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On her jeans (Part 3 of 3)

Male Reader x Kim Minji, Hanni Pham, Danielle Marsh

Length: 4606 words

Tags: Daddy kink, anal galore, blowjob, face fuck, blindfolded, 4some, pearly gates, spitting, spanking, cursing, humiliation, missionary anal, analpie, ass eating, rimming

TW: kinda rough, pure, stupid smut, ass eating, eating cum out of ass

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-

(A/N: the most likely final part of the On her series. This fic is very mindless lmao. Important announcement at the end.)

“Yes, Daddy, that feels so good!”

Hanni’s enthusiasm is almost limitless. No matter how often you’ve ordered her to your office or your apartment or some secluded bed and breakfast, she never let you down. No, the only thing ‘down’ is the momentum of her hips whenever she rides you on the couch, her beautiful ass turned towards you. She loves to make it wiggle when your cock fills her cunt.

You take delight in such a sight and give her the good-girl-spanks she deserves. Hanni craves them as much as she craves your eyes, seeing nothing but love in hers. There is nothing stopping her from leaving, you never demanded the same things from her then you did from Minji. But where Minji lacks endless love and desire for you, Hanni fills these gaps and then some. 

“Oh my God, Daddy, you-you’re gonna make me cum again!” Hanni’s throat is sore from her moans and screams (and the rough face fuck you gave her earlier). “I-I can’t hold it!”

“Why would you hold it?” you ask her and pull her back against your bare chest. “Ruin yourself all over me, you slut.”

You give her thrusts, quick, not too strong and that is all she needs. Her effort was remarkable but in the end she wants you to fuck her over the edge. Hanni’s pussy convulses around your cock, tries to milk it and you are about to give in when your cell phone rings. 

“Fuck,” you curse and pick it up while dropping a powerless Hanni to the carpet floor. “Who is this?”

“Yo, have you turned on the TV?” the person on the other end, some former manager of a group you were interested in, asks. “Today are the MAMA awards.”

“And? They’ve been the same for basically forever. And you know I don’t have any control over—”

“Oh no, another group has won.” You can hear the smirk on his lips. “I bet you’ve heard the song and the group—some of them are under your wings, I assume?”

For a moment you are confused, then it dawns on you brightly. “You could say that,” you respond calmly and look at one of those who are under your wings—though under your cock fits better. “Let me be honest, I did not think that they would make it this far.”

“Their success is unheard of, they must have paid you really well,” he continues knowingly. The kind of business you do is in a paradoxical state of infamously known and also a dark secret in the industry. It’s a tightly knit conspiracy where every wrong step, every wrong turn can cost you basically everything. 

“Maybe they have to offer me something new, a MAMA win does not come around very often.”

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“Congratulations on your win. I bet this is part of every trainee's dream” Sent by you

“Thank you, Daddy~ It definitely is, but I’m certain we couldn’t have done it without you “ Sent by Hanni

You smirk and scroll through your gallery. There is a picture you’ve saved, a picture of something you want. Some people screenshot what they want from social media apps or shopping sites—you will do the same right now, though your picture does not include a product one can buy. 

“I found this picture of you and one of your friends. She is very attractive.” Sent by you

“I know, Danielle ist so damn pretty <3” Sent by Hanni

“Her prettiness equals probably two MAMA awards…” Sent by you

That should do it. Hanni is probably stunned right now. If Danielle is next to her, she probably looks at her—your terrible influence deeply rooted in Hanni’s mind—and she will see what you see: another object for your desire, another girl you can train to make your personal fuck doll, another idol sold by her bandmate. Unlike Minji, Hanni might actually like the idea. 

You wait patiently as she ponders, typing, then deleting message after message until she settles for a simple text that makes this unhinged, lustful being inside you lose any and all control.

“Daddy deserves his reward as soon as possible. We need just 20 to 30 minutes~” Sent by Hanni

With a victorious sigh, you throw away your smartphone. It audibly cracks on the floor, but you don’t give a fuck. Phones can be bought again, but what you will get, no one can buy. These next twenty minutes will feel like hours and every second beyond that will make you lose your mind. Atleast, that is what you would have to assume if it weren’t for someone suddenly sneaking into your apartment. 

Timid, quiet steps. The person is not wearing shoes. You hear the door fall shut, gently and suddenly, she stands in your doorframe. As if your life was a script, written by a higher being which, for some reason, likes your story to be filled with as much sexual fulfillment as possible, Minji has decided to come visit you. 

“Hello, Daddy,” she coos, catching your gaze with the way she presses her frame against the door frame. Her two piece outfit with all its white frays perfectly merges with said door frame, the warm light making it look like she could disappear in your walls. “I’m sorry for not announcing myself, but may I come in?”

“That depends,” you say, trying to act not-too-happy about her convenient timing. “It’s nice to see you barefooted and in this pretty outfit—but you need to approach the right way.”

“Of course, Daddy.”

Minji gets on her knees. She begins to crawl over your wooden floor and seeing her eager eyes has you riled up. Instead of waiting for her to unbuckle your belt, you open it on your own and let your pants drop when her face reaches your crotch. Minji moans gently and presses her face against the massive bulge in your boxers. She’s not really teasing you. It’s more of a ceremony, because Minji quickly proceeds to pull down your boxers with nothing but her teeth.

“Daddy, it’s so big and beautiful,” Minji says in all honesty, her idol persona washed away by her own horniness. “May I service you with my mouth?”

“Stick out your tongue,” you order and Minji follows. You slap your tip on the exposed wet muscle and watch her faintly smile at how excited you seem. “Looks really good, how could I say no?”

No warning and just a moment later, you are buried to the hilt in Minji’s throat. She gags violently, her head tilted backwards and her wide eyes quickly release a torrent of tears. You don’t comment on it, watch on with a cold, resting bitch face and begin to fuck her face roughly. It’s hard thrust after hard thrust; not too fast though, because you want to see the submission steadily grow in her eyes.

“Fucking good, so much better since you started taking my cock like a premium whore,” you hiss and reach for the sides of her head. She locks eyes with you and through a sea of tears, you can see that she is happy. Still happy. “But it won’t be enough. I need more, another hole, and I’m not talking about your pussy. I know that you are dripping from there, but I’m going to split you open somewhere else.”

You pull out and watch Minji try to catch her breath, shocked, weak; she gets no time to recover however. You grab her hair and slide back into her not-awaiting, but slave-like throat. She takes your pounding even as it forcefully removes her faint mascara and leaves her a drooling mess. It’s Minji’s masterclass in deepthroats—a fitting end, because you will fuck something else today.

After many harsh thrusts, too many to count, but enough to have Minji at your complete mercy, you pull out. She bends over, tries to keep her composure and breathe, but you won’t allow this. She has to look at you and understand what you desire. You slap her face and spit at it. “Don’t avoid me, look at me!” you shout and Minji is tiny. A kneeling tiny bitch who follows your commands. “I will fuck your ass, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Minji cries and puts her forehead to the floor. “Tha-Thank you for the award, Ma-Master. Please, a-abuse my ass.”

Not that it tugs at your heartstrings or anything—but instead of just fucking her in this state of complete devastation, you help her up, to her feet and cup her cheek firmly… almost gently. Minji still sobs, barely able to look up at you.

“You are here to thank me with your ass? That is actually adorable and very thoughtful of you.”

“I-I thought, because Master hasn’t fucked me th-there yet, and because he probably did with Hanni already, I—”

“Oh, I understand, but Minji—” You lean down to her ear and whisper, while your hand travels down her bare midriff into the dress and finds her folds, soaked in arousal. “—we are already past the Master stage. And you underestimate my greed, my desire for more, infinitely more. Don’t worry about that though. Get on the couch and show me your cute little asshole.”

“O-okay. Thank you, Daddy.”

As Minji lays down and wiggles off the bottom part of her dress, you get a bottle of water-like lube from a drawer in the living room table. These bottles are always nearby because situations like this have occurred quite a few times in your life. More than you can count, enough to make you the biggest villain for every girl group fan.

When you pour the lube on your cock, you inspect Minji and her cute posture. She is on her back, legs spread and in the air, while her fingers keep her butt cheeks apart. Her ring twitches and it twitches more when you rub lube all over it. Minji mewls, and mewls some more when you push a finger past the first tightness to lube the inside as well.

“You are a bit stiff, you need to loosen up or else it will hurt.”

“Isn’t it supposed to hurt?” Minji asks in all honesty. “I’m okay with Daddy hurting me, as long as he feels good.”

You have to hold back or else you would’ve laughed at her innocent expression and the confused fear in her orbs. You align your cock with her ass, not to immediately force yourself inside that hot, tight hole, but to teach Minji how to take you well.

“If you relax, Minji, I promise it will feel good. Weird at first, probably too big, but the more you loosen up and let your asshole become a source for pleasure, it will feel great.”

“Hanni probably already knows this,” Minji mumbles in shame. You quickly reach for her jaw and put a chaste kiss on her lips.

“To be honest, I haven’t even fucked her ass before, so stop worrying. Take deep breaths and stay re-laxed.” With those final words, you wait for Minji to follow your instructions—breathe in; breathe out—before you push your cock into her brown hole.

“Oh Daddy, fuck,” Minji groans, right into your face and you love how her hands start to hold onto your back, your arms as you push more cock into her. “You are so, so big!”

“There is still more, but you are doing a great job, Minji,” you respond calmly, lifting up her ass a bit to penetrate her deeper. “Soon, you’ll love this more than anything.”

“Daddy!” Your cock is fully inside her and Minji seems to go crazy, her head thrown back into the couch, her mouth releasing loud moans rapidly. Her anal cavity squeezes you tightly, tries to wring you and it’s insanely impressive. She takes you fully on the first go and slowly catches herself. “I-it feels weird but soooo—”

“Good, right? I can feel you relax, so I will start to fuck you for real now. Congratulations, you’re not a butt virgin anymore!”

Minji weakly laughs and then gasps when you drag your cock mostly out of her ass just to push it back in, deep, to the fucking hilt. You watch as her eyes open wide, then narrow, then close, all in the rhythm of your pumps. Her cunt drips more juice too, she cannot deny the pleasure.

“Daddy, why, why do you feel so good?” Minji screams. “Why, your cock—you made me your butt slut!”

“You’re a natural at this, most of your kind quickly become addicted.”

“Make me addicted, Daddy! Please, use this hole and make me—”

You reach underneath her frayed top and pinch a hard nipple, while your teeth go for her lower lip. You can feel her insides combust, her ass clenching around your cock, her pussy convulsing around nothing, yet it is enough to make her cum. Minji is orgasming from just her ass, but she tries to hide it. 

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” you laugh and begin to fuck Minji harder, her ankles in your firm hands. “Cum with your ass and be mine forever. You cannot escape anyways, so why would you want to? Don’t run from the pleasure, because I won’t stop fucking you until—”

Suddenly, you hear a key in the lock of your front door and someone whispering. Then quiet steps. Minji grows tense but you just smile at her, reassure her that there is nothing to be scared off. “Oh, you know these two, don’t worry~” 

“Huh?”

You look up and spot the first girl, Hanni, who smirks when she sees you. She puts a finger to her luscious lips and winks. You get her idea and press your palm on Minji’s mouth to keep her quiet while you slowly thrust into her tight ass. The young girl is visibly shocked that you just continue, but her shock grows even more when she spots the second girl.

“Unnie, this is weird. How long do I have to wear this blindfold?”

“Just a little bit longer~ We are almost there, just a few more steps.”

Hanni guides the blind Danielle, a beautiful, skinny girl dressed in what you assume is a stage or award show outfit. Either way you love how exposed her midriff and collarbone are. Danielle’s skin is flawless and her face looks even better than in pictures or videos.

The two get closer. Hanni is now behind the taller girl and guides her by holding her hips. The two seem familiar with this kind of intimacy. You quietly pull out of Minji’s butt and luckily, she stays quiet in this tense situation. 

“Dani, we have arrived,” Hanni giggles and wraps her hands around her friends’ tiny waist. “I have a present for you, but you have to get on your knees and guess what it is~”

“Unnie, if it’s your pussy again—we already did that! And if you want to fuck, you can just ask!”

You raise an eyebrow at Hanni who is clearly nervous and sweating. She got caught fucking with a second member of her group without your permission. You can’t really blame her. You can’t wait to stick your cock into that tight body and fuck Danielle’s mouth with your fingers. But for now, you let Hanni finish her game.

“This time,” she continues and kisses Danielle’s shoulder. “It’s something different. I have found the biggest, most beautiful cock because I know you would want to suck one of those someday.”

Danielle’s pale skin starts to burn with a deep red. All of her blood seems to go to her face. She starts to lose focus and whimpers a bit, especially because Hanni becomes more touchy, hands on her chest, her tummy, her ass.

“H-how did you know, Unnie?”

“You are really, really bad at hiding your dildo’s, Dani. I found like four of them. One still had your saliva around it~”

Danielle puts both hands to her face and lowers it in shame. Everyone in the room can still feel the glow of her blush through her fingers. You stroke your cock once, amused at the situation, but also tired of waiting. Hanni notices and continues her plan quickly.

“Look, Dani, I’ll show you how to do it.” Hanni lowers herself in between your legs. For the first time, you check out her outfit. Odd, you remember it from some performances a few months ago—does it really matter when she immediately goes to suck you, throat you even? “Oh my, it tastes so good! I wonder why that is?”

You point to Minji’s still exposed asshole and Hanni smirks knowingly. Poor Minji did not dare to move a single inch this entire time but now with Hanni’s loud gagging filling the room, she can stop being quiet and move her hands to cover up.

“U-unnie, are you really sucking it?” Danielle asks the obvious, still in disbelief. “Is it a real one, like, are you sucking a boy?”

Hanni pops you free from her perfect lips and makes sure to taste all of the lube and Minji’s ass from your manhood with her tongue. She cleans you passionately, from sac to tip until you finally give her a bit of precum. 

“Dani, he is a man, a Daddy. Trust me, he is very good looking and his cock is even better~” Hanni’s voice is so lewd, it feels cursed with her adorable visuals. You relish in her compliments and brush her black strands back behind her ear. “Kneel next to me and I show you.”

Danielle kneels down, her small frame taking the spot in between your legs next to Hanni. She is still confused though. “But Unnie, how can you show me if I’m not allowed to remove the blindfold?”

Hanni rolls her eyes and without warning, grabs Danielle’s face and pulls her into a kiss. The younger girl flails in surprise, finds hold on your thigh, but somehow she can’t hold onto it for long. Maybe the thought of a stranger really seeing her like this makes her lose grip on the situation—a good thing in your book.

“Ha-Hanni-unnie!” Danielle shrieks when their lips disconnect. “Why, why did that taste so good?” 

“If you want more, you need to suck and clean his cock like I did. Here, open your pretty mouth and be a good girl for Daddy~”

“You say weird stuff—ugh, hng!”

You groan softly when Hanni not-so-softly pushes Danielle’s face down your cock. A new, sensational throat engulfs you. Of course you expected violent gags and tears coming from behind the blindfold, how could you not. Hanni is literally forcing Danielle to deepthroat you for the first time. Her dildo training seems to have paid off however: Danielle is a lot more composed, measured even and makes sure to keep her teeth off of you. 

Soon, she finds her own pace and bops up and down your shaft, using her tongue from time to time without yet knowing where it actually feels good for you. It’s hard for her to learn when she can’t read your facial expression, so she just guesses and sucks and bops her head. It makes it all the more impressive how she can keep up with you and do a better job than Minji did on her first try.

“Hanni-unnie,” Danielle immediately shouts after getting her mouth off of your dick. “That was very mean of you, like, what the—”

You interrupt the young, angry girl by giving her blindfold a tug and watching it fall off of her dazzling, still flushed features. You smirk down at her as she watches up in awe, her eyes inspecting you like you did to her earlier.

“Oh, he-hello, sir,” Danielle says and tries to be formal while your cock is still on her lips. “I’m sorry we just walked into here and… about this.” She points at your hard shaft which you take in your hand and poke against her soft cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, you beautiful thing. In fact, I should be sorry about this right here.” You point next to you, where Minji tries to cover up her pussy. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“You, you had sex with Minji-unnie? Like, i-in her vagina?”

“Oh Dani,” Hanni coos and puts a hand into Danielle’s red top. “You don’t know how good a real cock feels in your pussy. Way better than a dildo.”

“Stop being so lewd, Unnie!”

“But you two are wrong,” you interrupt them and look at Minji, who valiantly fights through her embarrassment. There is nothing to be embarrassed about though; she did great taking your cock in her ass. “We had anal sex just now, and I think I speak for us both when I say that it was awesome.”

Hanni pouts at the thought of not yet having you in her ass while Danielle is both struck by horror and thrill when she cross-eyes your cock and then switches to look at Minji’s butt, which you uncover for her.

“Minji-unnie, was it really that good?” Danielle asks with wide open eyes.

“Yeah, how was it?” Hanni adds and involuntarily adds pressure for the leader to answer.

“I-it was… the best.”

A moment of silence and awkwardness for Minji until Danielle jumps up and pulls down her black skirt. Another unexpected turn, she seems to be ready to go asap. “Sir, can you—would you have sex with my butt too?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you try to play it cool and reach for the bottle of lube. “Turn around, we need to get you ready.”

“Here, let me help you, Daddy.” Hanni gets a hold of Dani’s ass as soon as she spins around and spreads the cheeks apart. Dani gasps at first, but then giggles when she finds her Unnie to be already naked. She starts to kiss Hanni’s skin while you put the nozzle to her beautiful, clean ring and push lube inside. Danielle shudders while Hanni looks on with jealousy. It will be her turn soon enough though. 

“You have a gorgeous body, Dani,” you compliment her before grabbing her waist and pulling her onto you. “You are so light, I think I need to try a new position with you. Are you down for that?”

“Sir, I—if it’s not too crazy, I think I can do it. But remember, this is my first time.”

“You have to be relaxed, Dani,” Minji suddenly adds and stands next to her, not covering her private parts anymore. “If you are tense, it’s going to hurt—when you are loose however, Daddy can fuck you so good, it will feel like heaven.”

“O-okay then, I think I’m ready.”

You nod and lay down on the couch, Danielle on top of you. She rests her back on your strong chest and your hard cock searches for her tight asshole. Luckily, Hanni is there to help align your tip with it (not before sucking it of course). Dani takes deep breaths instinctively and with your primal instinct to fuck, your cockhead disappears in her ass.

“Oh fuck, that looks so hot!” Hanni coos.

“Stop staring, please,” Danielle whimpers and you feel her incredible texture convulse around your aroused phallus. No, she definitely gets turned on by this, so you’ll make it even better.

“Hanni, keep staring,” you order. “Oh, and make your mouth useful on my ass. See it as punishment for having sex with Dani without my permission.”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Sir, isn’t this too lewd?” Dani asks while you begin to rock her thin body up and down your cock like it’s a fleshlight. 

“Minji, how about you lick Danielle’s pussy. Make yourself familiar with it.”

“Yes, Daddy, she tastes really sweet and is quite… wet.” Minji smiles and you get what she means. Her mouth is promptly on Dani’s clit and now the two are moaning in unison. Your thrusts into Dani’s ass become harder.

“Oh dang, so much in my a-a—, I mean butt,” she whispers and you look at her face. “Sir, you are one lewd bast— person. Making young girls do this stuff. Aren’t you a bit too old for us?”

“Maybe that is why they call me Daddy,” you respond, the humor lost because your expression remains stern even through the pleasure. “Don’t hold back, curse as much as you want. This is no tv show or live stage. Get used to this cock, because I won’t stop after this one time.”

“I won’t either, you fucking bastard.”

Your lips meet in a haze, then you decide to give it your all. You fuck Dani hard, force more and more curse words out of her good-girl-mouth. Her cunt is forced against Minji’s eager lips, while you make sure Hanni is covered in your musk—though she kinda seems to enjoy serving your ass. Even after all this, she might still be the best baby girl out of this trio.

“Yes, fuck, yes, you fill my tiny ass so good! Fuck me with your big fat cock, give me that cock, open me so wide until I—”

“You horny bitch.” You yank down her top to reveal tiny tits, jiggling a little at your every thrust. Her skin is glowing, she is in complete heat. Danielle is a nymph with a tight ass and a pussy so wet, she can save someone from dehydration. You want to test your theory, if her orgasm is as explosive as you want it to be.

