On her knees

Male Reader x Shen Xiaoting, Kim Jimin (Monday) (ft. Miyeon)

Length: 6469 words

“Hi, Daddy.”

Not again. She is so greedy, insatiable, never satisfied. You gave it to her four times already: two in the morning, one during lunch break, one in the bathroom—but even after hours of dance lessons and vocal recordings, she still craves you.

“I want to be full of your thick cock, Daddy. Let me feel your warm cum.”

“Sorry, you won’t get me today. It’s already past 10 and I am exhausted.”

“Fine. You don’t want to play. Then I’ll just find someone else to fuck me. Raw.”

“You little shit—”

The moment you raise your voice, Xiaoting drops to her knees. Her black lace covered arms find their way behind her back and her bare knees rub on the floor of your living room. Of course she did not bother to change after her final dance practice. Her gorgeous beige dress with an antique design shows off her wide hips and puts her porcelain skin on display. Your anger keeps you from admiring her further.

“Yes, Daddy! Punish me. I’m such a disobedient little slut,” Xiaoting says teasingly.

Your eyes can’t look away. She does not deserve this attention. The best punishment would be to leave her unsatisfied. The logical thing would be to go to bed and get deserved rest. The most helpful thing would be to tie her up and leave her alone. However, it’s to no avail. Your gaze is already wandering over her curves, those delicious, well-defined curves—and Xiaoting notices.

“Oh, you like my wide hips, Daddy? They were made just for you to grab on and slam your load into me. Would you like that~?”

“To make things clear: I don’t need you. I can breed many girls, more beautiful than you. You’re just a worthless toy for me." 

A step towards her, then you spit. The wet impact on her face makes Xiaoting groan in ecstasy. She thinks she’s got you and every bratty reaction or remark will get her closer to get what she wants from you. It’s either she pours them out of her filthy mouth or reveals her neediness and willingness to be—

"I don’t care what I am, just breed me!.”

Immediately, you hit her wide-ass hips with the back of my hand, before pulling back her head at the handle that are her brown locks. Rinse, then another trail of spit runs down her flushed features as she cries in pain. 

“Shut up you fucking toy! Should I get Monday in here and breed her in front of you? She is such a good slut, way more worth than you.”

Xiaoting smirks through the sting.

“Take us both, Daddy, if you think you can handle us, that is.”

“Stupid brat! You have no idea how we play this game!" 

Squeeze the flesh on Xiaoting’s thighs before giving it a resounding spank. You know it doesn’t take any effort to get Monday over here. Just a quick message on your phone while Xiaoting shows her greedy, needy, bratty face and wiggles her attributes. From a drawer, you grab a rope and tie Xiaoting’s arms behind her back. 

The door opens a minute later, with Monday walking in. The view of her outfit makes you smirk in lustful delight. Always the good girl, she decided to wear one of your favorites: skimpy, tight pants in white and a red crop-top with red see through sleeves. 

"Hi, Daddy. Sorry for taking so long.”

After seeing Xiaoting on the ground, she wastes no time kneeling next to her and looks at you. Those fierce eyes, something her fans adore and something that makes up a lot of her stage presence are completely different around you. She looks like an obedient puppy, ready for orders, ready to play, and happy to see the one she pledged herself to.

“It’s fine. Get up.”

You grab a chair and place it in front of the two girls.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap, Monday. You’re such a gorgeous slut. Your ass looks great in those shorts.”

Monday smiles softly and mouths a thank you while carefully planting her ass on your crotch. Your hands move under her crop top to find bare breasts underneath. This slut always does it right, you think to yourself and dive in. Your rough fondling on the mounds make Monday melt with moans as she throws herself back onto your chest.

She has always been sensitive at this part of her body. It’s of course no secret to you, as you go faster on her nipples. The supple movements of her ass on your cock become quicker, more stimulating. Combined with the sound of her sweet voice and the sight of Xiaoting’s sinful body it makes your rock hard. Envy overcomes the bratty ones face.

“Play with me too, Daddy. I’m far better than Monday.”

“Oh really, bitch? I think I’ll enjoy Monday quite a lot. Look at her! Drooling all over herself, and she isn’t even naked yet!”

Lust, though powerful, rarely makes you lose control. Spreading Monday’s legs apart and revealing a damp spot right in front of Xiaoting’s eyes might seem erratic, but it’s planned, calculated. The effects on Xiaoting are easily predictable to you. She begins to lose control over her tongue as it leaks drool and her orbs become clouded in a haze of arousal and envy. 

“Daddy,” Monday mewls, “please touch me. I’m so needy for you.”

Now, Xiaoting is really on the clock. If she doesn’t act accordingly, your cock will soon be in Monday’s delicate pussy, and you will pump her full of her seed—and Xiaoting cannot allow that. Her knees scratch over the parquet surface and turn red as she inches towards you. Her soft cheek presses against your crotch and Monday’s core, making the sensitive girl groan and you scoff:

“Hey bitch! If you want to make your pitiful existence useful, remove Monday’s pants.”

If this doesn’t spur on their rivalry, then nothing ever will. The two were friends for years, sure, but they always competed for the No. 1 in everything. From classes, to their dance teams, even in volleyball and their orchestra. To one-up the other is a victory they both yearn for on a weekly basis, so it’s no wonder that you found yourself with two gorgeous after one of them became addicted to what you can give them. 

Being your No. 1 cumslut is just another competition.

"Daddy~” Xiaoting whispers as she gets up and moves behind you so her words only reach your ear, “I know you want your big cock in my tight ass, hm? It’s exclusively for you today.”

You smirk at what she tells you but you don’t give in.

“You fucking brat. You think you can tempt me and just get your way?" 

"What did she say, Daddy?” Monday asks.

“Xiaoting is offering her ass like a common street whore." 

Monday huffs and furrows her brow in annoyance. 

"But Daddy, I’m a good girl. Xiaoting isn’t. She doesn’t obey like I do, I—" 

Monday was not ready for anal and she communicated that with you before, so it was a dirty trick that Xiaoting decided to pull to maybe turn the tables. Rejecting you could free the spot on your lap for the greedy Xiaoting.

"That’s right, baby girl.”

Your hand glides over Monday’s bare abs, then into her skimpy shorts. You find a cleanly shaven, drenched pussy, but the most important thing is her clit. The hidden, small nub is filled with blood from her arousal.

Expertly, you begin to rub it. Monday’s moans now become screams, her sizable breasts and thighs tremble as her whole body succumbs to shakes of a quickly approaching orgasm.

Xiaoting has waddled back in front of you. She tries to look confident in her plan, but mostly, she looks aroused and needy as hell. Her legs rub together, her tongue slips out at times and you know she would love to show you her bare ass and hips. Too bad she is still tied up.

“You are such a talented vocalist. I always love hearing you scream for me baby girl. Do you see this, Xiaoting? Monday gets rewarded first because she isn’t a dumb fucking brat like you are. I don’t understand it; you’re top of your class back in school and a world class ballroom dancer yet you have no discipline when it comes to my cock.”

“Daddy, it’s because your cock made me dumb. It feels so good, I can’t think of anything else. All the time, I think about it and want it in my slutty pussy. I’m such a dumb whore for Daddy’s dick, I just want it to breed me.”

Xiaoting’s impressive rant is cut short when you give Monday’s pussy a slap at just the right time and angle. In a piercing scream, Monday cums hard, squirt shoots out of her cunt in multiple ropes and stains her shorts and your hand. 

“You sound convincing, Xiao,” you say with a mocking voice, while undressing a Monday who is still on her high, “but it’s mostly lies. And your ace, it falls short if Monday offers it as well.”

“Daddy,” Monday softly says,” I love you. Please, fuck me first." 

Xiaoting scoffs at her rival. Monday always played a saccharine melody that would give her a better chance at getting the first bite of you. 

"You’re such a good girl, Monday.”

You fish out your hard on and slap it against her wet folds. Xiaoting is gawking at it with every slap. She’d burst in a frenzy the moment you’d insert the cock into her rival. The seed she wants to breed her should never be in Monday’s pussy.

Your plan is a different one however.

“Monday, you are my good girl, yes?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a good girl for you and your cock.”

“Do you know what good girls do?”

“They do what their Daddy says.”

“So—”

Your slaps on her wetness stop and you adjust the light woman on your lap.

“—would you let me fuck your ass?”

Xiaoting smirks victoriously. There was no way Monday was going to let that happen, she wasn’t ready. Besides that, you knew how amazing her ass was. It’s probably unbeatable. Soon, she will have you inside her and finally get her way.

Monday looks at Xiaotings gaze before resolving herself. 

“Daddy… I love you. Do whatever you want with me, I’m your good girl, your good whore. F-fuck my a-ass if you want. I belong to you only.”

Xiaoting’s eyes widen. Shock and fear dominate her emotions, she did not expect the brunette girl to be this brave. If not for her own restraints, it would not have come this far. However, an obscene drive to watch Monday take her first cock in her ass makes her freeze and focus on the scene before her.

Monday’s eyes are shut. She squeezes down her eyelids, while you feel her asshole squeeze down around your aligned and slowly penetrating tip. She is not relaxed, which makes her tight but this is clearly not comfortable for her.

“Relax, baby girl. You are so, so good for taking it. After using your perfect ass, I’ll give you a special reward, okay?.”

No response from her, as your lips suck on her neck shortly. You kiss your way up her delicate throat, but the tension keeps her motionless, further penetration is impossible now.

