Luckily for you, since you’re still so new and all of your other work so far has been exemplary, you’re only getting a warning this time.”

You quickly look up at Bo Reum and a deep sigh of relief washes over your entire body. 

“Thank you so much. I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make sure nothing like this ever happens again. And I’ll definitely work even harder to make it up to both the company and Mr. Gold.”

“About that…”

“Well this can’t be good.”

“Given what’s happened, Mr. Gold suggested that you might be too new to the industry to be his liaison after all and has requested that someone more experienced be in charge going forward.”

“I see. That’s regrettable but understandable.”

“So, I’m going to need you to send everything you have to Sun Young. She’ll be handling everything for Mr. Gold from this point on.”

“Understood, I’ll get right on it.”

“All right. That will be all, you can go on now.” Bo Reum gestures towards the door.

You bow slightly before finally raising out of the stiff chair and walking out of her office. As you sit down at your desk, Chae Soo Bin quickly comes over while you start gathering documents to give to Sun Young.

“Everything okay Rookie?” She whispers quietly.

In times like this, you’re thankful that Soo Bin is just as kind as the characters she used to play.

“Yeah. I just messed up and lost a huge opportunity, but I still have a job. Where are the others?” You ask as you notice that once again you two are the only ones in the department.

“Sung Hee is still out of town on a business trip, and Sun Young left with Mr. Gold earlier as soon as she became his new point of contact.”

“Ah, okay. Well thanks for checking me, but I’ll be okay.” You say with a grateful smile.

“Just let me know if you need anything.” Soo Bin gives you a friendly smile before returning to her own desk. 

You release a deep sigh as you start organizing your files in preparation to hand them over to Sun Young. Sorting everything by importance and date, and emailing all the pertinent information, getting everything in order ends up taking up the rest of your afternoon. Just as you place the last file into the box, you look up to see that Bo Reum has already left for the day and Soo Bin is on her way out.

“Have a good weekend, Rookie. See you on Monday.” She says before heading towards the elevator.

Grabbing the sides of the box, you slowly make your way to Sun Young’s desk, wallowing in the regret and disappointment that you’ll no longer be the one working with Mr. Gold. As you lay the box down on her desk, a sudden realization hits you. Your pulse begins to race again, but for a different reason than before. 

Quickly digging your phone out of your pocket and opening up the clock app, your worries are proven true.

You didn’t sleep through your alarms, they were turned off. Since you certainly didn’t turn them off, that must mean somebody else did. And the only person with the motive to sabotage you like that is the person who just became the new liaison to a prestigious law firm that is expected to bring in numerous profitable contracts.

Ryu Sun Young.

Cursing under your breath, you can’t believe that such a drama-esque situation has actually happened to you like this. You didn’t realize that sabotage like this actually happened in real life, and you’re angry at yourself for being this naive. Feeling yourself trembling with rage, you try to take a few deep breaths in order to calm down.

But it doesn’t work. All you can see is red. Opening the messaging app, you begin rapidly typing a message berating Sun Young and telling her you know what she did. Halfway through, you delete what you’ve written and close your phone. As much as it enrages you, there’s no point in flipping out about it. You have no proof that it was her, and she’ll just deny everything. Worst case scenario if you send that text is she submits a complaint to HR about you for harassing her. 

You quickly gather your stuff and get ready to leave. Even though you came in late and would usually stay late to make up for the time you missed, you know there’s no way you’ll be able to get any work done when you’re this angry. You don’t know what you’ll do to calm down, but you know that you won’t be able to do it here.

As you step on the elevator, your finger pauses slightly over the button for the lobby. You turn to see a flier for the company gym on the side of the elevator wall. Working out would be a good way to use all the adrenaline flowing through your body and to get your mind off things. Another small second of hesitation passes and you hit the button for the 3rd floor instead.

After a brief consultation with another employee, you soon enter the gym and are immediately greeted by exactly what you expected to see. Gorgeous people and wall to wall exercise equipment. You release an impressed whistle as your eyes travel over the endless sea of workout machines. Staring at the hundreds and hundreds of different exercise machines and workout stations, you’re once again struck with the reality of how big the company actually is when a voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“Rookie?” 

You turn towards the surprised voice to see Eunji staring at you. The first thing that catches your attention is her silky black hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Then your eyes drift down and drink in the view before you. Her deliciously curvaceous figure hugged by tight black workout clothes, you can’t help but notice her amazingly fit body.

“It is you! I’m surprised, I never saw you here before. I didn’t realize you even knew that we had a company gym.” She laughs.

“Of course I knew about it. Just haven’t had the chance to try it out yet.” You reply, conveniently leaving out that you had to ask one of the janitors for directions.

“Uh-huh.” She teases with a knowing smile.

While you aren’t really in the mood for her teasing, Eunji’s warm smile and smooth laughter helps relax some of the tension throughout your body. 

“Well what brings you here today of all days?” She asks before taking a quick swig from her water bottle.

“Just a rough day and was hoping that some exercise would help me work through it.” You admit.

Suddenly, Eunji steps closer to you and gently touches your shoulder.

“Oh really? Well I happen to know one kind of exercise that does wonders for that kind of thing.” She says softly as her hand slowly travels down your arm..

You know that you’re normally fairly oblivious, but for once, the seductive undertones in Eunji’s whispers aren’t lost on you. And she’s right, it would definitely help you get your mind off of everything.

“My apartment is closer.” You whisper quietly as someone walks by you.

“Then what are we still doing here?”

Eunji gives you a flirty smile as she picks up her nearby gym bag, and the two of you briskly make your way to the elevator. As you walk over, you can’t help but admire Eunji’s body once again. Her exercise pants cling perfectly to her figure, the tight black fabric hugging her voluptuous ass and emphasizing her perfectly round cheeks. 

As if blessed by a miracle, the elevator opens right as the two of you approach it. Giving you a seductive smile, Eunji quickly presses the button for the lobby. The ride to the lobby is only 2 floors, but with how much you want to tear into her, it feels like an eternity. In the short but long way down, the two of you agree to take your own cars and that she’ll follow you to your apartment building.

Your brain racing with adrenaline and anticipation, you’re fairly sure you might have broken the speed limit to get home. But you don’t care as long as she is still able to follow you. Thankfully, Eunji pulls into your apartment parking lot mere seconds after you. Smiling to yourself, you guess she must want it as bad as you do. You step out of your car as she quickly parks on the other side of you.

Walking over to her, you once again admire the view of her perfect ass as she steps out of her car. Shutting the door, she turns to you and a thought enters your mind.

“Do you have extra clothes in your gym bag?”

“Yeah. Why?” Eunji asks with a confused look on her face.

“Because your ass looks so amazing in those pants that I just want to tear them open and fuck you through them.”

“Oh.” 

A small moment of silence lingers before Eunji turns around and grabs her gym bag from the back seat of her car. 

“Gonna need to bring them up so I can change afterwards then.” She smiles. 

The two of you race up to the apartment elevator, a lustful hunger quickly overtaking both of you. Eunji gives you another seductive smile as the doors close and you can barely manage the elevator ride up without tearing her clothes off. In your desperate hurry to get inside, you fumble your keys briefly before finally unlocking your door. 

The door barely closes behind you and you wrap your arms around Eunji and pick her up. She lets out a playful squeal as you carry her down the hall into your bedroom. Entering your room, you lightly throw her onto your bed. 

“God, I just want to fucking ravage you right now.” You say as you pull on the knot of your tie, loosening its grip on your neck.

As she sits up and stares at you, her smile is dripping with an erotic excitement while she watches you throw your tie across the room. Eagerly shedding the rest of your clothes, they quickly join your tie in a nearby corner. No foreplay is needed, your cock fully erect just from the thought of what you’re about to do to Eunji.

“Hurry up and get to it then.” She says as she turns around on all fours and teasingly shakes her ass towards you.

An ecstatic grin spreads across your face. Swinging both your hands down, you forcefully slap Eunji’s shapely ass and give it a rough squeeze. The sleek black fabric of her exercise pants clings to your fingertips as you rip into it like a present on Christmas morning. And after peeling back the wrapping, you’re greeted with your gift. Eunji’s moist cunt glistening with anticipation.

“Looks like you want this as much as I do.” You tease, lightly brushing your tip up and down the lips of her cunt.

“Yes daddy I do. Now hurry up and fuck my brains out.” Eunji commands.

Well, who are you to say no? You quickly comply and are immediately rewarded with the tight heat of her cunt as you pierce your cock into her depths. 

“Oh fuck.” She gasps as your tip slams against her womb.

Her moist walls hungrily grasp your cock as you slowly withdraw your shaft before shoving it back inside her. Seeing her voluptuous ass shake through the tight pants with every thrust, you abandon any hopes of taking your time. Grabbing her wide hips with a rough squeeze, you lose all control as you wildly pound away at her cunt.

The dulcet tones of Eunji’s moans quickly fill your apartment as your tip pierces into her depths with each rapid thrust. Her velvety cavern devours your cock, squelching and dripping with every lustful slam. Your cock aggressively pistons in and out of her cunt as you tightly squeeze her hips. 

“Oh god, you’re so fucking good Rookie.” Eunji groans

“You like it when I fuck your tight pussy like this?” You grunt as you give her ass a forceful smack.

“Yes. Ravage my tight little pussy. Fuck me even harder.” She shrieks at the top of her lungs.

In the back of your head you know that you’re probably being a selfish lover, but hearing Eunji’s screams begging for your cock convinces you that it’s fine either way. But honestly, you don’t care either way. The only thing that you care about right now is fucking Eunji as hard as you can and flooding her cunt with your cum.

Raising both of your hands, you slam them down onto her curvaceous ass as if trying to feel every inch of her perfect skin against your fingertips. You grab her ass roughly, forcefully squeezing and kneading it as you rapidly slam your cock into her velvety cunt. Her thick cheeks heave in the constricting fabric from your relentless thrusts, shaking wildly against your fingertips.

“You’re so fucking amazing Eunji. You’re so fucking tight.” You groan.

Watching her plump ass bounce in the tight black fabric and desperate to feel the heavenly softness of her ass ripple against your skin, you can’t take it anymore and rip her pants even more so that her ass is now fully exposed. Your hands immediately return to squeezing her voluptuous cheeks, violently squeezing and groping the thick slabs of silky flesh. Her heavenly flesh heaves and bounces against your palms as you do your best to savage Eunji’s cunt with your animalistic slams. 

Kneading and massaging her heavenly ass, you wildly pound away at her cunt. The velvety walls of her cavern hungrily grip your cock while your tip slams against her womb. Your feral animalistic thrusts pierce into her moist depths as Eunji collapses slightly. Her face pushes against your mattress, her body now sloped downwards as her ass is the only thing raised up. The smooth skin of her thick cheeks jiggles addictively against your fingertips.

“Fuck, right there. Fuck me just like that.” Eunji screams as her hands tightly grasp your sheets.

As you plunge your cock into her depths, her pillowy ass slams against you. The silky skin of her plump cheeks ripples violently like the wave of emotions pouring over you. Your brain replays the events of today's betrayal over and over, and your anger grows quickly. You decide to use your rage the only way you can right now, to empower your lustful chase for ecstasy and fuck Eunji as hard as you possibly can. 

You give her perfect curvaceous ass one more forceful smack before pushing her down onto your bed. With Eunji now laying flat on her stomach, you plant your hands next to her head as you continue relentlessly slamming your cock into her depths. Your bodies viciously crash against each other, her plump ass bouncing wildly with every piercing thrust. She bunches even more of your sheets in her fists as her lustful moans are music to your ears. Your cock viciously pistons in and out of her tight cunt, greedily hunting for your own orgasm without caring if Eunji cums or not.

Her beautiful ass ripples wildly from every rough frenzied thrust as you rapidly pound your cock against her womb. Eunji's frantic moans dance in your ears, the only reassurance you need to continue savaging her moist cunt. You never realized you had such a creaky bed, the mattress springs screaming almost as much as Eunji as you continue to relentlessly pound away at her cunt.

“Oh my fucking god. Almost there, don’t stop.” Eunji screams, her erotic shrieks bouncing off of your walls.

“I’m close too.” You grunt as you feel yourself approaching your limits.

Suddenly, her velvety walls tighten around your shaft. Eunji's slim body twitches as you pound away at her cunt. A small flood of sticky fluid coats your cock as you continue to relentlesly fuck her through her orgasm. Her tight cavern grips your shaft while her body trembles against you. As her orgasm slowly dies down, you feel yours rapidly approaching as your balls tighten.

“I’m going to cum, Eunji.” You gasp, quickly losing your stamina as you tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

“Cum inside me. Drown my pussy with your cum.” Eunji moans at the top of her lungs.

Her plump ass heaves wildly, rippling and shaking from your violent pounding. Every muscle in your body screams in exhaustion as you power your way through your last forceful thrusts. Finally, your tip throbs violently and with one last powerful slam, it erupts directly into Eunji’s womb.

A thick torrent of sticky semen blasts into her tight depths as you release a satisfied groan. Your milky load surges into her silky depths. Her pillowy ass trembles against you, her hot walls milking every drop of your potent semen that it possibly can. You pour as much of your virile cum as possible directly into her womb. A guttural grunt escapes your throat and your body twitches as one last thick spurt floods her velvety cavern. 

After a few seconds of panting and silence, you finally withdraw your flaccid shaft, now coated with a mixture of the remnants of both of your orgasms. A thick milky waterfall slowly oozes past the lips of Eunji’s cunt. You briefly collapse onto her body before rolling off and laying next to her.

“That was fucking amazing Rookie.” Eunji gasps.

“Yeah, that was incredible.” You nod.

Turning towards you, she looks into your eyes and finally asks the question you’ve been dreading.

“So what happened that made you so upset today?”

“You could tell I was angry?”

“It was pretty obvious with how rough you were. But it was some of the best sex I’ve had, so it’s fine.”

“Oh.” 

With her saying how good it was, you’re not sure if you should apologize or not.

“So, what’s going on?” She asks in a gentle voice that catches you off guard.

While the two of you have had great sex and she’s a fun person to hang out with, Eunji has never shown anything resembling any kind of romantic affection the way she is right now. You always just assumed she was a friend who takes full advantage of your position.

But as Eunji stares at you, you feel something break inside you. It’s like the emotional dam you tried so hard to build up has burst, and everything comes pouring out at once. And you tell her what’s been going on that’s bothering you. 

Everything.

From your confusion about your romantic feelings for Nana, your constant overwork, to the workplace sabotage and betrayal of Ryu Sun Young. Your countless frustrations come rushing out and before you know it, they’re quickly followed by tears.

“Shhh.” She softly hushes you in a soothing whisper as she runs her fingers through your hair.

As you lose control and break down, Eunji delicately wraps her arms around you and pulls you close to her. Normally being pushed against her silky skin only fuels your arousal, but the gentle warmth of her actions only makes you even more emotional. Sobbing uncontrollably into her stomach, you wrap your arms around her and take solace in her comforting embrace. It doesn’t take long before the emotional exhaustion catches up to you and your vision fades to black.

Gentle sunbeams warm your face as you finally wake up. Opening your eyes, you see that you’re in the same position as last night. Cuddled up tightly with your head resting on Eunji’s body. Looking up at her, she looks down and gives you a sweet smile.

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” You mutter as you quickly detach yourself from her and put on your nearby boxers.

“Nothing to be sorry about. I wasn’t awake for too much longer before you.”