“My Lord, I’m so going to fucking cum, I will cum! Make me squirt, make me fucking, ahh!”

Like a fountain, Danielle’s juices paint Minji’s face, cover her hair and even Hanni below. She also doesn’t stop, not with your endless thrust into her ass. She is like an infinite source, eventually filling Minji’s mouth and marking Hanni as a dirty, rimming whore covered in girl cum.

“That was so good, Sir—”

“We are not yet done!” You squeeze Dani to your chest so she cannot escape and start to violate her ass some more, to the point your entire cock stretches her in all directions. For some reason, you feel like you could breed this hole for two eternities, but for now, one massive load has to be enough. 

With your final, deepest of thrusts, you force all of your seed into Danielle’s tight ass-pussy, fill it up and make sure she is tight enough to keep it inside for now. Pulling out is hard but rewarding, and hearing, feeling her pant on top of you is heavenly. 

“It’s so deep in me, fuck,” she moans and you bite her cheek. 

“Push it out of your slutty hole, you naughty bitch. 

“Hanni, Minji! Get ready for your daily load!”

The two girls are under our spell, not questioning anything you say and stick out their tongue underneath Danielle’s butthole. You pull back her heels to give them more space and with an blissful, erotic expression, Dani lets her ass be gaped. Your creamy white cum oozes out of her and Minji and Hanni greedily eat it all up, even getting their tongues into the completely overstimulated girl and cleaning her butthole.

“Shit, this is so lewd,” Dani whimpers and you put a hand around her throat.

“After I fuck Hanni’s ass in a rough Doggy, my heel on her face because I know she loves that, you will eat my cum out of her ass too. And don’t lie; I know you will like it.”

Danielle grins, licking her lips in excitement. “You are such a nasty bastard, Daddy.”

(A/N2: here is the very short version, I'll release a longer announcement later this week probably. I have decided to quit for a while, maybe forever but that is still in the stars. I can still write and I kinda like it, but this endless cycle of horniness and unhinged smut is killing me. I also need to focus on life/studies. More on that later this week. Love you all, peace out.)

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Blasé

part 4 of folie à deux. masterlist

male reader x kim minju (ex-iz*one) ft yujin, gaeul and rei of Ive

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

words: 9.15k - a lot of set-up in here for future parts, sorry

Blasé - indifferent

It’s a far cry from elegance—the way you’re both scooping up pieces of clothing from the ground.

"Trousers?" You’re scanning wall to wall, behind stools and tables until your eyes rest on the woman across the room. "Where did they go?"

Minju's got her hands at her waist, fitting her own trousers. “Over there.” She simply tilts her head in a direction of vague guidance.

Aside from the distant voice from the flickering television in the corner, showing scenes of the news, and the soft sounds of jazz music, there's an uneasy amount of silence for a bar in the mid-afternoon. Another knock at the door—Wonyoung must be getting impatient. No surprise.

You're pulling on your trousers as Minju slides her arms into her blazer, settling it onto her shoulders. As she brushes down her clothes, fixes her hair and steps over to her shoes, she has shifted back into the unassuming young woman you first set your eyes on. Not a trace of the indecency remains. Not even a slight indication that, despite the attempt she made to clean up with a few napkins, there's likely still your cum running from her cunt.

She has spent the past couple of minutes explaining how this will go—how you're going to sit back at the bar and Minju is going to re-open as if nothing happened. She didn't tell you exactly how she plans to deal with the Wonyoung problem, but, ‘just let me handle it’ is somehow enough for you.

You sit where it all started, joining your drink at the bar. The last remnants greet you in a sorry state of neglect. You do what you can to straighten up, a hand through your hair, a smoothing down of the wrinkles in your shirt, and a tug on the sleeves to straighten the cuffs. It is when you start to think you've got yourself somewhat under control that you realise just how bad you must look. There’s the undeniable sign that you can’t ignore—that rising tide of musk and sweat from your body and the discomfort it brings.

Another loud rattle of the door against the frame, vibrating across the hinges and into the metal fixings. A call of your name, but it's not quite how you think it should sound.

Minju flicks a series of locks on the door; three separate bolts—heavy-duty clunking metal. Finally, she drops the latch and unlocks the main lock. She has her hand on the handle of the door and she hesitates, looking over her shoulder to check on you once again. One last look.

Just smile.

She opens the door, standing in the opening, between you and the woman outside.

"Wonyo—" Minju begins. "Sorry, who are you?"

You twist in your seat and watch the scene unfold. You expect anger, an outpouring of venom from a woman so full of ego, arrogance, vanity, and maybe even jealousy.

Reality is far from the expectation.

The woman asks Minju if you're here, and while you're still racking your mind to work out who she is, Minju lets her in and, in a way, you're grateful for seeing her walk into the room and folding her umbrella.

"Gaeul?"

"Finally, I was a minute away from leaving. What were you—" She looks around the room, at the out-of-place stools, and then at you. She scrunches her nose and sniffs, confirming her suspicions through the scent of sex. "Oh."

She turns her eyes to Minju. Gaeul lingers, eyes fixed on the bartender's face.

"We... we were talking." Minju chuckles in amusement.

"With the door locked?" Gaeul is easy to read, even across the room, and you can see the genuine concern on her face. You hear it in her voice too. Suddenly, even being here feels wrong. Discomforting is the silence. Unnerving is the smile that stretches on Minju's face—a much prouder look than you're giving.

"Relax darling, we were just talking, and then…" Minju dismisses and Gaeul rolls her eyes.

"No, no. Please. Don't say another word," Gaeul waves her hands in front of her, a gesture of surrender. "I don't want to know the details."

"You sure you don't want to hear about how he just—?"

"No. Just no." Gaeul turns from the grinning woman and heads to you.

She struts in that same determined way she always does. Steady are her paces. Bag over her shoulder, short hair half-tied up and black jeans hugging her legs. As usual, she dons the casual grace that suits her so well.

“Bro, what the hell happened?”

“You seriously don’t know?” you answer the question with a question.

“You got called away. Wonyoung said she had somewhere to be and the rest of us were left waiting, but nothing ever happened. Then classes end and Wonyoung finally just tells me I could find you here.”

“I’m in a shit-storm, Gaeul.” You say, resigned to your seat.

Figuratively, of course. Though Gaeul looks like she’s been in one herself as she throws her rain-drenched raincoat over a stool. The one outside probably isn’t bad enough to require a name, but you know the one that you’re facing all too well. Storm Wonyoung.

You recount the abridged version for her. Of course, the details of you and Wonyoung and your benefits need little introduction. As for the rest, it’s difficult to explain the parts you still don’t understand, like how this all comes down and you and you alone. It takes two to fuck.

"You can't just hide in here from it all."

You laugh a little and say, "not hiding." An obvious lie, and Gaeul gives you a forced smile that says she's not convinced.

"You had us worried."

“Even Wonyoung?” you ask; it’s a test more than a question. You know the answer. You know that she doesn’t give a shit, but you want to see if Gaeul tries to sell the lie.

"Ha! That would be a first." Minju mocks with a scoff. She walks back to where you first found her, behind the bar, and she's still pulling and tugging at her shirt to get the fit back how she likes it.

"I’m sure she does," Gaeul says, with little confidence in her words. She sits herself down next to you and drops her bag off her shoulder and onto the bar.

"You’re still trying to convince yourself," Minju mutters with a shake of her head. "She really has you all around her little finger."

Gaeul is trying her best to ignore the interruptions. "Wony and Yujin—they can fix this."

"Yujin, huh? Now that's a new name." Minju interjects yet again, looking at you with eyes sharp enough to cut. She has her back to the shelf of alcohol, her arms folded under her chest. The more you think about it—the more the pieces seem to fall into place—the clearer it becomes that Yujin is the best friend who replaced Minju.

You scratch your ear. What a mess.

"Gaeul, there's no way the school let me back in."

"You don't know that."

Minju steps forward, a little closer. Her tongue dances across her lips as she readies herself to speak. "Oh, you think Wonyoung is going to get daddy's money and pay your way out of this mess? What's she going to tell her father? Hey daddy, please can you bribe the school to help this guy who's been fucking your princess silly? Seriously? She’s probably the one who got you kicked out in the first place."

That same laughter. That same mocking, belittling attitude that Minju had toward the idea of Wonyoung earlier. As if Minju sees nothing but weakness. Sure, Wonyoung has her fair share of faults, and sometimes she comes off too entitled, but right now, in this situation, her heart is actually in the right place. Or that's at least what Gaeul is saying.

“She would never do that! Wonyoung takes care of her friends and I’m sure she…” Gaeul gives up on her argument as Minju continues to laugh in the face of it.

Minju holds one elbow in the palm of the other hand and places her index finger on her cheek. She flicks it over to Gaeul and points. “Where are my manners? Drink?”

"Coffee, I guess."

"Come on, we're in a bar, let me pour you a—"

"No." Gaeul snaps. "All that stuff does is tear lives apart." An unexpected sternness in her tone—not one you’re accustomed to. There's a hardness that washes over her features—even her hair seems to have stood up a bit on end.

"Gaeul, it's just a drink—"

"That's how it starts and before you know it—" The door opens and a couple of men walk in, silencing her. They look to choose their seats and Gaeul seems to shrink into her stool.

"Alright. Coffee it is," Minju says before shifting her focus to you. "Anyway, Yujin—you fucking her too?"

"No." It's not a lie. Close call? Sure. Want to? Of course. Fucking her? No.

With Minju it just seems like if you give her any opportunity to fan the flames and she’s there. She’s the type to see you caught in a storm and perform a rain dance.

She laughs. She knows. It’s written on your face. "Of course not. Maybe she will let you one day." Minju laughs again and turns to pour out a coffee from the machine on the back of the bar.

Gaeul leans in close, making sure Minju can't hear you over the sounds of the coffee machine whirring to life. She whispers, "bro, what’s wrong with this girl? And how does she know Wonyoung?"

"High school or something. They go back. Way back."

Minju approaches you, drink in hand, and without a word, places the coffee in front of Gaeul. Her expression speaks a hundred mocking words, and she shows little remorse for how she only seems to have stirred the pot further. Her earlier words ring in your ears—how you should be more selfish and that there's more to life than Wonyoung and Yujin.

But here's the hitch.

The problem.

You can't shake the feeling that you really like those girls. No matter how complex their games get or how hard they play with your emotions. There's some innate charm about the two of them; a kind of charisma that not only attracts but holds. No matter how impossible their demands are, you keep on wanting more. 

You're attracted to their sheer arrogance. Drawn by the magnetism of their utter assurance. Entranced at the depth and certainty of their convictions. And if Minju could read your thoughts right now, she would tell you just how stupid you sound.

As Minju walks away and towards her new patrons, sitting at the other end of the bar, you can only admire her.

Not just physically, but who she is. She doesn't care what other people think. She lives for herself.

"Bro, you gonna keep staring her down like that or you gonna talk to me?"

"Gaeul, I have to ask: why are you here?"

"To save you from doing something stupid. Though I might be too late." Gaeul throws a side-eye down the bar to Minju while she takes a drink.

"Don't take it out on her." You shrug. "She—"

"Hey, I get it, she's hot," Gaeul rests her cup back on the bar and brushes a hair away from her cheek and back behind her ear. "I could tell when I walked in. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together, but what I don’t understand is you. Do you just enjoy being used by anyone with a nice body?" Gaeul put her hand up between you, palm showing, stopping you from replying. “Actually, don't answer that. What I'm saying is, don't you want more?”

Gaeul takes another drink from her coffee, holding you in suspense. The truth is that you don't really have an answer and you're not in any state of mind right now to make one.

"Look, all I'm saying is that we girls talk. About love and relationships and sex and well... Just stop being so naïve, will you? If you get caught up playing the game, you're the one that's going to end up played." She picks the cup up again, cradling the warm mug between her fingers, wrapping her slender digits around it, squeezing gently. A long inhale follows as the aroma rises, the scent strong and enticing.

"I didn't ask for any of this." It's a defence so weak that you don't even support yourself. It's a hard denial of the fact that you have been used. Wonyoung has had you under her thumb from the start. And maybe you have gotten a little too comfortable under there.

"Listen, stop thinking with your cock for one day, bro. Tomorrow morning, go pick Yujin up from her house and take her out to get a dress for the party." She's talking fast, laying out a plan you weren't prepared for.

"She asked you earlier, remember, and don't worry, I already picked out a few that I know she will like. I'll text you the photos and what stores they're in. And for the love of god, just enjoy her company without trying to cum on her."

You shouldn’t feel insulted by that, but you do. These girls really share everything.

Gaeul continues her instructions, "and then you turn up at the party on time, take the opportunity to forget everything that's happened and have a fun evening with Yujin, okay?"

It sounds so logical that it's impossible not to follow—even if it's rarely ever that simple. You agree. A silent nod, but enough to assure her that her words have reached you.

"Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes?"

Gaeul places the coffee mug back down on the table, pushes it away, and turns to face you. "Please make sure you dress nice, too. None of this"—she motions to your clothes—"can make an appearance. Seriously.” She smiles to herself as she stands up from the stool.

"Did I hear something about a party?" Minju returns with a renewed smile.

Gaeul rolls her eyes and gives you a slight shake of her head. Her way of letting you know that she has already seen enough of the new addition to your life.

"I think I've spent enough time here already. You should probably get home, too.”

You glance toward your drink, and Gaeul rolls her eyes. She laid out the recipe to success so simply and left you in charge of your future.

She offers Minju no quarter, merely walking toward the door she came through without a word. And she gets none in return, Minju quickly forgetting she was ever here to spoil your fun.

Minju repeats her earlier question. "So, party? Tomorrow? Are you talking about Sakura's?" The name is somewhat familiar. The truth is that you don't know for certain whose party it is, or why it was happening, just a time and a place, but as Minju confirms the details with you, they match up. Not that you have ever met this girl in question, it's just another friend of Wonyoung's.

"I didn't plan to go, but if you're my chaperone, then I could be convinced." Minju's got a glint in her eye and a flirtatious lilt in her tone—the kind a girl pulls out when they're trying to tempt you into doing exactly what you know you shouldn't. 

Gaeul told you just minutes ago to stop thinking with your cock and it’s easier said than done as Minju stares down at you with those eyes that look oh-so-pretty and the desire floods into you once again.

Still, there's some semblance of resistance in you. "It's not a good idea, for more reasons than I can even explain right now."

She stares at you in silence, smiling as she tries to understand, but her hands reach across and her slender fingers stretch over the top of yours. Fingers brushing over your knuckles and her thumb tucking under your palm.

"Don't ruin the fun," she replies. That spark. Flash. That temptation for more is so hard to resist. Gaeul’s words melt away.

"It's just that—"

"Think about the message it will send: I'll wear my sexiest dress and turn up arm-in-arm with you and Wonyoung will never know how close you were to being broken when you turned up here." It’s probably the worst message you could send, but it does sound exciting.

A momentary smile—lost to a sigh at the thought. "That's only going to stir up more trouble, Minju."

"All's fair in love and war. You ever heard of that? Your move.." She smiles at you—the sly, playful smile of someone who's in complete control, and is too willing to show it. Her hand tightens on yours and her eyes are unrelenting, and despite every sensible part of you warning yourself of her dangers, there's a spark that keeps growing inside that draws you back in.

"Are you really getting all proverbial with me right now?" You try to avoid giving her the answer she wants, but the girl is too smart to let you do that.

"Are you really avoiding giving me an answer? Well, it's too late now. We're going. You can come by and pick me up at seven?"

"Seven," you repeat. A resigned affirmation. "Here?"

"Not here, stupid. My apartment. I put my address in your phone notes."

"My phone?" You pat at your pockets, not feeling it anywhere.

"Here." She pulls it from her back pocket and throws you a gentle wink. "Don't forget about me now."

***

Luckily, it seems that news of your expulsion is still under wraps for now. Not only has no one from the class sent you a text about it, being their usual prying selves, but if the news had gone beyond the school and someone like Yujin's father had found out, he wouldn't have let you anywhere near his daughter.

Actually, everything today just feels so... normal. Even Yujin has avoided mentioning it while you have been out with her. 

You're still out now, sitting on one of those chairs outside the changing rooms. You know the ones—placed there for a very specific set of people. The ones for the disgruntled boyfriends who hate this sort of thing and all it entails. With their various bags by their side full of clothes, jewellery and shoes.

That's a lot of guys anyway, but you—

"What do you think?" Yujin calls out as she pulls back the curtain and steps out into the hallway. "It looks nice, right?"

—aren't in their ranks today. You appreciate this ritual for what it is. There is no exasperation. No annoyance. Nothing but the simple delight of watching a beautiful woman twirl in front of you before her reflection.

"Looks great, Yujin," you answer with an honest smile.

She gives you another twirl, arms out, her slim and toned legs shown by the dress's thigh-length cut, her arms bare and the rest of her dress is tight fitting across her flat stomach and rounding her breasts. She's playing gently with the strap on her shoulder, adjusting it against her skin. With another turn and twist, the backless nature of the dress catches your eye.

"You say that about every dress I try."

"Well, they're all gorgeous. It's hard for me to pick one."

Her laughter is sweet and musical, and it hits your heart with a dull thumping, like a heavy drum being struck inside your chest. "You're not as much help as I hoped. What do you really think?"

Yujin drops a hand to her hip, planting it there and posing with a soft pout on her lips. She has her hair held back into a ponytail. "Tell me, am I sexy?" She punctuates the question with a shake of her hips. "Pretty? Cute? Tell me, do I look good enough to eat?"

"Eat?"

Yujin does that thing she always does; where when she finishes laughing after teasing you and she bites her tongue and it pokes through her lips. She drags the curtain back across, obscuring your view again, and you're left with nothing but the plain white corridor. That and the sounds of her carefully undressing on the other side of the draped fabric. You can imagine how she undid the zipper. How it opens from her lower back. The sound the fabric will make as it slides over her naked curves—

Fuck. Stop. Don't fantasise now. Not here.

You rock your head back, resting it against the wall and staring up at the ceiling. The white tiles aren't exactly exciting, but they are preferable to imagining anything Yujin is or isn't currently wearing.

"Can you believe it?" Yujin calls from behind the curtain, wrangling your attention back. "Nine whole days. No warning at all."

"Did I miss something?"

"My dad. He's gone for nine whole days this time. Only one day after momma has gone to visit my aunt. The house is weird without them. It's just me and the staff. It's cold and quiet. You should come over more." It's all so nonchalant for her to ask that. No mention of what happened the last time you were in her house. How you—

Yujin pulls the curtain and steps out. A new dress. It's hard to look away and even harder to look her in the eyes. This is an elegant red one, an alluring warm hue. The dress is cut high up on the thigh, close enough to the line of the panties you're actively not thinking about. Tight on her waist and a neckline that follows the collarbone and frames her neck and shoulders in soft fabric.

"Well?"

"Yes." It's the only word that comes to mind. She's the most beautiful thing. Your favourite image. She is like a perfect portrait, hung there just for your view.

"Yes what?" she asks.

"Yes to this dress. This is the one."

She pulls a look. One you're not exactly sure how to read. "And about coming over?"

"Um..." The old you would have leapt at the chance. Fuck, the current you wants to too, but you still haven't addressed the elephant in the room.

"What's going on with you?" Yujin quizzes. She knows you haven't been your usual self the whole day. Everything weighing on your mind, including a future where you quite literally have no idea what tomorrow will bring. You can feel it—have felt it—holding you back.

"Look..." You run a hand through your hair. "The school thing has been playing on my mind." It's half the truth.

"Is that it? It's only school."

"Yujin. It's my life. I don't have money or assurances or—"

"You have me." Yujin steps forward, looking down at you in your seat, smiling. "Right?"

You look at her all confused. How do you reply to that? What does she even mean by that?

"I've got your back, okay? Always," Yujin assures, her smile so calming and comforting and yet, her words leave something to be desired. "Trust me."

Yujin raises a delicate hand toward your cheek, hovering millimetres from touching, just close enough for you to feel her heat and her draw. For an agonising second, all is silent as the air hangs tense. Then the touch. The smoothness of fingers that have never worked a day in their life against your skin.

"I already called the school. Told them Daddy would cut his funding if they didn't brush it under the rug." It's all so easy for her. How casually she flaunts her money and influence. But as the fingers trace the edge of your jaw, graze across your cheeks and come to rest their pad beneath your chin, tilting your head upward and casting your vision toward the young woman's bright smile, you can’t help but pin your hopes on her.