Xiaoting’s sweaty face shows a smirk. Maybe things are as expected. Monday isn’t able to take your massive cock in her ass. This will be over soon, and then you will pick her ass, because it’s actually fuckable.

“Daddy, g-go slow please, it h-hurts,” Monday cries softly.

In your deepest, most soothing voice, you hum into her ear:

“Relax. You’re so good. I’m almost in.”

Rubs on her smooth skin, your calm breath and a deep desire to win bring Monday to relax. She loosens and your cock disappears inside her puckered hole inch by inch. 

“No,” slips from Xiaoting’s tongue. 

You grin at her, but before you can say something to degrade her, your entire dick is surrounded by warmth. The tight texture of Monday’s unused asshole makes you groan and praise her further:

“Oh, baby girl! You are doing so well! Where is Daddy’s cock?”

“My, my ass, Daddy, you’re the first and only person to—my hole, this hole is yours! It belongs to you. Sh-shape it to your will, paint it with your cum and r-ruin it with your cock, Daddy!”

Pull out a little to savor Monday’s tightness.

“Such a perfect slut. Unlike someone else.”

Xiaoting is on her knees again. She did not expect to lose and certainly not in such a severe manner. With her arms behind her back, she is absolutely helpless and her stupid brain forces her to watch.

And watch, she does. Her skimpy lace panties you haven’t even cared about inspecting are drenched with juice. Her knees and wrists have bruises from her struggle to move. Her bratty mouth is quiet, her lips shut except for a faint whimper. Desperately, she stares at your cock and how it starts to thrust into Monday.

“How is it Monday? Do you like my cock in your ass? Do you wish you had done it earlier? Hm?”

Monday’s answer is interrupted by mewls and heavy breaths: 

"Y-you’re so big, Daddy, ah! T-to be honest, I-I was very scared, so I did not—fuck—want to try it.”

“And what changed your mind?”

“Th-that I have to be a good girl for Daddy and that he owns all my h-holes.”

“Very good answer,” you coo right behind her ear, “Raise your arms, so I can see your cute breasts bounce.”

Being the ever obedient girl, Monday follows your orders. You savor the sight of her well-shaven, smooth pits. How she wraps around your cock with her tight, virgin asshole leaves you groaning in joy. Who needs pace if something squeezes this intensely?

“Hey, stupid toy!” you address Xiaoting, who wordlessly kneels in between your legs, “Make yourself useful and remove Monday’s top. Maybe I’ll let you suck my balls if you succeed.”

Xiaoting is not yet entirely mindless. With skilled movements of her legs she gets up from the ground. Because her hands are still restrained, she has to use her teeth to gently grab Monday’s top and pull it over the moaning girl’s head. Xiaoting’s resistance falters quickly, you notice.

You then look at Xiao coldly as you fuck faster into Monday:

“You seem to have forgotten your place brat. The only fucking reason you’re here is to serve me, to pleasure me. The only reason you’re an idol is because of me. The only reason I am here right now is because I want to fuck you whores! You are nothing but holes for me to use." 

Pulling out your phone you scroll through your contacts. It was just a who’s who of K-pop idols, an abundance of groups from across all generations.

"I can fuck whoever I want. BLACKPINK? They would reroute their flights from Europe to here right now if I called them. TWICE? I could have all nine of them here serving me. Girls Generation? From Taeyeon to Jessica, they listen to my call. IU? I’ll celebrate her anniversary soon enough. 

And do you know what you are, Xiaoting? You’re just an upstart, talented maybe, but don’t you ever fucking think you’re above any of this. Monday’s getting her virgin ass stuffed by my cock because she’s an obedient good girl, meanwhile you’re bound up and absolutely useless all because you decided to throw a tantrum to the one person who built you with a single whisper.”

Xiaoting falls back onto her knees. No words can express the magnitude of the revelation she has just witnessed. It spins her view of this world around. This ‘Daddy play’ was more than a mere kink. There was real power behind this and she maybe should’ve seen this coming.

"Can I suck your balls, Daddy?" 

Xiaoting’s voice is stern, barely audible through Monday’s increasing moans and screams. It’s a mask to hide the fact that she is limp to you if your contacts aren’t a well-planned fake. Once again, she underestimated you.

"No, bitch! You have to say it like you mean it. There is still brattiness in you. You might be the worst case of this I have ever seen.”

One of your hands is securely at Monday’s waist, to hold her in position. Fucking her harder and quicker is easy now and she has learned to stay relaxed at all times. Soon, she will cum from her ass for the first time and then she is finally three useful holes on a delicious body with a beautiful face. That is exactly how you like your sluts.

The same cannot be said about Xiaoting. Your second hand gives her puffed up cheek a small slap, then another and a third, before you knock her over with a hit for the ages. Xiaoting screams out in pain and her following words are a babbled mess:

“Please, Daddy! I need to suck your balls!”

“Wrong again, you selfish brat!

"I need, I need—

"I need to pleasure you, Daddy, please! Or else I’m a useless piece of meat! Please give me a purpose, Daddy!”

You smirk in delight and wrap your hand around Monday’s throat. The idol’s eyes have disappeared into the back of her head as you get her closer and closer to heaven. Her shrieks are in perfect rhythm with how you fuck her ass. 

In Xiaoting’s brown eyes, there is desperation, the dread of not being part of her group, of not being an idol, of not being used. She has no clue if your power really stretches to all these women you have listed, but she wouldn’t dare to question her Daddy. You have finally put her into place and made her a crying, drooling, leaking mess that stains your parquet with three kinds of liquids. 

“Suck on them, Xiaoting, and maybe you can have the rest that leaks out of Monday’s ass.”

It wasn’t any of the music programs in school, or dance competitions, any of the auditions or performances on Girls Planet 999, no, this, this right here was the most important performance of Xiaoting’s life. She knew that now. She knew if she didn’t impress you, if she didn’t suck your balls perfectly, this could all be over for her. She would be nothing because you have it all in the grasp of your hand.

Reverentially, Xiaoting inches her lips closer to your crown jewels. Right above her is Monday bouncing up and down your cock at rapid speed. She is completely in bliss, orgasms shake through her pale body and make her beautiful limbs and features glisten in sweat.

With full concentration, Xiaoting parts her lips and takes your testicle into her mouth. The feeling of her lips, her hot mouth, her delicate tongue, they make you groan and leak more of your pre-cum into Monday, who is nothing but a mindless fleshlight now.

“Don’t stop!” you shout down to the sucking and licking Xiaoting “You seem to be worth something for the first time.”

Your orgasm approaches quickly, your tip ready to burst, but you want to feel Xiaoting a little longer. She deserves to be this low, to get nothing, to know that she is the last you’d actually want to impregnate.

Knead Monday’s bountiful bouncing breast with an eager hand, use the other to pull Xiaoting’s hair back and see her sparkling eyes. The eyes of a slave, a slave for your manhood, putting an awe inducing face on your balls because she sees it as mandatory. 

A final lick from the bottom side of your balls to the bottom of your shaft and you burst with Monday fully wrapped around and clenching on you.

“Pay close attention,” you groan to Xiaoting as you feel the torrent of hot cum clean out Monday’s ass. 

Xiaoting is helpless to observe the shudder of your body as she can all but feel the millions of swimmers leave their home in your sack and diligently rush to migrate into Monday’s ass. She could feel how your balls feel less full, lighter as you unloaded what should have been her prize. 

Monday is helpless to stay put as she feels your spunk fill her other hole for the first time.

“Daddy, so hot! My ass, I—”

“I’m gonna use it often from now on. You have proven yourself, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy! Fill me, my ass is yours. I love you.”

Monday is left motionless. You lift her from your cock and immediately, her puckered hole clenches shut. All your baby batter remains inside her, except for a small droplet that sticks to her ass.

Xiaoting quickly tries to glide up your cock with her tongue, but you hold her hair firmly.

“Nuh uh, bitch! You don’t deserve to suck it, hell, even cleaning it is too good for you. Clean Monday’s ass if you want leftovers.”

Xiaoting is helpless to nod and meekly turns around to try and take what she can get from Monday’s ass, except Monday masterfully clenches her hole and looks back at Xiao. 

“Don’t even think about it. You don’t deserve this. I worked hard for this by being a good girl." 

Monday then turns to look at you. 

"Daddy, may I clean your cock, please?”

“Get on your knees, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Monday shoves a distraught, almost depressed Xiaoting to the back and kneels in between your legs. She opens her mouth wide and you shove her favorite piece of meat down her throat. Monday gobbles and chokes at first, but she keeps her eyes wide and her hand in her lap, just like the best sluts you trained.

Behind her, Xiaoting gets into position. She is like an addict, doing everything for a little dose of her drug. Still bound by the restraints around her wrists, she shifts into an awkward position to get her face in front of Monday’s ass creek. 

No disgust or hesitation in her moves, Xiaoting immediately eats Monday’s ass and tries to open the tight entrance. Monday wants to resist, but you pin her with both your hand and gaze to remain in her sucking position. Ever the obedient girl, she stays mostly calm as Xiaoting becomes violent with her slick tongue.

As much as Monday wanted to stop Xiaoting, she knew her focus should be on cleaning your cock and she would make sure she delivered in that area as well. 

You look at the sight before you, two up and comers getting their training on how to please you. They weren’t anywhere near the levels of some of their older peers you had at your command, but they showed promise. Especially Monday will surely fall into the category of ‘willing good girl’. Xiaoting however is still not broken the way you need her to.