“Not going to lie, after everything that happened last night, I was expecting you to be gone when I woke up. But you stayed.” You note with surprise.

“I felt like you needed me to.” 

Eunji softly presses her lips against yours before pulling clothes out of her gym bag. Still surprised by everything, the only thing you can do is watch as she gets dressed and walks towards the door.

“Thanks.” You mutter shyly.

“If you ever need help, just let me know. Whether it’s as someone to workout with or just someone you want to talk to. You don’t have to get through this alone.” Eunji says with an affectionate smile that you’ve never seen from her before.

A warm blush creeps over your face as Eunji gives you a wave before opening the apartment door. 

“Eun..ji? What are you doing here?”  A shocked voice barely manages to choke out.

Recognizing the voice, you race towards the doorway without thinking. Which is immediately added to your list of mistakes from the last few days. As you stand next to Eunji while wearing nothing but your underwear, you find yourself face to face with the gorgeous woman who has plagued your mind for almost a week. And the pain and sadness on her face is ready to haunt you for even longer. You manage to somehow mutter her name breathlessly as it feels like your world is collapsing around you.

“Nana…” 

A/N2: Once again hope you all enjoyed the piece. Eunji is so amazing and I've wanted to get back to her for such a long time now. I wanted to write her again so much it honestly kind of blocked me. I had this picture saved for this chapter for over a year now. Thank you all for the support and hope you enjoy!

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Finding Love Part 5: A Midnight Summer’s Dream

Suzy x M!Reader

Fluff, Smut

WC: 8063 words

“Hey, Professor. Our new financial advisor just came. She’s waiting for you in your office.”

Your phone’s vibration stirs you awake, and you reach towards the nightstand, aimlessly grabbing for your phone. With your eyes still closed, you instinctively type in the password and open your messages. “Financial advisor? Who in the hell?”

You force yourself to sit up and start replying to Sana. “I’ll be there in a bit. Just give me a little to get ready.”

Fighting back the temptation to lay back down, you get out of bed and step into the bathroom. 

You don’t bother turning on the lights this time and let the natural light from the open window illuminate the room. Everything seems to blur together. It barely feels like any time had passed before you already stepped into the shower, shampooed your hair, and dried off.

You toss together an outfit, grabbing a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. Since you’ve got no time to spare today, you rush out the door without a cup of coffee or anything else to eat.

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Spaceship: Horizon - Interlude: Lucid Dream II

Male Reader x futa!Karina

Length: 2135 words

Tags: futa, enormous cock, doggystyle, creampie, anal, non-con, sodomy, nightmarish, injury

TW: HEAVY WARNING: Sodomy, non-con, reader receives anal, injury

Inspiration: “Lucid Dream” by aespa, Get to Blow You by @existslikepristin and some serious brain damage

(A/N: You can skip this, if you find the trigger warnings apprehensive. It is not that important for the S:H series, you will understand the next part without having to read this one. I urge you to be cautious.)

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It's Raining Cats And Dogs, And Every Bitch Reminds Me Of You

A/N1: Finally, I have finished a solo piece for Eunbi. This is by far the greatest and my favorite title I've ever come up with. Hope you all enjoy!

Another night, another argument and you’re tired of everything. The two of you have been fighting every night for weeks about everything and nothing. You’re both sick of each other, and at this point you’re pretty sure the neighbors are sick of you too. It’s clear to everyone that the relationship has reached its end, but both of you refuse to call a time of death for one simple, shallow reason.

Sex.

The sex was always amazing, but ever since your relationship soured, you swear the anger has made it even better. Every brutal fight ends with absolutely mind-blowing sex. So good that it almost makes it worth it. Unfortunately, it always ends at almost. After weeks of this emotional rollercoaster, you’re finally ready to get off and acknowledge that it’s over. 

But telling Kwon Eunbi that is going to be a whole different beast.

One of the biggest causes of your constant fighting is the fact that she never takes no for an answer. Doesn’t matter what it is, everything has to be Eunbi’s way and only her way. While her confidence is one of her most attractive traits, and her refusal to compromise helps her have a successful career, it’s definitely not helping her have a successful relationship. 

Barely an hour since your last argument, you sit at the kitchen table trying to figure out a way to word your relationship’s final moments when Eunbi walks in and your mind immediately grinds to a halt. You find yourself unable to process anything other than the fact that the only thing she’s seemingly wearing is one of your t-shirts. As she pours a glass of water, you randomly decide that this is the moment despite the fact that you have nothing planned and you’re about to completely wing it.

“We need to talk.”

“I’ll say. My day was awful, this girl at work-” Eunbi grumbles as she begins to vent about today’s annoyances.

“No. I mean about us.”

You nervously stare into her eyes as she sets her glass down on the table.

“Are you trying to break up with me right now?” She asks, her jaw agape in disbelief.

“Yes. Yes I am.”

Eunbi stares at you for a few seconds before giving you the absolute last reaction you ever would have expected. She laughs. Hearty chuckles quickly fill the apartment. After several seconds, she wipes a tear from the corner of her eye as her laughter finally settles down.

“That was really funny, babe. You’re not breaking up with me.” She says with a sigh of relief.

“Listen, we both know this relationship has run its course. All we do is fight.”

“You’re serious?”

“I am. We both know that it’s over. We’re just not on the same page anymore.”

“You say that but…”

Pausing mid sentence, Eunbi quickly peels the tight t-shirt off of her body and throws it across the room before leaning on the table. Staring into your eyes, she leans forwards and squeezes her arms together to give you a captivating view of her delicious cleavage. Her large pillowy breasts nestled snugly in a tight black bra, you lick your lips as you peer into the delectable canyon.

“But do you think you’d be able to make it without these amazing tits in your life?” Eunbi teases with a mischievous smile.

Hypnotized by the sheer beauty of her heavenly tits, you find yourself almost succumbing to the temptation of her tantalizing body. Snapping out of the spell she’s put you under so many times before, you abruptly stand up and pace into the living room. 

“See? This is what I mean. I’m trying to tell you that this isn’t working for me anymore and all you do is try to seduce me.” You complain.

“I see that bulge in your pants, I know full well that this is working for you right now.”

“You know what I mean. I’m trying to have a mature conversation and you’re just throwing sex at me.”

“Because sex is the only time we don’t fight.”

“EXACTLY.” You shout.

A hushed silence falls over the apartment as you frustratingly rub your forehead. Seeing the hurt in Eunbi’s eyes pangs your heart, but you know that this has to happen.

“Look. I’m just tired of fighting. I’m sorry, Eunbi. But it’s over.”

She turns her back to you as you sit defeatedly on the couch. Another silence fills the room while both of you quietly try to sort out your emotions. You don’t know how much time has passed before you finally hear her voice again.

“Fine.” 

You stare at her in slight shock, expecting a much louder response. Her shoulders bunch up before relaxing as she releases a deep sigh.

“You’re right. It’s time I open my eyes and realize this isn’t working anymore.”

“I’m glad that you agree. It’s for the best.” You say with a small sigh of relief.

“But if this is the end, I’m going to say goodbye to your cock one last time.”

A brief wave of confusion washes over you as Eunbi whips around, her eyes filled with a renewed vigor and a gaze of fiery lust and wrath. Rushing over to you, she quickly straddles your lap and messily crashes her lips against yours. Her tongue forcefully pushes its way past your lips and energetically dances around inside your mouth.

As Eunbi lustfully swirls her tongue around your own, her slender hands reach down between both of your bodies and begin groping your cock through your shorts. While her thin fingers stroke your shaft through the soft fabric, your hands instinctively make themselves at home on her hips the way they have thousands of times. You give her hips a rough squeeze as your tongues massage and entwine with each other.

She scooches on your crotch, pulling her body even closer to yours as her pillowy breasts push against your chest. Your stiff dick twitches against her palm. Eunbi pulls away from the kiss, a strand of saliva briefly connecting your lips before it snaps as she lifts herself off of your lap. Her hands reach behind your waistband and she tears your shorts down to your ankles as she sinks between your knees. 

Her new position provides you an amazing view of her deep cleavage as her heavenly chest hovers in front of your shaft. Reaching behind, she quickly unclasps the black bra, her large tits finally released from the fabric prison with a satisfying bounce. Eunbi gives you a triumphant smirk as your dick throbs in anticipation.

“See? How are you going to break up with me when you can’t say no to these breasts?”

“Just shut up and wrap those tits around my cock.” You growl.

A brief moment of hesitation occurs, both of you surprised at your response. The anger from weeks of fighting finally bubbling over your limits. But in an even bigger surprise, Eunbi quickly follows your command. 

You release a satisfied grunt as she wraps her magnificent tits around your shaft, overwhelmed by the unfathomable softness of her chest. The silky skin of her chest buries your cock in the deep canyon of her cleavage. Your tip peeks out in between her breasts as Eunbi tightly squeezes them against you.

“Fuck.” You groan.

“You like fucking these big tits don’t you? You really think you can live without these big titties around your cock?” Eunbi says with a provoking smirk..

With her pillowy breasts wrapped snugly around your shaft, the only response you’re able to muster are moans of pleasure. A triumphant smile spreads across her lips as she begins quickly stroking your dick with her tits. While you know that she’s trying to disrupt your plan to break up with her, you can’t deny the overwhelming carnal pleasure of her chest. 

Her large tits ripple hypnotically as they slam against your waist. Using her forearms to squeeze her breasts even tighter around your cock, Eunbi smirks with delight at the satisfied groans that she’s forcing out of you. She sticks out her tongue and a slow stream of drool drizzles onto your tip. The slick spit lubricates your shaft, quickening the pace of her titfuck even more.

It doesn’t take long before the only noises in the apartment are your lustful grunts and the sound of Eunbi’s pillowy tits furiously slapping against your waist. Her saliva coats your shaft and intensifies the pleasure of her brisk strokes. Your cock buried between her immaculate breasts, every aggressive slam brings you closer to the edge. 

Just as you feel yourself at the brink of ecstasy, Eunbi abruptly stands up, removing your cock from the heavenly warmth of her cleavage.

“What the fuck-”

“While you might be feeling good right now, titfucking you doesn’t do anything for me. So now we’re going to do something that gets me off.”

Before you can object, Eunbi quickly straddles your waist and sinks herself onto your cock. The pleasure is so intense that all you can do is close your eyes and release another deep grunt as the velvety walls of her cunt hungrily clamp around your shaft. Soon, the erotic heat that your brain has fallen prey to time and time again is quickly making you doubt your decision to end things.

But looking at her satisfied smile, you can tell that that’s exactly what Eunbi wants. She wants you to second guess yourself. To change your mind at the last second and stay in this relationship that’s driving you to the brink of insanity. As she lifts herself off of your dick, you remind yourself that this is the last time and strengthen your will to get through it without breaking.

And all of that resolve disappears in a gasp when she sinks back down and takes your cock inside her all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck.” You grunt.

Looking down at you with a triumphant smirk, Eunbi knows that she’s winning so far. Not wasting any time, she lifts herself up just enough that only your tip remains before slamming back down onto your cock. It doesn’t take long before she gives up on going that far and quickly settles on aggressively riding you at a breakneck pace.

“You’re so fucking tight.” 

As your hands instinctively make themselves at home squeezing the sides of her soft stomach, you realize that Eunbi’s body is a horrible addiction. Something that’s been slowly ruining your life, but at the same you can’t resist the intoxicating erotic high that comes with it. Her seductive gaze only lures you in more as she pushes your face into her chest. 

The silky flesh of her giant tits pressed against your face, you once again cave to the temptation the way you have countless times before. Your hands quickly run up her sides, reaching her massive breasts as you take her stiff nipple into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the fleshy nub as your fingers sink into her pillowy tits, squeezing them roughly as you indulge yourself in her heavenly chest.

“That’s it, suck those titties like you always do baby.” Eunbi moans as her fingers brush through your hair.

Her velvety walls clench around your cock, tightening the same way she always does when you play with her sensitive breasts. Swirling and flicking your tongue against her nipple, you continue to aggressively grope and knead her soft tits. Silky skin slips through the cracks of your fingers with every squeeze. The wet heat of Eunbi’s cunt practically assaults your dick as she bounces frantically on your cock.

The milky skin of her thighs ripples beautifully with each animalistic slam. Shrieking moans fill the apartment as she furiously fucks herself on your dick. Deciding to take back at least a little control, you begin moving yourself, rapidly thrusting into the depths of her moist cavern. Desperate to steady her body from all the intense movement, Eunbi slaps her hands onto your shoulders and grips them tightly.

Neither of you stop thrusting to give way to the other, each of you hungrily chasing your lust for the other. Her giant tits heave wildly from every violent slam, rippling addictively against your lips. Your fingers sink into her heavenly flesh as you messily slurp on her nipple. While you attack her sensitive breasts in exactly the right way to maximize her pleasure, Eunbi’s whiny gasps and moans float through your ears like music. 

“Shit, you’re always so fucking good at that.” Eunbi screams, her fingernails piercing your shoulder.

You rapidly flick your tongue up and down the stiff nub before sucking on it as hard as you can, hungrily devouring her pillowy breasts because you can never get enough of them. Unfortunately, that’s a huge part of the problem. You can never get enough, so you always want more. Which is how Eunbi has managed to keep you around so long.

Idle thoughts are pushed out of your mind as her moist walls clench your cock again and you quickly return your focus to trying to satisfy yourself on her massive tits. You suck and slurp on her delicious nipples as the two of you violently fuck each other. Taking the fleshy nub between your teeth, you gently nibble it as you pull on it before pushing your face back into her chest. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Eunbi shrieks at the top of her lungs.

You continue your endless cycle of pulling, chewing, and sucking on her nipple, your tongue doing its best to memorize its amazing taste during this final time. Vicious, frantic thrusts pierce into Eunbi’s depths, your tip pounding away at the entrance of her womb. Her pillowy breasts bounce forcefully in your hands from every forceful slam. Your tongue rapidly swirls around her nipple, noisily slurping on it as her silky flesh ripples wildly against your lips.

Suddenly, Eunbi’s hands cup your face and lift it off of her perfect tits. She messily pushes her lips against yours, her tongue aggressively prying its way into your mouth. Both of your tongues vigorously swirl around each other in a lustful duel for dominance. Her tongue passionately entwines with yours, rubbing and circling each other before she pulls away to unleash an earth shattering moan.

“FUCK.”

The single word scream pierces your eardrums. Knowing that neither of you will last much longer, you kick your already frenzied fucking into overdrive. You violently thrust as hard and deep as you can, completely giving into your feral lustful instincts. Your bodies crash against each other as your cock pounds Eunbi’s most sensitive spot over and over again.

“Oh shit. You’re so fucking deep baby.” Eunbi gasps as your tip slams against her depths.

“Fuck. You like fucking this big cock don’t you?” You growl, roughly squeezing her hips as she bounces wildly on your dick.

“You’re getting full of yourself. I can easily get any man I want, why would I want to keep you around anyway?” She hisses between moans, her fingernails digging deeper into your shoulders.

“Says the bitch fucking herself on my cock because she wanted to ‘say goodbye’ to it.” You snap.

The mix of heightened emotions only intensifies the carnal battle, both of you spitting venom in an attempt to hurt the other while also using their body to achieve unbelievable ecstasy. Your bodies crash against each other, both of you assaulting the other with violent thrusts. The aggressive slams become so frantic and wild that you end up falling off the couch. Eunbi crashes to the floor on her back and you land on top above her with your cock never leaving her tight cunt for a second.

