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dark-night-insomniac · 2 years

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|Dreamcatcher Vampire! Making out with their s/o

JIU

Jiu always loved these sweet and passionate moments with you. She was happy to know you trusted her enough to let the both of you get lost into moments like this. Here you were again, the movie had just started but the vampire clearly had other plans for the night.

She started by drawing circles on your thigh. You didn't notice too much until she whispered the word baby into your ear.

‘’I though we could maybe forget about the movie?’’ She asked with a smirk while looking down at your lips

‘’Oh, but the movie…i mean sure’’ you stuttered out

She looked at you amused ‘’are you nervous…’’ she inched her face closer to your ear ‘’that i would bite?’’

The words sent chills down your spine, not because you were afraid, no, its just that your body remembered all the times she had touched your neck.

She heard your heartbeat quicken and took it as an answer that you wanted her to keep going.

She gently pushed your back against the end of the lovechair and proceeded to straddle your lap. She grabbed the back of your head and pulled on it for more access to your neck. She first licked across your artery, making you whimper. She giggled in delight.

She started kissing your neck and as she did so it's like her body immediately started grinding on you for friction.

You could hear her breathing pick up and she grabbed your hands and placed them on her chest. Desperately asking for you to press on it. As you did so a moan slipped past her lips.

‘’Your so good’’ she lets out

She left one last mark on your neck before letting her fangs hover over the exposed skin, she looked up to ask for permission. You nodded to give her permission. You groaned and moved in her embrace. She pushed her hand into your chest to keep you still.

She brings herself back up and instead of wiping the blood from her lips she decides on making you taste your own. She started kissing you hungrily and promised herself to make you lose your mind tonight.

SUA

Bora had just come back from tour and she couldn't hide the fact that she missed your body against hers.

After unpacking her essentials she came downstairs running to join you. You were finishing some homework you had for college.

She didn't care for that though. She pushed away your computer and climbed on your lap, forcing you to give her your full attention. She grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a sweet kiss that left you smiling.

She then nuzzled her face close to your neck and hummed at the smell. You could feel her getting lost in your smell, her fangs slightly grazing against your skin. You let out a giggle before letting her know verbally that it was okay for her to drink.

After she heard your words, she immediately pushed her fangs inside the skin of your neck to feed hastily.

You felt her losing control as she started grinding on your lap. She kept letting out soft hums as she kept drinking, grabbing at your hair.

Soon you had to stop her from her daze though. She looked back at you, eyes glistening red just like your blood.

She didn't let you get another word as she aggressively started making out with you.

She took your hands and place them on her hips, signaling to you to massage the area.

As you gently rubbed her thigh, she pushed your head downwards to her chest.

You understood what she was asking from you, it wasn't the first time. You started kissing her chest while she kept pushing you closer, losing herself in the way your lips felt on her skin.

SIYEON

Siyeon had a long day today. This morning she had reluctantly left you on the only break day you had this week. You had kissed her and reassured the sad wolfie it was fine though.

Although it reassured her, she still couldn't stop herself from thinking about you. She had been bothered all day by mischevious thoughts about you.

When she came back home she immediately went to try and find you. She tried following your scent but couldn't do so. She figured you just might be in the shower then.

She went upstairs and indeed heard the water running. She couldn't wait for you anymore though. She entered the bathroom and undressed.

She entered the shower, sliding herself right behind you. You slightly jumped at her touch.

‘’Oh hi siyeonnie, you scared me’’ you let out with a giggle

She simply hummed before kissing your sensitive neck. You let your head fall back against her torso and let out a shaky breath.

Siyeon was already delighted by your reaction, she wanted more.

She gently turned you around and placed both her hands to cup your face. She kissed you under the water and pushed the stray hair from your face.

She nuzzled back to your neck and hummed as she smelled your blood. She pinned you to the wall of the shower and let her hands run down onto your body.

‘’You were taking a shower without me hmm?’’

You let out a giggle at her remark

She started kissing your neck, and made her way down to your midrif slowly before feeding from your thigh. Finally getting what she was craving.

HANDONG

Handong was back from practice and you couldn't resist grabbing her hips when you saw standing there. She let out a soft laugh while you did so, gently placing your head on her shoulder.

She turned around and to your surprise initiated the kiss. She clearly had read your mind, already bringing your body closer to hers.

The vampire liked the dynamic where she would be in control. It was no different tonight. As you tried to guide her by the hips to the nearby couch, she followed but turned to both of you at the last second, making you fall first.