There's this moment you're stuck in, staring at her smile and wishing you could kiss it. Her fingertips threaten to draw you in but just as you let them, she slips them off you and pulls herself back. "But—" Yujin says with a wink, "you owe me."

She takes three steps back, slipping back into the cubby of a changing room across from you.

Yujin turns to the mirror, admiring the dress, her fingers running flat against her stomach. Her arms trail up along her side and around, stroking and smoothing down the fabric. Her shoulders shift, tugging on the fabric and perfecting the fit as she always does. "You're right. This is the one. You have good taste."

Yujin reaches her hands behind her back, fingers reaching her upper back and to the fabric of the dress. You watch, breathing steadily, as her fingertips begin to work the zipper, sliding it downward ever-so-slowly, exposing an inch of skin, then another, and another…

She tilts her head and gives her hair a subtle shake, exposing the nape of her slender neck. With a gentle roll of her shoulders, the dress falls loose, slipping from the sharpness of her shoulders, and gathering up on her elbow and waist. Her back is bare to you, and when you can drag your eyes to the mirror, a lot more too. That's when you catch her gaze, looking back in the mirror, watching the effect she has as the dress falls further, fully from her arms and waist to the floor.

Now only her underwear hugs her hips, the soft lace of her panties a little sheer, framing her perfectly round ass. Her eyes are fixated on your own, her face almost twisted, so sadistically joyous, revelling in the sight of your torture. Yujin says nothing—how could she say a word to ruin this tension? A laugh slips through her lips, and then she reaches behind her for the curtain. Drawing an end to the act as she conceals herself behind the fabric.

“Take this," she calls through the curtain and you're still trying to settle back into reality when out pops her hand, the dress draped over it. "You still have my card, right? You can go pay."

You take the dress, not knowing how to reply.

Yujin continues, "meet you by the door."

***

"Did you two just—?"

"She's in the changing room, Rei. At the store."

"Oh." Rei sounds out of breath and fatigued, her words come heavy, laced with pants. "Fuck it. You can help me. You're the only person who answered."

"What's wrong Rei?" You're talking with your eyes fixed across the room, waiting to see Yujin emerge.

"What's the best excuse to get out of a guy's apartment?" Rei is hushed a little now.

"Wait. Are you in there right now?"

"In the bathroom, he can't hear me right now, but yeah. I need an out. This guy was texting me about how well he was going to fuck me and he blew in like a minute." There is some disgust in her tone, a clear sense of disillusion. "Dude ended up just watching me get off. Prick."

Trying to keep it on topic, and trying to not imagine Rei masturbating, you say, "family emergency is always a good one. Hang up. Walk back into the bedroom. Then I'll call you pretending to be your uncle."

"A sexy uncle or a creepy uncle?"

"Your choice?"

"I'd say you're more of a sexy uncle."

You try not to indulge her. "Rei. Go."

"Right."

She hangs up. And you give it a minute, counting back from sixty. You call her, and when she answers, you turn up your volume, which grabs the attention of a few people in the store. "Rei! Rei! Where are you?"

"Uncle? What's wrong? Calm down!" She even sounds slightly convincing.

"Your aunt. There's been an accident. You need to hurry." You're quieter now, and the eyes around you go back to whatever they were doing.

"Yes uncle. Right away! I'm on my way now." Then you barely hear her ad she's speaking to the mystery man in the room with her. "Sorry, I have to go. It's my uncle. My auntie... she..."

Wow. She even sounds so genuinely upset. There's probably even a fake tear in there somewhere. There's some more muffled conversation you can't make out, likely Rei's dropped the phone while she dresses. You can imagine it, even if you couldn't make out what's going on in the background. She's feigning a panic, apologising to the guy, quickly pulling on her panties while he's laid there all confused. She's grabbing a shirt, jeans, a coat, and then rushing out the door. All the while maintaining her worry.

"Uncle?" she calls down the phone after some sounds of commotion. "I'm on my way now." There's the sound of a door slamming in the background.

"Rei? You good?" you ask.

"I'm out now. Thank you. Ugh. At least one guy didn't let me down today. Why is it so hard to just get a good fuck?" She lets out the words with a sigh, her tone is annoyed, and the sound in the background has changed. Her steps. The outdoors. The sound of cars.

"Take it as a compliment. Maybe you're just too hot for him."

She laughs a little, "yeah or my pussy is too good. Some people aren't prepared for what my pussy can do." She laughs again, louder this time and it brings a chuckle from yourself.

"Got to go now, Rei. Text me when you're home," you tell her.

"Wait! Before you go, what are you doing in say... an hour?"

"You what now?"

"Come on." She whines in that exaggerated way she can't quite contain. "If you're not busy then..." She trails off and silence follows.

You're not even sure what to think. Not sure what to say. "Rei..."

"Just kidding. Thanks again." She speaks in a hurry and hangs up the phone quickly too, before you can even say goodbye. You bring the phone in front of you, to make sure the call ended. It did.

You look up from the screen just as Yujin appears across the store.

***

Yujin leads you through the mall as you trail just behind her, one arm draped in bags full of clothes worth more than triple the car you drove her here in.

"Trust me. If it's not in a cone, then it's just not right," Yujin insists. You're not sure how you've come down to arguing about the semantics of eating ice cream, but here you are.

"But what if it's in a glass and it has a wafer with it? It's the same taste. The same substance," you contend, trying to reason.

"That's a sundae and sundaes are a whole different thing altogether. Everyone knows that."

"Okay, so what's wrong with that, but in a plastic cup?"

"You mean in a disposable container with not much thought, nor flavour nor creativity?" She stops in place, turning to you and saying, "Ice cream is an experience." She raises her hand to her head, grabbing at it and feigning frustration.

"So, glass okay, cone okay, plastic cup, not okay? Even if it's the same ice cream in all three?"

"Exactly." That's her reasoning, for leading you all the way to the other side of the mall, to the place that puts ice cream in a cone, and not in a little tub.

You hold your tongue for a minute and follow. Waiting for that perfect moment to throw your next question out there. You're slipping through the crowds of people, cutting around groups as they browse and peruse the items on display at the front of each store, and occasionally avoiding the people mindlessly walking on their phones.

Yujin is looking ahead and she doesn't see it coming. Two kids running right across her path. You quickly reach for her arm and pull her out of the way just in time to avoid them running headlong into her. 

"What are you—"

"Careful." You tilt your head towards the kids as they run across in front of you.

"Oh." Yujin flicks her gaze after them and turns it up at you, smiling. "My hero," she says whimsically, almost to the point you feel she's mocking you. Yujin lifts her arm under your grasp until she meets your hand with her own, and then interlocks her fingers into yours. She continues leading as if nothing at all has changed. You're following her again, past countless stores, your hand bound with her all along.

"So, Yujin, soft-serve or—"

"Don't even go there." Yujin laughs, turning to flash you a smile. She pulls on your hand to bring you to a stop. "Here we are."

"But, we didn't even discuss flavours..."

***

It's different, and not entirely comfortable. Usually, Yujin is buried in her phone, scrolling down her feed, flicking through stories or reading all those weird Instagram message requests she gets from her followers. Not this time. No, Yujin is sitting beside you in the passenger seat, her phone nowhere to be seen—enjoying life. Enjoying your company.

She still has her ice cream, in a cone just as she wanted, and she's sharing it with you as you drive. She reaches over between her licks to give you a taste.

It's not just that, it's how talkative she is—now more than ever. Never has she been so willing to discuss her family. She's just finished telling you all about her auntie and how her mother helped her set up a shop overseas, and how she’s visiting her right now. All this talk has led her to her father, who she talks about with much less fervour.

You will never forget the first time you met him; the imposing aura the man commands and his rigorous standards for everything. Her stories though? They seem more like myths.

"He ran a whole rival company into the ground. Pricing them out of deals, cutting shady deals himself. It was ruthless. But effective," Yujin says, pausing before she gives her ice cream another lick. "Hundreds of people lost their jobs; it was all on the news. I was young, so I didn't really understand. Mother tells me it changed him. He was away for a long time. I went years without really spending time with him."

"Yujin... I don't understand. He always seems so..."

"Nice?" Yujin completes the statement for you with a sarcastic laugh. "When he's home, he puts on the act. But when he's away, sometimes mother just wishes he would stay there." She's looking straight ahead now, focusing on the view out the front window as you dip off the highway.

"Can I ask about the scar, then?" It's a topic you're unsure about broaching, but it feels like the kind of chance that won't come again if you leave it.

"Scar? The one on his neck? He wouldn't even tell me or mother how he got it. Probably some ex-employee, or... an ex-lover." That's the one thing you knew about him. Yujin told you before about how he barely even hides his trysts from his wife and the damage it has caused.

"Sometimes I wish the entire company would just burn, and we would all be left with nothing. Have a normal life."

“A normal life isn’t any better, Yujin. Just a different shade of the same colour.”

There's a vulnerability to her now that always seemed so elusive. It's the softness of her tone and the almost timid smile that crosses her face when you look over. Then comes the quiet. The silence as she waits—waits for the world to answer all her unanswered questions. Waits for you to give the reassurance she needs, to know she's not alone.

With one hand still on the wheel, you reach the other over to her lap and find her hand.

"Don't." Yujin pushes back at first. But the harder she pushes, the tighter you squeeze and you let her know that you're going to be here. Her resistance crumbles and the fight subsides. And Yujin entwines her hand back with yours, locking her grip. "Thank you."

You turn the next corner and the molten orange afternoon sun burns ahead of you, threatening to fall below the horizon. Its warm rays burst with vivid colour.

"You never talk about your parents," Yujin asks with a soft curiosity.

"I don't know them. It's just my brother and me. Always has been. Always will be. He raised me," you explain so simply.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I sound so ungrateful now." This might be the first time you have ever heard Yujin utter that word—sorry. She holds a little tighter onto your hand, a returned reassuring squeeze to tell you she cares.

You keep hold of her as you turn into the gated grounds of her house, pull up into her long-cobbled driveway and pull the car over in front of the door.

"You should come in, stay with me until the party," she offers, refusing to let go of your hand.

"I have to go home, I have to wash and change and..." You trail off, omitting the fact you also have to go to Minju's place before the party. Her hold on your hand loosens as you speak but you hold a little tighter and tell her, "but, I'll see you soon."

The warmth of her touch departs your grip. Her face seems more understanding. "You will." She smiles and behind her, through the window, you spot her staff approaching to help with her bags. "Don't be late, okay?"

You give her a firm single nod as she steps out of the car.

***

You're about to buzz for the third time, but you pause to check your phone. You read the address over and over. You're at the right place. Maybe Minju made a typo? Maybe she did this on purpose just to waste your time? You press the buzzer a third and final time. It rings and rings until eventually the screen lights up.

Minju's face is pressed to the camera. "You're early."

"Actually, I'm right on time."

She turns away from the camera to check the clock on the wall. She leans a little to get a better look, bringing more of her into view. More accurately, bringing her bare shoulders into the camera shot. "Fuck," she says as she turns back to the camera. "Okay, look, just come up."

"But I have a taxi here waiting."

"So wave them away." The camera cuts off and the door buzzes open.

You roll your eyes and open the door, turning to the taxi driver and lazily waving a hand before you enter.

When you make it to Minju's apartment, a surprise awaits. You find the door unlocked—that's not the surprise. What's behind it is what is so unexpected. It looks like the aftermath of a localised apartment tornado.

There are shoes on the floor between strewn-out items of clothing as soon as you enter. There's a pair of her jeans right by the door and next to them a bra. You drag your eyes across the room and things don't get any better. You don't even want to know how that pair of tights ended up hung over her TV. Or why there's one of her bomber jackets hung from the fridge? And you especially don't want to question how the back of her sofa became her de facto underwear drawer—there are six or seven pairs laid out along it.

"Minju, it's me," you call out.

Minju pokes her head from her bathroom door. "Take a seat."

"And where in the world am I supposed to find one?" Even her dining chairs hold two folded stacks of work clothes.

Minju shrugs and scrunches her nose before ducking back into the bathroom. A moment of silence is followed by the blaring of a hair dryer. You navigate the floor like a minefield until you close in on the door she just slipped into. You check your watch, just twenty-five minutes until when you told the girls you would be there. Until when Yujin is expecting you—alone.

"Minju!" You call over the sounds of her drying her hair..

She speaks from within, her voice almost completely muffled. "What's wrong?" The sounds cut to quiet.

"Ten minutes until we need to—" Your voice is caught in your throat as Minju emerges from the bathroom. She's wearing nothing but the scent of her soap and the soft glisten of her damp skin. And, in true Minju style, she doesn't cover herself, she doesn't even shy away.

It’s all so… blasé.

"My eyes are up here." Her giggling is playful and sultry, luring you to her, and there is no place else for your gaze to drift. All you have to do is watch. Follow every drop and curve, every exquisite angle. The wet, raven hair hangs heavy down her back.

"You— we— clothes— where are your clothes?"

"Ummm..." Minju raises her hands in a form of shrug as she twists and scans around the room. "They're somewhere here. Probably." She keeps walking, across your path and into the kitchen. You watch her as she struts all the way to the far counter. She stands for a moment or two in a pose, her weight on one leg and the other propped on her tiptoe.

She finally turns back to you, half a bottle of wine in her hand and a half-cocked smile on her lips.

"Minju, I need to—"

"When was the last time you had a drink? Anything since yesterday afternoon?" she asks as she sweeps two glasses that don't even look clean from the countertop.

"No, nothing, but—"

"How about sex? Fucked anyone else since me?" she's asking so casually as she places the two glasses on the small part of her table that isn't covered in books, papers and boxes. She uncorks the wine bottle and begins to pour.

"What? No, but Minju... it's almost—" Your pointless protests are stilted by the young woman thrusting a glass of wine towards you, which you feel compelled to step closer and take. You stand across from her, glass in hand, staring at a face that's staring back.

"Me neither. Cheers," she says, tilting her glass toward you as an invitation. You clink them together and follow her lead, drinking the wine in one go. “That's the drink out of the way. Now how about a fuck?"

Minju places her glass onto the table and then she approaches, sauntering one foot in front of the other until her bare chest presses against yours.

"Time is ticking, I know." Her mouth is beside your ear, whispering into it and brushing the tip of her nose across your cheek. “But we can be quick."

She slides back a step, her hand taking hold of your collar, tugging you toward her as she takes another step. You pass by the table and you take the chance to place your glass alongside hers before she continues to draw you across the room.

You don't resist. Couldn't stop yourself even if you wanted. You step as she guides you. Follow as she leads until her hips rest against her kitchen counter. There you close the space, pressed together, looking into her dark eyes—tainted with want. There's something about Minju that makes everything simple. All the world, the noise, the games. All the expectations and pressures of normal life are foregone and stripped away, leaving only you, her, and basic instinct.

Your fingers cup her jaw, following the smoothness and warmth of her cheeks. It's a subtle action, a movement slow in motion yet so immediate in meaning. As you make your desires known, the sparkle that plays at the corners of her eyes draws your lips into hers.

You near a kiss until she turns away at the last moment, leaning herself forward and presenting her bare back to you. "What do you see?" she asks, looking back at you.

The soft curve of her spine paths her back all the way to the dimple at the base. You smooth the flat of your palm along her sides, touching gently across the silkiness of her warm, wet skin. Your lips come down, pressed to her shoulder and you brush the tip of your nose along her nape. And just like that, you're intoxicated by her. All sense and rationality abandoned. "You."

"Then fuck me." Her voice is sweetly coarse, a gentle whisper. You hear a faint noise escape, a gentle mewing of want.

And fuck you will. Your hands run over her, squeezing gently as you lower. All the while she presses and writhes herself against you, rubbing and stirring at your building lust, toying it further and further. Minju bends over more, backing herself against you until you're made to take a step back. She keeps her hands against the wood as she lowers her head further and slightly parts her legs. 

You're quick to unbuckle your belt, pop the button, unfasten the zipper and slip your boxers low enough to take out your dick. Hard, ready, wanting, and there's an invitation in front of you. Bare and inviting, warm and moist, enticing and so perfect.

Minju turns to flash her eyes over her shoulder, holding the very image of invitation. So, with only that little cue needed, you slide inside her. One short stroke followed by a deep, stretching push, all the way, your hips crashing to meet her. Slow, sensual motions in and out as you grip her waist.

"Faster. Like you mean it." There it is. The thing you love and hate about Minju—the expectation, the challenge, the attitude, the need for more.

A few deep breaths and you grip a little tighter. Brace your legs a little firmer and with a shift of weight forward you drive harder into her and her mewl of approval spurs you onward. You hit a rhythm that suits you both. Her back arches. She sways forward with each motion before bucking her hips back, pushing you as hard as you're pulling, matching your want with hers.

As you both find comfort in your actions, a rhythm that doesn't chase a high but pleases wholly, Minju looks over her shoulder again with a question on her lips. "Who's Yujin?"

A quick answer leaves you. "Not now," you respond, while you pull at her hips and pull a whine from her.

Minju's voice is barely a whisper. She repeats the name, questioning it a second time and asking, "You didn’t tell me yesterday. Who is she?"

"Can't you let it go?"

"You have your cock in me. Least you can do is answer my question." Minju is smiling when she says it, showing her teeth with a look that just dares you to not do as she says.

"Fine," you reply and then slide your hand up her body, reaching to cup one of her tits while you fuck her. "Yujin is a friend," you say, and you know how unsure you sound. "And she's a friend of Gaeul and Wonyoung too."

"So, really, have you fucked her too?" The question is as blunt as she can possibly make it and Minju emphasises it further with a deliberate shake of her ass into you, driving her hips back to make a point.

"Nope."

"But you want to." This time, a statement, not a question.

"Why do you think that?"

"As soon as I mentioned her name I could feel you twitch inside me. Fuck me a little bit harder. You wish I was her." Minju laughs, a hand moving behind her back, snaking around to grip her own ass.

"I didn't. I just— It was you, I—"

"I don't care. Think about her if you want. As long as you fuck me." Minju is demanding, the statement becomes her prerogative. She bites her lip and plays with herself. She knows exactly the way to tease and taunt. "That's why you're even doing this? Did Yujin not show enough affection? Too high and mighty to put out? Or does she just not like you?"

"It's complicated." You slow your movements to a series of leisurely strokes. It gives you a moment to collect your thoughts and choose your words. "We've had... moments... but I don't really understand her. But fuck she drives me insane. She's this mystery and sometimes a contradiction and you know what, Minju? Sometimes she infuriates me with her teasing." You remember just earlier today, her little show in the changing room and how it led to nothing more. You hold Minju a little firmer with a tight grasp on her waist and her breast. The anger pushes your hips against hers with a little more force.

"Ooohh... someone is frustrated. It's fucking hot when girls play coy, isn't it? Seeing her and the power she has over you. Dangling the prize and not giving it to you." Minju arches her back and looks at you, a curl in the corner of her lips as she asks, "would you rather be inside her?"

"I'm inside you," is all the answer that comes. It is a grunting, panting whisper. You thrust a little deeper and a moan fills the air.

"Fuck me harder then, use me. Fuck me like I'm Yujin. Like I'm the fucking tease that's finally giving you what you want."

There's something about the way she's taunting and coaxing you that awakens this raw, carnal lust. How does she read you this well? She's got your thoughts down to the very emotion in such a perfect moment, in a time of emotional fragility, and in a way that's strangely flattering, a kind of praise in and of itself. And Minju is saying everything that excites you most about the way you think about Yujin. All of the want and the unfulfilled frustration. All of it validated.

So you fuck her. Truly fuck her.

And you try and bury into her how much Yujin affects you. You push Minju's hips against the counter, slamming her against it and she sends a couple of pots flying in her wake. "Yes, you want her like this," she says in between pants as your thrusts speed to new heights. Minju bucks her hips into you to meet your motions, but even as she braces herself as best she can, she cannot quite catch up.

"Take her as you take me," she cries, letting out the mewing moans with a chorus of gasps, one for every time you grind your cock deep within her, you feel a squeeze, the gripping of her walls, the milking, beckoning tightness. "Break her, like she's never been fucked."

"Ahhh Minju..." You grind in deeper.

"Yujin. You're fucking Yujin!" Minju calls.

You are driven to your deepest. One final stroke as Minju clamps her thighs together.