“Xiaoting, who is a female idol that inspires you?” you ask seemingly random.

“Hm,” she contemplates, feeling only tiny droplets of cum on the top of her tongue, yet not giving up, “Miyeon-unnie of GI-DLE, Daddy. I adore her beauty.”

“You have good taste. She looks amazing, especially in the new blonde hair style. It’s funny: I made her so addicted to anal, she doesn’t even want to be bred anymore. Nowadays, I’m glad some other guys can satisfy this lady, cause we both just don’t have time for hour long anal sessions.”

Out of a random mood, you pinch Monday’s nose and watch her give you a puzzled look.

“Baby girl, would you please take it all for Daddy?”

It’s not a plea, but a command, and Monday knows. She nods, a little scared of what’s to come, but still goes down. Her tight throat presses on your hardening cock and the lack of air quickly makes her gag.

“Stay. Stay. Stay,” you repeat calmly, Monday’s nose firmly closed with your digits. Large globs of saliva begin to run down your shaft, balls—and then drip onto your floor. 

“Good job,” you coo while Monday fears for her life because of lack of oxygen in her lungs. Good girls go all the way for their Daddy and she does, even when her lips are blue and cheeks stained by tears. 

You pull her off your cock and a final rain of saliva rains down. Slowly you back off and take Monday with you. She takes deep breaths and you caress her cheek with a soft smile.

“You have proven yourself. I’m impressed, you really are a masterpiece, maybe the best of this generation.”

“Th-thank y-you, Daddy.”

“I’ll give you a gift later. Now, let’s watch this bitch clean the floor with her tongue.”

You shoot Xiaoting a look and she obeys. She drags her tongue on the floor to try and sop up any remaining particles of cum that remain in the sea of Monday’s saliva.

“Don’t stop licking until I say so. Monday, keep sucking my cock will you?" 

As they do so, you bring your phone to your face and push a couple buttons letting it ring. The facetime call starts and a familiar face pops up on screen.

"Daddy! It really is you!" 

Miyeon’s voice is filled with delight and excitement. Her face on your screen expresses the same emotions, just with a hint of naughtiness in her expression. A lip bite from her with that blonde hair and crimson lips would be deadly for any of her fans. 

Not for you however. You made her like this.

"Hey, Miyeon. You look amazing. Nice to see that you picked up so quickly. I bet your schedule is tight.”

“Not as tight as me though,” she giggles as you shut your mouth to not groan at what Monday’s mouth does. 

“I always have time for you. I just got back from another shooting. You’ll love our new music video~”

“Mhmmm, I bet I will. If I do, I’ll be sure to come and reward you. AndYuqi. And Shuhua. And, anyways, I called you because a younger idol told me you were her inspiration." 

You flip the camera around and Miyeon doesn’t even bat an eye at seeing two naked girls on your apartment floor, one sucking your cock and the other licking the floor. 

"Now, the one sucking my cock is Monday, she’s a good girl. The other in the back is Xiaoting and she has been rather difficult." 

Both Monday and Xiaoting were shocked to varying degrees. For Monday, being fully nude and exposed like this was a new experience which made her blush. The lack of oxygen from before however lowered her rationale significantly, so she continues to suck your cock diligently.

For Xiaoting, the revelation that you really did know other Sunbaenims leaves her in even more fear than before. Your power must be far beyond what she could imagine, and if she continued to piss you off, her idol career might be in trouble. She puckers her lips and sucks the drool in like a vacuum cleaner, anything to increase Daddy’s approval.

Miyeon is unbothered and looks at Xiaoting. 

"Hmm, I see why you chose her Daddy. I’m sorry to hear she’s being disobedient. Maybe she’s not worthy of you. You can always have me come over and satisfy you, Daddy, you know that.”

“I know, Miyeon. You have always been eager and great at finding my needs. You deserve a great comeback with no distractions and extra tasks, so don’t sweat it. Now, do you know what I should do to make her really understand and accept her role? She seems to do what I tell her, but doesn’t like it.”

“Well, she seems to enjoy licking and sucking your floor clean. Look at her tongue lapping it up like a dog and her lips, sucking on it like it’s your cock. What even is that? Girl juice?”

“Nah, it’s Monday's—fuck—saliva, mixed with rests of my cum. That’s the only reason why she is so eager, I assume.”

“Hmm,” Miyeon ponders and taps her chin, “Show me Monday again. Does she look like she loves it?”

You point the camera back down and hear Xiaoting whimper in the background. Her dress gets stained by the rest of the saliva as she gives up on drinking it all.

“Look at her!” you say proudly, caressing Monday’s hair, “She is a great pet. Was hesitant to take it in the ass, but today I pumped it full and she is keeping it clenched.”

“Aww, and she looks so genuine! Daddy, you made another super star. Her feisty eyes look amazing like this. You better fill her cute mouth~”

“Shut up!” you laugh. Only idols that have proven themselves are allowed such banter, and Miyeon has definitely earned this right in the past. Her full-nelson truly is next level.

While still joking around with Miyeon, you give Monday no warning and suddenly blast your second load into her throat.

“Daddy!” Miyeon laughs over the phone and then pouts, “You’re making me wet. I’m getting jealous!" 

Miyeon then directs her attention to Xiaoting. 

"I’m one of your role models? Then you should behave for Daddy. Do you have any idea how many other girls he could fuck? All I see is a spoiled brat who is wasting my Daddy’s time.”

“Sun-sunbaenim, I—”

“Shh. Look! He is filling his other slut again and you still fight it. I thought you wanted his glorious cum.”

“I-I really want it!”

“Then act like it!”

Miyeon then turns her voice back towards you. 

“I hope I helped, Daddy. I know some of the Rookies can be a pain, but they learn eventually. I have to go but I’ll be thinking of you tonight and I’ll be sure to send you some photos. Come fuck me soon, okay? I got a pedicure and my nails are white.”

“Ugh, you are so needy! Just find a fanboy or use Yuqi. I heard she is good with a strap.”

Miyeon just giggles. Before waving you goodbye, she lowers her phone and lifts up her top. Beneath it, she wears a bra, but it is so thin and skimpy, her nipples poke through and leave little to the imagination.

“Love you, Daddy~”

Then the call ends. You groan, somewhat annoyed at Miyeon being overtly teasing, but Monday doing her final, gentle clean-up of your cock, makes you smile. She looks very, very much exhausted. You tap her temple and point at the large, red designer couch.

“You can take a rest over there. Blankets are in the box behind it, if you’re cold. Don’t want you to catch a cold. You’ve been naked the whole time.”

“You’re too kind, Daddy,” Monday says with a hoarse voice. The thorough usage of her throat made her incapable of speaking longer sentences so she just waddles away slowly.

“You, however, are still in your skimpy dress, with the same attitude, same shackles, same posture. There is no cock in you, no pleasure, no cum. Do you understand why? Do you finally realize that resisting me is futile? That your little rebellion of neediness was absolutely stupid?”

Xiaoting lowers her head in shame. 

“You think you’re the only one brat? I have whores far better than anyone in your generation! Do you think that Jessica Jung got as far as she did in SNSD by herself? Or Kwon Yuri? You think IU moved beyond being dirt poor with just her talent? And do you think I haven’t tamed my share of disobedient, pretentious dumb sluts? Doyeon, Somi, Yena—I’ve tamed countless brats. You are so out of your depth, Xiaoting. Don’t you ever fucking forget your place.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Let’s make something clear: What are you?” you shout with harshness, putting even drill sergeants to shame.

“I-I, uh—”

You create a makeshift ponytail out of her messy hair and yank her head up. She is red all over. A picture of shame.

“What the fuck are you?”

“I’m a good girl! A good girl who needs a Daddy!”

“Wrong!”

A slap across Xiaoting’s cheek. A new kind of redness makes its painful imprint on her slutty face.

“I'm—I’m a slut! A whore, desperate for Daddy’s milk—”

“Wrong again, you dumb bimbo!”

This time, your hatred for her stupid dress gets the better of you. You tear it apart and free Xiaoting’s impressive melons with their stiff nipples. They swing at the release and they swing more when you smack them once from side to side. Xiaoting leans back and cries. The lower part of her dress is drenched in Monday’s saliva and her own pussy juice.

“I’m a toy! I’m nothing, no idol, no girl, no human—just a toy, and Daddy owns me!”

“And what do toys do?”

“They don’t resist and get used.”

“And when I’m bored?”

“You throw it away.”

Xiaoting sobs. She looks inconsolable. You successfully put a new understanding, and along with it, a new fear into her brain. This is what she signed up for. This is her life now.

Your hold of her hair becomes lighter until you caress it slowly, then you reach over and kiss her neck gently. 

“You can leave right now with zero consequences, Xiaoting. If this isn’t for you, it isn’t for you. You can leave right now and I won’t think ill of you, your career will keep on going just fine. Make a choice.”

“I’m a toy, I must be useful.”

“Do you only do this, because you think you have to repay me, because I gave you this opportunity?” you ask, going further down and kissing her collarbone.

“N-no. It’s because I love your, your cock, Daddy.”

“You want to be a toy for my cock? Is it that good?”

“Yes,” she says in a tiny voice, still whimpering and gasping for air through her tears.

“Well, now you know how this works. It’s like the rules to a game, and everyone can win something. Every idol that has accepted to play this game has won something. Of course there is a main price—”

You suck at Xiaoting’s nipple and make her moan through the whines and tears that stain her beautiful tears.