“Fuck.” She gasps with a breathy moan.

Despite the sudden change of position, neither of you let up for even a moment; both of you thrusting into the other with a carnal hunger you’ve never experienced. All the love, hate, heartbreak, and sadness have disappeared, replaced only with an overwhelming lust for the other. A race to finish searching for unbelievable ecstasy and the most amazing orgasm either of you will ever experience.

Every muscle in your body screams in agony as you feel yourself rapidly approaching the end. The strain must show on your face because Eunbi wraps her legs around your waist, locking her ankles behind your back. She stares into your eyes with the seductive gaze that you’ve been helpless against since the beginning as you aggressively slam into her depths with your last bit of remaining strength. 

“Fill my pussy with your cum. If this is the last time we have sex, you better make sure not to have any regrets, so don’t waste a single drop.” Eunbi gasps as your cock pounds against her depths. 

“I’m cumming, Eunbi!” You growl.

Both of you mercilessly slam against the other, your bodies lustfully crashing against each other as the two of you try to find an erotic catharsis one final time. Eunbi feels your tip throb against her womb and digs her fingernails into your back as she unleashes one last scream of pleasure.

As her shrieking moan shatters your eardrums, you finally reach your end and erupt inside her. A thick torrent of cum floods into Eunbi’s womb as both of your bodies twitch violently against each other. Her velvety walls clench your shaft, hungrily milking every drop of your potent semen into the depths of her heavenly cunt. 

Her body trembles as you continue violently fucking her through your mutual orgasm, forcefully pushing every drop of your thick semen as deep into her cunt as you can. Contented groans escape you as you drown her womb with one last ropey blast of cum. Soon the only noises in the apartment are the sounds of you and Eunbi panting while you try to recover from the most intense orgasm either of you have ever had in this relationship

Satisfied that you’ve poured every last drop of cum directly into her womb, you withdraw your depleted shaft from the warmth of her cunt. Drained of both semen and energy, you can’t even get yourself to stand up and end up sitting with your back against the front of the couch. 

Eunbi’s massive chest rises gradually and falls even slower as she tries to catch her breath from her orgasm. A sticky white waterfall slowly oozes out of the lips of her cunt and drips onto the floor. After a few minutes, she finally recovers enough to sit up slightly. Noticing that you’re staring at her, she slowly crawls over to you before sitting next to you and resting her head on your shoulder.

“Please. Please stay.” Eunbi whispers as tears stream down her face.

Suddenly the Eunbi you fell in love with is cuddled next to you. The soft, sensitive Eunbi who cares about you so much that she’s sobbing into your arm. You know there’s a part of you that still loves her, buried underneath all the anger from your countless arguments. But as you watch her cry and beg for you to stay, you can feel your heart shatter. Because you don’t know if you can.

A/N2: I really hope y'all enjoy this piece. It took me awhile to finish because I had to be in a very specific mood to write this with the vibe I was trying to go for in this piece. Not much else to say this time. Hope you all think it's as hot as I did while writing it!

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Orange Hued Moons

Eunbi x Male Reader

Wordcount - 2963

A/N: A while back I said I would write a Eunbi story @nsfwmaemi and here it is! I'm also experimenting this style so I'm not sure whether I did great so do tell me about it! Thanks, I didn't edit this XD. This is written in first-person address so I hope you guys like it.

KWON EUNBI

It wasn’t a fairytale. All of it was close to hell, but I guess I was addicted. Even though I hold three debuts on my name, I love what I do. Crazy right? I even once had this hilarious name after a child instrument, but like I said… I’m addicted. I’m addicted to the lights and that feeling on my chest every time I sing up on that stage—that one feeling that I almost cannot breathe after singing and dancing.

I’m addicted and intoxicated.

After all, they say that it would be easy. I’m a beautiful woman with talents, but the moment I learned that those are just what they say to get you… All of it came crumbling down. Most of the time, I’m not recognized by my voice or the way my limbs move to dance, but rather how big my breasts are or how they jiggle on stage.

It’s not so bad. Because of my assets alongside my skills and talents, I am where I am today. Although, it gets a little tiring once in a while. Smiling until I can't feel my jaws anymore. I love my fans but can’t they take care of themselves? These people spending money on my albums but they can’t fucking take a bath. I have to shake their hands too… and sometimes take pictures and most of the time talk happily with them. Don’t get me wrong, I still love them but they should love themselves first before loving me.

“I miss my members.” I would rather spend time with them instead of this jerk right in front of me. I thought he was supposed to be a nice guy but he’s just full of himself. Some well-known producer he is and my supposed date of the night. I was told to just try going out with him since he might help me with my albums. The dude was quote-on-quote a top producer who apparently produced a few of the biggest songs in KPOP. In conclusion, in a way this date is work still.

“What was that, Miss Kwon?” He asked me… did he hear me? Well, you can’t blame me when all this date gives me is the strong feeling to go home. I would rather play KartRider Rush “–”? I don’t remember if it’s minus or plus, but Yena asked me to play it with her.

“Nothing! Can I go to the washroom for a bit?” Some excuse that was… I didn't care, I didn’t even wait for his answer, I just took my bag and escaped to the washroom. 

What am I doing?

“I wonder what the members are doing right now?” A splash of water on my face. Well, the water strangely felt nice. Definitely cleared my head for a moment. What am I even doing? If I’m not enjoying this date, then I should just leave. That’s right Kwon Eunbi… just leave… 

So I grabbed my bag and headed to my table, but what surprised me was even before I reached my table. A few steps out from the washroom when I caught a glimpse of something rather interesting.

“Whelp. Great.”

“Whelp. Great.”

I saw my date making out with another girl from the next table. He’s… fucking kissing her… What?! How much time did I spend inside the washroom for this to happen? Well, I guess now I have a reason to leave.

“There goes my night. Meh, I’m ghosting her.” That was your cue to come in. I looked to my right and there I found you, staring at the same thing I was so surprised to see. From the look of it, my date was making out with your date.

“That’s your date right?” I asked just to confirm and you just shrugged your shoulders.

“And that’s your date?” You asked me and I just nodded. You just burst and laughed, then there’s me who couldn’t help but chuckle either. I think the two who seem lovey-dovey aren’t going to stop soon, and it’s not like I can still sit at that table so I decided to just ask you.

“Wanna get out of here and eat something from the nearest convenience store we can find?” But… you beat me into it. It’s not like I have any reason to decline and you asking me was convenient too as after all… I’m still a lady.

“Sure, do you have a car?” You just gestured instead of answering my question. Some gentleman you are paving the way for a woman, “Oh, and don’t misunderstand, you’re not getting under my skirt tonight. Plus! No alcohol since you’re driving me home tonight.”

“Hahaha, it’s not like you’re my type.” That comment of yours made me frown. That’s the first time I heard that and to top that you made another gesture, forming two cups using your two hands and you placed them by your chest. 

“I prefer flat-chested girls.”

Gosh, that made me angry!

“Wow, what a pervert.” I tapped your shoulders a few times. I had to do something. I don’t want you thinking you succeeded in teasing me. The next thing, I overtook you and headed for the parking lot.

“Yah! People just have preferences you know…” You caught up to me and I gave you a smirk. I had to make sure, I wore a mocking face to piss you off more. I’m a hundred percent sure that it worked, because of the pout on your face.

“Bro, we just met so don’t push it and I didn’t ask for your kinks.” At this point, you had a surprised look on your face. Mouth gaped and eyes popped out of surprise.

Gosh, you were so funny.

“And for your information, I love my boobs and you’re not my type either. So now where’s your car?” You just laughed in defeat and pointed to a car not far from us two. I thought of riding at the back just to piss you off, but I didn’t cause that would seem too rude. I’m not shameless. I’m not Yena.

“Why are you giggling there?” You asked as you opened the door on your side of the car. Of course, the driver's seat. I can drive too but the girls bully me saying that I’m not a good driver and this is your car so free ride. Yeyy?

"And don't think of riding on the back! You ride the shotgun," you added.

What a fucking mind reader.

"Yah! I was definitely not thinking that," I retorted as I sat beside you. Props to you, your car was nice and clean at the least. We just drove through these listless streets. You said the nearest convenience store but surprisingly there wasn’t one near and it’s been some time since we left that complicated… scene.

The street lights, strangers, and cars we passed through were strangely nice to look at. I guess that was the beauty of strolls that I could never appreciate before. The breeze was cold and you didn’t seem to mind it at all. It was you after all who insisted on opening the windows instead of relying on the car’s air conditioning.

Not gonna lie… It was refreshing.

“My Naevis, We Love you! My victory, 하나의 synk dive!” The radio was so loud, so I wondered if you could still hear the road, but you just continued singing along to the songs of my juniors and seniors. I like that song too! However, you just went silent when my song played. It would be a lie to say that I didn't after you did so, but maybe you were not just my fan.

"Why did you suddenly go silent?" I asked you, but you made a surprised face. I could tell that it was fake. You won't fool me. Just focus on driving you jerk, but I guess you already knew that as you shifted your focus on the road quickly.

"Esper? I don't like it. I mean the song is good, but the mv was trash haha." You just laughed… I was hurt, to be honest. Did you know that I'm the artist of the song that you were shit talking about?

"What do you know about the song… you're not a singer." I scowled at you, and you just laughed. I didn't even notice that you were already parking in front of a convenience store, but what you did next made… my… 

It shook my heart.

"Come on, I didn't say your song is trash. I'm talking about the editing and for real, the fact that you were in it and it was your song made it more beautiful than it should be." A snap in front of my face and you extending your hand to me. It was funny how you were offering your hand to me when I obviously cannot get out of the car on your side, and I have to use the door on my side.

"Jerk, you're still trash-talking the team who took effort in making the music video."

"Come on… I'm sorry, okay? Let's go eat ramyeon?!" I couldn't even continue complaining in my head as you smiled brightly at me while offering ramyeon on top of my growling stomach(I practically didn't eat anything in that restaurant). I unknowingly took your hand, and got out of the car from the driver's seat. Which… as I thought wasn’t a good idea and it ended like a scene in a comedy show. Although, it doesn’t matter as I didn’t feel like a fool.

After all… We were both laughing heartily.

You didn’t let go… hand-in-hand we walked inside the convenience store, and straight to the aisle where the food was. It was delicious although I think the cashier recognized me by the look of her expression. Is she a WIZ*ONE? I hope she didn’t take a photo… what a bother… sometimes I just don’t want to care about these things anymore. I just want to enjoy my meal. You seemed to be enjoying it. Honestly, what a carefree person you are.

“So what do you do?”

“Ohh me? I work for the UN EM as a ploy.”

“Huh? United Nation’s EM? A ploy? What’s that?”

“Basically, I’m UN EMplo—Ouch! Why do you have to hit me!” It was a bad joke, but I chuckled. The reason why I punched your shoulder was because I didn’t want you to think that you made me laugh. Not gonna lie, I think I did a good job on hiding my chuckle as I slurped the last bits of my food to do so. 

On second thought, maybe I didn’t succeed as I saw you smirked.

“You know, I have a bunch of jokes about unemployed people like me but nothing seems to work…” You just started laughing so loudly that the cashier’s attention was caught. I quickly apologized to her before hitting you once again.

“Yah! Stop joking around!” I scolded you, but this time I couldn’t hold back my own laughs. I loved your humor, and at least you weren’t boring like my date from earlier. You were much better than him even though we weren’t eating fine dining, and just convenience store food. I do hope that you think I’m better than your date… 

I’m a little bit cranky so I can’t help but be worried.

I looked at the emptied bowl in front of me. If what you said was true… then I should not have made you pay for the food so I took a few bills from my wallet, but when I offered and insisted, you adamantly refused.

“No! I was just joking! I’m not actually unemployed… Besides, even if I was, I wouldn’t take money from you just because of a few bucks spent on instant noodles.” You could have just taken the money… For maybe both your pockets and my conscience, but you just flashed that smile of yours to me again. I’m getting irritated by that smile for some reason…

But I don’t hate it.

"Do you have a curfew? Or would you like to go home now?" You asked and I just shook my head. I knew you were going to ask something else if I answered no so I just waited. In all honesty, I wanted you to do so… I wanted you to ask me to go with you somewhere else and not just drive me home.

"Then would you be willing to walk with me? Just stroll around you know… to let the food digest easily hehe…" The question itself should be fine, but I guess when it comes to things like these, you could be shy as well. Definitely, you being shy was not my first impression of you, but I like finding out new sides.

You led the way and I just followed you. A step behind your back and I watched as you took each step. It was quite cold so I was thankful I bought a coat, but I kinda wish I didn't so you would let me borrow yours.

“I’m an editor. I don’t edit music videos but I guess we’re both from the same industry, Eunbi-ssi? Can I call you that, Eunbi-ssi?" Oh, so you know who I am… usually in situations like these I would feel awkward and irritated, but I guess I’m a little bit weird today. A little weird, but more to that as I spent more time with you… it felt strangely comfortable.

“Eunbi-ssi? Eunbi-ssi~”

You’re a fucking black hole.

Clap. A clap broke me out of my trance… Gosh, that was embarrassing. I didn’t realize that I was staring at you. Shit, pull yourself together Kwon Eunbi, what are you doing? He’s just an unexpected friend… a friend who shared that same unfortunate but kinda fortunate situation. A situationship maybe… Yes! We’re on a situationship. I’m not sure whether I’m using the word right, but I hear Wony always use it so…

“Yes! You can call me whichever you want.”

“So… Can I call you mine?”

What a fucking smooth talker.

“Don’t push it, Mr. I LIKE FLAT-CHESTED GIRLS~” I’m not falling for it. I’M NOT FALLING FOR IT! But now… how should I hide my blushing face? Just walk! 

So I did… walked faster than you were so you could only see my back and not my face. But I guess you caught a glimpse when I overtook you. I saw that smirk on your face so I knew you did.

“Come on, don’t be like that… We’re friends already. Although, I wouldn’t mind if you want to take it to a whole level, but maybe you should take me out on a date first.” A glare was the only thing I would ever give you, not a date. What are you? A maiden? You should ask me out on a date! I’m Kwon Eunbi!

I chose not to reply. I just walked, passing through each art display on the side of each light post. Drawing of cats and flowers, what place is this? Maybe I should take the others here sometime. Hyewon would love to see these arts since she started taking painting lessons lately.

The skies were so empty. There weren’t any stars in the skies. What a bummer… I wanted to see them… but all I could see up above me were these streetlights. Orange lights but they weren’t as small looking as the stars, but rather round and bigger like the moon. What am I doing? Staring at nothingness in the skies… I’m just distracting myself… from what? From you who was walking behind me.

I looked back to check on you, and naturally you were still there. You just smiled at me. Softly just like any other smiles you gave me the whole night. Fuck those smiles… I stopped and you caught up to me. I don’t know why but for some reason I wanted you to walk beside me.

“Hey Jerk… this is the part where you subtly take my hand and hold it." Shocked. That was the look on your face after hearing my assertive statement. I even held out my hand for you to take. You took it… which honestly made me happy. I honestly don’t know where this will end up or where will it get me but for now… I like it. Although, I feel a little bit weird every step seemed different.

"Ahh!"

"Hehe sorry, want some milk? I got some earlier." What a jerk, it was perfect but you had to play pranks by touching that cold milk on my nape. Well, I took it because it was banana flavored but I still glared at you. You gave me a smirk in return, but you didn't let go of my hand.

I hope my palms aren't sweaty.

