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dnd-writes · 5 days

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Cuddle Time

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Tags: Non-con, BFH-ish, unedited so bear with me, gf!Jiheon, human sex toy, emotional disregard, choking, carry fuck, ass-to-mouth, slapping, face fucking

A/N: A little late but... BELATED JIHEON DAY!!! Big thanks to @nsfwmaemi for the plot idea (and for pointing out that it was Jiheon day cause I wouldn't have written this otherwise lmfao). Anyways, enjoy!

P.S. Baek Jiheon? Break Jiheon.

You are woken up by a sudden weight on your chest, you start to panic but instantly calm down once the familiar scent of strawberries hits your nose and you instinctively wrap your arms around the person on your chest. You don’t even need to open your eyes to confirm it’s Jiheon, it’s her favorite thing to do. You love it as well but today you have some sort of predicament between your legs and it doesn’t help that Jiheon is brushing against it as she snuggles into you.

You finally open your eyes and the first thing you see is Jiheon’s heavenly smile but in your current state of horniness, all you see is a fuckable set of lips and it serves to just rile you up even more. You start breathing heavily as the thought of Jiheon’s tight mouth wrapped around your cock while making the lewdest and sloppiest of sounds fills your mind.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Can we fuck?” You ask blatantly. “It’s been a while and—” You cut yourself off and instead just lightly thrust upwards, making Jiheon know your situation as you poke her with your tip.

“Hnggghhh, I don’t want to move,” she whines. “Maybe next time.” That maybe hurts you deeply but with your dick being so desperate, instead of backing down you feel a sense of determination fill you. You’re not taking no for an answer, you need that sweet release even if it means going the distance and crossing boundaries.

“Please, I need it. Even if you just let me go to th—”

“But I’m already here, I don’t want to get up,” Jiheon whines again, this time nuzzling herself closer into the nook of your neck, really cementing herself on top of your warm body.

It’s not really a problem having her on top of you, you can just easily push her off and go jack off in the bathroom but you quickly realize that there’s no fun in that at all. But then a wicked idea strikes you, why use your strength to get Jiheon off of you when you can just overpower her then have your way with her body? She doesn’t want to move but she doesn’t have to and if she doesn’t want to help you, then you’ll just help yourself.

You start by pampering Jiheon with love and affection as you plant soft kisses on her forehead to distract her from the fact that your hand is already on her butt. It worked up until you gave her cheek a light squeeze, making Jiheon shoot her head up and give you a playful glare. “Oppaaa~ I told you, not now.”

You move your hand to her back and chuckle it off, you go back to giving her quick pecks on her face as she lays her head back down but after a short while you start snaking your hand lower and lower, this time all the way inside her shorts, you can feel her underwear already and you just want to rip it right off.

“Ya! I wasn’t in the mood already and you doing that is not helping at all!” Jiheon glares at you again, now more fierce and sincere, letting you know she’s not playing. But what makes her think you are?

Instead of pulling out, you double down and push your hand further inside, beneath her panties. You find her asshole and start teasing it with your finger. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Jiheon shouts out, she tries to get up and leave but you wrap an arm around her and pull her back down against your body, putting her back in the position she so vehemently didn’t want to leave just moments ago.

Jiheon can’t manage to break free from your grip, she struggles, she pushes against you, she squirms, but no matter what she tries she’s stuck with you. “Shhh, just relax and let me do everything, before you know it, it will be over,” you whisper in her ear to calm her down but it seems that she didn’t hear it, still continuing to struggle to get out.

You roll over and get on top of Jiheon, you put a hand around her neck to hold her in place while you try to undress her. Her legs flail wildly but one tense squeeze around her throat is enough for her to shift her focus to not going unconscious. Jiheon tries to pry your hand off but once she moves to remove another finger, the previous one has already gone back against her skin. Eventually you show some remorse and give her some room to breathe, at least now you get to mess with her clothing undisturbed.

You pull her shorts and underwear down then throw them off the bed. As you move your eyes back up to Jiheon, all you see is pain and fear. The image of Jiheon crying is one you would normally feel sad at, one where you would rush to wipe the tears away, one where you would console her and cheer her up—but at that moment you are the sole reason for her despair and you don’t feel guilty at all.

“Oppa…” Jiheon forces out with what little air she has in her. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Just please… stop. Y-You’re hurting me…”

You fake a sense of realization as you let go of Jiheon’s neck, letting her gasp for air and regain her composure. You take your hands off of her body not because she begged for it rather you did it to start undressing yourself. Jiheon sees you and dashes out, you quickly kick your shorts off then run after her.

Jiheon only manages to open the door before you catch her, you slam the door shut then slam her against the wall. Jiheon yelps as her petite frame is pinned down, once again unable to move with you holding her down. “AHH!!! Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I will really make it up to you, just… please, let me go.” The trembling her voice makes fills your ears and the squirming her body does just makes her grind against your erection, you’ve never felt so alive.

“Oh, baby, you’re not going anywhere. You’re going to make it up to me using your body,” you whisper into her ear and Jiheon just sobs realizing her helplessness. She shakes her head which is the only form of movement her body is still capable of but you restrict that too by pressing the side of her face against the wall. You lean in close and lick the side of her face, Jiheon winces as your tongue grazes her skin, you’ve never imagined tears to be so delightful but there you are lapping at the side of Jiheon’s face as if her eyes are some sort of leaky faucet.