“—but that doesn’t matter right now. If you agree, you will start from the bottom, kneeling, begging, like you do right now. It will be tough and this won’t be your only punishment, but you can definitely achieve glorious goals.”

“I want this, D-Daddy. Please, let me be your toy.”

“Very well then.”

You continue to suck at her tits, rolling your tongue around her nipple and latching yourself to them. 

Xiaoting can only moan as she was finally receiving just a bit of your touch, your pleasure. She didn’t deserve it, but she would enjoy it while it lasted.

Once you had your taste of her tits, you were going to put her to work. 

“Xiao, give Daddy a titty fuck. This shall be a part of your test.”

“Of course, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

You loosen the restraints around her wrists and she wiggles them off of her arms. All her struggles have left them slightly scared with bruises and cuts. She has indeed shown some determination after all.

Xiaoting puts her hands to work, not daring to touch your manhood with it, but only her breasts. She wraps the soft pillows around your base and starts to press down. It’s secure in the pocket her tits form and you groan in approval.

With a tiny boost of confidence, Xiaoting starts to jerk her tits up and down to create friction, but with the lack of lubrication, it does not go smoothly. Xiaoting things for a second to not immediately put herself into a disfavorable position. She asks with a soft, submissive voice:

“Daddy, is this toy allowed to drool onto her tits?”

“Hm, Daddy will help his dumb toy. Open up.”

As soon as Xiaoting opens her mouth, you stick two fingers inside and force them deep into her. Her consequent gags produce a lot of drool quickly and she can finally imagine how your cock would feel in her throat.

You go rougher, fucking her throat with your fingers until Xiaoting closes her eyes and takes your dominant attack. She leaks all over her breasts and your cock and when you pull out, she giggles in between chokes.

“Thank you, Daddy. You are so kind.”

She begins jerking at a fast pace. You hiss as your cock is still sensitive, but Xiaoting’s eagerness is nothing you want to stop. She enjoys finally being useful and looks at you with doey, lovey orbs that you have seen in other bratty idols. 

Jessica. Rose. Yena. Almost nostalgic how you had to tame them. If Xiaoting can ever reach their level? It’s up to her. If her thighs are equally good, she can definitely make an argument to be a great toy.

Xiaoting starts to use her entire upper body to stimulate you. She almost jumps up in place and takes deep breaths to puff up her chest. It’s a valiant effort that certainly has its effect on you.

“Damn, toy, you’ve got talent. Close your lips and look at me.”

Xiaoting looks up at you and jerks out your orgasm. It creams at her melons and partially shoots across her face to cover it in streaks of white. You pull out from her softness and smear the cum on her tits all over them. She giggles but you press a finger on her luscious lips to keep them shut. Something in her expression is disappointment, but she longs for nothing but your approval. 

“Monday? Come over here, good girl, and clean my toy up! It’s covered in your favorite glaze.

Monday, ready as always when her Daddy calls, jogs over and kneels next to Xiaoting. She starts to lick up all the cum from Xiaoting’s tits like an greedy animal, before going up to her features. Careful licks, and nothing remains. It’s all for Monday, she doesn’t share and swallows it immediately. Xiaoting accepts it wordlessly.

In the meantime, you sit down on your soft, large chair and triumphantly look at your two sluts. At Monday’s fat ass and her irresistible figure. At Xiaotings fat thighs and her irresistible face. God, they were an incredible catch.

"Monday, get on Daddy’s lap. I’ll fill up your pussy now.

"Oh, and Xiaoting! Come here and kneel before me. You may watch.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” they say in unison.

On her bottom

Male Reader x Cho Miyeon (ft. Monday, Xiaoting)

(A/N: Read “On her knees” first for extra context. It’s in the same universe, same OC. Part 2/2 will be released a couple days later!)

“Daddy, oh my God, I’m so close.”

Monday is insatiable. Even if you could somehow shove your cock into her for 24 hours straight each day of the year it wouldn’t be enough for her needy pussy. It doesn’t concern you, but whenever you tend to her needs, it’s annoying and exhausting. Not her pussy, not her ass, but her attitude mixed with her subbyness—you just can’t help but fuck her.

Today, her face is buried into one of your couches while you fuck her doggystyle into it. Her wet hole clenches on nothing and squirts cum everywhere. She knows a group comeback is coming up (fucking finally) and is ready to take your last load deep into her defiled ass. With a final groan, you plunge it into her.

“F-fuck, Daddy! Thank you, Daddy, I love you!”

Monday tenses up one final time before you pull out. Her entire body suddenly relaxes and in seconds, she is soundly asleep. You roll your eyes and stretch your arms. You deserve some rest as well, but if you stay here any longer, she might wake up again and demand your cock with her subby eyes and killer body. You gotta get out of here—

Something unexpected: your phone rings. You hastily grab it to not wake up Monday (though nothing could wake her up from the new, sex-induced dreamland) and take the call. With no time to check who actually called, the voice surprises you.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Daddy~ Are you free for meeeee?”

“Miyeon? Why are you call—oh no, don’t tell me.”

“What? Doesn’t Daddy want me to treat him well~? I know you must be stressed from all these greedy rookies and young sluts, ugh!”

You take a deep sigh of relief. Miyeon has hit the nail on the head and her offer sounds very much irresistible. Whatever she will do to ‘treat you well’, it’s probably better than a desperate demand for a hard fucking which your hips and legs just can’t take anymore.

“You are fucking right. They are greedy. But not as greedy as you. Calling me on my private phone to ask for me, ts, who do you think you are?” you joke and collect the designer clothes spread around your main living (and fucking) room.

“Oh? They still walk to your house to beg for cock? Do you still live in the 19th century, or what?” Miyeon jokes as well, but she knows very well why the new whores don’t get to call you. They need to know their place and that their desires are last in line when it comes to relevance. 

“You have earned that right to call me. So: where do we meet, bitch?”

“I’ll send you the address and some pictures, Daddy. See ya~”

The second the call ends, you put on a plain, gray hoodie as well as sunglasses. You might not be an idol, but people might still recognize your face wherever you go. These short-term meet-ups should at least be enjoyed with some form of caution.

As you’re about to leave your house, someone knocks at the front door. An annoyed looking idol, frustrated from dance practice, needy for stress relief and ready to do whatever it takes to get your cock. In the past, different names would pop up in your head. There was Jennie who did the same or Sana, but today it’s no other than Xiaoting.

“Oh. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Daddy! P-please! Use my tight little holes, fill me with cum and—”

“Stop screaming your dumb whore!” you hiss and cover her mouth. The intimidated girl notices her mistake and begs for mercy through her glistening eyes. You look at her slutty attire, pencil skirt, thigh-highs, ripped shirt, hot glasses—but she made a mistake and unfortunately, you have no time for her.

“Why are you not on your knees? For sluts like you I have no time. I have business to attend to.”

“B-but I will take your cock good, Daddy! My ass—”

You slap across her face and she drops to her knees with a disappointed whine.

“Crawl into the house. Kneel next to the door like an obedient dog and wait. I’ll decide later if I have time for you, bitch!”

She nods quietly and crawls through the door and into the entrance hall. Her skirt is so short, you can see a diamond plug protrude from in between her firm ass cheeks. She almost got you there, but Miyeon is more important, your rest is more important then some cock-hungry rookie. You dart off immediately.

After this incident with one of your new pets, it gave you all the more reason to high tail to Miyeon’s, to see someone who understood, no, was devoted to your pleasure and every word. Insolence could be fun to break, but it required energy. Miyeon was generous, she knew her function, her only purpose was to serve you. That’s what you need right now. A good girl. And Miyeon was as good as they come, and she was very good at that too.

“Hello, Daddy~ come on in.”

Before you even have the chance to fully open the door, Miyeon eyes you through its glass elements and pulls you in. The house looks very odd. The pictures left you with a lot of doubt, but now you are sure: this can’t possibly be Miyeon’s home. Where are you?

“Miyeon, what is this place? It looks like a cliche haunted house?”

The blonde doesn’t listen and instead firmly grabs the crotch of your jeans while pressing her cheek onto your chest. She was always close, always clingy, and she loved hearing your heartbeat increase as she did her best to get you hard.

“Ah, fuck. Stop being so needy and answer my question first!”

“Daddy, let me take care of you, let me serve you, let me be your whore. I-I haven’t been touched by anyone, Daddy. I keep myself pure just for you like you taught us…" 

"Miyeon. Daddy asked you a question. Answer it,” you say briskly. You were not in the mood for games. You came here to her for the exact intention not to play games. You only accepted flesh and holes and absolute loyalty.

“We filmed something here and I really liked the place. It’s cozy, old and—I couldn’t help myself imagining pleasuring you, Daddy.”

You grab Miyeon’s ass and press her closer into you. She yelps when your growing erection pokes her exposed midriff. No matter how high or hot her heels are, she’ll always be shorter than you. Shorter, but the perfect size for a fleshlight. 

“Your blond hair looks nice,” you say, stroking it softly.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Your digits stop the strokes and start to tightly grab. Miyeon yelps again when you pull her head backwards and bestow her neck with your lips. A couple of heavy sucks by you and feral moans by Miyeon later, and a large hickey clearly marks her as yours again. Not that she wasn’t before, but now everyone can see: this bitch is owned by someone. Miyeon’s eyes sparkle in happiness at the branding.

“Daddy doesn’t want to stand all the time. Show me where I can rest.”

“Yes! Of course, Daddy! I’ve prepared everything to serve you. I-you won’t have to call on anyone else tonight.." 