"So where do we just walk around here or what?" I asked you and my stomach growled, at first I thought it was just butterflies, but I guess my stomach was acting up too. It was yelling for me to go find a bathroom, but I wanted to spend more time with you.

"I guess we can go ho—" I silently farted! I couldn't hold it in, and you stopped your sentence. I panicked, embarrassed, flustered, frustrated, ashamed, shamed, abashed, red-faced, shame-faced, and uneasy as you leaned in as if we were about to kiss. Your face was just inches away from me, and you closed your eyes. Do I close mine too or do I just run away? Ughh, fuck it! I inched forward, but before our lips touched… you sniffed and pulled back.

"I'm sorry, I farted."

You took the blame.

END.

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eyyy have you reached here? Lmao this style is a little bit tricky especially when it comes to tenses so I think I did bad this time but hey we learn as we try more XD.

[noblenobi]

Business Trip Interlude: Control

Author’s Note: No BT spoilers, but this takes place after the Epilogue.

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There is a small, sly smile on her soft red lips.

She leans back to half sit on the edge of her desk. Her fingers graze the triangular block of marble atop it that announced her name and new title - Tzuyu Chou, Associate Director, JYP Europe. The smile widens slightly, and a barely noticeable glint of pride can be found in the corners of those lips.

Without breaking eye contact, you watch as her fingers leave the marble plate and drift, slowly, towards the collar of her blouse. With long, slim fingers she begins to undo its buttons.

In her white blouse and navy pencil skirt, Chou Tzuyu looked leagues above any other woman in the London office - with the possible exception of only two others. The blouse hugged the curves of her chest tightly, and the skirt did well to highlight the delicious flare of her waist into her full, wide hips.

The three hundred dollar blouse quickly becomes a pile of rumpled cotton on the floor of her office, joined quickly by the lace and silk of her bra.

It takes every effort to keep your gaze from drifting as inch after inch of delicious, creamy skin is revealed to you. But the sly, devilish look in those dark brown pools is so enrapturing, so engrossing, that you found it easy to hold her gaze even as she undressed herself.

You watch, eyes still locked on hers, as the now topless young woman bends slightly at the waist, giving you a good glimpse of her round, dangling breasts and the stiffened nipples atop them in your peripheral vision. Her fingertips grasp the hem of her short skirt before pulling it up her full thighs, revealing the white silk panties she had on beneath it.

Her fingers dig into the waistband of her undergarments. She teases you for a moment, letting the anticipation build, letting her sly smile widen even further - before she slowly draws the slip of fabric down her long, perfect legs.

Once it joins the quickly growing pile of clothing on the floor, her fingers return to her skirt. She pulls it up again, over her thighs this time, until it is bunched up around her waist. The soft, inviting skin between her thighs beckons - along with the small, perfectly maintained patch of hair above her lower lips.

“Do you like the way I look, daddy?”

For the first time since she’d walked into the room, your eyes leave hers. You drink in the sight of her near naked body. Young, tight, perfect. It was a question with an obvious answer.

“Yes, Tzuyu.”

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[noblenobi]

Concupiscentia

ChaCha Story Commissions.

Wordcount: 6028

TW: Expect Trigger warnings(won’t specify to avoid spoilers)

Tags: Smut, Twice, Tzuyu, Non-con

Author Note: This my very first story commission so I'm kinda nervous but I hope you guys like it.

“Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus.”

It was only supposed to be a dew of morning drop, but that peaceful expectation was suddenly taken when this girl sat at your table. You looked around to see if the cafe didn’t have any free tables, but aside from the barista behind the counter, you two were the only ones around. You didn’t dare make eye contact with her… not that you have the confidence to do so.

Why did she choose to sit at this table?

You just went on with what you were doing, sipping tea and answering emails flashed on your laptop. 

Steal a glimpse of her. 

This stranger was rather beautiful—soft-looking and pleasing to the eyes. She caught your gaze while you were trying to eye her and she just smiled.

“Do you believe in monsters?” That was the first sentence that came out of her mouth. A rather peculiar way to start a conversation, so far from what may be the norms of maybe asking for permission to share your table with them.

“No…” That was your timid answer and she just laughed. You stared at her, wondering what was funny and expecting context to explain her question, but she just took out a notebook and a pen. She started scribbling on one of its pages before she looked up to get eye contact.

“I’m sorry, do you mind if I sit here with you?” The question was far overdue and she was already sitting so you just nodded in agreement. You sipped on your tea again, hoping that it would be the last so you could stand up from your seat and escape this situation.

“Uhm, this might be a bit weird, but could I ask for your time?” She asked, staring at you and looking expectant to what would be your answer. Once again, you just nodded and she clapped her hands in celebration.

“This is for a school project, I’ll ask you some questions and you just have to answer them for me.” She winked, she didn’t even introduce herself and just went on with it. Her credibility was in danger at that moment because what could be her notes… were just doodles on her notebook.

 “Number one, are you single?”

“Yes…”

“Number two, what’s your type?”

“I’m an AB…”

“Not your blood type sillly~” She giggled as she leaned towards to hit your shoulders playfully, “I mean what type of girls do you fancy?”

“I like funny girls…” you timidly answered while trying to avoid eye contact. The whole thing was awkward. She might be trying to hit on you, but your answers were just not it—not that you don't fancy her, but things like these aren't up to your comfort zone. Although, it looked like she wasn’t going to stop soon.

“You know… funny story, my friends actually think I’m funny. Crazy right?” She giggled once again, but you just replied with another awkward smile. She pouted, not amused with your response at all. That was cute in all honesty, but she was still a complete stranger.

“You know what? This is not working at all.” Suddenly she sounded annoyed and her gleeful expressions turned upside down—she wore an annoyed expression and a frustrated tone. You tried speaking, perhaps to apologize but the moment you opened your mouth, a ringing pervaded your ears and your voice won’t come out.

“Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus.”

Snap.

A snap broke your trance, before you knew it you were staring at space. Look up to find a well-dressed man polishing a glass. Look around, chandeliers, dimmed lights, and modernized black furnitures—it was a bar.

“Kid, are you gonna drink or not?” The bartender asked.

“Master, Whiskey on the rocks for the gentlemen and Red Wine for me,” a lady answered for you. Ears decorated with pearls and neck decorated with diamonds. Black dress and a sophisticated aura, she was screaming high class and money from head to toe, “can I buy you a drink?”

With her red lipstick and alluring eyes, you were too stunned to speak—to reject or accept her offer. Before you knew it, the bartender placed the alcohol in front of you, and she was already sipping her wine.

"Thank you." You tasted the drink and squinted a little bit—whiskey was a little bit too strong despite its sweetness, but you couldn't say that after she paid for you.

"Chou Tzuyu." She extended her hand, offering a handshake. You gave her your name and accepted her hand, but the moment you grabbed her hand, she pulled you close to her—she was too close, her lips were an inch away from yours, but she didn't take that distance away as she just ghosted to your ear and whispered, "I'm looking for a man to accompany me tonight. Would you be willing to be that man?”

Her free hand casually landed on your thigh as she opted for an eye-lock that you quickly dodged. Tzuyu clicked her tongue, seeing your reaction before she went back to her seat beside you. Another sip of red wine, your eyes wandered to her lips, redder than her drink.

“Miss, I’m sorry… but I’m not the man you’re looking for…” Another timid answer, the woman obviously fancies you, but your lack of confidence was the problem. Another sip of whiskey in hopes alcohol give a boost in confidence.

“Come on, stop being a gentleman when I’m practically offering myself to you.” She licked her lips as she leaned her chin on her palm. This lady in black has her own gravity, she was pulling you, but something deep inside you was whispering for you to run away. You didn’t reply to her and averted your focus.

Why? When this only seems a harmless invitation for sex?

“Do you believe in monsters?” Tzuyu asked, now her seductive tone was long gone and was replaced by a more serious one. Her eyes were shooting daggers. Look down, keep your head low—that was what your body compelled you to do after her question.

“What a shame,” She whispered while once again inching close to your ear. Soon her finger found your forehead, she pushed and your head followed—head now tilted higher than you ever did your whole life.

“If only you stop being so timid, then all of this could have been just a nice dream.” Her voice echoed, ringing in your ears. Her fingers soon crawled and wrapped around your neck.

“Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus.”

As her grasp on your neck tightened, embers flew everywhere as if reality was set ablaze within your line of sight, and darkness engulfed everything. She pushed and you were suddenly falling into nothingness. With each second passing by, the harder it became to breathe. Inhale and exhale, it was so simple yet it felt like your lungs were taking in nothingness.

Blink.

Reality now was taking its shape, what was once a void of black turned into a ceiling, and embers of fire turned into red lights. Tzuyu who still has your neck at the tip of her fingers, agape her mouth to bare her fangs, and what was once dirt brown orbs turned blood red.

“Say now, can you answer my question earlier again?” Nails now digging into your neck, you opened your mouth to shout but nothing was coming out. Your back soon hit a pillowy fortress closest to what a bed could be.

"Do you believe in monsters?" Tzuyu asked once again as she finally let go of your neck. Oxygen rushed down your lungs and you couldn't help but cough after being choked.

"You're a mons—"

"Yes! Correct, I'm a monster and you're mine now." Her whisper imbued you with fear. As she sat comfortably on your thighs, she clearly was a lightweight in proportion to her thin and sexy physique, that the black dress she was wearing flaunted, yet something heavy was weighing down on you—an aura, her aura that was of a black mist.

"Wh—what are you?" You stuttered, she giggled in response, and once again she bare her fangs. The lady on top of you then grabbed whatever garment she could grab out of your body and ripped them, buttons came flying and whatever fabric she threw into the air burned and turned into ashes.

"I'm your monster and you're my food," Tzuyu whispered into your ear before biting on it, she nibbled it and licked your lobule. There was no intention of holding back with that bite.

Scream.

"But I guess I'll indulge you for a little bit," she added as she traced your jaw before moving onto your lips, and crawled her finger on your neck as you screamed in fear and pain, "I'll answer your question, I am what you humans call a Vampire."

Although nothing makes sense still, it was starting to make sense now—pale skin, blood-red lips and eyes, alluring charisma, and the bizarre shifts of reality. With that being said, before your eyes, that black dress hugging her body and all of the decorations hanging and pinned on her neck and ears turned into embers, baring and revealing herself.

She wasn't fond of your screaming so the next thing she did was to deliver a slap right across your cheek. Tears dropped from the sides of your eyes as she got what she wanted—to shut that mouth of yours. You bit your lips instinctively as you don't know what might happen if you had made another sound.

"Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while also. Besides, I'm not just hungry… I'm a little frustrated too, and you smell delicious." Immaculate, her beauty was oozing with magnificence—it was wrong to assume monsters looked horrendous seeing her. 

She was the most beautiful being you've ever seen.

No artwork could beat the sight of her. Silky skin, curves that formed an hourglass, innocent eyes in contrast to her monstrous identity, gorgeous face, and firm rounded breast with pinkish cherry tops.

If only she wasn't what she is…

Tzuyu pressed her body against yours, her nipples brushed onto your chest. Skillful fingers go down your slacks to undo any restraints restricting your own monster kept inside. She dived on your neck to plant a kiss and a suckle with the intention to leave a mark—both a hickey and a lipstick print.

"Thank you for the meal." Tzuyu opened her mouth, once again revealing a pair of fangs as her hand released your dick. As her fangs stab through your neck, as excruciating pain was instilled, her fingers wrapped around your member. Blood dripped through the holes created by her bite while electricity from her touch flushed through your veins. A mixture of pain and pleasure presented itself to you—pain worse than a syringe shot could do in combination with a new kind of pleasure from a woman’s touch.

She drank your blood like it was a cocktail while her hands worked on stroking your now rock-hard member. Slowly, without any hurry with the intention to suck you dry from both your veins and your dick. Slow strokes of up and down motion to prepare her next meal after she sates her hunger. 

You couldn’t shout your pains or moan your pleasure, your mouth kept agape as two overpowering feelings filled your senses. You once again bit your lip to keep yourself sane. Hopefully, it was enough as the stings, the feeling of your skin gaping, the feeling of a nail that was her fang pushed into your flesh was be unbearable if it wasn’t for the adrenaline and the little help from her handwork.

“Mmm, you taste sweet,” She said as she rose from your neck. Her lips were now redder than it was before—smears of both her lipstick and blood spread in the proximity of her mouth. She licked the blood spilling from the sides of her mouth while her hand teased the tip of your cock. Now what attracted her was the blood dripping from your lip. She couldn’t help but inch close to you and dive into a kiss… or at least that was what it would look like, but in reality, she dived for the drink that was your blood.

Her lips.

The contact of her lips was ethereal. ‘It could have been a dream.’ just as she said earlier, if it wasn’t for the fact that she was doing all of these without your consent. You couldn’t even struggle as an unknown force kept your body glued on the mattress nesting your body. Nonetheless, she continued on without remorse as she invaded the insides of your mouth.

A dance of the tongues it was—it takes two to tango, and it also takes two to chase and to be chased. She tried tying knots with your tongue, but you kept on the run, dodging as she tailed. A challenge it was truly for her, but Tzuyu enjoyed the struggle. Tzuyu kept you on a liplock for a while as the pain of her bite slowly subsided, and as you tried so hard not to get violated more than what was already happening.

Her lips had venom.

Her lips had poison or rather something of a curse as soon your struggle ended, and it ended on a torrid kiss. She chased and she swayed you to respond. As the kiss went on longer, as her grasp on your dick moved down to play with that sack of cum underneath, and as the need for air became more urgent, her toxins crawl inside your mouth from her tongue.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five seconds,

Tzuyu finally pulled out, a string of saliva connected the both of you that she quickly broke. You gasped for air as she ghosts on you, her nail traced down your jawline, to your neck up until she reached your torso—a trail of scratch she left, not enough to make you bleed but enough to make you screech.

"Beautiful! I can not… you're too sweet and if I don't hold myself back, I might kill you," Tzuyu grunted as she crawled down on you with her tongue replacing her nail now leaving a trail of saliva, "I can't have that! I don't want to lose another great toy… that's why I'm not going to suck… take too much blood for now, but don't worry I will play with you just in another way."

"I'm not your toy. I can't be your toy… why would you even want someone like me?"

"Someone like you? I pity you," Tzuyu hissed as she reached your groins. She grabbed your member once again, tighter and rougher than a little while ago. Soon her lips landed on the tip for a peck to preempt a taste.

"You don't even know your own worth." 

That was her sentence before her lips parted to welcome your cock inside her mouth. She didn't even bother prepping her meal and she just went in for it straight. A vacuum her mouth was, a touch of heaven her tongue was, and her lips wrapped around tightly on your dick was as pillowy as a cloud.

Eyes locked with yours, her right-hand right under your member to once again massage what holds your semen, and her left found its way in between her own legs. Slow little strokes while her tongue works its magic. An ample of sucks enough to force a moan out of you.

"Please no more… before I—"

"Before you what?" She cut, a loud pop caused by her sudden pull-out. Her eyes dazzled in awe or perhaps in hunger, may it be for the fascination of her prey slowly cracking and breaking right before her eyes or her drooling staring at her meal.

"Ple—please just s—stop! And let me go!" A plea she heartily shrugged off with a laugh. Begging clearly doesn't work for her, Tzuyu has no intention to stop—not now when she was dripping wet and turned on. She went on, one long lick to trace from the base to the tip, and another smack to top it off—this woman treats a man's genitalia as if it was a lollipop.