She yells her words in an abrupt, lustful explosion. "What does Yujin like? Does she like this?" Minju teases, trying to sound seductive despite the audible lack of air in her chest and the torrents of orgasmic energy flooding through.

"Fuck," you grunt, clapping your hips against Minju's ass. Your mind is a cocktail of reality and imagination. A beautiful girl in front of you. The image of Yujin taking off her dress in your mind. That fucking tease, showing you and playing with you and taunting you. She's smiling—they're both smiling. Minju and Yujin. Looking back at you. Smiling, goading, taunting, playing.

"Harder! Fucking harder!" Minju squeals with excitement as she throws herself against the surface in front of her, sending more things flying out the way onto the floor. You have a hand in the centre of her back, pinning her down while you slam into her throbbing cunt. Again and again, the slaps and the wet smacks resound with every impact. "Let it out," she squeals.

Her words stir an inferno, building a flame inside and its warmth fans out, spreading and warming every part of you. Its fire melting and burning you in its powerful force. And then with one last plunge, you hold yourself, pressing as deep into her as possible, filling her up and sending yourself bursting and exploding through her.

The rushing wave. Flooding torrent. Thunderous release.

Everything let go.

In her, and held fast, still spasming, still releasing, spilling, and pouring everything. Everything spent, empty, drained. You try and catch the breath that evades your racing heart and heaving chest. Sweaty and slick. Warm and tender. The exhaustion settling in.

It's all so fucking cathartic. A long-suppressed and repressed fire finally unleashed and given its time to burn. Unhindered and unchained, and all under the watchful eye of your own personal confidant, coaxing out what's been buried, releasing its lock, freeing its bounds.

"Now tell me... how long have you wanted that?" Minju asks, and the satisfaction in her voice makes it clear that she already knows.

With your pulse pounding and breath racing, you're not ready to face her just yet. It takes another moment, holding her, pressed against her, feeling the closeness in a way that you could almost say is romantic. Minju wriggles under you and releases a laugh.

She shuffles and slides away from you, forcing your still sensitive, softening dick to slip from her. Now she is facing you and it's a sight worth appreciating, but at the same time, so, so dangerous. Her beauty is special, but your mind is a mess.

"So..." Minju pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, trapping it between her teeth for a second as she dips her head then she laughs. "Did you have any other fantasies with her?"

"Minju." It's the most exhausted warning you can muster as you sink to the floor, sitting back against a kitchen cupboard.

"If it's any consolation. She's missing out. You're a great fuck. Just what I needed."

"Right back at you," you say, leaning back your head, exhausted, to rest on the cold wood. You stare up at the white ceiling, in a strange reminisce. It isn’t exciting but it’s preferable to your thoughts.

"Hmmm, that's cute." Minju is still standing beside you, using a piece of kitchen towel to awkwardly clean herself up. She wipes the thick, slick mess away and asks, "And look. What we just did, it's not weird. I get it. We're two friends just helping each other out. No strings."

You nod slowly, taking her sentiment.

"Don't worry. Yujin will know nothing. Our little secret," Minju says, patting your head. You sit for a moment in silence, Minju still by your side, she's getting herself a bottle of water now from the pack next to her.

"Minju?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is your place such a fucking mess?"

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A/N: future parts will pick up in a smut sense with the other characters, promise.

also, I have no idea what i'm doing anymore with this part, I feel like this part isn't very good, but trust me, big things are coming.

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AY don't say that! I love and look forward to your Futa fics!!! it's so hard to find good Futa idol x m reader

Hears a futa idol x malereader

Dominant futa Irene x sub malereader

Bdsm femdom futa

Attic of Punishment

Male Reader x futa!Irene

Length: 1748 words

Tags: futa!idol, BDSM, hardcore, everything here is consensual, whips, bondage, face fucking, breathplay, dom!idol, pain and scars, hints of CBT, condoms, anal, reader receives anal, rough sex, doggy, slaps, spanking, cursing, analpie, lucky_lawyer!you

TW: nothing to be triggered by ;D

(A/N: I promise there is more non-futa smuts coming, but some of these ideas are too hot to just ignore.)

"Look who's back again."

Irene is in the process of kicking off her heels, but she stops when your eyes meet hers. Even as a lawyer whose basic needs are covered thousandfold, your need to sneak into her attic and get punished for it can't be satisfied with just one visit per month. You need her to slam you against the tabletop and keep those damn heels on to kick your itchy spot.

That itchy spot is your ass or your face or wherever she says it is.

"You always keep the window open, Mistress, I was just passing by," you 'defend' yourself (worse than you would defend any client of yours) and take a respectful step back, against a table you 'didn't know about'. Irene looks amused for a second. It changes when she is within striking distance.

"Just passing by?" She raises an eyebrow, cruelty in her eyes; the way her lips tilt down is deadly. "I know where you live, it's nowhere near close. You'd never pass this house, bullshit!

"Turn around. Bend over. I've had it with you."

Wordlessly, you follow Irene's order. Before your face can meet the table, she has already unbuckled your belt and scoffs. It has to be amusing to see you relaxed, without formal clothing, without underwear.

"Only jeans? Are you taunting me?"

"I-I'd never do that, Mistress!"

"And now you dare to talk back?!"

You don't know where she got it from without you noticing, but the unmistakable sound and sting leave no doubt in your mind: Irene has used her whip on you. And she will do so again. Right now.

Strikes on your ass cheeks, strikes on your thighs, the bare flesh gets covered in painful marks, all red like fire and burning with similar intensity. It puts your mind in a state of bliss, where you can scream out in a way you never could in court. Irene expects you to get it out of your system, but for some reason, she stops at the seventh strike.

You don't hear her as the pain still lingers and beautifully numbs your mushy mind. Suddenly, you feel constraints around your ankles, holding you in place and exposing your crown jewels right below your ass. They are in a lot of trouble and this intensity makes your heart race.

"You're twitching," Irene observes and drags a finger over your trapped cock and balls. You know it's the pointer of her right hand. She always has short, unpainted, unmanicured fingers on her right hand. The other however—

A kick to your ass. Irene's foot barely misses your most precious spot. It's not precious to her, she always makes this clear, yet it is rare for her to get this close to killing your fertility. It's exhilarating.

Another kick. You gasp, the scream stuck in your throat, so she kicks it out again; this time, her heel grazes your balls. The scream quickly transforms into a squeal as she crushes you, as the pointy end of her heel digs into your already sore cheeks. You cannot escape, your legs are tied together after all, yet you still try to get out of her way.

Now, that's where you can hear her thoughts, loud and clear, even when your mind is drunk on the cocktail of pain and pleasure. 'You dare dodge me? You dare disobey me? If I want to, I can just end your pathetic manhood!'.

In the end, those words might only cross your mind as Irene grabs your wrists and chains them to these inconspicuous metal rings at the attics ceiling. At first glance, it looks like most attics, maybe a bit cleaner. At second glance, one would notice the frequently used furniture, the chains in the back, maybe the foldable stretcher. Only when you are introduced to the Mistress however, do you know what kind of room this is.

"Looks good on you," Irene concludes when she looks at your new position. You're still bent over the table, but now your arms are uselessly stretched into the air, immovable. You cannot push yourself upright, hell, you cannot free yourself realistically. There is no other option but to bow to her, bend to her will. "You know what will happen now."

Irene's crotch is in front of you. Her dress is short and a prominent bulge seems to stare at you. Without warning, Irene slaps your face. "Look up when I'm talking to you!"

"Yes, Mistress, I'm sorry. I will give it my all."

"We'll see about that." She rolls up her dress with one hand, the other prying out your tongue. "Open wide and take what I'm going to give you with grace."

"Yesh, Mishtresh."

Unbearable anticipation can make a man do stupid things. Like breaking into the attic of his weekly dom. But when your punishment for this feels like a reward, you are bound to do many, many stupid things in the future as well. You look on with thrill as Irene's hard cock shoots out from underneath her dress and hits you in the face. She coos when you gasp.

"Oh, and no breathing."

Irene's left hand, fingernails perfectly manicured and colored in wine red, with sharp edges and pointy ends, is pressed against your face. You only start to fight for air however when she shoves her cock into your agape mouth, uses your slack jaw to bury herself deep to make your chin feel her pubic hair.

"Suck and gag. Make that lying lawyer-mouth useful."

She didn't really need to tell you. Her short, forceful thrusts make you lose your mind. Reflex after reflex, you push out saliva in huge spurts, while every hit of her cockhead against the back of your throat makes you tear up. God, Irene fucks your face so well. You cannot dodge, you don't want to dodge it. She can go faster, pinch your nose harder, make you lose consciousness around her pretty cock.

"Fucking idiot, breaking into my attic." Irene yanks your hair back. Her cock falls out of your desperate lips trapping it, and your even more desperate lungs search for oxygen. "You think a little suck is enough for me to forgive and forget?"

"Mistress, I thought—"

She smacks your face. Her pointy nails leave a tiny, painful cut. You hiss in a secret victory as she steps around the table.

"Silence. Don't say a word unless I speak to you directly." Your body tenses up. Irene has put a finger on your sac. Luckily, it is on her right hand, otherwise one quick motion would leave you in the most destructive, cataclysmic and humiliating pain imaginable. "You know I can crush you with just one hand. And you would probably like it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

A hmph and Irene starts to give your balls tiny slaps that make you jump. She watches closely as your body rocks and your hard cock twitches against the edge of the table. That's when you hear her chuckle and rip apart a pack of condoms.

"I can't lie that it looks cute. Pathetic, but cute. If you can take my load like a good butt slut, I'll let you cum on the floor so you can clean it with your tongue later."

The pause during which she rolls the condom on her dick is a trap designed for foolish boys and girls, who would respond to a question not yet asked. Depending on how good or bad they have been, she would punish them severely. You, however, remain silent until the time is right.

"Are you ready to take my cock?"

"Yes, Mistress, please use my ass for your pleasure."

She smacks it. "I like the sound of that." And pushes inside with little resistance. It's not the first time she fucks you like this. Back then, it felt like sodomy, violation of the highest degree, but then you started to love the pain and loosen up easily. Now, it's all bliss from start till finish—and Irene decides when she is finished.

"I know you're leaking, you lawbreaking lawyer," Irene growls as her hips buckle against you, as her cock probes into your soft anal tissue. "You're a bigger whore than Sooyoung, maybe rivaling Yerim."

"B-but can I even reach Seungkwan or M-Miss Kang?" you moan, laugh, something in between, mixed with the fear and the thrill for punishment. It comes in the form of a strong whiplash against your back. You're writhing in pain, the suspension in the air makes every muscle of yours ache and it's fucking perfect.

"Shut the fuck up." Your tongue is loose when Irene kicks in another gear and opens your asshole wide with her merciless thrust. She fucks you harsh, hammers your thighs against the table, adds scars to your back via her whip—it's like she wants you to cum earlier than ever.

There are layers to this. The intensity, the harshness, the amount of control you lose. With Irene as your Mistress, you quickly found your boundaries and in these boundaries she was able to give you orgasmic pleasure even before you cum, which just makes the eventual real climax all that better. You fucking grunt when she hits your prostate and balls at the same time and your hard cock spurts against the edge of the table and onto your own feet. Lots and lots of thick cum, you're a fucking fountain and Irene has noticed.

"We only stop when I'm fucking down with you."

That's what you wanted to hear. You want to reach that level where you are motionless in these ropes, tied to the ceiling, tight like a conveniently placed fleshlight for her to use and dump her load into. Sadly, she has to wear this condom. It's of course necessary, diseases and such, but you yearn for more. You need her to fill your ass for real.

For now, you have to live with her pulling at your hair, scratching your neck while a loud, animalistic groan announces her orgasm. You feel the condom inside you stretch, become warmer—a level of catharsis no amount of money, success or fame could make you feel.

“God, your tight ass, your fucking bussy is wringing me dry!”

Suddenly, Irene’s teeth sink into your neck and you yelp, eyes wide because you know that this isn’t over. A shiver runs down your bruised back when she whispers.

“Now, you will take my second load raw, whore.”

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Torn Hearts

Barely edited, wrote this to relieve stress, lmk if you guys enjoy this type of stories

In the dimly lit room, shadows danced across the walls as you sat alone, consumed by darkness. The weight of the world pressed heavily upon your shoulders, suffocating you with every breath. Thoughts of worthlessness and despair swirled in your mind like a tumultuous storm, drowning out any flicker of hope that dared to penetrate the darkness.

You had long been battling demons that lurked in the depths of your soul, demons that whispered lies of inadequacy and despair. Each day was a struggle to find purpose, to find a reason to continue existing in a world that seemed so indifferent to your pain.

And then she walked into your life, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the storm clouds. Wonyoung, with her radiant smile and gentle eyes, offered you a lifeline when you were drowning in the sea of despair. She became your anchor, tethering you to this world when all you wanted to do was let go and drift away.

But even her light couldn't fully dispel the shadows that lingered within you. The darkness still gnawed at the edges of your mind, threatening to consume you whole. You tried to hide your pain from Wonyoung, afraid of burdening her with the weight of your suffering, but she saw through your facade with a clarity that both comforted and terrified you.

One night, the darkness seemed to swallow you whole, leaving you gasping for air in its suffocating embrace. The whispers grew louder, urging you to end the pain once and for all. You found yourself standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering on the brink of oblivion, ready to take that final step into the abyss.

But then, like a guardian angel descending from the heavens, Wonyoung appeared, her eyes wide with fear and desperation. She reached out to you, pleading with you to hold on, to fight against the darkness that threatened to consume you. And in that moment, you realized that you couldn't bear to leave her behind, couldn't bear to inflict the pain of your absence upon her.

With her unwavering support and love, you found the strength to step back from the edge, to face the demons that haunted you with newfound resolve. Wonyoung became your lifeline, your reason for living, and you clung to her with a desperation born of fear and longing.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, as you and Wonyoung navigated the complexities of your relationship. Despite the lingering shadows of your past, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, you had found true happiness in her arms.

But fate had other plans.

One evening, as you returned home earlier than expected, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of your consciousness. A feeling of foreboding hung heavy in the air as you stepped into the familiar confines of your shared apartment.

As you made your way down the hallway, the faint sound of laughter reached your ears, sending a chill down your spine. Your steps faltered, your heart pounding in your chest as you followed the sound to the living room.

And there she was, Wonyoung, wrapped in the arms of another man. His hands roamed freely over her body, tracing patterns of desire along her skin as she giggled and leaned into his touch. The sight before you was like a dagger to the heart, a betrayal so profound that it threatened to shatter your very soul.

For a moment, you stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding before you. Anguish welled up inside you, a tidal wave of pain and betrayal threatening to engulf you in its icy embrace. Every fiber of your being screamed in protest, screaming out for justice, for retribution, for some semblance of closure in the face of such overwhelming betrayal.

But as you watched Wonyoung's laughter mingle with his, a numbness settled over you, suffocating the flames of rage and despair that threatened to consume you whole. It was as if you were watching the scene from a distance, detached and numb to the pain that tore at your soul.

And in that moment, you knew. You knew that the anchor you had clung to so desperately was nothing more than an illusion, a mirage in the desert of your existence. Wonyoung had never been your salvation; she had only been the chains that bound you to a life of misery and despair.

As Wonyoung's laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the steady patter of rain against the windows, you stood motionless, feeling as though the ground had been pulled out from beneath your feet. The world around you blurred into a hazy fog, your thoughts muddled and disjointed as you struggled to process the betrayal that had unfolded before your eyes.

But even as you tried to make sense of the chaos swirling within you, a part of you knew that there was no going back, no way to undo the pain and heartache that had been inflicted upon you. Wonyoung's betrayal had cut deeper than any physical wound, leaving behind scars that would never fully heal.

With a heavy heart and a soul weighed down by despair, you stumbled out of the apartment and into the cold embrace of the night. The rain soaked through your clothes, chilling you to the bone as you wandered the deserted streets, your footsteps echoing in the empty silence of the night.

With each passing moment, the numbness that had settled over you grew stronger, enveloping you in a cocoon of indifference that shielded you from the pain of your shattered heart. It was as though you had become a ghost, drifting aimlessly through the darkness with no destination in sight.

As the night stretched on into the early hours of the morning, Wonyoung's mind raced with worry and uncertainty. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that she had been caught in her deceit and now faced the consequences of her actions.

But despite the nagging doubts that plagued her, Wonyoung remained silent, unwilling to confront the truth that lurked just beneath the surface. She busied herself with preparations for the day ahead, hoping to distract herself from the gnawing sense of guilt that threatened to consume her.

When morning finally dawned, you still hadn't returned home, and Wonyoung's anxiety reached a fever pitch. She tried to push aside her fears, telling herself that you were simply out for a walk or needed some time alone to clear your head.

But as the hours ticked by and you still hadn't returned, Wonyoung's facade began to crumble. She knew deep down that something was terribly wrong, that the fragile balance of trust and love that had sustained your relationship had been irreparably shattered.

When you finally returned home later that day, Wonyoung's heart clenched with a mixture of relief and dread. She wanted to reach out to you, to hold you close and reassure you that everything would be okay. But as she looked into your eyes, she saw the pain and betrayal reflected back at her, and she knew that there was no turning back from the damage she had caused.

As Wonyoung hurriedly gathered her things and prepared to leave for work, you remained silent, your gaze fixed on some distant point beyond her reach. She wanted to say something, anything to ease the burden of guilt that weighed heavily on her heart, but the words remained trapped in her throat, unspoken and unheard.

When Wonyoung returned home from work, her heart sank at the sight of you curled up on the bed, tears staining your cheeks and despair etched into every line of your face. She longed to rush to your side, to wrap you in her arms and whisper words of comfort and apology into your ear.

But as she approached, a look of fear flickered across your face, and you recoiled from her touch as though her presence was a painful reminder of the betrayal you had endured. Wonyoung's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of your reaction, her own pain mirrored in the depths of your eyes.

"Please, don't," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper as you pushed yourself further away from her. "I can't... I can't bear it right now."

Wonyoung froze the weight of your words like a knife to her heart. She wanted to reach out to you, to bridge the chasm that had opened up between you, but she knew that the damage was already done. She had shattered the trust that had once bound you together, and now, there was no going back.

As the weeks passed, a tense silence settled over the apartment, broken only by the occasional strained conversation or forced smile. You allowed Wonyoung to go through the motions of affection, letting her kiss you and hold you close, but inside, you remained distant, your heart still raw from the betrayal you had endured.

Wonyoung, on the other hand, seemed to believe that things were slowly returning to normal. She went about her daily routine with a sense of quiet determination, her smiles masking the guilt and remorse that gnawed at her insides.

But beneath the surface, resentment simmered, a festering wound that refused to heal. You struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to confront Wonyoung and demand answers, and the fear of facing the truth and the pain that came with it.

Unable to bear the suffocating weight of your thoughts any longer, you found yourself wandering the empty streets, seeking solace in the bottom of a bottle. The alcohol burned as it slid down your throat, numbing the pain and blurring the edges of reality until nothing existed but the dull ache of emptiness.

In the dimly lit bar, surrounded by the laughter and chatter of strangers, you drowned in a sea of loneliness and despair. Each drink served as a temporary escape from the turmoil raging within you, a fleeting moment of oblivion in a world filled with heartache and betrayal.

But as the night wore on and the alcohol took hold, your thoughts turned to Wonyoung, to the pain she had inflicted upon you and the shattered dreams that lay in ruins at your feet. Anger bubbled to the surface, a searing heat that threatened to consume you whole as you raged against the injustice of it all.

And as you stumbled out into the cold embrace of the night, your mind clouded by alcohol and despair, you knew that you couldn't continue living like this, trapped in a cycle of pain and betrayal. Somewhere deep within you, a spark of determination flickered to life, a resolve to break free from the chains that bound you to a life of misery and despair.

As you lay in a drunken stupor, oblivious to the world around you, the sound of Wonyoung's voice pierced through the haze of alcohol and despair, jolting you awake from your restless slumber. At first, you thought it was a dream, a cruel trick of your tormented mind, but as the fog cleared from your brain, you realized with a sinking feeling that it was all too real.

As Wonyoung's voice echoed in the room, you felt a surge of disbelief and anguish wash over you, threatening to drown you in a sea of pain and betrayal. With trembling hands, you wiped the sleep from your eyes, hoping against hope that what you were seeing was nothing more than a horrible nightmare.