You see how your influence still lingers on them. No matter what they achieved, the only thing that mattered was your happiness, your approval. You had hundreds of girls at your beck and call and to make such a bold claim that a single person would be enough for you, Miyeon sure felt confident.

"Hm, we’ll see about that.”

Miyeon guides you through the tight corridors of the old-looking house. You’re unsure if the house really is old or if it is just meant to look that way for the music video. You are not unsure however if Miyeon is wet or not. As you walk, she still presses her ass backwards against your cock and expertly wiggles it to send tiny shots of stimulation up your spine. She really tries to be your guide and your cock tease at the same time. A dedicated slut is always welcome.

“Here it is. Everything for my Daddy!”

Miyeon’s room was pretty and cozy, romantic even. It makes you become highly attentive. She wanted emotional attachment from you, something that always had to be earned. No one knows how, so some of them never try, but those that do always have a different way to get to your ‘soft side’.

You take one glance at what she prepared but it’s just nothing to you.

“Get to it, Miyeon. Why would I care about decor?”

“Th-then lay down, Daddy. I’ll do my best. Don’t wo-worry about a thing.”

With the hope of Miyeon finally getting to the point, you lay down on the beautifully prepared bed. It too looked old and its creaking sounds ancient, but the mattress was insanely comfortable. Your high-end, super expensive mattress at home couldn’t compare. You back has never felt something this incredible before—except of course for all the amazing tits of some of your favorite whores, but those are out of competition.

Miyeon eagerly pulls down your zippers and continues with your jeans and boxers. Your semi-hard cock springs free and she marvels at it. Miyeon was always one to worship your cock intently, and her hot gaze resting on your manhood made you feel powerful. You knew each second she was allowed to see it, feel it, choke on it made her feel alive. She once was a top class worshiper.

“Oh my God, it’s so beautiful. Daddy, I waited so long for this.”

With nothing in her way, she crawls in between your legs towards it. Her ass is high up, her face is right beneath it. Miyeon’s lips reach for it, but as always, she gazes up at you and awaits your approval. If it’s clothed she makes sure to tease it, but now, she is submissive for it.

“Pleasure me, slut. Do what you’re supposed to do.”

Miyeon starts with a string of spit dripping from her mouth. She lets it coat your cock before jerking you off with her hand and finally elongating her tongue to swirl around your tip. With her other hand, she massages your balls. This was her favorite thing in the whole world. Your perfect cock.

“The things I would do for my Daddy’s cock,” Miyeon whispers and kisses up your shaft and then your tip, “I don’t need to sing, when I can just choke on it everyday.”

You are aroused, but unimpressed. Only when she commits and actually rams you in between her lush lips and down her throat, your eyes widen for a moment. Miyeon begins to gag and choke violently, but every sound she produces forces her to go deeper down on it. You groan when your tip reaches the back of her throat, but to your dismay, Miyeon lets herself breathe by releasing you.

“I don’t need to be on stage, when I can just be on my knees all day and drool all over you.”

You say nothing to her as you begin to reach for your phone. You were not impressed. She should have kept going, choking and gagging as your cock slammed the back of her throat, but instead of doing that, she spent more time telling you of the things she would do instead of just doing them. When did she get so chatty? Too comfortable. You realized your own error, you had been too lenient allowing her to speak, allowing her to call you freely and ask for your time. It was a privilege she didn’t deserve to keep.

When she starts to deepthroat herself again, you strike. Her blonde locks are beautiful handles to pin her down on. This time, her gags are not a mere tease, they stimulate you. Drool isn’t a mere word she dropped, drool is now really dropping, running out of her stuffed mouth and all over your balls. You intend to make her understand that this dedication to suffocation is the only way you’ll be pleased with her. No words of commitment; actual commitment.

You pull up and slam her head down again. The time she had to breathe was miniscule. Tears stream down her face just like the drool she mentioned before. Miyeon tries to look through them and up to you, but she finds something way more vicious when you say demonically:

“If you don’t make me cum in the next two minutes, I’ll call your replacement.”

This makes Miyeon jump. She frees herself from your hold, not because she could, but because you let her. She pulls down her pink and white skirt immediately and reveals juice covered lace panties in black. She also opens up her high heels to free her delicious looking feet from this stylish, yet useless prison. 

Miyeon becomes bold, pulling up your hoodie and sitting down on your abs. You’d question her method and put her in her place, but when you feel her soft feet with white polish around your cock, you let it slide. After all, she doesn’t say unnecessary words to get your attention anymore; instead she grinds on your abs and jerks your cock with her smooth soles.

“Make me cum with those feet whore. They are your saving grace right now. If you don’t give me the greatest fucking footjob right now, you won’t have the privilege to call me again. Maybe I’ll call Yuqi, or…" 

What made you a god to these whores was how you remembered every detail about them, what their desires were, what their vulnerabilities were. Miyeon was a hair away from debuting with Blackpink. It was always an insecurity of hers. 

"I’ll call Rosie or Jisoo. They give footjobs worthy of Daddy.”

Miyeon strokes faster, with more ingenuity. She rolls her soles softly up and down your dick, with no certain intervals. The skill and texture of her feet is all she has left to redeem herself now and you intend on humbling even this remarkable ability of hers by reaching for your phone and not even looking at her or her work as she tries her best.

You scroll through your enormous contact list and check the clock in the meantime. One more minute. One minute and after that, Miyeon’s self-worth will be ruined. All those fans out there couldn’t cheer her up, no matter how hard they tried. Her reputation is decided by one person alone: you. If she could find a way to be put into place while still making you cum, it would be her last chance.

“Fuck! Ah!”

Miyeon screeches in pain. A noisy spank, then another and another, and Miyeon repeatedly cries out. Her body shudders after each spank and she caught your attention. You look down at her body from behind. Her footjob hasn’t changed, it’s still good, but not enough. It has also not made her worthy of your seed. What has changed however, is what happens in between her thighs. Miyeon has begun to slap her wet, covered labia over and over again. She doesn’t hold back either, striking with all her power and crying real tears.

“Whore! The visual Miyeon, an absolute painslut. Spread your legs more!”

You begin to strike as well. Your first hit is as strong as her last, though it’s only the beginning. You follow it up with a dozen more strikes, rapidly released, and Miyeon convulses in pain and pleasure. She leans further back into you and makes her feet squeeze your cock tightly.

“I’m so-sorry, Daddy! I-this bitch has f-failed. I need-d to be punished.”

“Do you even fucking deserve a punishment? Why should I waste more energy? I came here to relax, to be served, to be pleasured. I thought I trained you better than this. It’s why you’re as free as you are, but maybe that was a mistake. I should have kept you longer to train you more. What a disappointment.”

“You—ah—you’re right, D-Daddy! I-I have failed, I have slipped, please b-bring me back!”

With a roaring, demonic sigh you pull aside the fabric separating Miyeon’s pussy from your fingers. Her eyes widen as you don’t hesitate to violently flick her clit. The line between pain and pleasure blurs for Miyeon as your hand almost blurs from the speed you go at her bundle of nerves. Miyeon’s feet tense up unwillingly, yet they still try to squeeze out your load in the nick of time, to no avail.

“I thought you were all ready to go off on your own, to be at Daddy’s beck and call but you aren’t better than the new sluts I’m training now! I am so disappointed in you Miyeon. Is this what you really wanted? To fucking fail so you’d be back in Daddy’s chambers? I hate weakness and incompetency.”

Your anger makes you go even harder, to the point where Miyeon is speechless. Speechless because all her sensitive nerves above her pussy are in your grasp. She is unable to escape this grasp. It was her choice to be loyal to you, and for the couple of years she was, she never failed this badly. Tears not only streak down her gorgeous, flushed cheeks, they burst out of her eyes like fountains of despair. Her arms are mostly numb, only twitching from time to time under your violence. Her tongue is also numb, but through her cries, wails and moans, you still pick up her fragmented sentence:

“Please—Daddy, d-don't—fuck,ah—touch me. I d-don’t deserve you! I do–I’m cumming!”

Your eyes were livid. 

“You fucking bitch, you don’t know shit! You have no clue how to be useful at all, do you? I don’t care if your group makes all the successful albums in the world or if you go on tours. No matter what you fucking accomplish, you’re just another whore for Daddy. You have no say in any matter. You don’t fucking decide if I touch you or not, how fucking dare you!”

Miyeon’s mouth produces nothing but gasps and screams as her orgasm controls every inch of her body. She gushes copious amounts of warm girl juice onto your abs and crotch and it drips onto the sheets. A final slap on her cunt, then even her loudest noises subside and only whimpers and snot remains. The beautiful Miyeon looks like an absolute mess. Most of her make-up is already off of her face.

You remove her limb legs from your spent cock. It had been squeezed too tightly in the gap of her feet. She was supposed to service it, not play with it like a dildo. Her joy is a non-factore, especially in the matter of how you use her. You grab Miyeon’s calves and fold her in half, a sort of full nelson position.

“Hold your legs steady like this, bitch!” you order coldly, “Stay like this and look at me.”

You climb out from underneath her and watch her squirm when a phone camera hovers before her. A couple of flashes later and Miyeon truly understands how much power you have. Depending on who sees these pictures, her career might be fucked, her reputation ruined, her dignity annihilated. She begins to cry again, but you quickly hush her.