"Oh no no no no, I won't stop… I can't stop when the meal served in front of me is too enticing."

There was no time to even react, Tzuyu took your length inside her mouth once again, but this time upping the ante as her lips soon met your base. One fluid motion and your tip met the back of her throat. She had zero gag reflex.

one,

two,

three,

four,

five,

Tzuyu stayed sitting on your base for a few seconds as she used her left to touch herself, circling around her own clit as with each and next seconds passing by, the need for air strengthened.

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

ten,

She started to frantically play with her clit as her lungs huffed up and down, desperately trying to salvage air as one of the entrances was plugged and the woman was so deep in her lust that she forgot that her nose even existed.

eleven,

twelve,

thirteen,

fourteen,

fifteen,

Tzuyu didn't forget to bob her head. Up and down motions that turned you into a groaning mess. She continued to pleasure herself while she used you to choke herself. Of course, a vampire wouldn't die because she restricted her own breathing, but her body was screaming for air. Although, the feeling of an alienated object reaching deep inside her throat… It was ecstasy.

sixteen,

seventeen,

eighteen,

nineteen,

twenty,

Soon a two dozen ticks would pass by and her knees felt weaker as each second passed by. She succumbed to the pleasure and it was all she could think about. Her eyes started to squint, tears escaped on the side while her muscles tensed up, and her body quivers.

Five more seconds and she came unannounced. Liquids desperately leak from her quim plugged by her own fingers. Her ecstasy came in like a lion as she tried holding instill.

Five soon reached ten, while she finally rose from your dick as she simultaneously unplugged her hole. Tzuyu quivered and squirted, wetting the sheets while some hit her legs and your thighs. She desperately gasped for air as she rode and savored her orgasm.

Her face looked a lot less like a charismatic vampire, but rather a dazed slut who found her favorite dick. Tzuyu unknowingly let her tongue hang out with her eyes filled with bliss and even more lust.

She came in like a lion, out not like a lamb but a hungrier being as her orgasm subsided. The woman didn't care anymore as she fully succumbed to her wanton desires and the call of her flesh.

Tzuyu dove onto you once again, pressing her body onto yours. Her nail found your skin again and she decided to showcase its sharpness—a figure to represent her first orgasm—the number one she wrote using your chest as a paper and her nail as a pen. She gave the writing a lick to soothe the pain, but that was just second to her attraction to blood.

“I’m afraid even if you don’t like it, I won’t be able to stop myself but I promise you’ll still keep your life after. Of course, you’re my property now so I’ll make sure not to break you. Don’t worry I take care of my toys well… just be a good toy or else…” A play-bite that gave a cliffhanger to her statement. This time her fangs didn't bury themselves in your flesh. Her breathing soon became erratic, she was huffing and her drool dripped down your chest.

"Or else?" You asked even though it was obvious what she meant. However, it was fear that pushed the words to leave your mouth. For the first time, you were able to move your arms, shakes were evident on your hands, and you were hesitant to even move them.

"Hug me," Tzuyu commanded and you knew you couldn't disobey her orders so you did. You wrapped her into your embrace, and for the first time, you touched her silky skin. She was cold and her body temperature wasn't normal—she was a vampire after all.

Vampires are undead.

That was what you realized. You tightened your hug with the hope your body heat transferred to her. Tzuyu clenched her fist, pressed her body against you more, and once again she bit you, making you wince in pain—the bite wasn't to allow her to drink your blood, but rather similar to when you bit your own lips.

Fear was still there but maybe if she could feel warmth more… she'll realize all of this was wrong and she'll let you go.

"Or else I'll have to dispose of you… I don't need broken toys that malfunction and don't entertain me anymore," she stated as her thighs sandwiched your hardwood—in between the tiny gap between her thighs, and dangerously near her quim. You whined as she clenched her thighs and looked at you with her crazed eyes.

Tzuyu started grinding and rubbing your cock against her thighs. Her wet lips dripped, wetting and lubing her actions. Wet popping sounds and her moans filled the air. Her sweaty body rubbed against yours as you hugged her tight, bringing an ecstatic sensation that made you mirror her.

Porcelain skin started to show some colors—rosy with the other schemes of red. Her face started to show more colors also—more expressions than her poker face and smug look so for some reason her lust-filled eyes and her agape smile were a breath of a sigh. A jarring experience it was… or rather a contradictory experience to feel such relief seeing your captor, perpetrator of rape show signs of being human.

Although she wasn't one.

Of course, all of this: her drinking your blood, kissing your lips, sucking your cock, marking your skin, and now a thighjob were all done without consent.

A pitiful excuse would be to say that she bound you with her vampiric powers, as you have been able to move for a while now. A rather more acceptable reason to say it was out of fear since she has threatened you several times now. 

It was cowardice.

Tzuyu didn't care anyway as she only ever cared for herself. Of course, she noticed the subtle shakes, the fear mirrored by the eyes, and the pumped-up heartbeats, but all she did was sate her lust and hunger—a little restraint she exerted although that doesn't mean care.

She wouldn't stop and you let her continue. As much as the brain and pride wouldn't let it, the rest of the body was honest about what it felt. 

Pleasure, pain, and shame.

Tzuyu robbed you of your dignity as she ground her hips and your cock throbbed several times in response. She hasn't even put it inside her sex, and you were already in this state.

"I can't do this anymore. I need it inside me. I need this cock of yours to fill me up. I know you will be able to satisfy me. I felt it! I imagined all of it as your cock restricted my breathing. As your cock choked me! It felt like I'm dying but I can't! I can't die! What a shame! How fragile human beings are! How fragile mortals are… you could never experience such pleasure!

Tzuyu broke your hug, sat on your thighs, and cupped your cheeks as she did her spiel. Crazed, insanity filled her words and her eyes. She then gripped your dick, lifted herself, and then aimed your member directly to her entrance.

The vampire didn't waste any second as she slammed herself onto your cock. She parted herself, she thrust herself, she impaled herself using your whole length. One second in, you were already deep inside her. Tzuyu moaned loudly, she didn't hold back—after all the initial penetration is always the most pleasurable for her.

"Yes… you fill me up so well just like how I imagined…" 

Tzuyu started to move. First, it was just her hips as she placed her palms on your chest for support. Her mouth hung open as she moved as if she was dancing. Who would have thought a vampire could become a belly dancer? 

Tzuyu moaned silently while she continued her fluid movement with a constant rhythm and speed. It wasn't rough or particularly tame, it was just right as if she wasn't frenzied for a few moments with her spiel and loud cry of pleasure. She relished it, fluidly grinding her hips forward and backward with no hurry.

Her quim clenched on your cock, she was outrageously tight… but also just as wet. Tzuyu bathe in the red light of the room as her body glistened because of sweat. A front row for you to witness such marvel and beauty, although your mind was overloaded with sensation new to you and technically you were still getting violated, but suddenly it was so bad. Looking back to her statement, ‘If only you stop being so timid, then all of this could have been just a nice dream.’

On a second thought, her sexual advances weren't so bad… except of course the biting and blood-drinking. 

After all, do you truly hate her?

Her face.

Her body.

Her luscious lips.

Could it have been Paradise?

Tzuyu went on and you started to copy her, relishing each moment and each second her pussy squelching onto your cock as she ground her hip and bucked it for her and your own pleasure.

"Tzuyu?" You called for her and she hummed as she found your gaze. Locked eyes once again, and you were given a chance to look into her once again.

"Can you make me dream nicely?" A favor that was. A white flag that means your submission. A few ounces of blood as an exchange for pleasure isn't so bad, right?

She smiled while leaning forward for a kiss. Her lips met yours once again but this time you welcomed her. Tzuyu entered, your tongue immediately found hers, and inside the oral orifice, two wet muscles started a waltz.

Close your eyes and feel her lips.

Snap.

“Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus.”

When you opened your eyes as she disconnected and leaned on you. A bridge of saliva connecting the two of you that she didn't bother with. The red lights were gone and it was dimmed, but you were able to make out her figure and most especially, her face. Rather than colors of blood, a faint illumination of blues was present.

You wandered your eyes to find the source of it, and to your left, you saw a window with the moon and stars in view. Soon your eyes adjusted to the dark, and you were able to now see that the room filled with just black and red lights to show her figure had become a rather normal room.

"I love you," she whispered and then looked into your eyes to see your reaction. It was dark yet you knew that she could see your now pinkish cheeks.

A never-ending staring contest, it was always with her. Her blue orbs just have their own gravity and you couldn’t help but stare… Tzuyu then gave you a peck before she sat straight, after all, you two were still connected in the nether regions.

"It's okay you don't have to tell me now…" Tzuyu leaned backward and instead of your chest, she used the lower part of your thighs as her support to grip on. Slower and more thoughtful, she started sliding herself off your member before impaling herself once again.

More intimate, less pleasurable, but you felt closer. You even started meeting her halfway by bucking your hips a little, gaining cute whines from the girl. Tzuyu giggled and smiled with your little participation. A little bit more proactive, but she was still in control.

That went on for a few seconds or maybe a few minutes before she changed postures once again. This time she held both of your hands as she squatted on your dick.

"Are you ready?" Tzuyu asked and you nodded. She started bouncing on your dick. Up and down, impaling herself again and again while crying out her pleasure out loud. You mirrored her, moaning her name. 

It was serendipitous.

Tzuyu moved with her own rhythm, compared to what she had been doing all night but not intended to chase each other orgasms. She kept the pace steady, pleasuring the two of you and fulfilling the need for touch and wanton desires of each other.

Her cute small breast bounced and jiggled alongside her movements. A loud popping sound echoed alongside your moans every time she hit the base of your cock. A squelching sound mixed into it results in your member stirring her insides. Most importantly, the priceless grin on her face that came from her fulfilled lust that induced her a frenzied bliss.

Soon you crunched up to a sitting position to capture her lips and pull her into a hug. You wrapped your arms around her waist and back while she placed hers on your shoulders. Another dance of the lips but this time she was playful enough to bite your lips and generous enough to let you inside her mouth.

Tzuyu continued grinding on your dick as you two became more intimate. She relished the heat of your body while pleasuring herself as you enjoyed her company and the euphoric sensation she sent through the electricity flowing in your veins.

She was electric.

As you two gasped for air, you felt each other up. She urged you to play with her tits while she continued her work on your nether regions while she left hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. No one dared to say anything and Tzuyu just guided you by directing your hands as she wanted. Either it was for you to play with her breast(pushing and pinching her nipples or squishing and massaging her breast), or her just wanting you to touch her… roam around her back or ghost on her skin.

It was just her and your touch.

Your euphoria,

and

Her luguria and concupiscentia.

From there it didn't take long before there was a build-up in your groins. The climax was near, and you knew you had to do something, but she shushed and commanded you to not be indifferent… to just keep doing what you were doing.

"I'm cumming…" you murmured and she just went on. Tzuyu was close to her second climax too. She let go of your hand and went in for a hug as she tried to chase. Her walls clenched, and her slick pussy became tighter.

"Good, let's go together," Tzuyu uttered in your ear as she slammed her hips onto the base of your cock. Tip presses against the entrance of her womb before you two went on an orgasmic clash.

Tzuyu quivered as she finally let go while you exploded inside of her. A hot splash of both semen and her juices. You relished each spurt as an ecstatic sensation overloaded your brain.

She wasn't idle as she came in violently with her own orgasm. As a delicious breeding cream filled her womb, Tzuyu became a squirming mess as she continued grinding her hips. Liquid leaked on the connection between the two of you just because her juices were stuck inside her also. 

Soon both of your highs subsided. Emptied and exhausted she went in for a kiss. Lips to lips and mouth to mouth. The connection didn't break even though she pushed you onto the bed. The fortress of sheets and pillows broke your fall, and Tzuyu found comfort in staying on top of you.

When she disconnected, she just nuzzled on your chest. Exhaustion kicked in and your eyelids felt heavier. You were still inside her as she didn't bother pulling out.

Tzuyu laid gently on your chest, smiling with her eyes… that was the last sight you saw before you closed your eyes.

Close your eyes and feel her warmth.

Snap

“Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus.”

Open your eyes.

Blinding light, an illumination to enable one to see things. A picturesque image your eyes captured the moment you open your eyes. With her sleeping face, she looked peaceful and beautiful.

You couldn't help but caress her cheek seeing that. She nestled against your palm as she felt your touch. Soon she opened her eyes, waking up from her slumber.

"Good Morning, Babe."

You returned her greeting as you two went into a staring contest. She captured your hand on her cheek as she beamed delight. She smiled and her eyes followed, making her lose that non-existent staring contest. As much as you love her smile, it hides her dirt brown orbs which you love staring at.

"I had a weird dream," you said as she hummed in response which mean, 'go ahead and tell me about it.’ Tzuyu nuzzled on your chest, her arms wrapped around your torso that you returned with your own hug.

“You were hitting on me in a cafe…” She giggled hearing the start of your story. 

“That’s weird, when we first met you were the one who approached me first.”

“Tzu, you know me… I don’t have the confidence and approaching a girl like you is close to impossible…”

“A girl like me?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“I want to hear it though.”

“A beautiful girl like—” A kiss stopped you from finishing your sentence. A peck that came out of nowhere from Tzuyu.

“So what happened after I hit on you?”

“I don’t know… suddenly I was in a bar and then you bought me a drink.”

“I don’t drink though… you’re dream is weird.” You giggled hearing her comment. All of it was true though, somehow you don’t have memories of her drinking… or even memories of your first meeting. Tzuyu is just your lover and maybe maturing in a relationship includes forgetting trivial things and just enjoying the comfort of each other’s hug.

“Haha… it gets weirder from there cause then you suddenly got upset and you choke me. The next thing I knew was you were drinking my blood.”

“I’m a vampire now?! Haha, your imagination is something else.” You left out the other parts where she used her vampiric powers to restrict your movements, eventually violating you against your will, and you succumbed to her.

It was all a dream after all.

“You know what, maybe you can be a writer because your dream has a whole plot already. But! Before you become a writer, let’s eat breakfast first.” Tzuyu was the first to slip out of your hug and get out of bed. She was about to leave the room when you stopped her by grabbing her hand.

“Tzu… fix yourself first! Brush your teeth…” She pouted but she did as you said and headed to the bathroom. You followed her, still drowsy and sleepy. When you arrived at the restroom, the sink was already on and you could hear her brushing her teeth. Even though you nagged her to fix herself, you were lazy yourself and instead of copying her, you sneaked a hug from her back.

“Yah~ you nag me about trying to laze but here you are just clinging to me. Mister, you straighten your back, stop being lazy, brush your teeth, and wash that drool off your face,” Tzuyu teased as she continued. You couldn’t retort, it was a surprise that you arrived there with your eyes still closed. Now that she said it, of course you don’t have a choice but to do as she said.

As much as you don’t want to, you let go of your hug and ‘straightened your back’ as she said. You reached for your toothbrush and the toothpaste by the sink, but when you finally face the mirror and opened your eyes.

She had no reflection.

-END-

Author note: Who would have thought my first commissions is a vampire story right? Hehe I hope it turned out alright. Please leave a comment and maybe cut me some slack to some parts I overlooked while editing. More of these to come in the future? Check out my blogsite for details about commissions.

[noblenobi]

Try me again (Jo Yuri)

For everyone inside your social circle, which included your friends and family, it was completely baffling to see an idol of distinct popularity act completely childish whenever she’s around you, but not to Jo Yuri. It was her favorite thing to do during her downtime and primary method of keeping your attention on her. She was unabashedly bratty in front of the cameras, and this behavior was usually exaggerated for the oblivious viewer who didn’t know better. 