You shift your lips lower until you reach Jiheon’s neck and you take no time before attacking one of her most sensitive areas with kisses and bites. It’s a very odd predicament for Jiheon, being pleasured against her will despite the rest of her body in disarray, forced to moan from your touch despite the rest of her body disagreeing. You leave one big hickey before you move up to nibble on her ear. “You’re moaning so much, baby. Just admit it already, you love me using you like this.”

“I d-don’t, oppa. You’re scaring me. I really don’t like it.” Jiheon begs for mercy again but you continue to drill your mouth onto her delicate skin, leaving more and more hickeys on Jiheon, causing her to moan in pleasure much to her wishes. You mark her as yours, not treating her as someone you are partnered with rather you treat her as something you own.

Having wasted enough time painting her neck, you pry Jiheon off the wall then you reach down and hook her legs with your arms. Jiheon yelps as her entire body is lifted off of the ground rather effortlessly, you rest her back on your chest while you hold her legs up high, folding her in half. You can hear her hyperventilating, completely panicking over realizing just how powerless she is compared to you. You’ve never really appreciated Jiheon’s small and light frame until now, you barely have a problem carrying her, it’s like she’s just some toy you get to pilot around.

You position Jiheon’s butt over your rod until you feel yourself just outside of her rear entrance, you try to push yourself inside but without any help or preparation, it feels almost impossible. “Hngh… P-Please, oppa, I’ll do anything you want just put me d–ahHHHH!!!” You’ve had enough of her lies and empty promises and so you just lower Jiheon and thrust upwards, her screams fill the room just as much as your cock fills her ass. You don’t even stop to shut her up, not caring if any neighbor might hear you, just relishing in the sweet sounds of her torment filling your ears.

You’ve always thought of Jiheon as some sort of doll but never in your life have you ever thought of treating her like one but here you are now lifting and lowering her body onto your shaft like she weighs nothing.

You reduce Jiheon to a whining mess, she tries to speak, to reach out to whatever humanity you have left inside of you but her words come out slurred, unable to say a complete word let alone form a cohesive thought as you relentlessly pound into her. Fucking Jiheon’s ass has never felt this amazing, the lack of lube, the lack of regard to her well-being and safety, it just energizes you to keep going.

To call Jiheon’s ass tight is an understatement, the unpreparedness mixed with her discomfort and struggling work together to really make her walls clamp down on you. It’s like she doesn’t want you to leave her asshole. Part of you wants to whisper and tease Jiheon with how much her ass is hugging you but even you are too enamored to say anything.

Eventually the grip Jiheon’s ass has on your girth starts to prove too much even for you. You plant your feet and rest your legs as you adjust your hands to hold onto Jiheon’s shoulders. Jiheon tries her best to put what little strength she has left to hold her head steady while you hold her body firmly in your arms as you start hammering her body down onto you, letting her ass slam into your crotch with loud slaps. You really solidify Jiheon’s place as an object as you recklessly use her entire body to jack yourself off until you feel your cum burst inside of her ass.

You let your dick out then drop Jiheon onto the bed, you miss the mark quite a bit causing her to roll over to the floor and hit it with a thud. It sounded like it hurt and now you regret dropping her directly in the first place. You sit down and wait but Jiheon is just quietly sobbing on the ground, so you reach down and grip onto the base of her head then force her to look at you. Her face is a mess of tears, her ever vibrant smile now nowhere to be seen and you’re somehow loving it.

“Oppa…” Even after all that’s happened so far, you wonder how she can still call you such a name. “Y-Y-You’re done, right? Can we j-just lay in bed? I promise to forget this happened, just please stop, oppa.” You don’t even pause to think about it, stopping right now when your dick is still hard is the last thing you want to do so you drag Jiheon’s face closer to your throbbing cock to let her know your answer. Jiheon breaks into another crying fit knowing that you’re not done using her.

You wipe the tears on her face using the tip of your cock, replacing it with leftover semen, and Jiheon grimaces in disgust. “Just open wide, bitch. It’s the least you can do for me now.”

Jiheon flinches hearing you call her such a thing but despite all the pain you’ve caused her so far, you can still see her desperation clawing at you in hopes of finding the man she once knew. “Oppa, I still lo—” You don’t dare listen to her, you don’t dare to let her finish her sentence, instead you grip the back of her head and shove her face down onto your crotch, the resulting choking Jiheon is doing around your girth sends you to euphoria. Turns out her smile isn’t the only heavenly thing her face has, her entire mouth is a world of pleasure sent down from the skies. You almost hunch over, feeling your entire body be electrified just from Jiheon choking on your dick.

If you treated her body like some inanimate fuck doll earlier, now you treat her face like a fleshlight. No doubt Jiheon’s throat is better than any toy you have used, all the features any gadget could ever have and more, all with the added benefit of being free while also not needing to be cleaned out. Now you think about using Jiheon to satisfy your every need at every moment you need her to, though for now you savor the moment.

You put a hand towards Jiheon’s cheek and she instinctively tries to snuggle into it but you betray the short moment of intimacy with a sharp slap, you didn’t expect it to do much but the resulting groaning sends shivers through your spine as her throat vibrates around you. You slap her again, and again, and again, it’s like a button to turn on a feature and you just can’t get enough of it. Feeling the sting in your palm you switch your hands around and begin doing the same to the other side of her face.

After a while, you pull her off and dangle her head above your cock, you wait for her to speak but the only thing that comes out of her mouth is spit that drips onto you. Jiheon’s too exhausted, too used, too spent, too broken to do or say anything anymore and you feel a sense of gratification seeing the outcome of your work.