But as your vision cleared, the scene before you came into sharp focus, and the reality of Wonyoung's betrayal hit you like a ton of bricks. Your heart shattered into a million pieces as you watched her entwined with her lover, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, oblivious to the devastation they had wrought.

"Y/N, please," Wonyoung's voice rang out, filled with desperation and fear as she caught sight of you standing frozen in the doorway. She rushed towards you, her eyes pleading for forgiveness, but you recoiled from her touch, unable to bear the sight of her betrayal any longer.

"You lied to me," you whispered hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper as you fought to control the overwhelming surge of emotion threatening to consume you. "You made me believe that you loved me, that we had something real, but it was all just a lie."

Wonyoung's face contorted with guilt and remorse as she reached out to touch you, but you flinched away, the pain of her betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you turned away from her, unable to bear the sight of the woman who had broken your heart into a million irreparable pieces.

Without a word, you began to gather your belongings, your hands shaking with the weight of the decision you knew you had to make. Each item you packed felt like a dagger to the heart, a painful reminder of the life you had once shared with Wonyoung, now shattered beyond repair.

As you gathered your belongings, Wonyoung's desperate pleas filled the room, echoing off the walls like a haunting melody. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for another chance, her voice thick with regret and sorrow.

"Please, Y/N, don't leave me," she pleaded, her hands reaching out to grasp yours in a desperate attempt to keep you from slipping away. "I know I messed up, but I love you. I need you. Please, give me another chance."

But despite the pain and longing in her eyes, you knew that there was no going back, no way to undo the damage that had been done. The trust between you had been shattered beyond repair, and no amount of pleading or begging could erase the hurt and betrayal that had seared its way into your soul.

With a heavy heart, you turned to face Wonyoung, her tear-stained face etched into your memory forever. "I genuinely loved you, Wonyoung," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you looked into her eyes one last time. "I cherished the moments we shared together, and I'm grateful for the happiness you brought into my life. But I can't stay here, not after what you've done.

As the days passed, Wonyoung's heart weighed heavy with regret and sorrow, haunted by the memory of your departure and the pain she had inflicted upon you. She tried to drown out the echoes of your final words, to bury the guilt and remorse that threatened to consume her whole, but no amount of distractions could silence the voices of doubt and self-loathing that plagued her every waking moment.

And then, one fateful day, the news of your death reached Wonyoung like a thunderbolt, shattering the fragile illusion of normalcy she had tried so desperately to maintain. With trembling hands and tears streaming down her face, she read the details of your passing, each word a dagger to her already wounded heart.

In that moment, the full gravity of her betrayal hit Wonyoung like a tidal wave, sweeping her away in a torrent of grief and regret. She fell to her knees, her cries echoing off the walls of the empty apartment as she mourned the loss of the love she had taken for granted, the love she had destroyed with her own selfish actions.

Through tear-stained eyes, Wonyoung replayed every moment she had shared with you, every smile, every touch, every word of affection that had once filled her heart with joy and warmth. But now, all she felt was emptiness, a void that threatened to swallow her whole as she grappled with the enormity of her mistake.

In the silence of the empty apartment, Wonyoung wept for the love she had lost, for the pain she had caused, and for the chance she would never have to make things right. And as she cried herself to sleep, haunted by the ghost of your memory, she vowed to carry the weight of her regret with her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the price of betrayal and the cost of lost love.

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Bunny Wants Carrot

Jang Wonyoung x Male Reader

Tags: aegyo, (a little) armpit fucking, breeding kink, costume, couch sex, crazy riding, creampie, daddy kink, deepthroating, easter, high heels, lube, multiple orgasms, object insertion, slippery, sloppy blowjob, squirting, thong

Word count: 5023

Your Easter hasn't really been very enjoyable. Away from home for business in Korea, without your family to celebrate, it just seemed like you were going to have the worst holiday possible. You woke up tired and just wanted to go home as soon as possible, leaving the apartment the company you work for rented for you in Seoul to get some fresh air and leaving the door wide open in the process because you just didn't care anymore about it.

As you returned to it, you found a beautiful, tall, and young girl inside it, placing some little Easter eggs along the furniture and jumping up and down on high heels wearing a skimpy rabbit costume that fully displayed her perfect long legs and her skinny body.

"Who are you?" you asked, baffled by the scene you had just watched, seeing that tall girl bending over and wiggling her bunny "tail" and taking some eggs from her basket to place all over your apartment. Her thong was so small, you could see the lips of her pink pussy popping out of it already.

"I'm Jang Wonyoung, but for today, you can call me Cherry," she replied in perfect English to you, making you wonder how she even knew you spoke the language. "I'm just a young Easter bunny searching for something on this special day," she continued.

"Get out of my..." You couldn't even finish the sentence. "Shhhh," Wonyoung said. "I'm not getting out; you've got something I want," she continued, pushing you forward until she shoved your body into the couch. For such a skinny girl, she was really strong.

"What do you want?" you asked, still confused as Wonyoung got on her knees and ran her hands on your already exposed torso, giving you a kiss shortly after, before moving down and repeating the move on your crotch area. "You know there is that myth that bunnies like carrots," she said. "Well, that's actually true for me. But I like a different kind of carrot," Wonyoung continued. "One that can get hard even on cold days like today, like the one you've got between your legs, daddy," she kept going, pulling your underwear down and unveling your throbbing morning wood.

Wonyoung got wowed by the size of your cock, her eyes getting bright in a snap once she saw it, her face making devilish and naughty expressions already. "Nice carrot you got up there, Daddy. Don't you want to feed it to a needy, hungry bunny like me?" she asked. You were still asleep and confused by what was going on, but on a shitty day like today, you wouldn't say no to a free blowjob by a stranger.

Wonyoung pulled your undies down a bit and grabbed your shaft, giving you a sexy stare. As she just put the tip in her mouth, you already knew you would be in for a long ride, as her little, sloppy spits and warm mouth already had your tip throbbing.

"Damn, that's so good. For how long have you been doing this?" you asked out of curiosity. "Not much, daddy; I'm only 19, but I'm a very quick learner," she said, bragging about her cock-sucking skills. And indeed, you could attest that Wonyoung was a blowjob prodigy at such a young age, as she was already sucking the soul out of your cock with just a few licks.

Wonyoung started running her tongue over your shaft, paying special attention to the tip. You groaned and held your breath, as, despite being a total stranger, she seemed to already know which spots of your dick were the most sensitive. She followed it with a sloppy tip-sucking, putting not even a third of your cock in her mouth and slowly teasing you, increasing the pace as she turned the top third of your shaft wet, later adding her hands to jerk it off. It was truly the loudest blowjob a girl had ever given you, as Wonyoung got noisy every time her throat touched any part of your cock.

Wonyoung fully takes your underwear off, giving you a big smile as she gets on all fours and throats your cock harder, this time going halfway in and increasing the speed of her jerkoffs. You can't resist anymore and start to push up, trying to fuck her doll-esque face. Little do you know, this is the favorite move of everyone who gets to have their cocks inside her mouth, so she's already extremely prepared for it and barely flinches, just tucking her hair a little and closing her eyes as she loves that tip hitting the palate of her mouth.

As a matter of fact, after a while, Wonyoung bobs her head down your cock faster than you can up her mouth. As you make her gag, she gets even crazier, attacking your cock at full speed as her pussy is already dripping wet and she jiggles her little bunny tail. "Ohhhhh. Shitttt," you give an enlongated groan even though she has barely taken your cock deep into her throat yet, moving instead to lick your shaft sideways.

"Oh fuck, I can't take it," you say as soon as Wonyoung gives you the first deepthroat. A little precum flows out of your cock, and you wonder how you just didn't blow your whole load at that point already. You start counting to 10, but once the count reaches zero, you have to reset and do it all over again, as Wonyoung stays with your sword stuck deep in her throat for a good 20 seconds before she finally gags. "Holy shit, it's a magic bunny," you say, praising her insane cock-sucking powers.

You pray to God to rescue you on the day he resurrected, but he won't answer your prayers. You'll be going straight to hell for daring to get your cock sucked by a bunny that came out of nowhere to drain your balls. And the more you pray, the harder Wonyoung moves, craving that long, hard carrot up her mouth as she gets increasingly louder.

"Oh shit," you say as Wonyoung starts kissing and licking your shaft frenetically and gives you a begging stare before going back to attack your tip while twisting your cock with both hands. Your left leg starts to tremble as Wonyoung savors that carrot nonstop. "Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm," she moans between all that insane sucking of hers.

Wonyoung bounces her ass up and down, perhaps teasing you about something as she now finally takes your cock full length in her mouth. Her pussy lips are already throbbing, as they are right between the strings of her white bunny thong. You dunk Wonyoung's head on your cock, wanting her to deepthroat it forever even as your groans get more frequent and louder. She's truly a master of deepthroating; no matter the size of a cock, it all disappears under her perfect mouth.

"Can I see those titties?" you ask Wonyoung as soon as she finishes the blowjob. "Of course, daddy," she says, pushing the straps of her bunny lingerie to the side and showing her perky little tits. You really enjoy how soft they are and how you can cover them fully on your hands as you grab them by the bottom and lower your head to suck them off, starting with Wonyoung's right boob.

"Whoooa!" Wonyoung moans as you put your mouth on her tits, reaching under her panties to start masturbating herself. That incites your curiosity as you pull her thong to the side to finally see what her perfect pull looks like, with her dangling lips already ready to take your cock inside it. Wonyoung lets out an Aegyo-esque moan as you do it before asking. "How bad do you want to get inside this little pussy, Daddy?" "Very bad," you say as you softly place your hands on it and make Wonyoung feel like she has ascended to the heavens with just that little touch.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ohhhh," Wonyoung moans as you two get the perfect chemistry and world fully in sync, your right hand touching her pussy while her right hand still masturbates your cock. She starts moving up and down with her body and closes her eyes, dreaming of sitting on your dick as soon as possible. But first, she has to survive your fingers working all over her wet cunt, turning the floor her high heels step on very slippery and dangerous.

Wonyoung moans get more childish as you increase the pace of fingering her clit, with her responding in the same manner with your cock. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moans as her pussy keeps squirting all over your hands and her little boobs get bouncier. "Daddy makes this baby bunny cum so good," she says, turning her head and looking back at you as she gives you a kiss.

"Wait, daddy, what are you doing? It's already very slippery down here," Wonyoung says as you pick up a bottle of lube from her egg case and pour most of it on her tits and armpits, then move down and pour the rest of it in her belly and pussy. "Oh, I like that daddy," she said as you started rubbing her tits and getting them shinier before going back down to her pussy and making her squirt further on the floor, which led her to start to bounce out of excitement.

You place your cock between her bra straps and start fucking her clean armpits while also touching her tits as she slaps your cock in them. "Daddy likes those pits and titties?" she asks. "Yes, I do, but I like that pink pussy better; I want you to sit it down that cock, please," you told her.

"Yes, daddy, as you wish, baby bunny will sit in that carrot and ride it as you please," Wonyoung replied, shaking her "tail" as her cunt was already dripping before even going down that cock. "Give me that pussy," you commanded her. "Daddy is really impatient; let baby Bunny work on that cock a little bit more," Wonyoung replied as she still twisted your shaft and prepared it for penetration.

Wonyoung advanced a couple steps and sat on your cock at once, spreading her long legs. "OHHHHHHH MY GODDDDDD," she moaned as your full length impaled her pink pussy, but quickly settled down and started violently bouncing on it. "Fuck, daddy, that big cock is so perfect for my tiny little pussy," she said, moaning louder at each bounce, with no caution whatsoever to wake up your neighbors on this sacred holiday.

You were really impressed at the speed at which Wonyoung rode your cock, and she was doing it in full motion, going all the way up before smashing it all the way back down. "Those young girls are already full-fledged sluts by the time they turn 18, aren't they?" you thought to yourself, and yes, that was definitely the case with Wonyoung, as she kept giving you aegyo-esque moans each time she finished a bouncing move on that big dick.

"I'm a baddie for Daddy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ummmmmm," Wonyoung said between more moans as she kept smashing your cock nonstop; her appetite just seemed endless. One carrot was just not enough for that hungry bunny, but she would take it regardless.

Wonyoung started rotating on your cock, adding even more pressure as her vaginal walls smashed your shaft from all angles. You quickly found yourself regretting your words. If Wonyoung's blowjob was already tough to handle, her riding was 10 times harder to resist, as her pussy was extremely tight and wet, and she knew how to use it even better. 

Wonyoung just twisted your cock like a little toy, gyrating on it while bouncing mid-air. At that point, you had already outlasted most men when they got inside her, as 95% of them were done after just a minute. Once she stopped, she sat on your cock so hard that it felt like you were being smashed by the sun's gravity.

It was amazing the way her tight pussy was stretched out exactly to the size of your girth, no air going on it, the only thing filling it up being your cock and her juices. Wonyoung rode you so hard that she went too high in the air, which led to your cock popping out. To make up for that mistake, she descended down it as soon as possible and engulfed your sword balls deep back in her cunt, holding them inside her in that position for a good minute before resuming her crazy ride.

The string on Wonyoung's thong hit your shaft right by the side, increasing the friction on your cock. Wonyoung laughs as she tilts her body sideways and keeps bouncing, ripping your cock apart like it's nothing. She goes so fast that that her bunny ears fall off her head, forcing her to put it back on, giving you the opportunity you needed to push her close and pump up her pussy. Too bad you get too thristy and your cock ends up sliding out of her hole, allowing Wonyoung to recover and just get back to her usual insane riding, clapping her cheeks even harder each time she descends down that dick.

"YEAH. YEAH. YEAH. YEAH," Wonyoung says in perfect sync every time her pussy reaches the bottom of your shaft, doing this for a couple minutes before you make her stop. "Shhh, you're getting too loud," you tell her. "Sorry, daddy, your cock is too good; I want it all," she replies as you push up her pussy and she places her hands in her ass.

"Fuck, you're such a loud, bouncy bunny," you tell her as Wonyoung now rides you with her high heels stomping the floor, causing an earthquake in the neighbor's apartment below yours. Wonyoung tries to mitigate the noise while still riding by putting her long legs up and placing her heels on your couch, but that ends up being too much for them, as her heels end up breaking after such an intense ride, forcing her to remove them, as much as she always wants the heels to stay on during sex.

You push Wonyoung's thong even further to the side as she takes her broken high heels off, pointing your fully erected cock right at her cunt entrance for her to sit again. Wonyoung does so, but this time in reverse, fully spreading her legs and moving sideways as soon as she reaches the bottom of your shaft. Your hands reach up top and grab her perky tits from behind. "Fuck, those tits are so soft and that pussy so tight," you tell her. "Glad you like it, daddy," she replies as she goes back to smashing your cock, closing her eyes as she gets impaled even harder than during the first time.

Wonyoung keeps trying to find ways to give her bounce and extra spice, tilting her body in any way possible to let your cock reach new places inside her walls, leading to a lot of pleasure for herself. "Fuck," you groan as she starts doing such things, finally reaching her G-spot as she tilts your cock slightly towards the left side of her pussy and rotates on it to let it hit in different ways. Wonyoung then puts both hands on her little bouncy tits and adds lube all over her body, making it extremely slippery.

"AHHHH. AHHHHH. FUCK ME, DADDY," she says as she gets close to cum and loses control of her tits, then moves to her right side and sits on your cock completely sideways, which leads to her finally unlocking her orgasm as her bunny ears fall off once again. 

"Wiggle that tail for me," you tell her as she cums all over your cock, taking advantage of her weakness as she just finished cumming to pound Wonyoung hard, making her already sensitve pussy ache even further. "DADDY, DON'T STOP, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, AHHHHH!" she screams as her eyes roll and lots of squirt come out of her pussy.

Without even pulling out, you push Wonyoung closer to the couch, putting her in a spooning position, pumping and fingering her pussy at the same time while her right leg stays fully up in the air. You pull out a couple times to tease her throbbing clit with your shaft before going back in harder each time. "OH FUCK, KEEP GOING, DADDY," she screams, even as if she's this close to falling out of the couch.

But Wonyoung is no pushover and starts riding your cock even in a submissive position, like spooning, moving her body sideways up and down it, then teasing your cock with her well-polished nails once it slips out of her cunt, giving it a little massage with her hands, and pressing it against her entrance.

"Just like that, daddy," Wonyoung tells you in an out-of-breath way as you resume fucking her, massaging your balls as you go in and out of her pussy. "Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh," she softly moans as her thumb presses your sack hard. "Right there, right there, right there; don't stop, Daddy," she keeps guiding you. "FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM." Hearing those words leads you to go feral on her cunt, increasing the pace by a lot as you make Wonyoung orgasm for the third time in less than five minutes.

"I'M CUMMING. FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Wonyoung screams as her body collapses on top of yours; her legs trembling can barely secure her from falling to the floor. You tell her not to be so loud, but it's useless. When she cums, she lets it all out, screaming and laughing as her legs now shake even harder.

You get up as Wonyoung gets on her knees to taste her cherry-flavored pussy out of your cock, grabbing it hard at the bottom and starting from the tip like usual, before licking the whole extension and taking it deep in her throat. "Fuck yes, this is so amazing," you tell her.

"Turn around, please," you tell Wonyoung. "Yes, daddy," she says, still wanting to taste more of that cock. She jiggles her ass and puts her bunny tail back in place while still keeping her pussy lips fully visible. You grab Wonyoung by her little tail and pour lube all over her butt, which makes her moan in anticipation, especially as the cold liquid drips down her legs. You spread it all over her cute butt as her holes wink, waiting for more.

"Shake that ass you slutty bunny," you tell her. Wonyoung obviously obliges; nothing she loves more than a little shake. "Shit, that pussy is so pretty," you tell her as she shows it to you while shaking and you massage her ass. "If it's so pretty, how about you put that big cock back in it, Daddy?" she asks.

"Get up on the couch," you softly tell her. Wonyoung follows. "Fuck, you've got some great legs," you praise her as she gets on all fours and turns her butt in your direction. You then tease your cock all over her entrance, pulling her tiny thong to the side and making her moan as your tip touches her needy folds, showing how much she wants it. But you keep teasing her, rubbing your shaft all over her pussy and anus, before sticking it back inside her warm cunt.

"Yeah, baby, please, daddy, give it to me," she says as you enter back inside her, and Wonyoung gives you a cute aegyo that drives you crazy. You fuck her pussy slowly, going a little deeper at each thrust before pushing your cock all the way out. You repeat it for a couple minutes, getting Wonyoung even warmer for your big cock, but as soon as you fully remove her thong, you go all-in at her pussy, showing no mercy for this teen fuckdoll.

Wonyoung starts swinging her hips in your direction as you pound her. "Oh my gosh, daddy, you're fucking this baby bunny so hard," she says. "You want it harder?" you rhetorically ask her as you hammer her wet pussy. "Yes, daddy, please, yeash, ah, ah, ah," she says as she swings all the way into your crotch before you grab her tiny waist and put her in the right place. "Then take it," you tell her as you take control of her and smash her pussy.

The clapping sound of your balls against her cunt makes Wonyoung even needier. She loves that big carrot stretching her out to the fullest, biting her own hand not to cum again as you repeatedly hit her cervix and make her eyes roll. Her facial expressions get increasingly crazy as she sticks her tongue out and licks the eggs on the basket she was once carrying, throwing them out to distract herself from the hard pounding she was taking deep in her pussy and maniacally laughing as she once again pushes her hips down to take more of that cock.

At this point, you just stopped and appreciated Wonyoung's wilingness to get that big cock as deep in her pussy as she could, letting her take control and attack your carrot as she pleased, like the hungry bunny she was. "This baddie needs daddy's cock, ahhhhhh, yeahhhh," she said in her aegyo voice, moving up and down your shaft, giving you a lot of pleasure as her walls hit it from the side.

Once Wonyoung stopped, you went even more feral. The longer you fucked her, the more you needed that tight young pussy. It had been a long time since you had fucked such a great pussy like Wonyoung's. In fact, it was probably the best cunt you had ever fucked. "Keep going, daddy; I'm a needy bunny; I want that carrot buried deep inside me," she told you, driving you even more insane and leading you to lift her leg, which made her instantly moan in pleasure. "Oh yeah, just like that, Daddy," she said.