When they’re turned away, however, was when this troublesome trait was at its most extreme. 

Yuri relished every opportunity to get both of you in some close calls, when there were more opportunities by the public to see the real her. Maintaining a reputable and clean celebrity image meant nothing to her with you around. She wanted to keep herself entertained at your expense, even if it meant that you’d both be found in plain sight.

The ones closest to you, both your acquaintances and hers, did their part in keeping you two a secret—everyone, except Yuri herself.

With only a few days until her next comeback, Yuri suggested that you both go out on a date together. You agreed, under the belief that she was taking serious preparation ahead of her tight schedules, so you assumed that she had no opportunities to fool around before then. 

As you walk together hand in hand, your momentum is halted by a red light. On a building across the intersection, a large electronic billboard plays a promotional clip of her next release, presenting her colorful charms on a massive scale. You ogle at her big projection with wondrous, sparkling eyes. Every time she appears on screen, you have nothing but admiration for her. Regardless of how occasionally vexing she might be, you maintain a big sense of pride to have someone like her as your girlfriend.

You could stare at those round, sweet eyes of hers all day long. However, Yuri seems to feel the exact opposite.

“Hey, stop staring at my cute face, you silly dummy!” Her sudden echoed voice draws your attention away from the large billboard. Tilt your head to the right and she’s no longer beside you. 

She shouts again, a little louder this time. “Over here, you dumbo!”

Look straight ahead to find Yuri, who’s already on the other side of the intersection. She jumps up and down like an energetic child, flailing her arms around, demanding every ounce of your attention. She has shown no signs of such erratic behavior with her staff; it’s only when she’s with you. A quick glance of the pedestrian signal and you find yourself racing against the clock. It slowly ticks down as it flashes white, blinking along with the timer. 

Five, four, three, two—

And one.

You manage to swiftly cross through the other side right as the walk sign changes to a red stop, narrowly avoiding the bumper of a speeding vehicle, whose driver angrily presses his horn in frustration. Turning to the car, you gesture and blurt out a quick ‘Sorry!’ as he continues to honk out his grievance at you. The unidentifiable person drives past the intersection, taking no heed to your apology as you place a hand against your rapidly thumping heart in relief.

“Dummy! You almost got yourself hurt. Hmph.” Yuri pouts with crossed arms as you calm down from the brief but sharp spike in stress.

“I have to blame you for that,” you say, deeply huffing from your chest as you stare at her with a grimace and a raised eyebrow.

“Why? Because I’m the one who’s not paying attention?” she rebuffs sarcastically.

“No, because you’re so cute.” You look directly into her eyes, which causes her cheeks to blush a burning red.

Without a response or retort, Yuri tilts her head away from you with a bigger pout on her lips, proving your point. Your giggle of victory turns into a hearty laugh. You’ve managed to get one back on her without the subsequent conflict going off the rails, which is how it usually ends up—a rare feat that you’ll fondly look back on.

Putting that small incident behind, the two of you continue to casually stroll around the city. Your mind reverts back to mindless observation of the nearby stores and shops, eventually landing your gaze on a familiar face—Choi Yena. Except she isn’t physically there, but as the face of some makeup brand. You wonder why Yuri doesn’t invite her over, even though they’re both incredibly close friends. Maybe it’s because she’s that clingy to you that she won’t allow anyone else to have you, or that she’s probably doing her own thing as well. Before you know it, you’re overthinking and analyzing every possible theory over such a random picture of her, but that’s how much Yuri has affected you. Every little move she does is unpredictable, so you have to keep yourself on your toes.

“Why haven’t we invited Yena to come over and hang out?” you ask Yuri, completely oblivious to the notion that she’s secretly gone off again. 

The lack of a response causes you to look away, and sure enough, she’s nowhere to be found again. No loud, attention seeking yell to call you back this time around. As you look around to try and catch a hint of her, you hear raucous echoes and cheers from a distance.

“Way to go!” One man shouts.

“You’re a natural at this!” Another yells with emphatic claps.

Turning your head the other way, you find a group of men on an unused paved road converted into a street court. Six tall, athletic dudes surround a small figure holding a ball at the center of their circle. Half of them are dressed in matching black jerseys and shorts, while the other half are in contrasting white uniforms. They are cheerfully applauding the person in the ball, who stands out quite prominently among the boys with her short stature and eye-catching outfit.

When you realize who they’re lauding, your heart drops.

Immediately you rush onto the court while screaming from the top of your lungs, “Yuri!”

Instantly recognizing your voice, her cute, endearing smile and gaze from one of the boys in white turns to you. You put the brakes on right as you close in on her, stopping short of running into her. Her lovely expressions maintain their tenderness as you approach her. Planting your hands to your knees, you huff deep, heavy breaths as you gather yourself once again. She’s calm, composed, and happy, oblivious to your panicky concern toward her.

“Hey, babe! What’s up?” she asks innocently.

“What are you doing?” you deflect her question right back at her, looking up to her with a cocked eyebrow, still panting and gasping for air.

“Not much!” Yuri twirls the ball around her index finger, only for it to fall as soon as she tries it. “I saw these guys playing and it looked really fun! Right, guys?”

“Yes!” All six players shout in unison, unanimously backing their new friend.

One of the men in an all-black uniform picks up the dropped ball, then hands it back to Yuri. She throws a wide, beaming grin and flirty wink at him as a little reward. “Come on! I think you should play too.” 

There’s really not much you can do to curve your way out of this situation, especially with a crew of able-bodied, buffed stalwarts on her side. 

Accepting defeat, you sigh, then you examine your shoes. Thankfully, you’ve decided to wear sneakers instead of dress shoes. After checking your footwear, you look around to try and size up your competition, only to realize that these dudes are noticeably taller than you. One way or another, you’ve already lost.

“All right,” you say as you extend your hand out to receive the ball, directing your gaze at every single player on the court, one at a time. “Whose side am I on?”

Yuri hands over the ball to you while the men gather in their own circle to discuss quietly. Just as she places it on your hands, she huskily whispers right in your ear.

“Good luck, daddy.”

——————

Needless to say, your distinct physique, improper outfit for sports, and lack of playing experience put you at a huge disadvantage. You were essentially a nonfactor throughout the entire game. Every drive to the rim for a layup was blocked, most jump shots ended up as either airballs or bricks, and the opposing team used your inability to defend to their advantage by exploiting you in isolation. The worst was when someone crossed you up, leaving you to eat pavement as he drilled the jumper, causing a raucous reaction from everyone on the court. 

As the play went on, you wandered away from the prospect of winning and was thoroughly convinced that Yuri set you up for humiliation as payback for that comment you made to her earlier. That was another thing that took your attention away from the match—she was on the stands, watching your every move so intently. Every time you took a glimpse at her direction, she seemingly was looking mischievous, quietly cackling and smirking at you, occasionally throwing a playful wink in there as well. 

You weren’t fully certain of your suspicion yet, but near the very end, you absolutely believed it. 

As the game winded down, Yuri started to fiddle with her jeans with each passing glance. Little by little, she began to press the denim garment down her petite body, showing tiny hints of black underwear hidden within. She wasn’t even remotely subtle about her intent; her wandering glazed eyes that occasionally looked at her handiwork below, the fiery blush of her cheeks, and the wicked, naughty smug expressions on her features were the evidence you needed to confirm your intuition.

And yet, despite all that, you couldn’t look away from her. It wasn’t until a teammate passed you the ball and shouted that drew your head back into the game. She was almost there, too, her jeans a quarter of the way down, her panties in full view, and her back arched against the chained metal fence. Hate her as much as you want, but she always knew how to lure your gaze in.

By some miracle, both teams are tied on the scoreboard, with your squad on offense. The ball ends up in your hands. Seeing you brick every single attempt so far has made the enemy complacent and lax on defense. They firmly believe you’ll miss this next one again. The paint is covered by four bodies, and your teammates have at least one defender close to their proximity, leaving you no choice but to shoot.

Without hesitation, deafening your ears from background noise, you throw the ball towards the hoop. As you jump and release it from your hands, time seemingly comes to a near standstill. All eyes direct their gaze on the ball that will decide the fate of both teams. It continues to rise high in the air as it flies toward the rim, each second lasting an eternity, even as it begins to descend toward its designated landing spot.

Your heart races wildly as it inches closer and closer toward the net. You know well that if it misses, the blame will be placed on you. With widened eyes, you watch, and watch, and watch—

…

…

…

Swish.

At that moment, your mind blanks out and shuts down. You’re still under the impression that the ball is on its way down. Meanwhile, your teammates leap and run toward you in victory. Even as they gather around you and one of them even lifts you up as their hero and savior, you still can’t process a single bit of what’s happening. You have no idea how to react to this win. 

Was that actually you who did that?

As your teammate lowers you down again, your mind starts to function again. Surrounded by everyone, your opponents give you daps of respect while whispering “Good game” and your partners throw fervent handshakes at you. Still, you’re unable to muster up a word or react appropriately, as noted by the neutral, unfazed, and wordless expression on your face. 

Unbelievable. 

Finally, the boys part to the side as Yuri runs over with outstretched arms, then envelops you in a tight bear hug. She showers kisses all over your drenched, sweaty face, leaving pink lipstick marks all over you. Her face shines with utter delight; a wide smile on her features and her bright eyes meet you in an endearing, tender gaze.

“You did it! You did it!” she cheers enthusiastically as she holds you close to her. Then as she wraps you close to her, she whispers in your ear, “Great work, daddy.”

You regain a semblance of a functioning mouth when you quietly reply, “Let’s go home.”

—————

Surprisingly, the walk home was quiet and uneventful. Although Yuri was always several steps ahead of you, she never pulled away or tried anything remotely troublesome. She would occasionally look back at you with a cheeky, beaming smile and with childlike eyes, but that’s about it. 

Half an hour later you both returned to your apartment. Yuri immediately rushes in once you unlock the door while you follow and close it behind you once you step inside your own flat. 

As Yuri jumps around the living room gleefully, singing random gibberish, you remain standing on the front door, staring intently at her. Since leaving the court, you’ve kept a relatively emotionless, cold look on your face. Additionally, you were also radio silent, never uttering a single word or sound from your lips. She assumed you were merely exhausted and had little concern about your sudden change in behavior.

Until a sharp, stern word escapes your breath, full of authority.

“Yuri.”

She stops jumping in place to face you, still blissfully unaware of how you really feel.  

“What is it?” she innocently asks. 

“Bedroom. Now.”

—————

Like a victim held hostage, Yuri wastes no time in following your command. Gone is her energetic, whimsical attitude, replaced by one of fear and dread. You trail close behind as she enters your personal quarters first. Once you’re in there too, you slam the door shut with a sonorous thud, followed by a gentle click of the knob to lock it tight. 

Yuri turns around to meet your piercing, sharp glare. She’s never felt terrified of you until now. 

She takes a step backward with each little trot you make, until she’s cornered by the edge of the bed. Taking a quick glimpse behind her then back to you, she gently raises her hands in surrender.

“What are you gonna do? Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers, wobbly and quietly. Any hint of liveliness and energy in her voice and body language is nowhere to be found.

Tilt your head and size her up, from head to toe. Her tight jeans are back on, like she didn’t test your patience wearing it. That’s your first observation. 

Maintaining your strict, authoritarian inflection, you reply, “Take those stupid clothes off.”

She trembles as your ironclad voice sends tingles down her spine, but this doesn’t excuse her from complying right away. Yuri lifts her red, sleeveless crop top over head, exposing her perky cleavage behind a black bra, giving you a nice view of her well-endowed breasts. The jeans that plagued and taunted you for hours swiftly come off shortly after, leaving her in just color matching dark lingerie and underwear. 

You despised how Yuri wore very showy and skimpy clothing whenever you’re out together, but it also made undressing her much sexier.

Yuri continues to fidget uncontrollably right before you, but even more so when you steadily approach her. Your stare wanders all over her exposed body, providing your eyes with a much needed visual treat. Walking right beside her to scan her back, you continue to examine her thoroughly like a patient. To you, she was in need of a cure of her annoying, frustrating, borderline inexcusable behavior.

Whispering in her ear, you command, “Bed.”

Without hesitation, she immediately turns around to dive onto your mattress. She knows she’s in deep trouble and any more mistakes on her part would signal more severe, damning punishment. 

As she tries to get comfortable on your mattress, you join her in her nakedness, ridding yourself of your own clothes and leaving them in an easily forgettable pile. Taking your boxers and belt from the heap, you loom over her as she sits in the middle of the bed. She meets your stare with hers. Frightened by your intimidating gaze, tears begin to form on her eyes. Your glare is so magnetic that she can’t even look away and notice your raging erection down below, already throbbing and leaking precum.

“I’m so done with you, Yuri,” you say to her. “Or should I say, fucking brat.”

She gulps her throat as her dignity grows smaller and smaller with each passing second. She never once thought that you had limits too, and that she’s broken said limits with her little stunt.

“Close your eyes.” You hiss at her, to which she immediately complies. “Now lie down.”

If there’s anything you can take from this, it’s that Yuri can be a good listener, but only when she wants to be. Of course, she’d often act rebellious and throw some snide remarks or outright refuse to heed your command, but not here—not when you have a dead serious attitude toward her.

With Yuri splayed out on your bed, you’ve never felt more compelled to ravage and ruin her immediately. However, that would be no fun if you got on with the act right away. So you intend to weaken her will even further first. 

Gently gather her arms together at the center of her waist, then bind her wrists tightly with your belt, preventing any hand movement. Afterward, you put on your boxers over her shiny, sheened face. The wafting scent of your cum, which has partially stained your briefs, causes Yuri to go crazy almost immediately.

“Mmph! Mwaagh! Hnnggh!” 

Yuri is reduced to nothing but muffled whines with resistance to the smell of your wet cock. She tries to pull her hands apart, but to no avail thanks to your tightly wrapped makeshift cuffs. She’s never been in a more vulnerable, weak position than ever before.

“Fucking hell, Yuri. I’m really sick of you being a complete and utter tease,” you comment as she helplessly struggles to free herself from your binds. For the first time since you’ve been home, your tone shifts from cold to casual. She can hear you over her own restrained whimpers as your boxers don’t cover her ears.

While she squirms and wriggles about on your bed, you look through the drawers beside the mattress to grab a pair of particular items. Then, you return to the center of the bed as her legs flail around freely while the rest of her light frame is limited to their makeshift restraints. Quietly hopping on the bed to join her, you begin to spread her legs apart as Yuri grows wilder with lust, trembling and shaking with need.

Yuri doesn’t know exactly where you are, nor does she know what you will do. She also doesn���t know what hits her when she suddenly shrieks as her body courses with pleasure engulfing all five of her senses. 

Peeling her underwear off partially to reveal her clean bush and open pussy, you then insert the dildo you retrieved into her dripping hole. Normally, this item would never see the light of day, but for once, it finally finds some relevance inside Jo Yuri. Even though it’s not the real thing, she grunts and whines as if you were actually pumping in her, which you technically are. 

Yuri vibrates and rocks even more as your hand studiously works to rub the toy in and out of her cunt. You hiss, grunt, and clench your teeth, trying to sell a make believe act. Her breasts bounce and jiggle behind her cleavage—an almost perfect sight if not for the lingerie holding them back. So while she’s completely drowning under your essence and euphoria, you lift her from the bed at a certain angle, then you unhook her bra and slip it off her. 