You put your hands back to the side of Jiheon’s head and start pumping her up and down your length, really treating her mouth like a fleshlight as you give her no room to adjust or rest, just a fast and steady pace, letting her throat resonate a mixture of gags and chokes as you ignore the limit her body can handle.

You catch glimpses of her eyes from time to time and you can tell just how empty and lifeless they have become. From your girlfriend, Jiheon has now become your slave, though with how unresponsive she has gotten, toy would be a more appropriate title for her.

As you feel your next load about to release, you yank Jiheon’s head off of your crotch and jerk yourself to completion with the other hand, your second orgasm flies onto her face covering it almost completely in white. Your climax was so explosive that you didn’t have the time to savor the sight as you felt yourself pass out. All of a sudden…

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fromisnet · 19 days

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saerom + dm era ⤷ requested by anon ♡

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Fromis App Part 15: Cost of Free - Fromis_9 Seoyeon

"I'm busy."

"Don't mind me," you answer smoothly. The room is dark save for a single desk light, letting Seoyeon see and write. The justifiable reason fed to Saerom is that Seoyeon needed it to focus and make good jingles for Marketing, but it also had other side benefits. "Keep going."

Hey you, what are you doing right now?

Seoyeon scribbles on her notebook as you wrap two hands around her waist, lightly and quietly unbuttoning her jeans.

Come out for a bit, I want to see you.

Seoyeon's cheeks match the color of her panties as they peek out in the darkness. She wiggles her hips, helping you slide them past her thighs. You rub two fingers against her, making sure she's wet enough to welcome you in.

Hello come into my place, yeah yeah, yeah yeah.

Seoyeon squirms in your arms, but she keeps her hands on the desk, doing her best to write.

How far do you want to go?

You answer her with action, driving two fingers deep inside her to make her gasp. Her lips are dewy, wet, and her walls are hungry—subtly she pushes her hips back, leaning over her desk.

I just wanna have some fun.

There is an errant stroke at the very end of the sentence, one of many people would find if they read her notebook: One when you smoothly enter her for the first time; One when you brush against her g-spot, stroking it with your head; One when you besmirch her flawless neck; And finally—

Come with me now.

One when you make Seoyeon drop her pen, filling her reservoir with your ink as she is consumed by her own peak, her body rolling against you, like the pen rolling across the page.

Seoyeon braces against the desk as she recovers, legs going weak when you pull out. You silently pull her panties back up, soaking up your load. Buttoning up her jeans again, you kiss her neck once more.

"Sorry for the disturbance."

"Mm." Seoyeon already has her pen back in hand, scribbling something.

Ping pong, on repeat.

Like nothing ever happened.

You let yourself into Seoyeon's place. There's a loud thumping sound, and you find Seoyeon in the kitchen, pounding some dough.

"Making something?"

"Chaeng wanted mochi, so I'm making it for her."

"That's sweet of you." You get a sense of just how sweet Seoyeon is when you pull down her boy shorts and kneel between her legs, pulling her underwear aside and helping yourself to her nectar. It is a slow flow at first, but once she warms up the liquid begins to flow.

"Nngh..." Seoyeon groans, fingers kneading into the dough, twisting and tearing at it. Oh how she wanted to grab your head, to push your tongue into her! A jolt goes through her as you swirl your tongue tip around her clit, but the feeling is gone soon after.

"Don't tease."

"Not going to. Tear a piece for me?" you ask as you stand up and lower your jeans and boxers.

"It's not ready—"

"Just do it." Seoyeon tears a piece of the mochi dough off. Her breath hitches as you dip two fingers back into her before bringing them back up. You slather the piece with Seoyeon's juices liberally, rubbing it into the dough. It is filthy, unhygienic, and—

"You're going to taste so sweet." You yank her hips away from the counter, and in one sob-driving stroke plunge fully into Seoyeon.

"Keep pounding." It is both your instruction to Seoyeon and yourself as she weakly thumps on the dough while you start fucking her from behind. With the sturdiness of the counter (as opposed to her work desk) you slam into her with loud claps, driving unbidden moans from the baker with her batter.

You can't see her expression, but her hands express her pleasure well enough—one hand works the rolling pin, thumping away mindlessly while the other hand jerks and convulses in pleasure. Sometimes she reaches back, as if intending to stop or slow you down, but on the next meeting of your hips you watch her hand hesitate, jerking back in front of her, as if to say:

Fuck it, just fuck me.

Seoyeon's fingers dig into the dough again, and eventually her other hand just lets the pin roll, giving up all pretense and just tearing chunks of the dough out with both hands.

"Cum for me." She sinks her teeth into the uncooked dough, muffling her moans tastelessly. Seoyeon makes a mess of her counter, sputtering and spitting raw mochi everywhere as you command and fuck her to her peak. Her legs go weak, but as a testament to both your strength and her petite frame, you hold her hips up, letting her feet dangle off the floor while you fill her with your baby batter.

You slide out, and her underwear slips back into place, keeping the load in her. Seoyeon lands gingerly on her feet, and she resumes her work as you pull her shorts up again.

"Are you coming by later tonight?"

"Is that an invitation?"

"No, I'll just be washing my hair from 9 to 10 pm."

"Got it." You'll definitely drop by then.

You're back at Seoyeon's place at half past nine, letting yourself in and heading to her bathroom, the shower loudly running. You leave your clothes in a pile on the floor and join her in the shower. The sight is breathtaking—Seoyeon's nude form dripping wet, her hands running through her hair giving you a perfect look at her body.

"Let me help." Seoyeon hands stay on her head, thoroughly shampooing her hair as your hands lather the rest of her body with soap.