You added extra pleasure to Wonyoung as you started fingering her pussy shortly after putting her legs up in the air. This was a moment when she was glad she was skinny because her whole weight was now on her knees. She had to hold herself while your cock and hands stimulated her to the fullest. "Oh my gosh, fuck," she squealed as you kept pumping her tight pussy and increased the speed of your fingering, forcing her to hug her own right leg just not to lose balance.

"Give that cock back to me, give that cock back to me, please, daddy, I need it," she said as you teased her, pulling it out and then going in and out of her pussy with long, deep thrusts. But even in such an acrobatic position, she could still push her body closer to yours and ride your cock sideways like the good young whore she was.

"AHHHHHHH!" Wonyoung screamed as you destroyed her tight fuckhole, rolling her eyes as you showed her no mercy. The more she kept showing you how much of a cock-crazed slut she was, the harder you fucked her. "RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE. RIGHT THERE, DADDY," she kept yelling as you made her little tits bounce and her lose her breath until she couldn't hold herself by just one knee anymore.

Wonyoung got herself in a fetal position as you started eating her wet pussy next, placing a pair of Easter eggs in her legs. You picked one as well and started massaging her vagina with it after spitting all over her pussy. "Put it inside me, daddy," she ordered as you gave her some shallow thrusts with the little egg, using it like a sex toy, while she held another one in her mouth to muffle her moans. You slowly inserted the egg in her cunt, making her moan a lot as she brought the one in her mouth close to yours.

You kept fucking Wonyoung with that little egg before fully pushing it deep into her pussy. Wonyoung followed suit and inserted the one she had in her hands too, handing you another egg she had just kissed for you to use to rub her clit, before pushing the ones she had inside her pussy and using a different pair to massage her clit. "You want to give this bunny some babies for me to push like that, daddy?" she asked you, licking her chops and tasting her pussy from the eggs.

"Yes, I do," you said as you got back to teasing her with your throbbing cock. Wonyoung hugged her legs and stayed in a fetal position as you put your carrot back in her babyhole. "Fuck," she cursed as soon as you penetrated her. "Oh daddy, oh daddy, please breed this baby bunny, daddy," she told you, giving you naughty and needy stares and rolling her eyes as she was now just a bystander to your cock stuffing her tight cunt.

Wonyoung licked her chops and waited as you patiently worked to fill her up as much as you could. "Oh yes, oh yes, daddy," she moaned as her walls started to clench more than ever. "It's so fucking tight," you noticed. Wonyoung clinged to your arms, as all you could think of was to flood her pussy with your cum at any moment. You had to edge yourself a lot, as she soon turned herself into a moaning mess.

"That's right, daddy, keep going," she said in between some laughs. You had to pull out, as her reactions nearly made you cum right there. But you needed more of that tight pussy, going back in as soon as you recovered. Wonyoung kept laughing, moaning, and fingering her clit, as the longer you fucked her, the tighter her pussy was getting. She even brought back the egg she used to massage before and now rubbed it on your shaft, testing you even further.

Wonyoung's walls were clenching so hard that you had to make triple the initial effort just to get halfway inside her pussy. You had to pull out once again and rub your shaft against her tight hole, having to spit on it just to get your cock back inside her.

"Please, daddy, cum inside my pussy," her childlike voice demanded of you. Getting inside her cunt now felt like your cock was being sucked into a blackhole where demons were devouring it. "Why is this shit so tight?" you pondered as Wonyoung's pussy offered increased resistance to your thrusts. To make things worse, she kept teasing your throbbing cock with that egg, making it pulsate every time she ran it up and down your shaft.

You had to push extremely hard to get back deep inside Wonyoung's pussy, but you finally got there. Now, no air would go inside that hole, just cock and nothing else, as she incessively fingered her clit in pleasure. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she moaned. Every thrust now felt like hitting a hard wall, almost as if her pussy was made of steel, but you kept pushing nonetheless.

Wonyoung kept teasing you, removing the bunny ears from her costume and placing them just around the area where you were fucking her and teasing you with it. "Keep going, daddy; look at those gates," she said, pointing to the "portal" her bunny ears were forming around her pussy. "These are the gates of heaven; all you need to do is breed this needy baby bunny," she continued.

As Wonyoung said those words, you finally managed to break her pussy's resistance and hit it balls deep. Your lengthy cock was now fully bulging under her tall, skinny body as she placed her bunny ears back in her head and closed her eyes in preparation for her imminent orgasm, increasing her fingering. 

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm going to cum again, daddy," she says, placing her thumb in her mouth and putting her legs over her head. As you pull out to give her the final pounding, Wonyoung gets even needier. "I want it back. I want it back. Please, Daddy," she says, screaming as you pound her hard.

"It feels so good; it feels so good; don't stop, daddy," Wonyoung keeps saying as she gets naughtier and naugthier. "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM, I'M GONNA CUM," she yells, fastly fingering her clit and starting to orgasm, her legs trembling, her wals closing, and her mouth opening. She starts screaming hard, waking up the entire building that Easter morning. That ends up being too much for you, as you fill her pussy to the brim with your seed shortly after, groaning as hard as she screamed.

"Holy shit, look at all that cum; daddy bred baby bunny so good," she says, looking at the cum leaking out of her pussy. Wonyoung uses her bunny tail to scoop it and taste it as you tease her, getting your still hard cock in and out of her pussy a couple times. "Daddy still wants more of that pussy?" she asked. "But you already came all over it," she laughed. 

Wonyoung got up: "I have to go, but here's one last gift. Happy Easter, Daddy," she said, gaping her tiny asshole and releasing a trio of mini Easter eggs from it. "Thanks for breeding me, Daddy," she said, jumping like a bunny as she left your apartment. That whole thing didn't feel real; maybe you were just dreaming this whole time.

The next day followed, and you went out to work. A pretty, tall woman seemed to chase you; her beautiful face was plastered all over many ads around Seoul. She looked very similar to the girl that appeared out of nowhere in your apartment yesterday, prompting you to ask someone.

"Hey, what's the name of that girl in the ad?" you asked.

"She's Jang Wonyoung; she's quite a famous idol in Korea," the person replied.

You just couldn't believe it.

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Brat Taming And Other Extreme Sports

(Male Reader x Rei, 4.3k Words) Tags: Brat taming, Brat breaking, Yet more reasons to avoid alcohol, Anal obliteration, She seems really into it though, Hydration occurs, More butt sex, Obscenely submissive behavior, Like damn girl be more honest with yourself, Tantalizing hints of a sequel (that will not be written), Predictable aftereffects of drinking, And a fun time was had by all.

PART 1 FOUND HERE

IVE gleam like stars as they elegantly recline in their seats, sheathed in sleek fabric and bedecked with glistening jewelry; their faces anointed with the finest of makeup. These dazzling suns are not alone in the firmament however, arrayed around them are a collection of their industry's finest; all of them beautified past the limits of mere mortals. The lords and ladies of Kpop had gathered there tonight, eager for attention and prestige at the awards ceremony they were attending. Though they hungered to bask in the glow of the audience's adoring attention, a more mundane need required slaking; after all, it is well known that award ceremonies are dreadfully boring. So to keep their distinguished guests in line, the host are thoughtful enough to provide... refreshments for the waiting idols; and with the energetic atmosphere in the stadium, it is little wonder many are barely restraining themselves. The assembled idols waste little time in thoroughly indulging themselves, but amongst the febrile depravity the ladies of IVE sit in graceful chastity, haughtily ignoring the ongoing orgy engulfing their surroundings. Perhaps if their elders had been there, the Arch-Sluts of Blackpink or the beloved breeding mothers of Twice, then they would have been "encouraged" to join in, but the hall was filled mostly with the new bloods of 4th Gen. And of those groups, none truly cared enough to assert their dominance, Itzy are far too greedy too care, and G-idle are far too interested in female domination to pay the other girls much heed. So IVE maintain their refined poise, while doing their utmost to surreptitiously masturbate to the sight of their friends and lovers freely fucking and getting fucked.

IVE's regal demeanors remain unchanged, even as wet stains steadily creep down their chairs, putting on a show befitting of the chaebols they claim to be. The other idols roll their eyes at the haughty display, when they can spare a few moments to care between partners, sighing in exasperation to one another at IVE's antics. Because at one point the spoiled brats would have joined in with their fellows, and freely partook in the delicacies laid out around them; and no doubt digging into some of the feasts the other idols had on offer. But alas, IVE had a cultivated a reputation for snobbery, they could hardly be caught engaging in such gluttonous behavior; not due to any opposition to enjoying their fans, but owing to simple snobbery. They were refined ladies, and so took their repasts in private (or at least the theoretical privacy of fan-meets), they would not be seen at a prestigious awards ceremony frolicking around with the lesser idols. So they sat in banal boredom, tastefully ignoring the other idols until the event wraps up and they are finally able to leave with stately propriety, their bodies unsoiled by the sweaty masses currently railing the other idols. Once inside the limousine however, their legs quickly come up and soon the lot of them are busy furiously masturbating as they follow the livestream of the event. They drool as they watch men of all ages being relentlessly drained by the girl groups, every girl reveling in the attention as they are painted inside and out with sticky shows of affection. They coo as young girls throw themselves at male idols in droves, manic in their desire to receive their thin seed; nor are they alone in this as older ladies discard any sense of dignity as they worship the toned bodies of their idols, their experienced bodies extracting far more semen than their youthful compatriots.

So by the time their gaudy conveyance screeches to a stop in front of their mansion, IVE's vehicle is literally sloshing with spilled sexual fluids that froth out onto the street when the door is opened. The idols pour out, and hiking up their dresses they hurry inside, beyond eager to satisfy themselves more thoroughly in private. So it is that you are waiting patiently in Rei's room when she suddenly bursts through the door before slamming it shut and locking it tight, her face flushed from sprinting. Breathing heavily, she eyes you with her usual suspicion as she approaches, though she was quite fond of your unkind treatment of her anus, she was always paranoid about word of it getting out. Not from any fear that her preference for anal would cause a scandal, far from it, such a leak would be buried in the back pages or given a paragraph for an off-hours tweet. Compared to what other idols were up to, Rei's sexual mores were downright tame. When fresh revelations of Yuna's insane love trysts were revealed every week, when Nayeon was personally putting a sizable dent in South Korea's virginity rate, when Lisa was constantly getting caught draining some fresh millionaire of both his wealth as well as his seed, when Dreamcatcher were being hounded for once again summoning eldritch horrors for their bizarre Halloween orgy, when Chaewon was cheerfully receiving flak for once more causing semenal floods at the Le Sserafim's downtown gloryhole; the bold headline: "IVE's Rei Likes It Up The Butt" would just be yawned at.

No, what worried Rei was the reaction of her peers if they learned about her tendency to break down into teary sobs everytime you were the slightest bit rough with her. Which was, put simply, more than a little embarrassing for an idol. In a world where idols were commonly getting their holes stretched to the limit on a daily basis, to say nothing of the vigorous training they underwent, being unable to get railed without turning into a blubbering mess was pitiful at best. If it had all been for show, then Rei's fellow idols would have been more forgiving, if a bit bemused by her eccentricities. After all, many idols were fond of little performances, the squeamish Onda, who loathed getting manhandled, was often found pretending to be a shy virgin to avoid having her ass and mouth filled with semen. Or that deviant Ryujin, who loved to simper and cringe away from the center of the orgy, so that when Yeji eventually dragged her into the limelight her depravity would shine all the the brighter. But Rei was unlike either of those two, she really just couldn't handle getting fucked with any sort of intensity. Not that she did not enjoy her wailing orgasms, if she had any problem with such humiliating displays of lust then she wouldn't keep you around. So Rei was forced to hide her weakness, which was greatly helped by the fact that all of IVE were extremely private regarding their sex lives. Even during fan meets the haughty idols would be in complete control of the situation, fiercely keeping their fans humble and servile. Behind closed doors however...

Rei stalks further into her bedroom, her face flushed from alcohol as well as arousal, stopping briefly to glance at the large TV showing a livestream of the ruins of the awards show. A manically laughing Yeji could be seen onscreen, fucking some hapless fan senseless while Karina is gracefully getting her asshole jackhammered nearby. Rei's lip curls slightly, before returning her attentions to you, the sight of her friends enjoying themselves having only increased her already high libido. She was assertive tonight, demanding you strip as she clenches at her herself through her dress, her breath already shallow and rapid. You warily comply, imagining that this would lead to yet more bratty teasing before you broke and took her roughly; it was one of her more favorite games to play. You are shocked then when she sits you on the edge of her bed, before crouching in front of you and taking you in her mouth. Your cock hardens almost immediately, as Rei's head inexpertly bobs between your legs, she had rarely allowed you to even touch any of her other holes before now. Evidently she had not used her mouth for a while, because by idol standards her technique was mediocre in the extreme, but compared to a normal girl... You groan, holding onto her head with one hand as Rei slurps up and down your length, making a frothing mess on your shaft as she coughs whenever your dick hits the back of her throat. The warmth of her mouth has you shuddering, as her delicate tongue slithers along your shaft, causing your balls to rise in anticipation. Not that Rei plans on allowing you to sully her mouth with your filthy seed, as she pulls off the moment she notices your dick starting to twitch.

Rei spits in revulsion, "Your dick tastes disgusting," she complains, slapping it fitfully as her face twists in distaste, "Why do my friends always say they enjoy this, it sucks!" She grumbles as she wipes her mouth off using her sheets, before standing up and impulsively looking back at the TV to see Swan of Purple Kiss get her voluminous chest furiously mounted by several fans at once. Rei's hand clutches at her crotch, while her plush lips open in arousal as she touches herself right in front of you. Then she whirls and pushes you prone onto the bed before clambering up after you, hiking her long black dress up to reveal her dripping, swollen pussy. Rei is expressionless as she looks down at you, one hand holding up her dress while her other frantically rubs at her demure lower lips. The product of her efforts drips down onto your throbbing cock, splattering it with warm sticky fluids, teasing you with what you will never ever get. Her breath hikes, and she lets out a low whine as a gush of cum sloshes down onto your crotch as she orgasms, her eyelids fluttering while she dirties you with her grool. Rei then glances down at your obvious erection, and growls, "I want it, now." She reaches back to the lube dispenser built into one of the columns of her bed, and after several generous pumps she plops a huge glob of lubricant onto your already slick dick. She scoops some of it up to anoint her asshole, but leaves the rest so that when she pulls your cock upright it is still liberally covered with lube. Rei somewhat shakily squats above you, still using one hand to keep her dress out of the way as she orients your member until it kisses her rear entrance. She pauses, realizing that she had forgotten to put a condom on you, but obviously she was too far gone and simply goes ahead anyways.

With a soft sigh, Rei slowly slides your cock into her asshole, which was still almost painfully tight even though you were called upon to stretch it out almost every night. You are unable to contain a groan as she takes you to the hilt, your entire dick buried inside of her taut belly, her sopping pussy lips kissing your groin as she sits fully upon you. Usually this was where she would stay, idly grinding on your erection while masturbating until she either got bored, or you got frustrated enough to force the issue. This time however, Rei demurely drops her dress, allowing it to pool on your belly, thoroughly obscuring the site of your joining, before straightening. You realize that the bratty idol must be well and truly drunk as she raises herself up your cock, until just your tip is still inside of her. Then Rei throws herself down onto you, letting out a cry of pained pleasure as your manhood stabs her guts. She hushes you as you try to speak, "Shh! Just... Just shut the fuck up and let me do this... And don't you dare fucking move, okay?" Suitably chastened, you keep your lips sealed as Rei inexpertly rides you, drunkenly slamming herself against her crotch while moaning loudly as she does so. You moan as well as your dick fills the snug confines of her ass repeatedly, and though you can see tears beading at the corner of her eyes, you can tell Rei is enjoying herself immensely. She starts muttering frantically under her breath as she increases her pace, sending excess lubricant splashing beneath her dress as your flesh slaps noisily together. Rei glances up at your face and her eyes widen as she notices your expression, knowing exactly what it means. Your cock was in her ass raw, without a condom, completely unprotected... You see the moment her switch flips, and she gives in to the lustful, degrading thoughts pounding through her brain. Her eyes roll back and her pink little tongue pops out, her voice becoming shrill as she acts out her most shameful fantasies, "I'm a dirty ass slut," she sings, "I'm a dirty ass slut, claim my dirty ass Daddy!"

The shocking perversity tickles an itch you hadn't realized you still had, and you grasp her waist as your hips buck, pounding Rei in a frenzy, "Yes, Daddy!" Rei shrieks, "Breed my ass Daddy, BREED ME!" She screams as you let out a pained groan, forcing yourself as deep as possible before your cock erupts inside of her guts, your load coating her innards with a thick layer of cum. Rei spasms as you pump your seed into her ass, her hands grasping as the air as she climaxes, panting and giggling as your warmth spreads through her belly. She collapses on to you, as you both struggle to catch your breaths, your heads spinning from the enormous orgasm you had just shared. Eventually your cock softens enough to slip out of her ass, causing Rae to stir and sit up before blearily look down at you. Her face is expressionless once more as the wheels spin in her head, until a decision is reached. She shakily clambers off of you, before staggering over to a nearby cabinet, the one where she totally does not keep her drinks hidden. She pulls out a bottle of suju, wrenches the cap off, and chugs half of it before slamming it back down onto furniture. Rei clumsily stalks over to the couch where you had first broken her, your load leaking all down her thighs, her face flush as she gives you a sleazy smile, "Daddy, I want you to rape my ass again..."

You stare in incomprehension as the usually haughty idol submits herself to you in the most depraved manner possible; your manhood however is already rising to the provocation. So you recover your wits enough to join her by the couch, the slut already stirring her exposed cunt at your approach. Rei looks up at you eagerly, your sticky cock prodding her against the bunched up fabric covering her belly. You order her to clean the mess she off of your dick, and she pouts in distaste, "But I want it now!" You slap her, and Rei gawps at you in shock, her natural outrage at being treated so roughly warring with her newly ascendant arousal at the same treatment. In the end, her lust wins, and so she meekly gets on her knees and starts sucking you off. Pushing her head back against the couch, you use it to force your cock deeper into her throat, ignoring her choking noises as she struggles to remember how to breathe while your meat is in the way. Drool slops down her chin as she gags, coughing spittle all over your already well-slathered groin, her hands too busy between her thighs to prevent you from using her face as you please. Her elaborate and expensive makeup starts to run as tears streak down her face, it was impressive that it had remained undisturbed for so long; though it had been designed for idols so it did make sense... Rei gurgles when you finally pull your cock out of her warm mouth and slap your dripping cock against her face as she moans ecstatically.

Pulling Rae up by her armpits, you wrench the top of her dress down so that you can maul her modest breasts while she looks up at you petulantly. You start to drag her dress up over her head but she stops you, "But Daddy, I want to look expensive for you," she pouts, "I want to be your little chaebol slut!" Rei demurely stares into your eyes, until you decide to let her keep her dress on, after all, the fact that she was a rich brat aroused you greatly. So you spin her about, and force her down over the couch, and order her to beg for it; which she does with glee, "Please fuck my ass Daddy, punish me for being such a bitch! she simpers, "Fuck me until I break, make me beg for your cum!" Rei reaches back and spreads her cheeks for you, revealing her brown asshole, still gaping and slick with a foul mixture of cum and lube. She wiggles her butt seductively until you grasp her hips to hold her steady as you press you rigid member against her used hole. She gasps as you slide your entire length inside of her in one smooth motion, "Daddy you're so deep inside of me..." she whispers. Then Rei stops being quiet as you start to plow her harder than you ever have before, slamming your cock into her ass as she screams. She claws at the couch and tries to squirm away, but you keep hauling the slut back to the edge of the couch where you pound her mercilessly. You groan as her tight coils wrap around your dick, squeezing you tightly even as you violently fuck her, and you slap her ass to make her clench tighter. Rei squeaks in surprise, before loudly demanding more, "Do it harder, Daddy!" So you slow your pace, so that you can focus on her butt, slapping her cute cheeks until they start to turn red, and then spanking them harder and harder even as you slowly continue thrusting. Her cries of pain grow louder as you spank the quivering slut, until she lets out a piteous moan and you feel something wet splatter against your balls, as the bitch orgasms.