Not just the bra, you realize, but the underwear needs to come off too. Both garments are tossed off the bed after being problematic eyesores for so long.

Yuri still doesn’t have a clue that you’re merely using a toy to pleasure her, but with how she reacts and how there’s a puddle of slick on the sheets around her pussy, she might as well have been taking cock from you. 

For a moment, you contemplate whether or not you want to fill her up with the real thing.Then you ultimately decide not to, at least not yet.

Returning to her widely spread, trembling legs, you continue to piston the soaked dildo inside her, pumping her faster and faster. Yuri is powerless as she continues to scream into your muffled boxers, unable to do anything to defend herself from such overwhelming sensory overload. You continue to moan along as a way to tease her in retaliation for what she’s been doing to you repeatedly, giving her a taste of her own medicine. 

As the pool of wet juices spreads lower and lower on the bed, you relentlessly assault every fiber of Yuri with nothing but your essence, allowing no breathing room as you switch between thrusting the rubber inside her drenched cunt and brushing it against her sensitive, messy slit. Even though it’s only been around less than ten minutes, you’ve finished your fair share of mucking about. Time to give her what she really wants.

You then remove your boxers off her head, expecting her eyes to open. They don’t. She’s too weak and inundated by bodily pleasure to move a muscle after you finish toying her. Hovering over her deflated head as she tries to gather oxygen for her lungs, you line your hard shaft over her mouth slowly, positioning your body inverted against hers, until your cockhead protrudes her soft, pink lips, making you gasp with surprise. 

With your head between her legs, you dive tongue first into her tunnel while your cock begins to bounce up and down her throat. Yuri’s moans are quieter and constrained as you suffocate her with dick, thrusting and spearing until your base hits her lips. Meanwhile, you lift her thighs over your arms as you lick and swirl her sore nub, pleasuring her sensitive spots. She continues to provide very little in terms of defiance, her hands still firmly bound to your belt and her strength completely depleted by sensory pleasure. 

In the end, this is what she wanted, right?

Regardless of how she feels, you maintain a steadfast pace, both in eating her out as well as slamming your shaft in her mouth. The bed rocks along with your hasty, frantic movement as you can feel that tight knot in your chest grow with every thrust. What little saliva she has left coats your cockhead and half of your dick as Yuri remains motionless and practically unresponsive to you. 

It ultimately doesn’t matter as you continue to relish in her weakness, lapping up more of her slick as it gushes onto you and you meet a timely climax.

“Gonna fucking cum.” 

Your end goes completely unheard and unnoticed as you orgasm deep in her mouth. Ropes of thick, warm seed flush down her throat as your legs quiver and tremble on the edges of the bed, while you stick your dick deep in her gullet so as to not let a single fleck of semen go to waste. 

When you finally come down from your peak, you withdraw your cock, coated in her saliva, from her mouth with a sloppy plop. Yuri remains completely flat on the bed, her chest breathing heavily while the rest of her body shudders from the continuous surge of ecstasy. Allowing her some time to recover, you hop off the mattress, then reposition yourself back in, hovering over her splayed, tired, but beautiful figure. Even in her limp state, she looks so gorgeous, innocent, and uncharacteristically pure. 

Brushing off her messy, long hair away on her partially stained face, you check if Yuri’s fallen unconscious. She’s been soundless since you’ve begun messing around with her. It takes a few moments, but she eventually opens an eye, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Mngh, daddy.” Amazingly, she manages to mutter a gentle word out too. For a moment you thought you’d done enough to shut her up, but it appears that you’ve not done enough.

“How’s my bratty slut doing?” you huskily whisper into her ear, just enough to send chills down her spine. “If I knew a little cock down your throat was all that was needed to shut you up, I’d have left you completely mute.”

“You fuck me so well, daddy.” Yuri’s hands caress your shoulders up and down. “I’ve really been a bad girl, and I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t wear you down.”

The game did not wear you down at all. In actuality, it’s Yuri’s antics that drain you, and you know full well a sweet little apology won’t cut it—not this time.

As if reading your mind, she begs, “Punish me, daddy. I don’t deserve your cum anywhere inside me.”

That would usually be how you’d discipline Yuri—by not letting her get what she wants. Thankfully, you have other plans in mind, with one in particular forming since you rushed onto that court.

Without a verbal response, you tenderly kiss her chin, then down her neck, the center of her chest, her belly, until you reach her moist crotch, eliciting a quiet, airy moan out of her. Then, cock in hand, you line your stiffening shaft against her slit as Yuri lightly squirms and convulses, still visibly spent and affected from your dildo. 

Three minutes was far too generous already.

And so, with a grunt, you ease yourself into her tight walls as they immediately pulsate and suffocate your shaft. Even with the presence of phallic rubber shoved in her beforehand, she still feels so warm, hot, and heavenly to the senses. After savoring the brief blissful wave of her cunt, you tuck her legs around your waist in a lock, and finally fill her with the real thing. 

This time, you’re determined to finish the job at hand. You give both you and her very little space or air, thrusting in her as deep as you can, as fast as you can. Comfort was last place in your priority bracket, instead all your energy is spent on your primary goal: to leave a complete ruin. Yuri is once again reduced to nothing but a powerless, jerky flesh toy, with her only functioning part being a mouth that continually whimpers and moans with each frenetic pump. 

Your eyes laser in on her bouncy breasts, prompting one of your hands to grab and press her thick mound. Leaving your hips on autopilot, you lean down on her as you continue to fuck her senseless, gasping and sighing with pleasure as you intend to end Yuri once and for all. 

“I bet you were thinking of having all their dicks fill your every hole, right?” you rasp in her ear. 

She whines and quivers, but doesn’t provide you a proper answer. 

After kissing the side of her nape, leaving your tongue and teeth’s signatures on her skin, you bounce back to her ear. 

“I bet you didn’t want Yena to know about this—about our secret, because you know deep down in your heart that she’d be a better cockslut than you. That’s why you ran when I asked about her, right?”

She remains unresponsive beyond moans as your chilly breath gives her shudders. Your dick is still hard at work pounding her, slowing down in tempo as soon as you begin to interrogate her, but still plunges deep inside her womb nonetheless.`

You proceed to peck, caress, and fondle parts of her sweaty, sexy body as Yuri takes every inch of you without any rebuttal. Licking and taking a whole breast into your mouth makes her cry out a sudden shriek—the loudest she’s been in hours. Other tit firmly in the grasp of your palm, you send a message that tells her you’re the only one for her. 

“Slut,” you hiss against her chest before pulling yourself away. “You really want this cock or what?”

Yuri’s still incapable of producing a sound more than an erotic whine. Her legs twitch and dangle as you continue to hammer away at her warm, gooey pussy, your second climax rapidly approaching. 

“Mmrpghh.”

“What’s that? Can’t hear you, babe.” You reply tauntingly as you quicken your thrusts again. 

“Dddnghh.” 

You can see her lips shift around to form the words she wants to say, but she’s deafened out by the bed’s steady creaking and wet flesh slapping. 

“D-d-d-daddy,” she mumbles very faintly. She’s barely hanging on, unable to move a muscle, yet she still feels just as needy as ever. “F-f-finish—aaaggghhh!”

Before she gets to complete what she wants to say, her next climax gets the best of her, leaving her a mewling, wanton mess—yet that one word is all that’s needed for you to form the pieces together. 

Through her orgasmic surge, with your cock freshly coated with another gushing wave of slick, you steadfastly pound and drill your way to your own end. As you feel yourself fly over the edge, using whatever willpower you have left, you remember your promise from before. So, right as you plunge deep into her womb once more, inches from crossing that invisible line, you quickly withdraw from her ruined hole as she cries out in shock, then you fire away. Using her belly as your canvas, you pump thick, viscous shots of semen on her glistening, sweaty flesh. You groan in steadily-increasing volume with each quick but intense throb, controlling your shaft with your hand so as to not let a single fleck drop anywhere other than her skin. Most of her chest, stomach, and even up to her collarbones and neck—every part of her, you fill with your mark, your essence, you.

A quick look at the windows and it’s still broad daylight. Bouncing off her leg lock around your waist, you waste no time to harden your shaft again. From behind, between her chest, and between her legs, the rest of the afternoon passes by without a second thought as you repeatedly take her in almost every position imaginable until your body completely gives in. By sunset, she’s on her backside, completely unconscious and fast asleep, while you lay beside her, eyes aimlessly staring at the ceiling and your lungs heavily spent, gathering much needed air. 

At the end of it all, everything but the pillows is completely soiled in wet juices and sweat, the smell of endless sex emanates throughout the room, and Yuri’s whole body is painted entirely with your seed, except for one thing: her pussy. 

She doesn’t deserve your cum inside her after all; it’s what she said and wanted, anyway.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

(A/N: I was working on another thing (perhaps you'll see that next after this) until I hit a roadblock. Then I realized Jo Yuri was having a comeback. Combine that with those music video teasers and ultimately the video itself, and I knew that I had to do something with her again. Sure enough, Seen Through Glass is considered one of my best pieces, so it was difficult to figure out where to take things from there, but Yuri made things a lot easier. Thank you for reading!)

[noblenobi]

Ready To Go

"Let's get out of here."

The whisper you leave next to Chaeyoung's ear has her taking in a sharp gasp of air through her teeth. You take a moment to smirk at the mark you've left on her neck—she definitely would need to cover that up. You don't even mind that she might hit you later for it—she's the prettiest marked all over, across her delicious thighs, her beautiful neck, over her wonderful breasts. Lee Chaeyoung is always the prettiest when she's under you, begging for more.

"W—What about the party?" You chuckle at Chaeyoung's confusion. Even after she'd been your bodyguard for a year, she still opposed your devil-may-care attitude. Even though the party was relatively important—many big investors were here, after all—you knew your ever-dependable Vice President could take care of things in your absence. You could afford to take a rain check on this. 

"When have I ever given a shit, Chaeng? I have even less of a reason to, especially when you're already so horny for me."

A whine escapes Chaeyoung's lips at your words. You admire your bodyguard once more—her shirt a mess from your desire to touch her. It hangs open, wrinkled and crumpled from your earlier movements to strip her, your need to feel her breasts underneath the black bra she has on during your sneaky makeout dictating your movements. The same black bra is pushed up to expose the perky breasts you so adore, and a rush of arousal floods your system at the sight of the submissive girl half naked in public, her thighs rubbing against the other for some stimulation.

You want to ruin your girl even more, and you can't wait any longer. 

"Don't even think of buttoning that shirt, Chaeng. I'm going to tear it off you if you even button on one single button." 

You lean to her ear. 

"You look so pretty naked like that."

"Yes, Sir." Chaeyoung whimpers. Her wavering voice makes you smile. Wonderful. 

"Let's go." You grab her hand and lead her through the corridors of the building you're in. You know the corridors like the back of your hand—hell, it'd be surprising if you didn't, because you owned the damn building. A few twists and turns takes you to the carpark, and you button Chaeyoung's blazer up to protect her modesty—no one's to see her body but you. Your driver nods to you, and he pulls the door of the car open, and you let Chaeyoung in first before stepping in yourself. A cursory check—privacy shield in place—and you nod your thanks to the staff member. He nods back, the door closes, and you're back to attending to Chaeyoung. 

Pull the blazer open. Lunge at her, start to work a second mark on her neck. Chaeyoung's loud moan has your cock throbbing within your pants. Fuck, you can't wait to finally fuck her once you're home. Your hands slide over her breasts again—you just can't get enough of touching them—and a pinch of her nipples has her gasping for air. You know Chaeyoung's panties are ruined, and you love it, love how turned on she always is under your touch. You're her weakness just as much as she is yours. 

"Fuck, I can't wait to finally tear your clothes off you, Chaeng. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll scream, you hear me?"

"Fuck, yes, Sir!" There goes her name for you. The name that shows her deference to you. You love hearing her call you that, but you'd love her calling you anything anyway. Lee Chaeyoung is a lovely woman. 

Your hands move to her belt. Her own intercepts yours as she fumbles with it clumsily, her haste a result of her need for your touch. Her fingers constantly block yours as she attempts to undo the buckle, and you give her a soft kiss just under her earlobe. 

"Relax, Chaeng. Let me."

The girl relaxes, and you undo her belt seconds later. The button on her pants follows next, and then the zipper. The girl shudders beneath you when you finally slide a hand underneath all those pesky clothes to cup her drenched core, a deep moan of relief released from her throat. With two fingers, you part her tight walls, slick rushing to coat your digits, and you connect your lips to hers in another deep kiss as you wreak havoc on her body with your ministrations between her legs. Chaeyoung moans so sultrily, so deeply lost in the relief and pleasure of you fingering her. 

"Sir, please, faster, please!"

You chuckle and oblige to your bodyguard's request. You curl both fingers within her wet pussy to brush against the rough patch at the top of her walls, and the girl beneath you bucks wildly, her G-spot so damn sensitive. You rest a hand behind her head to protect her from hitting the glass of the window, and you lower yourself to her ear. 

"You're so sexy right now, you know that, Chaeng? I'm so fucking hard for you, shit… Are you gonna cum for me? Are you gonna cum over my fingers like a good girl should?"

"Yes, yes, please make me cum Sir, please make me cum!"

A nibble on her earlobe and a few more strokes sends Chaeyoung over the edge. Her body quakes beneath you as gushes of girl cum spray against your palm, between the gaps of your fingers. A dark wet spot grows in size on her pants as she squirts in them, her hips rolling in her seat, eyes unfocused and glassy as her unfiltered moans fill the car. You groan loudly at the sights and sounds of Chaeyoung orgasming so hard, your cock twitching and straining against your clothes. You wish you were balls deep in her already, pumping load after load into her body. Fuck, you really need to breed her, to fill her with cum, to fuck her full of your seed. 

The car halts, and two knocks on the door signify your arrival back home. You hurriedly help Chaeyoung make herself presentable before you open the door yourself. Your driver turns away with a slight grin, and you whisper your thanks to him for the smooth ride when you exit with Chaeyoung, which he nods to. You tug your bodyguard by her wrist, pulling her into your home. When the door shuts tightly, the locks sliding into place, Chaeyoung is all over you, tearing her own clothes off already, eager to finally get it on. You're no different either—both you and Chaeyoung leave a trail of clothes from the door all the way to your room, and you nearly break the door open with how desperate you are to finally have your way with her. 

Finally.

"Eep!" Chaeyoung squeals when you lift her up and almost throw her on the bed. She spreads her legs wide open for you almost instinctively, her thighs and cunt dripping from her earlier orgasm. With both hands, she reaches under her legs to spread her labia open, her cunt clenching with every word she speaks. 

"Fuck me, Sir, please, please make me scream, make me scream as I cum over that cock, please…"

You growl and lunge for her. Chaeyoung yelps when you force her legs open wider, and the pure aggression in your eyes causes a rush of wetness to flow from her pussy, down her skin. You slap your hard cock on her wet cunt, and with one aggressive thrust, you force her cunt to take your entire length, then over and over and over.

"Oh, fuck, FUCK! Yes, yes, fuck me, Sir, fuck me just like that! Your cock feels so good fucking me like that, Sir, please fuck me more, please fuck me more!"

"That's fucking right, Chaeng, beg me. Beg for my cock. You're such a good girl, you're such a perfect little cockslut for me. You're my best girl, you take me so well like that, all tight and pretty for me. You made me so horny, you know that? You were so pretty, so fucking hot in that suit, all dressed up earlier. Fuck, finally I get to fuck you like I wanted."