She stood over the couch with a smirk, happy to see you had once again fallen into her trap. She faked leaving the room when you then groaned at her, calling for her attention.

She stopped in her steps, eyes turning red, hearing you vocally complain created a spark within her mind. She wanted to hear more.

She walked back to you, still laying there, now with puppy eyes when you saw her darkening eyes.

She climbed up on top of you before pushing her hand onto your neck, making you whimper.

‘’What? Scared now?’’ She smirked at your shocked expression

Putting your hands above your head, she then let her lips, along with her protruding fangs run down on your skin.

She started behind your ear, then down, taunting at your jugular, succeeding in making you whimper once again.

She kissed down to your collarbone before finally letting her fangs in. She chose a place where she knew it would most likely cause you some pain.

She went on biting into your skin and sucking at the wounds while holding you still, she felt a bit bad for you, but when she felt you getting more and more bothered, she knew she was doing the right thing.

YOOHYEON

It was the weekend morning. Yoohyeon was staying over at your place for the time being. She had gotten up before you, heading to the bathroom to comb her hair.

Your eyes opened when you heard the bathroom door creak open. It’s then that you noticed your lover had left your side.

You lazily walked to the source of the noise.

You saw her looking into the mirror, you approached and hugged her from behind, lazily laying your hands on her exposed stomach.

She smiled at you in the mirror and you turned her around to face you and you both mumbled happy greetings to each other. You placed your hands on her waist and leaned in to leave a soft peck to her lips.

Once you pulled away she pulled you back, placing her arms around your neck to make sure you wouldn't pull away this time. She kissed you, deepening it this time. You took it as a cue to pick her up and gently sit her down on the counter in front of you.

she pulled you closer by the colar of your shirt. She moved her lips down to your jaw and your neck. She kissed her way to that sweet spot of yours and you let out a satisfied hum. Your hands instinctively slid down from her lower back and you couldn't help but give her irresistible figure a squeeze.

As you did so you felt her fangs suddenly scratch at your neck. You gasped slightly, looking down at the vampire, seeing her smile from your reaction.

She felt your hands pull away and whined in your ear for you to continue what you were doing as she kept on leaving marks on your neck.

DAMI

It was a night out, a small event organized by the girl’s company. You and Dami shower up together, her in slick velvety dress and you in a matching outfit to hers.

Dami was always taken away by staff and friends during the night, you didn't mind though, as long as she was having fun. You also could watch her from afar and admire her beauty so you really didn't mind at all.

Her and Minji were now at the bar, you saw her pick up a glass filled with dark red liquid. You sometimes forget that she was a vampire and so seeing her drink blood always made you feel some type of way, in short, it made your pulse rise.

She turned to look around the room, her eyes stopped on you as she took another sip. She could feel your heartbeat from across the room and smirked to herself knowing her effect on you.

A minute later she was setting down her glass and making her way towards you. She didn't say a word, simply brushing her body against yours while passing by before grabbing your hand.

You followed her steps, she led you to a small room and closed the door before pinning you against it. It was completely dark to you but you knew she could see when her eyes started glowing red.

Her hands made her way up your sides, inviting you to do the same, now caressing her exposed leg by the cut through her dress

As you did so, she grabbed the back of your head to expose your neck to her. Your arms were now around her neck while she marked you as hers.

You felt her squeeze your thigh before her fangs were sunken into your flesh, you whimpered at the feeling, making her giggle in satisfaction.

GAHYEON

You were back from a night out with Gahyeon and her vampire friends. She had wanted you to meet her family for a while, the group she was accustomed to.

She was glad you finally met them but wasn’t too happy with the result of tonight's meeting, leaving a pout on her lips.

As you started undressing she entered the room. You saw the pout on her lips

‘’What's going on Gahyeon?’’ You asked clueless

‘’I didn't like the way my friends looked at you…they kept on telling you how you smelled good’’ she groaned

You looked at her a bit confused

‘’I don't think they-‘’ she cut you off, surprising you when she pullet at your collar, she closed in the distance before whispering

‘’You’re mine y/n’’ she almost growled.

Then without a notice she pushed you so that you were sitting on the bed. She wasted no time in straddling your lap. She places her hand on the side of your neck before kissing your jaw, intending to leave marks.

As she sat back up a bit, you decided on giving attention to her chest, kissing it lightly. She let you do so for a bit, holding the back of your head.

But then in a sudden movement, like she was back from a trance, she grabbed your neck and bit into your skin, making you whine.