"Mmmm..." She leans her head back as your bring both hands to her neck, giving her an impromptu massage before working your way down her body—her chest, her tummy, her sides, her thighs, the insides of her thighs; you make sure Seoyeon is clean for the filth you'll be doing to her.

"Mmm!" Her moan bounces across the shower walls as you push into her, pressing her flush against your body as you move her to the wall. "Ahh, sensitive!" Seoyeon cries as you rub her nipples on the cold glass wall. Oops, something you've forgotten about her body—you rarely took her naked anymore. You make it up to her by flipping her around, warm breath and hot tongue playing with her breasts, feeling her tighten around you just from your mouth work alone.

"Gonna, gonna cum..." Seoyeon whines, and she clenches around you hard when you gently pinch a nipple, tweaking it just enough to trigger her climax. She pulls at her hair as she cums, no doubt tearing loose a strand or two in the process. She wraps a leg around you for support, trusting you to keep her steady.

"Shampoo my hair?" Seoyeon nods, pumping a dollop of shampoo in her palms before working it into your hair. You start working on her as well, moving your hips and feeling her scalp massage increase in intensity. Seoyeon's back scoots further up the shower wall as you fuck her higher and harder. She tugs on your hair painfully, so you sit her deeper on your shaft.

"Cum, nngh, already!" Seoyeon tightens around you exponentially, and she pulls your face into her chest as you cover her walls with man-made Cetaphil. Her fingers massage your scalp languidly, the fuzzy sensation squeezing a few more spurts out of you. You open your eyes to Seoyeon's neck breathing heavily, and you leave your mark on her before letting her down.

"Don't forget to lock the door," she reminds you as you exit the shower.

One Wednesday you're working from home, typing away and working on your report when you hear your door being opened.

Slam. Seoyeon was always careless with your door.

Tchpshh. She's drinking your beer.

Crinkle. She's eating your chips.

Knock. She's in your room.

"I'm working."

"Sure, don't mind me." Seoyeon slithers her lithe and petite body under your arms and into your lap—the situation is now SEBCAK. She's dressed in a casual spaghetti top and short skirt, her hair a little messy from the wind outside.

"Won't you catch a cold," you ask, trying to look past her pretty face and at your work.

"I wore a jacket." Of course, she must have tossed it somewhere on your couch.

"Good," you manage to grunt out as she pulls your shorts down enough to reveal your stiffness.

"Yes, very good indeed," Seoyeon grinds on you briefly, letting your cock feel her get wet in real-time as your productivity grinds to a halt. You make a typpo as she sinks herself over your head, your brain short-circuiting while Seoyeon makes a closed circuit between the two of you, her lips capturing yours playfully.

You pull away, rebuking her with a flick of your tongue on her lips.

"I'm at work."

"Fine, I'll finish fast."

You keep your hands attached to the keyboard, haphazardly typing shit that doesn't make sense—it is appropriate, as Seoyeon moves her hips in ways that blow your mind, snapping back and forth, making her walls massage your shaft in time with her movements.

You look down briefly, and it is a mistake. You're mesmerized by the mole on her abs, her midriff moving hypnotically, thoughts of work replaced with nothing but pleasure.

"Gonna cum, cum with me?" Seoyeon moans softly, and you hiss approval, already on the edge yourself. With a sharp thrust Seoyeon slams her hips into yours, driving your cock all the way before she peaks wetly in your lap.

"Yesss..." Joining her, you let out a strained breath, ropes of cum turning into strings of cum as Seoyeon milks you for everything, leaving you a drained mess in your chair. She pecks you on the lips before getting up—

"Wait, tissues!" But it's too late, the load leaking out of Seoyeon has dripped all over your clothes and chair and floor. "Damn it I have tissues right here, you always make such a mess."

"Can't help it, you always feel so damn good, my orgasms aren't normally this wet," Seoyeon answers like a wronged puppy. "And blame gravity for the rest, and you! You always cum so much in me, how about cumming less next time!" She storms off petulantly.

"Fine, maybe I'll fuck Jiwon or Saerom before you come over, that way I won't have as much for you!" Seoyeon whirls around violently, coming back around and grabbing your chin.

"Don't you dare." Despite appearing aloof, the tsundere in Seoyeon rears its head when you bring up other members of the company. Of course, she knows your relationship with all of them, but mentioning it in earshot of Seoyeon drives her possessiveness to eleven.

"It was your suggestion," you challenge.

"Hmph, I take it back!" Seoyeon fires back before walking away again. You watch her stride closely—a long stride meant she was pissed, and you'd have to really make it up to her somehow; a short one meant she wasn't pissed, but she would be if you actually let her leave now. The stride is short.

"Seoyeon," you call out. The first offering you know she will reject. She keeps walking. You wait a little longer.

"Seoyeon!" She takes a longer stride, as if urging you to quickly call her back. You get up from your chair, timing your own strides just right so that she'll get to the door before—

"Lee Seoyeon!" You reach her just as she opens the door, and you swing her around, slamming her against it and smashing your lips into hers. This is the real price of a free panda; reciprocity is a given, and Seoyeon is free to hop in your lap whenever she wanted. More importantly, you needed to make her feel wanted, and nothing demonstrated that more to Seoyeon than to take her whenever and wherever, and you learned that there was no better way of doing so than threatening to take her in public.

You've fucked her in the middle of her online meetings (hastily she had to turn off video and mute her audio); you've pressed her between office cubicles midday (you made her cum just by playing with her nipples for the first time then); you've slipped a hand beneath her pencil skirt in the company elevator (just before pulling her to the nearest stairwell, bending her over the railing, and fucking her up and down the building). The only reason you haven't used her in front of others is because the two of you were in the wrong meeting room, and Seoyeon had to muffle her moans as you pumped her full of cum while Saerom was discussing KPIs on the other side of the wall.