“Shut the fuck up. I’m gonna send them to a better bitch, a loyal whore, who will use her holes to service me properly. You think these photos could end you? No. I can already do it without these. Do you forget who I am? Who tamed and made so many like you? Saddest thing is, I didn’t even get to fucking cum. What a waste of my time this was. Once you get your shit together, I expect to see you back in my chambers for re-education. Are we clear?”

On her bottom 2

Male Reader x Nakamura Kazuha (ft. Miyeon)

Length: 3972 words

Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies, enough said.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing

(A/N: HERE IS PART ONE, hope you enjoy this one as well!)

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

You nod unceremoniously and swipe on your phone. A tiny smile pops up on your face for just a moment reading one of the many names. You quickly type out a message and send a pic of Miyeon along with it. It might take a bit until this new person arrives, but you know she will be worth the wait.

“Do you have any food in this place?” you sigh disappointed at Miyeon, “Make yourself useful at least and bring me something. Maybe that can pleasure me unlike you.”

A swat at Miyeon’s thigh signals to her that she is allowed to move. She is eager to get up, but her still sensitive, twitching pussy reminds her of what you did to her moments ago. Like a wounded soldier, you see her limp away, shame all over her face. She doesn’t dare to look at you and only starts wailing when she is out of the room.

In the meantime, you switch from one app to the next and respond to work emails and other messages. Mostly boring proposals, requests, questions, stuff you will have to deal with later. Only a couple catch your eyes. Maybe they are spam, but if they are for real, you might have new idols that will suddenly be a lot more popular in this nation, probably even worldwide. While they smile in commercials at every highway, they are on their knees in your flat sucking your cock like a good girl.

Miyeon stretches out a silver tray with a variety of grapes and delicate pieces of chocolate. Her arms might not shake, but her orbs sure do. She quickly stares down to avoid you, to not show her weakness to take this loss. You’re sure she would bawl her eyes right now if she knew who would surely knock on the door soon.

You calmly, without even looking up from your phone, ask Miyeon a question:

“Miyeon, should Daddy feel guilty if you’re crying? Are you upset with me?”

“N-no, please, Daddy. I will be better, I promise.”

Shallow knocks knock you out of your thoughts and the slander you wanted to throw at Miyeon becomes distant. Instead of spite, excitement fuels your veins.

“Come on in!”

It only took a few moments for an angel to step in front of your very eyes. Dressed in what you assume is her latest stage outfit, jeans and a white top that showed her perfectly sculpted body.

“Zuha, you arrived quickly. Come my angel!” you say as if casting a spell

“Daddy,” she cutely says and basically leaps towards you. Miyeon can only dodge in shock and the dread that looms above her head like thunderous clouds becomes almost visible. She might feel a heavy downpour soon, as she eyes the japanese girl sinking into your embrace.

“You are such an Angel, coming straight from your music show to this place,” you praise the young woman and pat her head. A rare smile forms on your face; not that you don’t smile, but this one is different. Miyeon surely has never seen it. A smile of… love?

“My angel, I’m sorry I missed your music show” you tell the giggling girl and sink with her onto the mattress. There is no slamming, no quickly getting to a fucking, just gentle loving. The ultimate shock for Miyeon however is the fact that you, Daddy, just apologized. It makes her jaw drop.

“I’m just so happy you called me, Daddy!”

Kazuha’s cheeks turn rosy, her smile is wide and bright. It makes you melt into another passionate exchange of saliva with her. Her exposed abs press into you tightly, then shifting slowly over your cock. She smells of sweat, hard-work and pure love. Your fingers entangle themselves with her brown locks and your eyes open just to look at Miyeon’s shocked expression.

“You’re still sweaty, baby girl,” you whisper to Kazuha, “you really did just arrive after your stage didn’t you? You’re usually so clean and pure like a seraphim fitting of your group, but you’re dirty today for Daddy, aren’t you?”

“I couldn’t let you wait, Daddy,” she says with an adorable smirk. Her expression however shifts when she wraps her arms around your nape, comes very close to your face and also whispers:

“I can be the purest angel you have ever seen. I can also be—”

Instead of finishing her sentence, she steps back and tears down her pale blue jeans sticking to her sweaty legs. The front of her panties are soaked in her juice; its strong, mind-altering odor, one of the greatest smells to ever hit your nose, starts to fill the room and you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

You leap and pull away at her panties, diving straight into her pussy with a powerful, needy lick. You inhale. There was no chance you would leave her folds anytime soon. You needed her aroma, her essence, to taste the very heavens.

An outsider might have assumed that your craving to be pleased was suddenly gone, but they would be mistaken. Basking in the gorgeous labia of one of your greatest creations—Kazuha, the perfect angel—is a greater pleasure than anything Miyeon could have offered today. Hearing Kazuha squeak and whine in her adorable voice it’s like frosting on a glorious cake. Your angel adds cherries on top when she slowly removes her top with shaky hands to reveal her cute chest jiggling.

“Daddy should spend more time with you, Zuha, I want you to be by my side for a while. Stay with Daddy and serve me in the Master room.”

You owned numerous houses and had an abundance of bedrooms in each home, but the designated Master room was exclusive, special. Only those of your absolute favorites ever saw the inside of that room. There were rumors that the Master room was where more intimate words were exchanged rather than just beastly lust. Whispers even that the Master room was a sign of being a chosen life partner and even mother to Daddy’s future children.

"H-how?” Miyeon stutters in disbelief as she watches the scene unfold before her.. Although she should fear your reaction to her disobedience, she can’t help but be drawn to this fascinating play. It pulls her in like a magnet, like you and Kazuha create the strongest form of gravity with your love making.

“Oh, Daddy, I’d love to spend all the time in the world in your Master room,” Kazuha says with her cute giggle and rosy blush on angelic cheeks, “but I’m sure there is a different reason why I’m here. Would you please tell me why or… what you want me to do~?

You then turn to Miyeon and Kazuha notices her for the first time. It was well understood that your girls don’t interact until you give them the okay. You shake your head at the sight of the blonde in disbelief, whose mouth is agape like her brain has stopped functioning.

"You’re here because someone has left Daddy disappointed.”

“Oh. Daddy, it’s okay,” Kazuha soothes you, as if she’d just heard of the most heartbreaking tragedy in the world, “I’ll make you feel all better. Anything you wish, any dream of yours, I’m at your service. You can even bree—”

“What?” Miyeon loses it, “How dare you ask Daddy to breed you!”

A cold dark silence then falls into the room that even endangers the light of Kazuha. You give Miyeon a deadly stare. Daggers of ice pierce her weary, distraught eyes. She had interrupted your angel. She had interrupted what she could rightfully ask for. You had told Kazuha awhile back that she was worthy of breeding. She was trying to comfort you in that moment and Miyeon just ruined it too. She had proven herself worthless and dared to speak out of turn. An unforgivable insult.

“That’s enough.”

Miyeon freezes on the spot. She probably thought she heard you in every imaginable tone before. You had sounded compassionless, angry, hateful, but it had never sounded as menacingly, downright evil as this. Your hands turn to fists that squeeze so tightly, your knuckles might pop out any second. Your knees buckle, but you are not unstable—the ground is. Your anger could cause an earthquake and Miyeon starts to stumble.

“No, Daddy! Please, look at me.”

You turn and see Kazuha cool, strong and with a look of concerned sadness on her face. Kazuha holds your hands and gives you a soft empathetic look. Her eyes flutter gently and she presses the palm of her hand on your chest as if to press a button.

“It’s okay Daddy. I’m here. Just focus on me. I’m here to make you happy. To make all your disappointment go away. If you want to take your anger out on something, use my body.”

No. You couldn’t bring yourself to do that. Not punitive and full of rage, not to her. Rough fucking, yes. But punishment, pure white hot anger? Never to Kazuha. She has gone beyond that in your mind after you met her for the first time.

You take a deep breath as Kazuha strokes your hair gently and just continues to look at you softly as if slowly absorbing the emotion and making it disappear. Kazuha leaves a quick, soft kiss on your lips, the kind of kiss that heals all wounds but makes you want more, more, more—everything.

“Zuha…”

It’s remarkable how she takes your breath away, how she makes you lose control. The two of you sink into the soft cushions of the old bed. The middle of this room, intentionally old looking, formerly filled with the bad thoughts and disappointment for Miyeon evaporates. You only feel Kazuha’s lips on yours, her tongue at yours, her hands entwined in yours.

Kazuha creates one of your favorite melodies, a song that makes you feel like you’re in heaven, when you fold one of her legs gently with one hand, while the digits of your second play with her sex. She moans into your mouth. Her eyes become watery. She melts like ice cream in the hot summer, while she herself is hot, outside and inside.

“Fuck, Zuha. I’ll put it in now. I’ll put it in in the Master room as well, fuck, I want to put it in every day.”

“I can do it everyday, Daddy. Whatever you need from me. Always.” Kazuha uses her cute, soft fingers to slowly spread open her pussy, and needily, quietly moans, “Fuck me, Daddy. Make this angel feel your love. Corrupt me with your cock and turn me into your sinful slut, Daddy.”

“My angel.”

You groan as your crotch slams into hers. Her wet, incredibly tender folds make for an easy entry of your throbbing cock. The entire ordeal has cranked your senses up to eleven and so your mind begins to numb when your entire length is in Kazuha’s tight cavern and getting a slick, tight massage by a stunning, slightly whimpering beauty.

“Did I do it too fast?”

“No, Daddy, you just feel so good. I… I want you more, I want to be your fuckdoll angel.”