She pulled back and let her eyes roam around your neck, a smile now plastered on her face.

‘’Now they’ll know you belong to me’’ she hummed before returning to your neck,

‘’You're so jeal-‘’ before you could finish that sentence she licked at the wound, looking up at you before sucking on it.

She was going to make sure from now that you were never left unmarked so that tonight mishap wouldn't happen again.

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worldsover · 3 years

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Dal Segno ft. Chuu

length ✦ 3570

genres ✧ music making; oral fixation; facefuck; subby!Chuu

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Composition is only fifty percent of the process, you've heard, but it's closer to ten for you. For the importance of a solid melody and chord progression with the right instruments and singer, a song becomes less than the sum of its parts with bad mixing because all that effort goes to waste when you can’t hear something, or when something is too loud, or when a certain je ne sais quoi is wrong. But you do know. You don't have to be a chef to be a food critic but it certainly helps. Avoid muddling the lows as it waters down the soup. Carve space in the highs to prevent too much salt from killing the taste buds. Have at most five sounds at a time or else the flavors clash. Focus on these basic techniques to guide you as repetition wears down your mind. Funny. Repetition legitimizes especially in music yet here you are fatigued by repetition as though you weren't down four cups of black coffee. Repetition legitimizes. “From the sign,” the translation reads. Notation, simply instructing a musician to return to a certain point in a piece. You recognize it as an intro song you wrote years ago.

Glass and foam separate the undersized room. Cheap ramen and dampness in the hot air contribute to the odor. You would keep the fan on, if it were worth the extra time filtering out faint noise from recordings. The only scent that keeps you sane is a slight strawberry flavor lingering in the room. Jiwoo. Your muse. A large clock holds both of its hands near one with the lack of natural light muddling whether it’s AM or PM. Studios were always underground man-caves whether they were discount rooms or the signature workspace of the biggest producers. Here you are in the former. Look down at the Macbook and all the wires, sliders, and knobs. Deep breath. “Take 63,” you say into the cheap control room microphone.

“Not good enough.”

“Again.”

“One more.”

Look up. Jiwoo sucks on a grape lollipop. You stare. Watching her fixated on getting all flavor out of the purple sweet derails your flow state. See, work had a rhythm. Listen, volume up, hotkey to copy this clip, volume down. The obvious innuendo sends you offbeat. That perky butt bending over to get a notebook filled with lyrics entrenches the folds of your brain. She didn’t have to wear that skirt. You’ve seen that skirt already and you wish she weren’t wearing it. Oh, you really wish she weren’t wearing that skirt. Guilt sets in. You’re a trusted coworker, she, a naive girl. It takes a while to find your groove again. Your stare has yet to cease until she finally returns the eye contact with candy still in mouth. Her pink tongue laps to secure all the sugar and red pillows engulf the ever-shrinking circle. Pop. Anyone else and it would be calculated action.

“Oppa." Her voice resounds in your monitor headphones. "I don’t know if these harmonies really make sense. Why did you write the second voice to cross down below the main line? Plus it goes so low."

“To be fair, you wrote both of those melodies and you said you wanted them in the same song. Tell me anywhere else they’d work.”

“Ugh, let’s figure this out later. Next song.“

Dozens of takes later and Jiwoo’s frustration causes her to make mistakes. Sometimes she even tries to start singing with the sucker in her mouth. For the character she plays, you know she’s a professional and that she can be better. Yet hours later, she still could not get the vocal runs right. Incomplete songs bloat your project folder: "Jiwoo - Mania", "Jiwoo - Look Closer", "Jiwoo - Untitled Idea 21". Just a small side project that the company approved during another ample period of break time between comebacks. That’s why the director didn’t even let you use the company’s facilities, instead opting to rent out this cheap closet of a studio. At least no one would be mad about the amount of time you spent recording together.

You shift seats from the leather office chair to the white lovechair, the only two pieces of furniture that fit comfortably in the room. Jiwoo follows suit and leaves the recording booth, really more of a phone booth in square footage, while she huffs and puffs on her candy.

“I’m tired, oppa,” she says.

“Me too, Jiwoo. May I remind you that I’m not getting paid extra for this. Are you gonna focus or what?” your voice just a few cents down, just a bit harsher.

“I, I’m sorry.” A lick anyway. Her meek tone disappears, “Ya! You know how good your royalties are gonna be. Sole producer and all that. Plus, here you are still doing all this work for me." Why were you working so hard on this? "You know, if you just taught me how to use Ableton-”

“Then I’d be out of a job.”