Which brings you back to now. You take off her top and throw it on the floor, pinning her wrists above her head with one firm hand. The other one goes under her skirt, feeling what you already knew to be true—Seoyeon's soaking wet and dripping by the second. It's not that Seoyeon had an exhibitionist kink or wanted to be used in public, it's that she wanted to be used in public by you.

"God, look at you Seoyeon, so small," you emphasize it by pulling her up slightly, getting her up on her toes. "Do you know who lives next door? It's a nice middle-aged couple, very nice, quiet people." Seoyeon's eyes dart to briefly look at the hallway through your open door. "And next to them? A kind old man, his son visits him every week." She tightens around your fingers. "And across from me? A small bakery operating out from that apartment, the ajumma's home bakery, it always smells so good. She sometimes comes over, bribes us with baked goods to keep her operation a secret." The implication was clear, and Seoyeon's juices are leaking on your hand—anyone could come by and see her, arms pinned above her head, topless and powerless, your hand underneath her skirt doing god-knows-what. They would know, would see you using her like your own personal plaything—

Ding!

"Oh, looks like someone's coming now." You raise her leg higher, making sure she's opening herself to the hallway, for anyone to look at, to show whoever's there just how many fingers deep you are inside her. "I ought to just fuck you right now, maybe I'll say hi to them as they come by, introduce you to them properly." Seoyeon's sputtering, mouth opening and closing, as if she can't decide if she really wants to go through with this. The thrill of it goes up her spine, god she might actually cum just from imagining things, and now she hears the rustle of a plastic bag—groceries perhaps? The son bringing his dad some food, or the ajumma buying baking supplies, or maybe just some random delivery person, a complete stranger coming to watch her get fucked—

You kick the door closed just as whoever it is turns the corner. With a hand around her shoulder and another under her knees you're bridal-carrying a climaxing Seoyeon to your bedroom, leaving a trail of her juices on the floor. You drop her on the bed, stripping yourself naked while she manages to recover and squirm her skirt and underwear off. Seoyeon is just as urgent and needy as you are, wrapping her arms and legs around you as soon as your tip rubs her entrance, wanting you to split her in two since about 10 seconds ago. You do just that, and her breath hitches against your lips, walls contracting around you in another orgasm already—you can never get used to how easily Seoyeon cums for you.

Seoyeon shakes her head as you start to move your hips, even while she's still cumming—not because she's overstimulated and wants you to stop, but because she's overstimulated and wants to say Don't slow down! Her legs spread on their own, and your own hands push her thighs further apart, pulling her against you on every thrust. You drive her mad with pleasure, your pillow subjected to Seoyeon's shear stresses of sheer satisfaction.

"God Seoyeon, so fucking tight, so fucking wet, all for me right?"

"Mm!" You take that as a yes, her hips bucking in confirmation, wanting to take more of your cock into her. "Ah, oppa! Oh— Ah! Nngh, yes..." Her moans, light and airy, almost girly sometimes, becomes huskier and come out almost as a rasp, revealing the raw voice of the songwriter—you're not freely using Seoyeon, you're freely taking her. You pound her small frame so hard, bruising her hips and grabbing her so tightly that any other onlooker would worry for her; but you don't, you've already done this, done her, before just like this. She begins to gasp and grunt, unable to keep up with the pleasure as you begin your own ascent.

"Hey," you huff, wanting to get her attention. "Seoyeon!" She's unresponsive, not unconscious, but just minding her own business and cumming once again. "Lee Seoyeon!" She manages to open her eyes, the bright, aloof glint you would normally see dimmed and dulled by pleasure.

"I want to fucking cum in you."

"Ah..." That's all she manages before her eyes roll into her head while you do just that. You freely help yourself to the space in her womb, using it as your personal cumdump and unloading an even larger torrent of cum than earlier in a few violent thrusts. Seoyeon cums with you, milking you for all that you have. Mid-orgasm she does the most possessive thing she can think to do, biting you shoulder, breaking skin, like a puppy that hasn't learnt how to control her strength.

"Fuck that hurts Seoyeon!"

"Mm, nngh, sorry, sorry." Painfully you come down from your orgasm, but having fucked your brains out right into Seoyeon, she's the first one to recover, gently removing herself from your cuddle. "I'm going to go." The aloofness is back, and you watch Seoyeon carelessly walk around naked in your apartment, picking up her clothes while dripping your load all over your floor.

"Bye."

"Lee Seoyeon."

"What."

"Text me when you get back safely." A small blush is the only sign of her acknowledging your concern.

"Fine, see ya."

You slowly take account of things as you sit up in bed.

Beer, drunk by Lee Seoyeon.

Chips, eaten by Lee Seoyeon.

Work, incomplete, distracted by Lee Seoyeon.

Clothes, in need of washing, dirtied by Lee Seoyeon.

Floor, in need of cleaning, also dirtied by Lee Seoyeon.

Balls, drained by Lee Seoyeon.

Lee Seoyeon, happily and thoroughly fucked.

Worth it.

A/N: Wanted to make this a shoutout to Free Panda (really hot series!) so a free use Seoyeon is a given! Originally the title was going to be (Hands) Free Panda, so there's a lot of emphasis of the sex not involving the hands, that both you and Seoyeon are resolutely focused on not being "distracted" by the other, hands doing whatever they're supposed to be doing (I had read a separate fic for this that is done really well!). But then it kinda spiraled into "why" you have this arrangement with her, and so "Cost of Free" made for a more interesting title. Thought about making a Mastercard reference at the end but eh, too on the nose lol. Thanks for reading!