Chaeyoung doesn't reply—she's lost in the pleasure, moaning, gasping, whining. However, her pussy grips you so tightly, almost as if unwilling to even let you exit for another hard thrust. You fight through Chaeyoung's resistance every time, thrust after thrust pounding her pliant body. She attempts to fuck herself back on your cock every time. 

"Don't stop, Sir, don't stop, please, please, don't stop until I cum, please…"

No need for words—you plant your hands next to Chaeyoung's shoulders, holding yourself up over her body as she wraps her legs tightly around your hips. Your core burns with how hard you pound her, and while you want to keep going on for more, you know you won't last longer than this round, no matter how horny you are. 

"I'm going to fuck all my cum into you, Chaeng. I'm going to fucking breed you."

"Oh my God, yes, please, Sir, get me pregnant, make me carry your child! Creampie my pussy, fill me with all of it, please, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum, I'm—!"

Chaeyoung's body goes rigid before she spasms beneath you, a scream ripping through her body when she squirts hard, a strong gush of her release spraying against your skin. Instantly, you spread her legs wide open and fuck harder into her while leaning back, your eyes fixated on the sight of your bodyguard in pure ecstacy, the pleasure from her orgasm having taken control of her entire body. Chaeyoung arches her back, her hips bucking wildly as gush after gush of squirt sprays high into the air. Chaeyoung's release rains down upon the both of you, and the visual of her enjoying orgasmic bliss and your breeding of her orgasming body brings you to orgasm as well. 

Shot after shot after shot of thick cum erupts from your tip, fucked deep into her body with every hard thrust you send into her quaking walls. You keep fucking Chaeyoung hard throughout her orgasm, moaning her name just as loudly as she calls for you. Warm pulse after warm pulse of cum fires deep into Chaeyoung's womb, some of it even overflowing out of her fuckhole onto the bed, mixing with the stains she leaves. Pleasure washes all over you—her pussy so damned tight around your cock, even tighter than earlier—and you give her every last drop you can offer. 

When you collapse next to Chaeyoung, she crawls into your arms and engages in a soft cuddle. You wrap your arms around your bodyguard, and she snuggles into your embrace. 

"Thank you, honey."

"I love you, Chaeng."

Bodyguard, boss, yours, hers. 

[noblenobi]

Truth or Dare (IVE Yujin)

Massive thank you to @gammasnippets for making me down bad for Yujin in a way, and to @writerpeach for beta-reading.

“Alright, any questions?” You’re met with silence though not unexpected. Everyone in the class is pretty smart (well, except for that one oddity), so it’s only normal that they don’t raise any concerns regarding such a simple topic. “Alright, if that’s the case, that’s it for today’s lecture. Have a good rest of the day and I’ll see you tomorrow—oh, Ahn Yujin please stay after the class.”

A hustle starts to form in the lecture hall as the students begin packing their belongings before taking their leave. Throughout the commotion Yujin remains seated, clearly dumbfounded by your sudden demand.

It takes minutes for the vicinity to be empty; the two of you being the exceptions. You watch as Yujin strolls down the stairs headed to your desk, the innocent look on her face starkly contrasts her terrible grades.

“You were looking for me, sir?”

“Mhm, I wanted to talk to you about your grades so far.”

“What about it, sir?”

“You’re aware that you’re on the verge of failing this subject, yes?” You instinctively raise your voice as you scan through the name list, the numbers in red under one particular name is your destination. “Look, you’re about two screw-ups away from having to retake this subject in the next semester. Do you know what that implies? Late graduation, terrible GPA, and a waste of your parents’—”

“I’m sowwie...” You didn’t expect to be interrupted, though it serves you well by reminding you that you might’ve been too harsh with your words. Yujin stands still. Her hands overlap as she stares at her shoes. Pair that with a lip bite and you could tell that she’s sulky.

“I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” Desperation fills your tone as a dickhead lecturer is the last thing you wished to be painted as. “Do you want to tell me why you haven’t been putting in any effort in your studies?”

Yujin looks up at you. Her teeth still sunken in her lips but now a mischievous grin takes over her previous expression. Dubbed as the naughty puppy by her classmates for a reason; you know that whatever is going on in her head—it’s probably not good.

“I don’t want to.”

“What?”

“I’ll only tell you if you play a game of truth or dare with me.”

“What?” A repetition here to emphasize that you absolutely don’t know what she’s up to—

“Come on sir, truth or dare?”

—but fuck it, you’ll just play right into whatever cards she has. “Fine, I’ll bite. Truth.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“How does that relate to our conversation?”

“And how does that relate to our game of truth or dare?” Yujin’s grin only widens to a point that her orbs almost disappear between her eyelids.

“... I don’t.” You give Yujin a glare of annoyance, secretly hoping that it’s sufficient to conceal the disappointment behind your words. “Your turn now. Tell me, why do you not study for your exams?”

“Hey! I didn’t even choose truth!” Yujin is loud all of a sudden; you’re puzzled as to why she’s insisting on playing the game. “But now that you’ve already asked a question, I’ll choose dare. Hehe.”

Oldest trick in the book. “Then I’ll dare you to tell me the reason behind you not preparing for your papers.”

“Tch. You’re so lame.” She returns the look of irritation. “Fine, I just don’t like studying, okay? If I wanted to have good results I would’ve chosen a better college instead of this good-for-nothing of a college that is all about making money. I’m just here, you know, trying to have fun—living my best life as a young adult before the reality that is employment screws me over. Also because your subject is just too boring.”

“Ouch.”

“Now onto the topic of having fun…” Yujin hops to take a seat on your desk, knocking your phone off the platform to which she shows no remorse about. She grabs your tie and tightens it against your neck—forming both a physical and a mental chokehold on you—and then uses it to bring your face closer to hers. “Truth or dare, sir?”

Her gaze is too sultry; you know this is spiralling way out of control. Try to come up with a response, you can’t. You need to struggle your way out of her grasp, you can’t. You need to say no—

“Dare.”

—you can’t.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

“… Yujin, we cannot do this. I have my morals as a—”

“Really? Morals? That’s a shame.”

Yujin lets go of your tie; your back lands against the wooden chair—the impact has never been this much of a pain. “Guess I’ll have fun on my own then.” Feet now on the table edge, Yujin parts her legs wide to reveal her luscious thighs that were already barely concealed by her overly short skirt. There’s only a piece of pink lacy cloth between you and her forbidden garden; the growing patch of wetness is a hint of her determination. With her palms forming cusps she begins to caress her meaty muscles. The sinful scenery would be a sight to behold, yet it is a luxury you cannot afford.

“Yujin, please don’t.” This is your last stand.

“Really? When you’re practically drooling? You’re secretly enjoying this aren’t you? Hypocrite.” Lip bite, and a hand now beneath her pink panties to trace along her slit—Yujin continues to toy with herself. “Oh god I’m so wet already. Look, your lips could’ve been on mine, or your head in between my thighs. Your fingers could’ve been ravaging my pussy right now”—Yujin extends a leg to press up against your very apparent bulge—“or you could’ve been cumming balls deep in my tight hole.”

“Yujin. I—”

“Let me guess, you can’t do this?” Yujin skips off the desk to straddle your lap, before forcing her glistening digits past your lips to smear her arousal evenly on your taste buds. “Does this change your mind? No? God you’re so annoying.” She descends to her knees in between yours, her fingers hasty in unbuckling your belt. Next your zipper unzips, and your boxers unbox. Your erection bounces free from its cage—almost slapping Yujin in the face—and she licks her lips in excitement. “Fuck, you’re massive.”

You need to bring a halt to whatever she’s planning to do.

Your male instinct forbids you to.

Yujin pushes her lips against the very bottom of your length—that alone is enough to make you throw your head back. Pecks after pecks is Yujin’s route of assault, she even makes sure to properly enunciate her kisses to tickle your eardrums. As the points of bliss travel further and further up your shaft, your defense also crumbles, and your stance weakens.

“Mwah. Have I changed your mind yet?” Yujin’s movements come to an abrupt pause the moment she reaches the curves defining your cockhead. The unwelcome replacement of smooches with waves after waves of warm breath leaves you yearning—your grasp on reality and morality is now all but vanished.

“Fuck...”

Knowing that she’s got you swayed, Yujin goes for the killing blow. “Truth or dare, sir?”

“Dare.” That’s when you realize: her chokehold on your body and mind never left.

“I dare you to say ‘Please Yujin, take my needy cock into your warm mouth’”.

The last seconds of hesitation serve more as a window for you to brace yourself. “Please Yujin. Take my needy cock into your warm mouth. Please.”

The reaction is instantaneous. A dopamine rush, an electric shock all over your body, and a primal growl—those are the result of her lips parting on your tip. Yujin’s motion is smooth, quickly enshrouding the entirety of your tip within her mouth. The wet warmth is overwhelming, and even more so when she intentionally lets her teeth graze against your sensitive skin as she goes further down on your cock.

“Oh fuck—” You do not remember how many times you’ve groaned like this. You could only feel your tip probing against a strong resistance, and gasp at the flawless sensation.

Yujin greedily slurps on your meat as she ejects you from her oral fuckhole; the cold air suddenly hugging your cock makes you shudder. “Whose turn was it again? Oops, I think I messed it up. Let’s restart the game with me going first then. Dare.”

At this point? Fuck your ideals. “I dare you to take my cock down your throat—”

“Aw, not gonna let me touch myself in the meantime? You’re so mean, sir.”

“—while you finger yourself.”

“There we go.” A triumphant smile flashes on her face but is quick to be gone. Your dick goes all the way to the entrance of her throat again; still no luck. They say third time’s the charm, so she gives it her all on the third attempt. Placing your head against the reluctant ring of her throat and her hands on your lap, Yujin forces herself down on your shaft.

The feeling of breaching her throat is already amazing. Pair that with her desperately trying to adjust her gag around your tip? It’s like you’re floating in the clouds. Yujin maintains eye contact with you as she bobs her head up and down on your cock in small, quick successions. Her eyes are teary, and her drool leaks onto your balls following a few gags—you almost feel bad. With one hand furiously rubbing her clit, she adds silenced moans to the mix, vibrating all over the rod in her mouth.

“Oh fuck Yujin you’re so good,” you place your hand on the back of her head to force a few desperate thrusts down her throat, resulting in a even more violent convulsions. “I’m fucking—”

In one fell swoop Yujin removes your throbbing cock from her mouth before eagerly catching her breath. Blueballed, your cock continues to twitch; Yujin shakily gets on your seat that somehow manages to fit two, positioning your tip against her labia. A hand of hers reaches between her legs to find a firm grip on you, rubbing your delicate tip against her drenched slit. Pressing her forehead against yours, Yujin crams words between her exasperated pants. “I dare you- hah- to only- hah- cum in my pussy.”

“I shouldn’t say this but, you’re so fucking hot.”

“I know.” Yujin leads your hands to her plump butt; your fingers easily disappear into her flesh. You edge her down onto your cock, the resistance her folds pose against your entrance feels heavenly albeit suffocating—you can’t think of something more satisfying than forcing her tightness agape. “Mmph- fuck! Be gentle, you’re too big!”

“Make me.” You exude more force on her waist, and Yujin’s body trembles uncontrollably despite you being only half buried in her.

“Fuck—” her voice is shaky. Yujin clenches her base in an attempt to repel your advance, though her tightness only intensifies, making you want to split her in half even more. “Please!”

Her lips are shivering, presenting a great contrast against her dead-shut eyes, which results in an overall alluring countenance. Her lips are enticing, so you bring yours to latch onto them, forming a second point of intimate connection while you avariciously savour her cherry-flavoured lip balm. The intense lovemaking is a façade—one that you use to your advantage to explore further into her core. Yujin whines, but is silenced by your seal on her lips.

Just as you fill her to the brim, Yujin breaks the kiss to regain her composure. Pride and devilry no more; her gaze is taken over by lust. “Mmph you’re so deep in me,” Yujin’s hips wiggle about to accommodate to your girth. “I can feel you poking at my womb.”

“Want me to ruin you already?”

Yujin hurriedly nods, her back retreats against the desk to support herself. “Yes please, pound my slutty little hole. Ruin me with that cock, please?”

“Show me your tits first.” The change in dynamic is inevitable; it’s only fair that you seize control over her. The red straps connected to her skirt are already draping by her arms, so Yujin swiftly unrobes her upper body, leaving her sweat-glazed tits exposed for your hungry eyes. Take one hardened nipple into your mouth—the sticky saltiness on her exquisite mound tastes like heaven—and your hips too go to work.

“Shit! Fuck! You’re so rough that I fucking love it! Fuck! Harder! Harder, please!” Yujin’s euphoric screams share the same rhythm as the woodwork creaks and the wet squelches—the amalgamation is one masterpiece of a symphony. “Oh- oh god! Kiss me as well, please!”

You gingerly abandon her taut breast to go for her mouth. Your tongues find each other and engage in a heated duel, while your dick goes on a one-sided rampage against her pussy walls. With your manhood occupying all the spaces in her breeding hole, every single thrust would send you violently rubbing against her sweet spot—and every single stroke against that spot would render Yujin a squirming mess.

“Oh my god something is coming!” Yujin wraps her arms around your neck, her back arches hard enough to spell the finale of the make out session. She fucks herself onto you at the same pace at which you are drilling her cunt; her orgasm is nigh. “I’m cumming- I’m cumming- I’m- fucking- cumming!”

“That’s right Yujin. Cum with me. Cream all over my cock while I fill you with my seeds. Be a good girl for me Yujin, cause I cannot hold back anymore—”

Yujin’s body starts to quiver first. Waves and waves of crystal clear juices ooze out of her pussy to stain your crotch and the seat. Her vehement spasms act as yet another force to urge your climax, and with one last snap of your waist you drive her constricting walls wide—plunging your dickhead at her cervix to deliver ribbons after ribbons of thick white sperm into her womb.

“Ahh- so warm- so good...”

“And you’re so tight—”

Yujin’s peak subsides first, but she continues to ride your cock in an effort to milk you dry. A mixture of liquids starts to overflow from her pussy; your lips find their rightful place kneading on her pillowy tits yet again.

“Sir, I hate to admit it, but you were such a good fuck.” Yujin runs her fingers through your strands to keep you pinned on her breasts. Mindlessly you continue to suckle on her flesh; Yujin also sensually bucks her hips on your cock to relish in that last bit of pleasure.

Your half-limp shaft eventually slides out of her, but not before eliciting a ‘pop’ sound and drawing a portion of your seeds out of her. With a tinge of red on her cheeks Yujin looks ethereal, but her signature look of innocence is no more.

Exhausted, Yujin struggles to even perform a task as simple as getting off the seat. Taking a minute to tidy up her looks, it seems as though nothing sinful has ever happened in this hall—though the warm load in her pussy doesn’t lie.

“Alright sir, I have another class in ten minutes.” Yujin follows up with a peck on your cheek.

“One more round of truth or dare?”

“Sure. I choose truth.” Yujin’s hips sway as she makes her way up the stairs to get her bag; you can’t seem to get your eyes off her sexy backside.

“Think I can see you again after your next class?”

Yujin turns around to look at you. She lifts her skirt to give you a glance at her wet panties. “Of course, I haven't gotten enough of your cock yet, sir. Now your turn, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I want you to fuck me in the ass later.”