Jiwoo frowns, “Wow, selfish much? You could’ve joined me as a trainee.”

“Nah, no way. Fish dance better.”

“Shut up, oppa. You would’ve easily made it with your, um, musical talent.” She clamps down on the lollipop with her mouth.

“You good? What was that?”

“Let’s," she stands promptly, "get back to recording.”

Crack. Jiwoo bites down on the lollipop and throws the stick in the trash. In ten minutes, she nails the verse she spent hours trying to get right. It'd be really nice to know what catalyzed that rally. You'd ask but driving Jiwoo back to her dorm is quiet as usual.

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Make a good impression on someone, anyone, on your first day as a mixing engineer. That’s why you returned to the Blockberry Creative building with an extra bar of Melona in hand. A simple bribery. Light beamed down between two skyscrapers on a short girl with long hair and strands of bangs adorning her forehead. She stood outside the lobby, introducing herself to every passerby. You had to pinch her cheeks, the intrusive thought screamed.

She scurried up to you. “Hi! I’m Kim Jiwoo and I’m going to become an idol!”

Ah, a trainee. You already knew she was destined to become one. Well, not literally, you weren’t in charge of that. But her overflowing charm was impossible to ignore. You had to tease her though, “Are you sure?”

“Hey! What would you know about that, mister?” she said.

You bit down on your mango. “Mister? First of all, I’m only a high school senior,” her lips rounded in surprise, “And second, I’m your new audio guy, and I know for a fact they’re debuting you girls in order of talent.”

“Woooow. Well, I’ll have you know, I have a great voice!” She certainly spoke lyrically. “Wait a minute, I didn’t know they hired people that young.” You pointed at her. “Okay, I’m in high school too. But that’s different, idols start this age.”

“I guess. I’ve been making music ever since I was a kid, and they liked what I had,” you said and Jiwoo nodded in understanding.

She fluttered her eyebrows. “Sooo, is that mango ice cream for me? Oppa?” A little surprised she already called you that, but it sounded right.

“No, I have this unopened strawberry-” Jiwoo snatched the half-eaten cold treat from your hand, and started licking it. Trouble she would be.

You spent many recording sessions together, alone after all the other members left. She cozied up to you because her little musical snippets had to become full-fledged tracks and you helped her out every time.

Something changed over the years however. Your interactions became colder. It felt like you were the only one who she would respond to in a deeper voice. Jiwoo wouldn't pepper you with silly acts or mess around. Maybe she took you more seriously which is how you managed to make more songs together regardless. Then, you stood idly by and watched her debut. Who didn't love her? But when she was with you, you missed the playfulness, the ice cream and her riffing over your playful guitar strums. It turned less of a hobby and more of a job though you never regretted any second with Jiwoo regardless.

Under the Earth's largest natural satellite, you shared a simple meal in black bean noodles. She was still in her hippie outfit from the comeback, and you handed her your jacket since it was cold. You realized, there was something else there that you were too inexperienced to notice. Your bodies' radiation replace the chill in the air, a bubble with just the two of you eating on the grass in a park near your dorm. A cliche slurping on one noodle and Jiwoo pulled away. In embarrassment, like a damn anime character, she hiccuped. Good thing you didn't close your eyes when you leaned in.

“Wanna make an album together?” Jiwoo says.

“Sure.”

You threw away the noodles’ package and escorted her home. That was all you expected anyway. Fine.

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“That’s enough!”

Three goddamn weeks. It's been three goddamn weeks and you've barely made any progress.

Barge into the booth, slam the door shut and raise your tone, just below a shout, “I've had it up to here! You know how many of my songs have been mashed together in some unholy quest for your perfection? Just one unknown something is missing and either you start complaining or we move on to the next."

She backs up from the mic to the insulated wall but you continue, paying no heed to her, as you spout your piece to the artificially cold air, "You know how much time I’ve spent outside working on these songs? These are songs I’ve saved up over years. And you trash them like they’re nothing. How do you even manage to record LOONA tracks?”

Regret sinks in. This was your passion project as much as hers. Was it frustration from the recordings? Weeks of the same routine and it took until now for you to give in to your temper.

"It wouldn't even be that bad! If you could just one time, you could be cute or cheerful again with me, or,” Fuck. So stupid. You don’t have to take your friendships for granted like this. You’re lucky enough she treats you as much. “Hold on. Wait, I'm-"

Examine her face. It’s not sour and she hasn’t stormed out or even slapped you.