#smut #seoyeon #fromis9

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Fromis App Part 14: Snug and Secure - Fromis_9 Hayoung

You yawn and stretch as you walk to the front of the Fromis building. How did you get here? Now you're just another employee of Fromis App.

For the day. Hayoung ended up not returning with you that night, instead bilking you of a free meal and then using her leverage to have you be her lackey today. You pull out the nondescript access card that Hayoung gave you—maybe (Hopefully!) it wouldn't work, you'd just tell Hayoung you couldn't get in and leave.

*Beep*

Damn it. You sigh and make your way to the security room again.

"I'm here Hayoung."

"Good, on time, I like that. Come over, I need to sit on you."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me." You look around, but nothing has changed from the last time you were in Hayoung's security room.

"There's nowhere to lie down!"

"Who said anything about lying down?"

"You said you wanted to sit on me."

"Ugh Saerom and Nagyung are really holding your head to the gutter aren't they? Get in the chair!" Hayoung points to her usual chair, and obediently you do as she says. She then bounces up and plops herself on top of you—you're too confused to be aroused as she squirms and pushes herself in your lap, trying to get a more comfortable position. She grabs your arms and wrap them around her waist, as if putting on a seatbelt.

"Hehehe, my own massage chair." It's almost adorable the way Hayoung nestles into you, if you weren't gripping onto her tight abs—she kept herself in great shape for someone in security sitting all day.

"Y-You want me to massage you?"

"Later, just hold on to me for now."

Your back is ramrod straight, tense as Hayoung settles into you. Over time you begin to slouch, unable to keep your posture straight for that long. You're not sure what Hayoung's working on, but it looks boring, and there's nothing going on in the screens as well. You start drifting off, your head resting comfortably on Hayoung's shoulder—she has managed to keep herself upright the whole time.

He's kinda cute, she smiles and thinks to herself. Can't imagine him railing Jiwon and Nagyung right in the office, he doesn't seem like the type! Yet she doesn't have to imagine, and she hovers over the video files she has saved for "easy access". Your arms are still around her, hugging her like a pillow, and a warm need flows through her—but not yet, she still had to focus for now.

"Hey, I have to take a call." Hayoung nudges your arm around her.

"Hmm? Oh sorry, do you need me to get up?"

"No, there's no video. I just wanted to tell you since you were napping."

"Oh right, sorry about that."

"Sure, anyways, starting the call now." She clicks into the call.

"Hello Saerom, how are you?"

"Oh hey Hayoung, how are things?"

"Good. I prepared the security report you wanted."

"Great, let's go over it." Hayoung nods and dives into it, screensharing and going page by page with Saerom. She's fully focused��Hayoung doesn't half-ass things, something Saerom appreciates. However, it also means that she doesn't notice your hands not staying idle. You do your best as a massage chair, kneading her midriff with light squeezes before moving down to her hips and doing the same on her thighs. Like all massages it helps with blood flow, and unnoticed by Hayoung (for now), blood begins flowing down her body.

"That was what we had for the quarter." Hayoung concludes.

"Thanks. Any security incidents, did oppa fuck around in my office again?" Saerom asks offhandedly. Hayoung planned to lie, but her mind still races, blinking rapidly.

"No, I haven't seen him."

"Really?"

"Yes." Hayoung prays that Saerom doesn't somehow hear her breath hastening.

"Good. Okay thanks Hayoung, I'll see you Monday."

"Yes Saerom, see you then." Hayoung exits the call and sighs in relief, leaning back before almost jumping off your lap. "Ahh!" She had forgotten you were there!

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just forgot you were here." As her heartbeat slows back down from the surprise, Hayoung bites her lower lip—why does she feel so warm? A small tingle of pleasure flows through her, and she realizes your hands on her thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Being a massage chair, you seemed tense on the call."

"Oh... Oh okay, thanks." Hayoung squirms in your lap, and you're suddenly very aware of her warmth on your crotch. She is equally aware of your "presence" against her, and she grabs your hands, bringing them around her waist once more. "I need to focus."

"Of course, pretend I'm not here." Yet how could she? Hayoung scoots forward to avoid your growing stiffness, but it allows you to massage her lower back instead. Your hands continue their work, and try as she might, Hayoung can't concentrate, blinking rapidly and biting her lower lip.

I could use a break, Hayoung convinces herself. Wordlessly she opens a file—the one she's using to bargain with you, the one where you're fucking Nagyung over the desk. You don't notice Hayoung playing the video, your view of the screen blocked by the back of her head. You continue your diligent work, massaging up and down her back like it was your actual job. The blood continues to run through Hayoung's body, pooling at her core as she watches the lewd recording, imagining your hands on her back pressing her against the desk instead. It is only when you see Hayoung's hands drop off the desk do you realize what's going on—they've moved between her legs, resting there, her fingers probably teasing herself.

"Need some help with that Hayoung?" you whisper in her ear, finally noticing her watching the video.

"N-No, but I could use a pussy warmer," she fires back, trying to maintain control of the situation.

"Of course, I'm all yours." Hayoung gets off you, allowing you to remove your pants and boxers. She sits on you once more, sliding her own pants and underwear down just enough for access. A small gasp is heard your tip touches her entrance, and a held back whimper signifies her sitting on your cock, sheathing you fully inside her.