"Oh fuck..." Rei looks back at you, her face bearing and expression you've only seen very rarely, one that tells you Rei is thoroughly cum-drunk. She drools as you start moving faster again, "Yes Daddy, please use me," and you happily comply, violating the haughty idol's asshole with impunity. So you get down to the serious business of using this pretentious, prissy idol like a cheap fucktoy, plowing her vulgar hole even as it grips tightly around your shaft. Soon even Rei's salacious dirty talk mostly peeters out, as the slap of your flesh against hers fills the bedroom, drowning out the sound of your primal grunts and her sordid whimpers. Her perky butt is bright red as you impale her guts repeatedly, and you feel your balls finally starting to rise to the occasion once more. Your pace increases even further, jackhammering her ass and making Rei's cries increase in volume until she is wailing as loudly as she had been when you first mounted her. Your cock starts to twitch, as pleasure surges up your shaft and precum begins to leak into the idol's already slippery insides. Just as you are starting to orgasm, Rei climaxes first, spasming violently enough for your cock to pop out just as you reach the supreme moment. She screams with pleasure, ignorant of the fact that she was on the cusp of ruining your almost painful orgasm, as her cunt leaks fresh juices down her thighs. Now desperate for stimulation, you grasp Rei and yank her posterior towards your crotch, groaning in triumph as your cock is once more embraced in the warm confines of her holes; as your member unloads your enormous load inside of Rei. Who shrieks with delight, "Yes Daddy, breed me! Breed my worthless pussy- wait."

Rei glances back at you with a look of utter despair upon her bloodless face, as she sighs weakly, "You're in my fucking pussy, you just came in MY FUCKING PUSSY!" But before the idol could continue her building tirade the delayed stimulation from getting her unused cunt stretched out and then filled to the brim with seed hits her all at once, and she devolves into a blubbering mess. Rei squirts so hard your cock is forced out of her cunt, as she hoses down the floor with her juices, your semen slopping out in a welter of stinking fluid. She shudders spasmodically, attempting to berate you but unable to stop stirring her defiled cunt as she cums again and again; bawling is she is overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation of getting fucked normally. Eventually she calms down enough to manage coherent speech, but by that point a slimy puddle is spreading beneath her, and her feet slip in at as she attempts to stand. Rei collapses in the pool of filthy liquid, glaring furiously up at you as she growls, "You. Are so fucking fired," then she doubles over and pukes, though whether it was from sheer revulsion or too much alcohol you will never know. You feel suitably mortified as you gaze upon the absolute mayhem you had created, you had certainly not intended to go against her most important rule and fill her "pristine" pussy. Not that she was in much of a state to argue with you though, as she burps dangerously again, breathing heavily as she attempts to hold down what was coming up. Luckily, it stays down.

Rei struggles against you as you start to drag her towards the expansive bathroom, grumbling angrily but unable to do much about it in her current condition. You strip her down and hose her off in the walk-in shower, washing the accumulated debris of a full night of depravity off of her gently curvaceous body. Then it is off to the sink, where you help her wash her mouth off and remove the majority of her makeup as she blearily continues to curse at you. You deposit Rei at the foot of her bed, before removing the stained top sheet and then assisting her beneath the remaining blankets. Leaving her on her side, you make sure to put a glass of water, as well as some ibuprofen on her bedside table before cleaning up the stinking puddle by her couch. Then you turn off the lights, and hope for the best.

The next morning you are called to attend Rei, who you find curled up in an armchair , eyes bloodshot and obviously still suffering from a severe hangover. She scowls, letting you stew in silence for several minutes before wearily announcing, "Yeah, you're fired, asshole," she winces at the mention of her no doubt extremely sore rear, before continuing, "I don't give a shit if it wasn't your fault, you still creampied my virgin pussy, so fuck off!" You cough awkwardly, but nod obediently, know full well that you had messed up quite badly, but Rei was not stopping there, "Oh and if you ever talk about me not being a virgin, I'll fucking kill you. Um, same with all the- other stuff!" She pouts in embarrassment as she remembers all things you have done, before grandly waving you away, dismissing you from her service. As you walk out you see her looking down morosely though, and barely catch her whisper, "Thanks, though."

The rest of the day is spent doing generic tasks around the IVE mansion, the managers nodding sympathetically as you explained that Rei no longer wanted you before assigning you some chores. The day passes in a fugue, as you feel surprisingly wretched about having to leave Rei, she had been a difficult mistress, but beneath her prickly exterior had been a somewhat kindly girl. While cleaning a side portico, your trance is only broken when you realize you are being watched, and you look around until you spot Yujin and Wonyoung staring speculatively at you together; cocking their heads and gossiping under their breath to one another. A carnivorous smirk graces Yujin's lips, as Wonyoung purses her own thoughtfully, before the pair turn away and disappear through a doorway.

Come the dawn, you find a note directing you to Rei's room once more, and you warily open the door to find her perched stiffly on the edge of her bed, wearing a silken nightgown. She motions for you to approach, and you notice something new glimmering in her eyes: possessiveness. She grimaces slightly, before gathering herself and announcing, "You, are mine. I don't care what those other bitches do to you, you belong to me, got it?" You blink at your sudden return to favour, tentatively asking the reason why she wanted you back, she had dismissed you after all, remember? Rei sniffs, shaking her head to forestall any further complaints, "Shut up, did I say you could talk back? Now nod if you understand me. Good. Now, Wonyoung wants you to visit her this afternoon. Do not. Tell her. Anything, got it?" You nod mutely once more, and the idol looks absurdly pleased with herself, before clearing her throat, "So about the other night... um, I may have overreacted a little bit after you uh, came in my..." Rei wiggles her hands emphatically, "So... don't do it again! Got it? Hey! No talking yet! Just nod... okay good!" With a surprisingly satisfied smile she scooches herself back onto the bed and shamelessly spreads her legs, revealing that she had nothing on beneath, as per usual.

Rei gives you a sleazy grin, "I want Wony to smell my asshole on your cock, so until then, fuck my ass until I scream."

So you do, and she does, loudly.

[rvp32]

Pretty Noona.

[Heiso, Notes]: 1,500+ words of tomfoolery.

56 days.

Life’s been a bit toilsome since you now have less than two months to live. And the fact that Eunbi cries each time you make eye contact doesn’t seem to assist in the slightest. Her scent tends to linger beside the bed when she sneaks off for a cup of coffee abut the balcony. Small dots of barely dried tears companioning the whiteness of her pillowcase. Constant makeup that sheens the bags underneath her eyes and the lip balm that disguises those plump lips to be overstimulated. Most people think that Eunbi’s tits are exceptionally illustrious, but you commonly give her composure and pride an applause, considering how much she’s held herself together for the last month, and the week before that month; which is when the news arose—is far more impressive than any of her stage performances, and any of her photoshoots, selfies, videos, commentaries, shows—take a breath, sit up from the bed, wipe your eyes, stretch, make sure you’re completely prepared for another day of comforting your loving girlfriend. She’s absolutely perfect in your eyes, yes. But, when days like this tend to effect your morning, you really wish the doctor could’ve told you two hours before you actually pass.

The living room is chilly, usually. The air conditioner does the best to worst job at igniting a snowy scenery: all you need is some blankets, an entertaining film, snacks (i.e., popcorn, kettle corn, chips?(above all, you love Doritos, so let’s go with that one.)), and some hot coco to sip upon. And, the hindmost, which makes mornings stressful and shivery, which also makes hot showers seem lightly colder, and makes getting out of the shower one of the most adverse experiences you’ve ever encountered. But, with Eunbi’s warmth and guiding hands, everything was a lot easier. But, now, Eunbi’s distant. She doesn’t wake you up by subtly shaking your figure anymore. She doesn’t make you breakfast in bed with the most gorgeous smile in the world anymore. She just doesn’t make this relationship feel special anymore. Of course, there’s no blaming her—she’s going through enough already, there’s no need for you to uphold stress onto her shoulders. Though, in a while it’ll be okay to make conversation, right?

Looking at Eunbi’s figure from behind makes your breathing scattered and unstable. Almost like walking through fallout after a vigorous nuclear bomb without the reassurance of a gas mask.

Noticing your appearance, Eunbi turns around, and a soft smile spreads across her cheeks. Instead of waiting for you to join her on the balcony she walks in your stead, the small patters of her feet against the marbled tiles, her jet black hair that lightly swooshes backwards, her white see-through blouse that leaves that gorgeous midriff clear from the entirety of the world to drool upon. Everything about Eunbi seems to shine brighter than the brightest star to shine. She’s just… so perfect.

Eunbi wraps her arms around your waist, her head resting on your chest, allowing you to feel that smile through the fabric of your shirt. You bask in her presence alone, letting the seeping feeling of sorrow overcome your constant dread. Your hands are shaky, fingers refrain from keeping still, wrist jerking bit by bit.

Eunbi, who occasionally feels the slight tapping against her back, breaks the hug, looks you in the eyes, her soft hands slowly reaching towards your face until her touch finally brings you home again.

She strokes your cheeks with the tip of her thumbs gingerly, the bellow of her emotions are prominent, like a slow trumpet hitting the ears of a newborn crowd amongst a misty wind, or a dandelion detaching from the earth’s soil and floating abut the breeze that has finally accomplished its one objective: taking it away from its home.

You feel as if you practically grew up with Eunbi. As if she’s been a figure that you can rely on your entire life. Like, a mom. That’s probably weird to put it, but the care that she proclaims and the way she loves you so much, it’s hard to not be reminded of that said mom. Though, Eunbi’s your wife; such a beautiful and loving woman, so fanatical and benevolent, so bewitching and optimistic.

The moment is gone entirely too fast and you’re basking in your breathing again. Eunbi’s eyes are shallow, a void of dark brown and whatever other galaxy she’s asserted ownership of—green, blue, hues of purple, and a bit of pink is found within those dreamy orbs. And, somehow, her face gradually pulls closer to yours within the passive time you spent simply gazing. Her breaths now hit your nose with every exhale and inhale—her eyes blink and it feels as though her eyelashes lightly skim pass your own—her frolic but desolated irises gleam within the dim light the kitchen provides as she slowly closes her lids upon meeting your lips in a sly action. Eunbi’s lips: satiny, succulent, with a faint taste of strawberries and cherries. She lets go ultimately too fast, her eyes now misty, and her hands feeling softer against your cheek. She strokes your jaw, until her hand reaches your neck, and furthermore your chest; her eyes react to her touch, she looks you up and down, to and fro, trying her best to keep equilibrium, her lips quivering.

And she purely states, “how about we go to the bedroom?”

Eunbi’s body has never felt as warm as it does now. As you strip the white blouse from her torso, you replenish the elaborate hope that softly lingers within the remnants of your terminally liverish; out of sorts heart. Polished skin, gazing eyes, shining teeth as a light smile spreads her cheeks further away from each other, those soft hands and that even softer touch, a conflux of Eunbi’s feel and your comfortability; all within the confinements of a simple bedroom with less than two closets, and apparently not enough room on the bed as you have to reposition Eunbi a couple of times.

Though, the sun does do its job justice: glowing brightly through the window like that, almost every element in this current moment seems to be heavily enhanced; or maybe it’s just the precious moment that brings everything together.

Each movement is slow: first, of course, Eunbi’s blouse, which hides a lacy white bra underneath that see through portrait. Second, the bra itself, her gorgeous tits popping from the fabric and making your mouth water with greed. Third, you move down to the hem of her cotton shorts, though the rush of adrenaline doesn’t halt your teasing: kissing her midriff with chapped lips, feeling every nook of her figure, licking and biting every bit of beautiful loose skin that occupies your touch as you slowly drag yourself off the bed in a trail that Eunbi’s body leaves, wallowing in the youthful sense of the past: reminiscing how things used to be. Enjoying the way Eunbi’s soft whimpers hit your ears, and the way her skin heats up upon your touch—though most of this is from the emotion that’s relishing this moment alone.

You finally settle amongst the border of Eunbi’s shorts. Tuck your thumb underneath both her shorts and panties, and slowly pull them down along her milky thighs. Eunbi’s slim ankles slowly pop from the fabric’s tangle, and, as if automatic, Eunbi spreads her legs widely. Her soft breaths—inhaling, exhaling—makes her stomach rise and fall upon the air entering and further exiting. Though, it seems as though her pussy breathes the same. Such a gorgeous sight, pinkish, her sticky fluids getting everywhere, and that soft hump as she anticipates what’s been missing for far too long.

Take a deep breath, gulp, shake, almost instantaneously. Finger the hem of your own undergarments, pull outward, slide downward, until eventually your hardened dick releases from the fabric.

Eunbi bites her lip.

The moment is important. Probably more important than your marriage. More important than the first time you’ve had sex. More important than those 56 days of living.

You suck up an exhausted breath, you lungs shallow, and your chest aching. You prop yourself directly above Eunbi’s figure, her gorgeous body displayed for you and only you until further notice. Upon completion, rub the tip of your cock against Eunbi’s glistening lips, her soft whimpers filling the atmosphere, her eyes narrow but big and glossy, her lips poking from their original place, her nose flared and shiny. She knows how you feel about this moment, and she’s wholeheartedly here to support you throughout it all. You know that, of course.

You find time and finally feel as though you’ve waited long enough: run down Eunbi’s lips once more until you reach your destination. Poke the head through, slips in with ease. Add a bit more, easily engulfed into Eunbi’s figure. Finally max out your length into her body, her delicate moans resonate in your eardrums, her composure shattered, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth fully agape, her legs finding a prominent place of comfort around your hips.

But, you black out.

So much for a moment of grief, despair, sorrow, and agony. More like a moment where you wake up again, your chest paining and your mind buzzy.

Look around. You’re sure you’re still sane, alive, and healthy. Though, while the hospital room is filled to the brim with different faces, you can’t exactly recognize them.

Two months became. Became amnesia.

Who’s that pretty noona again?

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We need more Julie fics!!!

Releasing Tension

Here's the fic for the week. Julie gets to have a lot of fun tonight.

Length 2.1K

Julie X mreader

“I hope you’re ready,” Julie said, swinging her hips as she walked. The sultry woman convinced you to return to her hotel room after a few drinks together. She spun around, walking backward with her hands behind her back, smiling at you as she leaned forward and gave you a look at her cleavage. “You have no idea how pent-up I am. I really need this,” She said as her eyes drifted downward.

You watched as Julie lowered her jacket to her elbows, revealing more of her dress.”I’ll try not to disappoint you.” 

Julie reaches out, grabs your belt, and begins to unbuckle it. “I sure hope so. I’m going to be riding you all night. Let’s get inside.”  She pulls you along by your belt, opening the door quickly and ushering you inside before closing the door behind her. Julie kicked her boots off before slipping her jacket off in the doorway, revealing her simple back dress. Its short length showed off her toned legs; its loose staps gave you another view of her cleavage when she leaned over. “Should I just slip this thing off, or do you want to tear it off me?” Julie said, her thumb under one of her straps, moving it off her shoulder. She steps toward you slowly, playing with her hair as she leans against you. “Well?”

“I want to see it slip off you.”

Julie gives you a sly smile and takes a single step back, slipping her thumb under her other strap; she moves it off her shoulder and lets her dress slip down to her waist. Her perky breasts jiggle as Julie rocks from one foot to the other. Her light brown nipples were stiff already as she stared at you. “Are you just going to stare, or are you going to touch me?” As you step toward her, Julie wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you into a kiss. The slight scent of alcohol hits you when Julie moans as you cup her tits. “That’s more like it,” She groans in a low voice. She raises one of her legs, rubbing it against the outside of yours. “Help me get this off before we take this to the bed.”  Your hands move down her toned stomach, lingering momentarily before finding her dress and pulling it down. Julie’s wide hips catch the dress, forcing you to press your hands against her to get it off. 

As your lips went in for another kiss to take in her body, Julie’s inner thigh was slick with her nectar. She pressed them together and rubbed them back and forth before you spread her legs apart and carried her to the bed. You could feel the ends of her lips curl upward, her smile growing more prominent as she imagined how long the night would be. As you place her on the edge of the bed, Julie raises her foot, stopping you from getting closer. “Not so fast, mister. We need to get you undressed, too.” Julie’s delicate hands reach for your jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper before pulling them down. With a significant bulge, Julie beams a smile at you as her palm runs up and down the shaft. She bulges down your boxers and frees your cock, watching it with glee as it springs out. You quickly throw your shirt off and watch as Julie changes position, lying on her stomach as she grabs your cock and slowly strokes it. “Look at this little guy,” She says, her hands eagerly pumping your shaft. “I shouldn’t say that. It’s going to be more than a handful to deal with.” She says, smiling at you.

You groan her name as she continues to stroke your cock, “Shit, how are you so good?” 

“You think this feels good? Just you wait.”Julie replies. She leans in, tilting her head slightly as she kisses the tip. You twitch in her hand, making her giggle. Julie scooches closer, turning slightly as she kisses your shaft, her hand still moving along your base as her other one cups your balls. She gives you light squeezes as her tongue runs along the side, moving back toward the head. You throw your head back and moan, enjoying her soft touches. 

You watch her kick her feet softly as she spreads her lips and swallows the head of your cock. Julie’s tongue gingerly moves around the edge of the head, sending shivers down your spine. She slowly wraps her lips around the head, trapping it inside the warm and wet cavern. Her tongue ran over the tip as she gave your balls light squeezes with one hand, and the other moved along your shaft. She groaned, enjoying herself as she coated your cock in saliva. Julie’s eyes occasionally shot up, checking your reaction. Pleased with herself, Julie began to bob her head, her deft tongue rubbing the underside of your cock. You rested one hand on her head, guiding her as she took another inch inside. You felt the warmth of her mouth grow hotter as you hit the back of her throat. Julie retreated slowly, sucking on the head before audibly popping it out of her mouth. A thin string of saliva kept her tied to your cock; she chuckled and gave the tip of your cock a sloppy kiss, her lips pressed roughly against it. “Mwah, nice and hard,” She commented, her hand still stroking your shaft, covering the rest of it in saliva. “I don’t know about you, but I want to move on.” 

Julie shifted onto all fours before lying on her back; her knees bent as she spread her legs apart. She moved one hand down her stomach, eventually reaching her lower lips. She spread them apart slowly, “Fuck me,” she commanded. You weren’t going to go against her orders and crawl over her with your cock in hand. Aligning it with her cunt, you push the head in first. You both moan. Julie’s walls clamped down tightly, and you felt the heels of her feet press against your back. She wrapped her arms around your neck and lifted her upper body off the mattress. “Don’t be shy. I want it all inside me, fuck me up.” Her words excited you, and you rammed the rest of your length inside without a second thought. You tore through Julie, earning yourself a loud cry of pleasure as she threw her head back. Her legs fully wrap around your waist, and her arms tighten around your neck.

You stay buried inside Julie, her walls squeezing you before relaxing. You begin to move slowly, feeling your cock rub against every nook and cranny of her cunt before rushing back into her. Each thrust makes Julie moan; she felt stretched out by your cock and loved every second of it. She pressed her lips against yours, stifling her own moans as you continued to stir her insides. Julie used her legs to push you deeper inside, sending you crashing into her womb. Her brain was melting away from the pleasure, the only thing on it being your cock. “M-more mmm cock,” She mumbled as you pressed your lips against hers. 

“You’re so tight,” You groan, struggling to keep your pace as you feel your orgasm coming. Julie’s thighs squished your sides as they tensed up. Julie felt herself about to blow. She let go of you, resting against the bed and gripping the sheets. She gritted her teeth as loud cries flowed from her. With the slight separation given to you, you played with her tits, fondling them and watching them bounce from every thrust. 

Julie could feel your cock throbbing inside her, about to cum. Before you could utter a word, she gave you an order, “I’m on the pill, cum inside me. Cum in my pussy.” You buried your cock inside of Julie and unloaded, pouring your cum into the idol, feeling her walls squeeze more cum out of you as she reached her climax. Julie's low moan filled the room as she arched her back. “Shit, there’s so much.” She said, her chest heaving. Her leg lock loosened around you, eventually falling away entirely as you pulled out your softened cock. Julie looked down, her fingers gathering cum as it poured out of her. She brought her fingers up to her face, spreading them apart and watching as your cum spread along her hand. She gave it a taste, licking her fingers clean and groaning. “I want a little more,” Julie huffs as she moves to the edge of the bed, her head hanging off the end. She purses her lips, “You felt my throat earlier; I want you to use it this time,” She opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out as she waits. You get in close, accidentally smacking her cheek with your cock before she’s able to wrap her lips around the tip.