“No, no. You don’t have to say it. I’m. I’m sorry oppa.” She looks down. “I'm the one messing up after all." Her heartbeat a harsh snare drum. "And you. You're. Different. Looking at you always made me feel some, something funny. Not funny but? Ugh. I wish I could explain it.”

You hold in your confusion.

She blabbers on, “Like, are. Are you mad? I promise you, I,” A nervous breath, ”I like you. Okay?"

Your confusion grows like the length of your silence.

"I’m just acting how I really am with you. Do you want to maybe, I don't know, like," her voice decrescendos, "Um. Punish me?”

Your heart, your brain are deprived of blood as it all rushes down. Did you hear that right? Not an apology, not retribution, but a call to punishment? Misinterpreting her, the consequences would be dire but that damned demure tone for such an erotic request. Was Jiwoo the exact type of slut constructed in your mind? The one that made you feel sinful for even imagining. No, no, there's no way.

Too late. Jiwoo must have noticed the absurd bulge now. It had to be these Adidas pants today. Fuck it. Life can’t be lived fully without risk. Hopefully, the same switch turned in her mind. You remove all ire from your face and say in earnest, “Do you like games?"

She lights up a little. You sigh relieved.

"Let’s try…”, you say, ”Strip recording.” She lights up a little more, so you go on, ”If I mess up anything, the mix, the composition, the arrangement, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. Your choice. And every time you mess up-”

Jiwoo unbuttons her denim shorts and brings them down her tight legs.

“D- did I say now?”

However, with her resolve steeled, she continues pulling them. "So what? I did mess up, right?" she says coquettish. Deliberate the turn she makes when she bows down to remove the shorts from her legs, Jiwoo reveals a hint of her innie pussy on that same little ass that ran through your mind earlier. A small trace of her thighs glistens, the only thing reflecting the single lightbulb’s glow in the microphone’s abode. She turns back to face you. "Please. Punish me."

Step closer until Jiwoo backs up to the soundproofing. She’s an eighth note away from your face, flashing her beady eyes and a coy smile, ”Where's your underwear?" A little drop spills out onto the floor, "And why are you so wet, Jiwoo-ah?”

Red on her cheeks, like she only now realized her dishevelment in front of you. “You just… Something about you snapping at me. I don’t get it either. I knew you'd do it, some day, I wanted you to," she mumbles in her best efforts to answer you.

“Have you ever worn underwear to the recordings?”

Those efforts continue to fail.

"Oh, Kim Jiwoo. What do I do with you?" One of your hands grabs her cheek. The other crawls down her back to grab her cheek.

“Oppa… Do I have to say it?”

“I want to hear every." Smack. "Word." Smack. She slips a moan.

“Can you," she says, "can you use my mouth?”

You disguise your long pause as thought, teasing the bare skin of her ass with your exploratory fingers to bide time, but it's an expression of your shock. The interruption helps you come up with a more suitable punishment however.

“How about this then. Every time you mess up, you have to give me a blowjob. Call?”

“Call!” Once more, unprompted, she kneels down in front of you and claws away your track pants. You roll with the punches.

"Oppaa," with an pronounced pop and in a sing-songy rhythm, "I've always wanted to know, if your dick-" It certainly didn't need Jiwoo's dainty hands pulling on your boxers, as it would've sprang out on its own with how like diamond your cock is getting.

"Fuuuck," the first profanity you ever hear her utter, she lilts. "Please. Oppa. Fuck my face?"

After all she said, she could still surprise you. Bring your hips forward and just as you would've her pussy, tease Jiwoo’s lips with the head of your dick. She parts them open, starved, anxious.

Hold her by the chin. "Wait."

She freezes at the command. Again, like foreplay, rub her lips with that head making them turn redder and more plump. You sweep aside her bangs to see her begging eyes. More importantly, slide your dick up to her nude forehead to slap as a first act of retribution. “A-ah!” Jiwoo stutters as you slap her face with your manhood again and again. Bring your cock back down and she's already a mess without you even having entered her mouth. A little drool from her shut lips gently massages your balls while a bit of precum drools from your slit to meet those lips.

Jiwoo mumbles as best as she can with you holding her jaw shut and your dick on her lips, "Please. Please. Shove your dick in me. I need you in my mouth."

You squint your rough eyes to command her.