"G-Good, good, now just stay still and don't move, I need to work." The pretense is ridiculous, but you listen to Hayoung, doing your best to not squirm, to not buck into her as she adjusts her position, sending jolts of pleasure through the two of you.

Fuck, I forgot how big he is! Focus Hayoung! She edges herself and forces her finger to click off the video and back to her work. Your hands, previously resting on her hips, quietly move to the front, below her bellybutton.

You gently press in.

"Guh... mmm!" Hayoung bites back a moan as you press in a small circle over her womb. The "massage" causes her front wall to rub against your cock, and when you let go the friction is reduced. It comes back strongly as you press down again, but Hayoung manages to keep herself quiet. It still sends her into a tizzy though as the repeated motion makes your shaft drag across her g-spot, as if you were actually fucking her, but no, you're simply applying delicious pressure to her lower abdomen. You keep to your word, keeping your hips immobile even as Hayoung begins to squirm.

"Ah..." Hayoung leans forward, allowing your fingers to sink in further, pushing her pussy walls more insistently over your cock. She wanted it to last longer, but the more you ground her g-spot onto your cock, the more she wanted to cum now! "Nngh..." With willpower that surprises even herself, she grabs your hand and pulls it away.

"Not yet."

"I'll go slower." Hayoung jumps when you place your hand back where it was, but with a soft and very slight press, she relaxes—she could handle that much. She takes a deep breath and resumes her work best she can. You watch her screen and the security cam footage, noting the other employees' various tendencies at work—Saerom constantly reorganized her papers on her desk; Nagyung had a tongue habit you hadn't noticed until now; Jiwon loved to brush her hair; Jisun constantly touched up her makeup; Chaeyoung was always looking at the mirror; Seoyeon was regularly scribbling on her little notebook.

As for Hayoung, the main thing you noted was how wet she is as you continued to apply small pressure to the spot randomly, slowly ramping up in force and frequency. The few drops of slick on the chair initially is becoming a more noticeable puddle, and every time you press down now is followed by a deep breath from her.

God I just need to cum, but not yet! Not yet Song Hayoung! She bites her lower lip as you press deep on her womb, making her g-spot rub against you cock strongly. It's 5:50 pm, just 10 more minutes and she can get off work and get off. "Mmm!" You rub your finger up and down, and it causes the friction to grow exponentially. Hayoung tenses, a single spasm of her pussy around you signaling her closeness.

"Can I make you cum?" your whisper in her ear.

"N-Not yet! The work day's not over yet!"

"When does it end?"

"6 pm!" Hayoung gasps as you lift your fingers. Truth be told, Hayoung does no work, her eyes focused on the clock as she stares a hole through the monitor. You are right there with her, the two of you watching the static number tick up.

5:59 pm

...

6:00 pm

Hayoung intended to grab your hand and bring it to her pussy, but you move faster—your fingers drum furiously over her mound, pressing her g-spot onto your cock over and over, rubbing her front wall against your shaft repeatedly. In her edged state it feels like you're fucking her even as the two of you sit still in the chair, and Hayoung jerks back, screaming into your neck as you make her explode. The spasms come fast and furious, her pussy contracting around you erratically. Now she's bucking on your lap, throwing her hips back against you for more friction. You keep your hand over her mons, pressing your fingers rhythmically into her, feeling her twitch and jerk under your fingers. Her walls clench around you firmly multiple times, and Hayoung let's out a strangled moan—she's rolling from one orgasm to another, crying as another wave of pleasure crests over her.

"N-No more, stop..." she finally croaks, and you press your fingers deep into her flesh before finally letting go, earning yourself a whimper from Hayoung. "Ah... worth the wait."

"You really waited till the work day ended huh?" you manage in a strained voice—you wanted to get off too.

"Yes, work hard, play hard," Hayoung says with all due seriousness. "Now it's your turn to play." She gets off you and beckons you to get up, taking your spot in the chair instead. "Sit."

"Where?"

"Here."

"I can't sit on you!"

"Fine, how about now?" Hayoung spreads her legs, and instead of just diving in and fucking her right there, she insists that you sit between her legs, and she wraps them around your waist loosely, like a clingy sloth. "You see that folder? Open it and click on the videos."

You do as she instructs, while she takes off her blouse, and your eyes widen when you see yourself in the videos—not only did she have footage of you and Nagyung, she had footage of you and Jiwon too! You groan as you feel Hayoung's soft chest and hard nipples press against your back, and her hands reach around to stroke you two-handed.

"Bet you wish you had these videos didn't you? They make very good material for long nights, hehehe."

"Yeah, oh fuck... Have you been watching them?"

"Mmhmm, maybe I even shared it with Jiwon and Nagyung, who knows if they watch them too." The video is silent, but that only servers to make Hayoung's handjob louder as she rubs pre-cum all over your shaft. You watch Jiwon squirt all over your hand, and you grunt and spurt a little more lubrication for Hayoung. Jiwon is bouncing on you hard on one screen, and you've bent Nagyung over the desk on the other, and as the pace of the videos goes up, Hayoung's strokes get faster too.

"Look at that mess you made Jiwon make, I remember Saerom ordering new furniture the very next day. Maybe she gave the furniture to Jiwon? I don't know."

"Fuck Hayoung!"

"Or maybe it's in storage somewhere. I know, you should take Jiwon there and make her squirt all over it again, just for fun. Or take Nagyung there, actually no, do it somewhere I can watch, have you made Nagyung squirt before?" Hayoung fills your mind with all kinds of filthy thoughts.

"Ugh, going to cum!"