“I’m really exhausted though…”

Kazuha smiles shyly when you begin your first thrust at a snail’s pace. She moans under her breath and then whispers:

“You can also use a fuckdoll slowly. As long as you use it, it has a purpose. You’re my purpose, Daddy.”

This is different. Miyeon knows and you know that she knows. You don’t have to look at her to know her facial expression. Surely, she dreamed of something like this, but never would it have been realistic to her. It’s far away from using a toy, and much rather a—

"I love you Daddy,” Kazuha says, trying her best to get it straight out with love and honesty, while her insides get stimulated by your veiny girth.

“I love you too, Zuha.”

Kazuha is the first girl Miyeon has ever seen with you that gets slow, loving sex with no hints at edging or teasing or punishment. In her maybe hundreds of times of having seen or heard you fuck another girl or herself, nothing close to this has occurred.

Kazuha’s body is more drug than fuckdoll to you. You can’t keep your hands off of her smooth skin, be it her thighs, abs or collarbone. Especially the firmness of her perfectly shaped, perfectly sized, perfectly perfect ass leaves you wanting to touch it forever. Forever might be impossible, even to you, but for at least this session you fondle it over and over again. It makes the angel giggle.

“Daddy, you love my ass?”

“I do, Zuha. Fuck, you make me go crazy.”

Two more thrusts, a little faster this time, but not to fast. Just to make her feel how huge you are inside her pink hole. She mewls beside you ear when you nibble on her neck and get ready to place a love mark. Strong suction, the shape of your lips in reddish-purple while your hands dig into Kazuha’s ass like it’s sand hiding a treasure.

“I love how you touch it, Daddy. I want you to praise it more, shower it in your delicious cum, Daddy.”

“But I want to fill you up, Zuha, get you ready for breeding.”

You look into her orbs, mere inches away. They are scintillating like the night sky with hundreds of shooting stars. Added with her magenta, falsely innocent cheeks on a snow pale face and an unfairly adorable pout, she can make you say or do almost anything.

“Breed me only in your Master room, Daddy. Please, cover my ass today. I love you!”

This back and forth was unprecedented for Miyeon. She had never seen someone so gently push at what you wanted. Such an act was criminal, but you don’t mind at all with Kazuha. You wanted to breed her but she asked not to. This went against everything Miyeon was trained to believe. It wasn’t all a lie, however. Rather what plays out in front of her is something she has yet to achieve: Kazuha had Daddy’s love.

“It’s sad that I can’t see your face when I cum on your ass though,” you say playfully, rubbing your thumbs over her nipples while staying motionless inside her, buried to the hilt, balls touching her butt, “someone should get us a mirror.”

As if a ghost hits her face, Miyeon snaps out of her envy, her remorse. She quickly sneaks out of the room in search of one of those large mirrors they had stored somewhere during the shooting.

You sigh but smile at Kazuha as you just relish her touch. She made you forget about all the stupid girls, bratty bitches that never seemed to grasp how to satisfy your needs and go beyond that. Kazuha had it figured out in a couple of days. She makes you believe that she isn’t just a natural, but that she is your natural, yours alone—and with every thrust in her clenching cavern, you let her know how much you adore her. Her wish might not be your command, but you will fulfill it nonetheless.

“Zuha, we have a mirror,” you say, glancing at Miyeon who hides behind the large, framed object she carried in from outside the room, “Lay on your belly and watch me.”

“Thank you so much, Daddy.”

She gets in position, giggling in small when your huge cock leaves her pussy for a second. You get behind her but not before throwing Miyeon evidence you did have control of Zuha. You just chose not to use it. Until now.

“Zuha, beg for me. Where does my angel want Daddy’s cock?”

Kazuha looks through the mirror straight into your eyes. Her beautiful lips furrow to a pout, while both her hands travel to her hips and then to her ass where she kneads and fondles her flesh. With a needy, whiny mating call, she begs:

"Please, Daddy, please use me to your liking. I love it when you praise me with your hot, hard cock and glaze me with your sticky cream. Please, my Daddy!”

You had seen a few stage performances of her group. Chaewon, Sakura, Yunjin, they all sure loved to shake their asses. This time around, you will shake Kazuha’s too; just in your way, of course. You slowly put the tip near her puckered entrance, moving it in a circular motion, pressing lightly against the skin, flesh and ring. Your precum and her slick juices cover her more and more in glassy liquid.

“Pierce my ass, Daddy! Fill me up and use me as you please. I’ll shake it more than in any music video or live stage if you just—oh God!”

Enough teasing. With Kazuha pulling her cheeks apart and relaxing her anal cavity, you easily push inch after inch after inch of yourself into her. Her rear end was always tight and delicate, but if you want to cover her soon, you’d need to go harder than you usually do.

There was another difference between other girls and your angel. You let Kazuha know what was about to happen. Most of the time you would fuck as hard as you wanted without warning. Most of them were just toys to be used after all but not her.

“Baby, if you want Daddy’s cum, I’m going to have to get a bit rougher with you than usual, okay? You can turn your head to kiss Daddy anytime you want. I love you.”

You adjust slightly so her feet would be under your balls nestling them into place. She scrunched her toes a little so you’d feel her polish scratch against your sack. After many rounds with Monday today (and the rest of the week) you need all the stimulation to get a load out worthy of covering Kazuha’s huge bottom.

"You don’t have to be so kind,” she moans out in her most sexy voice yet, “this is my purpose after all.”

You take a deep breath. From the corner of your eyes you might have seen Miyeon peeking from behind the mirror, but she is not worth any ounce of your energy. As air leaves your lunges you begin your race for pleasure. You pull out and slam down into Kazuha, just once to see her reaction. When you see her face filled with pleasure and moans only subdued to her biting the sheets, you go again, faster, harder.

Not since she first began her rigorous ballet training did she feel something so rough on her, but just like her performances, it would lead to something of pure glory. After all, what greater glory and purpose was there than getting fucked by Daddy—in her ass no less. All her long hours of idol training, the workouts, the hardship. She didn’t stay in perfect shape for the company or for her fans, no, she kept herself in perfect condition for moments like this, for her Daddy.

You read it all from her eyes, the expression she shows when her teeth continue to dig into the white of the sheets, the mattress, until she can’t handle her own silence anymore:

“Daddy, I love you!”

You slow down and lean towards her raised head to kiss her intensely. She tries her best to get used to the roughness. After all, she hasn’t been here for long. Like a champ, she takes your pounding even through the distracting, difficult kiss. You cup her cheeks and guide her gaze towards the mirror.

“Look at Daddy, look at how happy you are making him. My angel is such a good girl for Daddy.”

“I-I’m your butt slut, Daddy.”

“You still want me to cum on your ass?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Then I need you to stay this perfectly tight just a little longer.”

“Yes, Daddy…hng!”

Kazuha as expected has near perfect control of her body. She tightens every muscle around your cock which drives you wild. You swear to yourself that you need to one day dedicate an entire weekend to mold her secret hole to the shape of your dick, while making her cute face look nothing but blissful.

“Baby, I’m going to go even harder. Fucking hell, I may just cum in your ass.”

Now it’s Kazuha’s turn to feel what it’s like to go to heaven. Her face is one of pure devotion and love for you, your power, your cock. Each of your piston-like pumps makes her melt and she looks so marvelously gorgeous. It would feel like betrayal cumming inside her and as you are not a slave to your urges, you make the last second effort to pull out.

Pull out of her tightness, her perfect hole after it’s first hard fucking. You immediately burst all over her peach, adding tons of cream to the creamy skin of her bottom. Watching her realize that you did it, fulfilled her wish and made her cum is the greatest pleasure.

You might not be a slave to your urges, but you are one to the physical laws of this world. This last nut was just too much. Your body collapses in happiness and exhaustion. The last thing you hear is Kazuha panting and cooing her gratitude for your load. Then, your eyes become unbearably heavy.

-

Kazuha lays by your side until she feels her stomach growl. She gets up to go to the kitchen, where Miyeon is cleaning up. Both are hesitant to say something, awkwardness fills the air just like the faint smell of old wooden planks. Finally, the older one musters up the courage to speak.

“Thank you by the way for, for saving me from possible p-punishment.”

The angel loses her sweet features for a moment and becomes stern.

“Save you? I did no such thing. I can’t stand to see Daddy upset and unsatisfied. My priority, my whole purpose is to make him happy. You somehow managed to fail at all of those tonight and you even had the audacity to bring him to some creaky old home and demand his time.”

“I-I am… uh, I’m sorry. I’ll t-try to be better,” Miyeon stutters, clearly caught off guard by the sudden coldness and looks down at her feet. She feels humiliated that someone so much younger with a lot less experience is at a point which she will probably never reach. All she can do is strive to be like her, to compete, to overtake—

Suddenly Kazuha grabs Miyeon’s chin and looks her dead in the eye. With a voice filled with pity, she says:

“You better do, because I won’t stop being the best for him.”

Miyeon was shocked by how fierce Kazuha had become. When she let’s go of the blonde’s face, it’s like Kazuha was able to imprint herself in Miyeon’s eyes forever.

“You know, he calls me his angel. It’s something you would never understand, never cherish. I’ll try everything to be this guardian angel. That means protecting him from bad things and disappointing people.”

Miyeon could swear she sees wings sprout from Kazuha. An archangel, sent by Daddy as if he was their god. She is an extension of his very will and being. Miyeon’s eyes almost pop out as she begins to realize how this game is truly played.