Your cock was covered in cum from your orgasm, making the experience all the better, for Julie got an early taste. She relished in the taste, enjoying the salty liquid as she lapped it up. Julie feels your cock getting hard again, expanding in her throat as you push it further inside. Turned on from feeling it so far inside her, she began to play with herself. The idol squeezed one of her tits roughly while her other hand teased her clit. Her hums only made the deepthroat feel better. You didn’t notice yourself pushing the entire length of your cock inside her mouth. Julie’s fingers moved faster, flicking her clit as she felt your cock quickly throbbing inside her. She was excited, thinking about the cum you were going to dump into her stomach at any moment.

“I’m gonna cum, Julie,” You groan; you continue to thrust into her throat, feeling the warm tightness around your cock. You watch her tits jiggle with your thrusts and reach for her nipple, pinching the hard nub. You watch as Julie’s hand furiously moves in and out of her cunt and slam your hips forward, driving your cock into her as you shoot your cum into her stomach. You hunch over Julie, groaning as you feel her tongue swirl around your cock. As you pull out, Julie’s lips wrap tightly around you, scraping every ounce of cum from your cock. You jerk yourself off, getting one last spurt of cum out. It lands upon Julie’s face, forcing her eyes shut. Once it was over, Julie rolled onto her stomach, breathing heavily as she wiped the semen off her face.

“Oh my god, you have no idea how badly I needed that.” Julie licks her lips, satisfied with all the cum you gave her. Patting the spot next to her, Julie says, “You can still go, right?”

“I can keep going,”

A massive grin forms on her, “Great. Lay down. I’ll take it from here.” You lay down on the bed, glad you’ll rest while Julie does all the work. Stroking your cock, Julie works to get you hard again. Feeling extra sensitive, you groan every time her palm rubs against the head. Once at full mast, Julie crawls over you, squatting over you with her legs spread wide. Julie spreads her lips, dripping your cum back onto your cock before rubbing the head of your cock against her folds. The idol before you coos as she sinks onto your cock, every inch slowly going inside her smoothly. Julie leans forward, nearly falling if it wasn’t for you holding her up. “Shit, sorry. It just feels so good,” She groans. Julie intertwines her fingers with yours, using you as support as she lifts herself along your shaft before slamming herself back down. You both cry out in pleasure and know that neither one of you is going to last very long. Every bounce Julie makes brings you closer to your third orgasm; her walls are tightly wrapped around you, squeezing you as she goes into her deep squat. 

You can only watch as her cunt swallows your cock, groaning from the pleasure as her insides rub the head of your cock incessantly. Every time she moved along your shaft, more cum would escape her cunt, coating both of you as your bodies met. You felt Julie’s grip get tighter; she squeezed your hands as her walls clamped down around your cock. “I’m- I’m gonna cum,” She mumbled, struggling to stay balanced. Julie crumbled from her squatting position, straddling you like a cowgirl and grinding against you as she tried to hold off on her orgasm. You let go of her hands, moving your own to her waist and holding her in place as you impaled her with your cock. Julie threw her head back, whining as she climaxed. You came with her, your cum pouring into her as she collapsed on your chest. “It’s so warm, I’m so warm.” She said softly, grinding on your cock. “We’ll go again after a small rest.”

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Eleven to One: Smart Submission

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon

Length: 3196 words

Tags: Daddy kink, sensual blowjob, stand and carry, sex against the wall, making out, Breeding kink, Breeding talk, rough sex, hate sex, degradation, cursing riding, cowgirl, doggy, spanking, anal, anal doggy, sex toys, obedient!Minju, obedient?Chaewon

TW: the usual for this series, rough sex, degradation, cursing at idols, extreme Daddy kink

Inspiration: Chaewon's Smart fancams, Minju's Sequence fancams

(A/N: Fuck, it's been a while. I lost a bunch of progress and had to pivot, hope you like this though. More fics coming up, hopefully deep into April. Can't promise anything for May though. It's gonna be a stressful time.)

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I need you, Daddy.” Send by Yujin

You put down your phone with a smile of satisfaction and excitement. It’s a rather odd mix of emotions; there should not be satisfaction when the excitement still makes you yearn for something, but at the same time, it's this yearning that makes you feel at ease. 

Yujin is on your phone, countless pictures of her incredible stage outfit which you will have to tear off her body again, not caring about the costs or the annoyed company staff. Yujin is also on the hotel room TV in the form of fancams. You put on a playlist to kill some time before the evening can begin and seeing her look so confident, thrilled and sexy has you bothered and ready.

“Oh, so that’s why I heard Kitsch on repeat.” You turn your head towards the bathroom door of this, for your standards, humble yet cozy hotel room. Minju has just walked out, a cloud of steam still behind her, a rather loose towel around her body as she dries her hair. “Our daeng-daeng is really pretty.”

“That’s true, very true,” you say with a sigh and look back at the TV where Yujin’s charisma jumps at you in the form of a wink. Suddenly, Minju’s hands are at your shoulders, rubbing, going down to your chest and rubbing a bit more.

“Minmin knows what Daddy is thinking.” She did not need to sound that sultry and tempting. A moment where her cuteness and klutziness is gone and Minju becomes a vixen, comparable to Yujin, maybe Eunbi. She learned from watching them, her admiration has let her to now drop the adorable person you so love about her—luckily, she also drops her towel, so you cannot complain about her boldness.

“So what am I thinking about, Minju?” Play hard to get, because that’s exactly what you’re going to teach her: no matter how hot or irresistible she may seem, you can be absolutely out of reach. It is after all always up to you.

“Daddy always thinks about sex.” Minju walks over, kneels on the couch and bends down towards your crotch, never breaking eye contact. A strain of wet hair tucked behind her ear, she whispers. “Daddy is always hard, especially because of Yujinnie~”

“Go check for yourself,” you challenge her and unzip your jeans (been a while since you wore something this leisurely). Minju eagerly gets them down until she expects your hard shaft to spring out and hit her cheek, but to her surprise, you are not hard. 

“Wow, Daddy is this big even now~”

“You want to suck it?” More of an observation than a question as Minju’s lips already approach your tip.

“Can Minmin suck it, kiss it, put it in her mouth?”

“Go ahead, I’ll give you a reward if you get me hard.” She is too cute again. A nod and she is eager to give your cock all the kisses. Of course she starts off with the head, makes sure to run her tongue past her lips and along your slit, then she moves down the underside while resting it on her face. Minju’s dedication to worshiping her favorite cock is unmatched, her hums and moans spread in between all the licks and kisses sound like impure devotion. 

You put a hand in her messy hazelnut strands and gently comb through them. In the background yet another fancam concludes with Yujin oozing all her stage presence and sex appeal into the camera. You turn down the volume to hear Minju’s blowjob better, but the visual distraction stays. Now it’s a Minju fancam, Sequence, legendary. The former idol tilts her head when she notices it while simultaneously taking your inches down her throat. Amazing bliss, you twitch.

“You looked very hot back then, so fucking tight,” you groan. “Unbelievable that you’re even sexier now.”

“It’s all because of Daddy and Yujin—you never stop and I have to keep up. It’s endless training, every day. Maybe this is eternal youth.” She bops her head up and down and you don’t know if she really said those words. Too much wisdom for someone who is back at your balls with her lips while she gags around the stiffening snake. Give her hips a good squeeze to check if it’s still the same Minju—yup, no doubt. 

“Your hips were so wide back then, but I think they have grown more since you moved in.” You give her a congratulatory smack and Minju giggles around your length. She looks divine with one hand on your base and every part of your face magnetically drawn to where she wants to get your baby batter out. Though you never relinquished control, she still has you in a semi-hard state and your mind in the depths of impurity. “Get up.”

“O-okay, Daddy.” Minju does as told and you marvel at her nude body for a second.

“That was brilliant, don’t get me wrong,” you tell her and reach for her curvy, milky, freshly cleaned thighs. “But I want something else wrapped around me.”

As if she can read your mind, Minju jumps up and her arms and legs embrace your upper body. All you need to do is carry her on her petite ass cheeks which fill out your hands nicely. The miniscule weight of hers is easily lifted so you two are face to face. Before your lips connect, you quickly get hold of your dick and press it against her moist folds. Moist is an understatement: Minju is drenched in excitement and takes you easily.

“Oh God,” Minju moans and her eyes disappear for a moment in the back of her head where you know is nothing but the endless feeling of joy your cock brings her. A few thrusts and she will be mindless, the dumb, breedable klutz she so often seems to be. Her legs choke your hips against hers and soon after, you two engage in a kiss that sets you on fire.

Upwards is the way, the hardest way, the best way. Minju is split open time and time again, her whole body enthusiastically shaking on every impact or at the mere prospect of another. Whenever you’re not tongue fucking her mouth, the fucking of her cunt leaves her breathless, whiny, and groaning like a madman. She is mad, crazy for you and with the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, her sweat, her sex, you’re going crazy as well.

“Fuck, Minju, you’re pussy is so warm,” you mumble and stumble forward. You press Minju against the wall next to the TV where you both listen to her verse from Panorama with the sound of loud skin slapping against skin being an obnoxious, yet welcome interruption. Minju’s hands have left your nape and start to crawl up the wall as if she tries to get higher. She wants to crash down harder on your cock, wants you to go rougher, her end is nye. The constant hits against her cervix bring one thought to the forefront—and it is not the potential people on the other side of the wall who are surely enraged.

“One day,” you whisper, leaning into Minju’s ear, covered by ruined hair that she has to wash again tonight. “I’m going to cum inside your pussy without protection.” Minju gasps, almost at her peak. You slam her back hard against the wall, fingers tearing at the skin of her ass. “I will breed you, over and over again, and we will have many beautiful children. Minju, you will be bred, pregnant all the time, so I want you to love this.”

A chaotic thrust up, against every inhibition she might have, past the final strings that hold together her sanity, her reasoning. Minju orgasms with a booming scream and her cunt does everything in its power to suck the fertile batter out of you. The seed you promised, she needs it at this very moment. Only a quick pullout can save you, Minju’s power and will to be bred leaving you stunned. 

She takes deep breaths in your arms as you carry her back to the couch, her eyes sparkle though you cannot make out if it is because of happiness or disappointment. “Why did Daddy pull out? We need to train, Minmin needs to be filled many, many times.”

“Sorry, but not tonight.” You free her forehead of her hair, some of which looks like it exploded all over her face. “I promised someone else my biggest load of today. We have to wait for her though—”

Suddenly, as if you spoke a spell to summon someone, a knock can be heard. 

“Come on in!” you shout, but all you hear is a disgusted shriek. Well, it’s certainly not Yujin nor any of your other usual guests. It’s someone that is on the fringes though, not ready to admit that she is addicted to you. The thrill brings her back, the pleasure will make her stay, but for now it’s this excuse that makes her wait for you to open the door.

“Ugh, you—wait, the fuck, put on some clothes!”

“Why don’t you get rid of yours, Chaewon,” you quickly respond and just as swiftly pull her into the hotel room. Chaewon is wrapped in a basic yet effective outfit to hide her identity. A large black overcoat, sunglasses, a mask, basic sweatpants. With a groan she reveals the excitement that is below them: a stage outfit from her recent comeback stages, along with a surprising lack of pants and most exciting of all: golden blonde hair. 

“Don’t stare at me you perv,” Chaewon barks and folds her arms in front of her chest. You notice her gaze dropping down to your cock again and you wish she would just drop to her knees and clean Minju’s nectar off of you (she would in a heartbeat if you told her about why it’s glistening like that), but you instead walk back over to Minju and lean down to kiss her. “What do you thi—Mi-Minju, you’re here?!”

“Oh, Chaewon-unnie, I’m always with Daddy, don’t you know?”

“B-but you could also stay somewhere else, like, like with your parents or with m-me…”

“Yeah, Minju,” you add cynically, only focused on the loyal girl below you clinging to your lips and your back. You make your way down her cheek, her jaw to her neck. “You could stay in the LE SSERAFIM dorm with Chaewon, so why are you still here?”

“Minmin wants to stay with Daddy! Minmin needs to be ready for when the time is right.”

Chaewon raises an eyebrow as sweat pours down her face. Her thighs are awfully close to one another, rubbing, her core is in heat as she watches Minju melt under your tongue. The ‘fearless’ group leader does not need to ask, because Minju spills the beans when you push her further down into the couch.

“Daddy, I need to be around Daddy when he wants to breed me, make me a pregnant woman, I don’t want to miss it.”

“That’s fucking enough!”

The stinging pain of your hair getting pulled makes you hiss almost triumphantly. Chaewon has been set off again and she drags you away from Minju’s delicious body and positions her own on top of you. A short, half-hearted wrestle later and she sits on your crotch, the panties below her colorful outfit already caressing your tip. One of her hands is still in your hair, the other pushes your chest against the back of the couch. She is livid.

“Oh, so you want to fight for her again.”

“Shut up.”

“You know that you failed miserably the last time, right? There is no reason to believe that you’ve gotten any better at making me—”

“Shut up!”

“You tiny thing, you’re talking big game for so—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Chaewon pulls her panties to the side, you reach for her hips and get a good hold onto them. “I’ll make you shut up, you perverted bastard!”

Chaewon sinks down on your cock and not only do you notice the wetness all over her pussy walls, you also find that she is needy for this cock. A ripple of satisfaction roams her body and in a moment of carelessness, Chaewon tilts her head back. You know that she is just enjoying the feeling and could take advantage of that. Instead, you have another taunt lined up for her.

“Oh no, I can already feel my mouth being sealed. I can barely speak.”

“Soon enough,” Chaewon groans and starts to gyrate her hips. Unlike the first time she challenged you over Minju, Chaewon feels significantly better. Wetness, tightness, texture—you can’t yet pinpoint why or how, but it has definitely improved. However, with Chaewon so cock-drunk and unable to slam herself down, this is a laughable effort. A pathetic little hop here, a loose hand on your neck, undeniable desire to be fucked in her eyes—Chaewon’s body is already admitting it.

“Hm, I love it… wh-when your quiet,” she moans, tries to search the submission in your gaze. A futile effort and you expose her with both hands on her back. “What are you doing?”

“Chaewon, you’re embarrassing. To think this would get me close—” Without warning, you tear her outfit apart. A tilt of your head and Minju helps out and gets Chaewon out of the mess of tatters you leave. Chaewon looks confused, also helpless and when you spank her ass, she knows she has to move to the stage of acceptance fast. “Let me show you how to break someone.”

“Wait, I—” 

She falls apart in your lap. Really, it’s only a few harsh thrusts, and Chaewon hits your chest. She is a ragdoll that can whine and moan but otherwise is only a sextoy you have to move on your own. Both feet firmly on the ground, you push all your energy in those lower muscles to repeat this motion of rough fucking endlessly. Chaewon should feel that your power never runs out, that you can fuck her as hard and as much as you want. 

“You dumb cumdump!” Smack her ass again, then grab her long strands of gold-colored hair. “Your body knows it, your mind might too—now I need your silly mouth to admit it.”

Chaewon moans and her moan reaches a new pitch when you pull apart her asscheeks to pick her up and drop her down on your shaft. She is coating your crotch with her horny juice, drools over your chest, sweats on the hotel room couch. Chaewon is a dirty girl, so you will sully her more; more accurately, you will show her dirtiness to her beloved Minju. 

“Kneel on the couch, slut! Show me your ass.” Little resistance only. You quickly get behind her, adjust her towards Minju and rub your cock against her asshole. “Look at her. Can you even focus your blurry eyes on her?”

“I-I can…”

“Really?” Push your tip against her hole and feel her flinch in your arms. If she’d really want to, she could flee or at least fight back. Needless to say, she does not. “At least resist me, because your ass doesn’t. Just a bit of force—”

“Oh God!”

“—and I’m inside.” 

You grab Chaewon’s tits and treat these soft hills very not-softly. Your thumb and index pinch her nipples, the groping is hard, though nothing compared to the ass fucking she receives. Her anal cavity, which should be incredibly tight, gapes for you easily. 

Apart from groans, screams and the occasional expletive, Chaewon does not speak anymore. She must know that the next thing she says will betray her fundamentals, oh, those silly fundamentals: never giving up, always fighting for Minju, beating you after becoming better. Now, she is another one of your sluts, who bends over for you, spreads her ass for you and produces silly sounds from all her openings.

“The decision is so easy.

“You don’t make it look easy.

“You’re not smart, Chaewon.

“Stop resisting me.

“Say it.”

Suddenly, Chaewon is trapped between you and Minju. She could rest her head on the younger girl’s bosom, but she does not dare to. The thought of failure and losing this battle so decisively leaves her shattered. This state does not last for long however, as she sees how happy Minju’s eyes glisten in the warm light of the hotel room. It’s fine to lose, it’s good to lose.

“I-I’m yours, Daddy.”

“Do you fucking mean it, whore?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m your s-slutty whore.”

“Fantastic. Minju, bring me the bag of those from the bedroom. We need to celebrate that Chaewon is finally honest with herself.”

You move back to your original position with Chaewon on your lap, cock still balls deep in her asshole. She sniffles a bit, hisses when you nibble at her neck and play with all three of her sensitive nubs quickly. A new toy must be checked properly and this is definitely something that you can work with later. Minju returns with the bag and you reach into it. 

“Your ass is already pretty wide, so this should fit.” You pull out a large, shiny butt plug with a diamond that will decorate her sore butt cheeks perfectly. “Make sure to keep yourself spread when I pull out.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You slowly drag your cock out. Instead of immediately filling her hole, you instead inspect how it gapes wide, then clenches around nothing. Chaewon shivers on your lap. You order Minju to check it out as well, which almost makes Chaewon cry from embarrassment. 

“No need to feel ashamed,” you laugh. “I think Minju likes it as much as I do.”

“It looks very hot, Unnie, I think Daddy can fuck it many times.”

“D-don’t say it like that,” Chaewon faintly whispers. You push the butt plug inside her and feel her breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn’t have to show herself off anymore. The three of you get up from the couch.

“Minju, make sure to securely tie your friends arms, while I get this ready.” This is a see through dildo, almost as big as your cock and still very much dry. To get it well-lubricated for Chaewon’s pussy, you shove it into her mouth and make sure she has to deepthroat it. Chaewon might have dodged you if it weren’t for Minju, who has tied ropes around her wrists and lower arms. Only when tears leave her eyes, you pull the dildo out and place it on the small living room table in front of the couch. 

“Sit down on it, but don’t move. No fucking yourself. This will be your first real punishment.” Before Chaewon can protest (or maybe she opened her mouth to accept it and praise you) you force a ball gag into her mouth and watch her shout inaudible things as her pussy is split open again. 

“Now, you can watch Minju and I make out until the next person—”

A knock on the hotel room door, again. 

“Speak of the devil.”

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The photoshop on that Mina pic you posted is hilarious lol

Ik lol I just wanted to see if people are actually paying attention to these posts or not lol

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Which idol would you want to breed in a mating press the most?

This pretty princess!

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What is your most hardcore or favorite kinks?

I have quite extreme kinks lol so this is your final warning to run away from this post, this list is based on what I have experienced IRL and not just stuff I like to read. I love humiliation like the kind that makes you cry and be aware I am not the one doing the humiliation. I love orgasm control. Free use, overstimulation (this is way too intense when done right lol, like my brain goes absolutely haywire). Also love chastity cages, had a girl put me in one, it was one of the most thrilling things I have done in a while

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Who's your favourite idol's face. The one that got you want to fuck their face so bad

This for me is Wonyoung, she has such an innocent and hot face that it makes me want to ruin it or watch her beg me to destroy her face

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Would really love to see you return to write fluffy stuff like the Chaewon fic. It was the fic that made me a fan and it's my personal favorite among all your fics. Nevertheless, you're an amazing writer. Keep up the wonderful work man🫶❤️

This is a first because every time I try to write something fluffy people don't end up liking it but I am happy you do. I genuinely enjoy writing fluffy fics because they are so heartwarming!

#asks #ask me anything

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Your top busty idols and cakelicious idols!

For Busty I would say Eunbi and Jihyo, I can't decide between the two. For the best ass, I would say Momo without a doubt like the shape and the way it bounces is just too perfect for me!

#asks #ask me anything

[rvp32]

I have never done let's see how it goes

If you guys are interested ask me anything and I will try my best to answer them. It can be about anything you are curious about me. I would love to get to know you guys more!

#kpop smut #twice smut