"Do it, cum!" She grinds her palm over your cockhead, and with a loud shout you burst, splattering her hand with your load. You let out a long low moan as Hayoung catches your load with one hand while wringing you dry with the other. By the time you are done her palm is covered with thick white fluid, sliding off and dripping on to the seat.

"Ah, damn!" you gasp, relaxing against her as you come down.

"Mmm delicious." You can't see her behind you, but you know that Hayoung is licking her hand clean right now. You confirms it when she grabs your cock again with a saliva-coated hand. "How about you think about what position we should do it in and get hard again quickly?"

"Well, we can't do it in this position anyways. Switch?" Hayoung agrees. You get up, as does Hayoung, and she grabs some wipes to clean the chair. In her bent over stance you arrive at an answer quickly. "I want you like this."

"Hm? Oh..." A loud gasp escapes her as you take her by surprise and from behind. "That was quick." You reach around and squeeze a breast, and her nipple stiffes against your fingertips—she definitely did not mind. But the chair rolls and moves as you try to fuck her, and Hayoung quickly grows annoyed. "Just fuck me over the desk!" You wrap your arms around Hayoung's torso and swing her around, planting her on the table with a solid thump.

"Shit, sorry."

"It's fine, keep going!" You start with slow pumps of your hips, pushing past Hayoung's tightness with every thrust. But even after she has sat on your cock for the whole day, her "lock" has not memorized the shape of your "key". So you apply more force—if the lock can't be unlocked, then it has to be picked. You start sawing in and out of her, causing her monitors to shake slightly. The videos continue to play, and Hayoung moans as she finally begins to feel what Nagyung and Jiwon felt in the recordings.

"So fucking tight!" She hears your growl, and unconsciously she tightens on you further. Hayoung grunts as you paw at her chest, squeezing her tits from behind. You're trying to press all her buttons—tweaking her nipples, squeeizng her breasts, pressing on her womb from above even as you pounded her. And then a hand drifts down to apply tension, rubbing on her clit—if you didn't pick her lock, you definitely ruined it as Hayoung jerks and cries out.

"Oh, oh fuck, ahhh!" Her legs start trembling, and the images of Nagyung and Jiwon being fucked disappear as Hayoung eyes roll into her head, wiped out by the strong orgasm. Her walls loosen for just a moment before contracting violently around you. You watch her back flex erotically before she shivers and goes still, allowing you to continue to fuck her, close to your own release again.

"Hayoung, I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh fuck... Pull out!" Weakly Hayoung drops to her knees just as you begin to throb. She makes to grab your shaft, but so slippery it is from her slick that it slips out of her hand, and you end up shooting it over her desk, one blast splattering a monitor. She manages to take your throbbing length in hand, but not before another cumshot lands on her chin and drips down to her chest. Your whole climax is a sloppy affair as Hayoung finally manages to rein you in, swallowing the rest of your load with her lips wrapped around your tip.

"God... fuck Hayoung!" you gasp, bracing yourself on her desk before slowly lowering yourself down next to her. She can only manage a gulp in reply, and you quickly hand her the first thing you can find—her blouse. You get a painful slap on the shoulder for that.

"Wipes!"

You hand her the wipes she grabbed earlier, and Hayoung cleans herself up before pulling the blouse over herself. Shivering in the air-conditioned room the two of you quickly get dressed before Hayoung looks at the damage done.

"Oh my god, thank god you didn't hit the keyboard," she mutters, wiping her monitor and desk of your load.

"Yeah sorry about that, you slipped and I just, you know."

"Now imagine that hitting the back of my throat, hehehe."

"For how cute you are you really can be quite dirty."

"Cute, me?" Hayoung sidles close to you, and blushing, you have to take a step back.

"No, you're not cute! I mean yes you are, I mean—" Hayoung laughs at your flustered look before beckoning you in for a whisper.

"Did you forget? We double-teamed our dear Saerom between the two of us, what makes you think my head isn't in the gutter?" She leaves you stunned as she begins to close up for the night. "Get your stuff, I'm locking the office soon. Oh, and give me the keycard back." Dutifully you hand back your access card and wait at the door obediently, like an employee waiting for their boss to leave first.

"Well, thanks for coming, consider our deal done, Saerom won't find out about you and Nagyung."

"Thanks. Speaking of Saerom, were you the one who told Saerom about me and Jiwon? Since you had the video."

"No, you got unlucky that time, the system logs when someone's in her office, and you and Jiwon entering her office was unexpected, so she pulled the video herself."

"And me and Nagyung?"

"She knows Nagyung was supposed to be there, so on the logs it doesn't look surprising, she won't pull it up. If you don't tell and I don't tell, how would she find out?"

"Okay, that's a relief."

"Now that you know though, if you ever want to, you know, fuck somewhere that's not Saerom's office, I wouldn't mind watching."

"How would you watch if we're the ones— Oh!" You realize what she means after a short delay.

"I haven't seen you talk to Seoyeon or Chaeyoung much, just saying. Of course, if you want to come over and fuck me I wouldn't mind either hmm?"

"Right, ahem..." you cough awkwardly at the suggestion. "I'll think about it, bye then." Hayoung leans in to give you a chaste kiss before waving goodbye to you joyfully.

"Have a good weekend!"

You think to yourself as you walk away: Saerom may be the leader of the company, but Hayoung is the one that sees all.

A/N: Finally got around to continuing FROMIS app, gonna try to write Seoyeon and Chaeyoung chapters as soon as I get an idea... so...within 1 year? Thanks for reading!

#smut #hayoung #fromis9

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