Muffled still, "Oppa. Please. I. I need to taste you. You just, you're so thick and you're so long and cock is perfect and please I just-" Loosen the grip on her chin to let her envelop the entire tip with her warm lips. "Mmmmm..." the moan resonates a saw wave and your stern resolve fades away on your first entrance into her face but it returns as her teeth rub against you. She quickly readjusts her jaw but it takes multiple attempts of you pulling out and her sucking you back until only silken lips hold your cock's head. Finally. A focused glint in her eyes. She endeavours to keep your tip in her mouth as long as possible.

You were mad at her earlier, weren't you?

Recall this anger and press yourself into her with all your hips' strength, working against the force of her lip's airtight suction. Saliva leaks to betray the seal. Jiwoo's prying tongue explores the underside of your cock but you reach an impasse while she's not even halfway down the shaft. You shove your dick deeper but to no avail and tears roll down her eyes joining the fluids coating her lips. Thus you exit back out. And back in you go to repeat and repeat and slowly increase your rate, becoming rough sex with her diligent mouth. All the positions you’ve imagined fucking her little pussy, you picture using her throat instead. Even in this compact studio, the couch, chair and desk would provide ample support for you to use her in many ways. The dirty thoughts inspire your speed right now. She slurps and gulps at every quick plunge but you realize her moans and rumbles aren't just incoherent reactions. You decelerate.

“Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhh… Ah’ve ahways- Hmph.” She slurs as she tries her hardest to communicate while her airway is blocked.

She slides up your cock to catch some air, “Thought about it- Mmm.”

“Your dick in my mouth and it’s just so pew, fect- Ahhh.” Jiwoo's lips let go gently then her tongue sticks out to lick up your cock and she shows off a trail of spit leading to your tip. A less patient man would’ve jerked himself off right there to grant her eyes and open mouth's unison request to feed on your cum.

Instead you retort, “You think you’ve earned it? Not even halfway down. Going nowhere, just like our recording sessions, huh?”

“Shut up!”

“Oof.” You’re already weak in the knees so Jiwoo's one handed shove sends your tailbone to the floor. Since you’re still dazed by her confounding strength, she takes initiative and kowtows her head into your lap to crawl down your cock with her tiny lips. Fondling your balls, Jiwoo starts from the furthest point she could muster on your shaft up to your cock head. Her tongue follows back and she starts playing under your tip to swirl that tongue around the most sensitive parts until it explores your slit. You buckle and groan. Jiwoo sucks and spits and sucks while she circles only the most minimal twisting motion of her lips on your head. This is the Jiwoo you know. Relentless. Only now your load is her magnus opus.

Her right hand strays downwards and her face on your dick blocks a full view but you can tell that hand is working as intensely as her mouth. As she strokes herself with more vigor, she starts humming a satisfied melody on your tip. In kind, your subtle grunts turn into full-bodied moans. You're a single measure away from your coda so you reach down and pull her off your cock by grabbing her neck.

You glare into her. “Desperate little girl, aren't you?”

Her breath is stilted and she's nearly shaking. “Please…” she sobs, ”You, you want it as bad as I do right?” Of course. “Won't you just cum for me?” Not now. Not when you have putty in your hands.

“You're making a mess. You can't take me all the way down. And I see that it’s not just your saliva coating the floor.” Point to the spot where she kneels, her drool joins a stain growing ever larger with a strand of juice from her pussy flowing as you continue to berate her. Then you point to her hand. Ha. “Were you playing with yourself using my pencil?”

“No… Wait!”

You back off. “Your top’s a mess too. Anyone can tell I just fucked your face.” You take off your black hoodie and give it to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow for our next session.”

“Wait, we didn’t book tomorrow, did we? Also, you can’t just leave me like this! Oppa!”

"I said, I'll see you tomorrow. I have to go,“ you remind her, ”Ha Rin’s picking you up. And give me back that pencil.”

She hands it to you, unable to meet your eyes despite hers lusting over your cock. You'll definitely use the alluring musk on it for later to save you from your self-induced blue balls. Exit the booth. Of course she barely waits to use your hoodie the same way since she doesn’t notice you lingering in the room. Instead of hiding the grey long sleeve that soaks her neck, your used sweatshirt covers Jiwoo’s face as her fingers make the mess on the floor larger.

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AFF, AO3

Swear to god I’m not just writing the cutest idols to write for. I mean maybe I am but also this answer from @nsfwtwicecatcher and all the subsequent pictures that I found of Chuu pouting inspired me. Also, this was a longer piece but I kept spinning my tires on it and decided to split it up, so look out for more.

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Fermata, the aforementioned sequel

#kpop smut #loona smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

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