"I trained to be the best,” Kazuha continues, slowly stepping out of the room,” at the best schools abroad. In everything I did, I thought I reached the top but then I met Daddy. He showed me what it truly means to be the best. You should be ashamed of yourself. You weren’t ready to satisfy him in the way he deserves.

He deserves the best. You are nothing.”

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Eleven to One: Impossible Taming

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 3402 words

Tags: Daddy Kink, Brat, Brat Taming, Degredation, Ruining, feet fucking/licking/kink, face fucking, breeding kink, submission, teasing, dom!Reader, brat!Yujin

TW: Self-Edited, Breeding Kink, Degredation

Inspiration: heavy Yujin BFH by the following pics

(A/N: This one is the beginning of an entire Universe! Co-written and continuous collaboration with @sooyadelicacies! Check them out, leave a follow and get ready for more of this kind from his side, while I focus on something more story based.)

“Look at this here, Daddy.” Sent by Yujin.

A swipe and your phone is unlocked. Work has been going so well, and yet you still look at the picture your girlfriend Yujin sent to you. What could possibly go wrong?

“Hey, baby girl. Marie-Claire? Why didn’t you tell me you had a shoot for them?”

“Because I wanted to surprise my Daddy…” Sent by Yujin.

“Well, it’s a welcome surprise for sure. I’m at work baby girl, but now you have me all hot and bothered. I can’t focus, it’s annoying.”

“Wouldn’t you like these lips on something, Daddy? Isn’t work sooooo tiring?” Sent by Yujin.

“Don’t start with me baby girl. You know I work very hard to provide for your spoiled ass.”

“Thanks for your work, Daddy. How stupid of me to forget this. Maybe my dumb, spoiled ass needs a good spanking… don’t you wanna make it all red like my lips, daaadddyyy?” Sent by Yujin

You can basically feel her smirk from across town while typing that. Either she sits in your apartment and is bored watching TV or she is downtown after a photoshoot, buying boba. It doesn’t really matter, she is too distracting right now. 

“Ahn Yujin, stop being such a brat. I’m busy.”

“Daddy, look at what I put on today.” Sent by Yujin.

You take a deep breath before looking at the picture. This game your girlfriend likes to play is dangerous for your effectiveness during working hours, but also one hell of a turn on. Just like her in that expensive outfit.

“I don’t want you showing off your legs and feet like that in public, baby girl.”

“Uh, but I Iove how people stare. Especially the girls. Eunbi-unnie and Yuri-unnie touched them all the time. ‘Accidentally’. When I think about it, their touch was maybe better than yours…” Sent by Yujin. 

“Then why don’t you go and bother them instead of me. I’m at work.”

“Okay then. I’ll send you updates about their small hands on my thighs and feet, as they rub me off… then, I will kiss Eunbis lips, while Yuri licks everywhere– sry didn’t want to bother you.” Sent by Yujin. 

Calling Yujin’s bluff, you scoff. 

“Enjoy then.”

After half an hour, you have almost completely forgotten Yujin’s advances. Work continues to be smooth sailing, the first couple of boxes get checked off, when suddenly your phone vibrates again. Without thinking twice, you open your messenger; 

A 5 second voice message by Yujin:

”Unnie~ ahhh, right there! Lick my clit, my untrimmed hair, yes! Oh god, Yuri-unnie! My feet, stop! They are sooo sens—“

Your eyes wander down in disbelief and read what she send after the short, moan-filled message;

”Damn, do I really need you? My slutty unnies do everything for my slender, hot body…” Sent by Yujin.

Narrowing your eyes and feeling fury boil throughout your body, you call the rest of the day off and bolt out of your office, speeding home. Yujin’s moans ring in your ear like a tinnitus and the only way to heal it is by getting to her and putting an end to this game. 

At least the roads have mercy on you, as the traffic is no hindrance for you. With screeching tires, you hit the parking lot closest to your apartment and sprint like a maniac to your front door, almost pushing it out of it’s frame. 

Yujin sits on her bed, alone, moaning yet another fake recording into her phone, before she sees you and smirks in the most smug way her face can express. Her dumbfounded words that follow make your blood boil:

“Hey, daddy~ Seems like the unnies already left. I’m satisfied and all, so you are too la—”

Surprised she’d continue the lie, your anger overwhelms you. You rush at her, then grab her wrist and slam her down on the bed. 

“You want to lie and play games with Daddy? I’m going to fucking punish you for being a spoiled little brat. Making me miss work, being a whore in public with that expensive outfit. I don’t want another word from you Ahn Yujin, you got that?”

Yujin’s eyes grow wide in excitement. Her beautiful hands move to cover her bright red lips as she gently nods. That was enough brattiness from her, time to fuck it out of her.

"Take those fucking slippers off baby girl. You don’t show off your feet and legs like that in public. They belong to me. You know that.”

Under your burning eyes, she carefully removes her shoes. Full of arousal, her gaze wanders to you. This unrelenting character always turns her on. A sudden gasp escapes her lips as she 'accidentally’ drags a finger up her thighs and over her covered crotch.

“No. Did you not hear me? I fucking own you baby girl. Your pleasure comes second. Now lie on your stomach and raise your feet up. Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to fuck your feet, your lips, your pussy, and much more. The only noises I want to hear from you are slutty screams!”

Yujin couldn’t move quicker. Just a spin and she is in the position you ordered her to. Her feet might wiggle tauntingly, but her face is flushed with excitement at the punishment you have in store for her. She knows she took things very far… and it makes her needy, hairy core drip.

You instantly dive your face into her feet, smelling them, feeling the softness on your face. You take her toes in your mouth wasting no time, getting them wet and licking across and in between them.

A moment of silence.

"Baby girl, why don’t you have any polish?”

"The company and stylists are in charge of my looks for shoots and promotions. Daddy.”

“I don’t fucking care. You will wear white or black polish. You know those are my favorite. I’ll even pay for them if you’re a good girl in the future. I don’t fucking care what your company or stylists want, you should only care about what Daddy wants." 

You pepper kisses on her soles, suck her toes and shove as much of her feet in your mouth as possible like a hungry baby.

Yujin puts two fingers into her mouth to muffle her moans. She would gladly object and tell you that she does not want to lose her job, but as her face melts under your tongue, so does her resolve.

Only for Daddy. These feet are only for her Daddy, and how the sucks on them makes her aroused to the point that any company rule or policy does not matter.

The need to free your solid cock makes you fish it out and you immediately start to smear precum on her toes and soles. Then, you slap the twitching rod all over her feet, making her gasp at the impressive size and hardness.

Moving her feet so her toes touch the bottom of your balls you exclaim.

"Do you feel how full my balls are, baby girl? So much load because you’re a fucking brat. You want my cum on your feet? In your mouth? On your face? In your holes?”

“D-Daddy,” Yujin moans out, trying to free her heated body out of the expensive dress–a touch challenge in this position. 

Her desperate eyes look back at you, then she whines: “Fuck my feet, because you love them so much! Fuck my face, because I’m such a bratty bitch! Cum in my a-ass… b-because I’m so spoiled i-it should s-spill…”

“Oh? Why don’t you just get your IZONE members to please you? And don’t you dare fucking try and get out of that dress, I’m going to rip it off of you." 

Momentarily alarmed, Yujin doesn’t want the expensive outfit ripped. 

"Wait Daddy, the dress belongs to the company and…”

“Then how about I paint it, huh?" 

Your shout of annoyance reaches Yujin, but she has no time to respond. Swiftly, you align your cock and start fucking her saliva covered feet. Their perfect softness and incredible texture turn the heat of anger in you to arousal. 

Yujin should gasp or be shocked, but she just moans in ecstasy. The expensive dress, oh, it’s so expensive. Everyone would be so mad, if you tore it or came on it.

Just the thought of getting exposed like this gets her high on pleasure, her tongues starting to fall out in between her beautiful lips. Barely, Yujin can get out a plea: 

"P-Please, n-no! D-Daddy, please, d-don’t cum on it! Cum i-in me, your b-baby girl.”

“Baby girl. I’m going to fucking cum on your feet, your mouth, your face, your holes. I’m going to fucking cum on your dress and rip it. You know why? Because then everyone will see who truly owns you. Not your former members, not your company, but me and me only. Daddy’s naughty, bratty, breeding bitch of a baby girl.”

“N-No! I-I can’t let that h-happen!" 

A smug grin forms on your face. Yujin’s feet feel great, and with her constant, dishonest cries, you have added motivation to completely ruin her. 

Suddenly, however, Yujin spins around, replacing her soles around your cock, with her puckered lips. Her arms wrap around your thighs, securing you tightly in her wet mouth. 

"What the fuck?! You dumb, bratty bitch still oppose me?! Fine then! I have plenty for your dress left, might as well fuck the brattyness out of your face!" 

And so you do: two hands bunch up her neatly made hair, turning it into a complete mess, while you force your entire cock down her throat. Your eyes lock with hers and her gags are louder than any screams she could throw at you.

Yujin obviously struggles with the huge blockade in her mouth, gagging is now inevitable. The fury in your veins makes your grip tighter and your fucking of her throat rougher. Yujin starts to drool. The droplets soon run down in streams. 

What makes you feel even more excited is seeing the drool start to mix with tears and mascara, a shame that such a gorgeous face is ruined by her own brattiness. 

And it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down her chin—and almost onto dress.

Shoving your cock just a bit further in her mouth, the drool stops to land on the luxurious fabric. All her fight and cleverness seems to have been for nothing, but she maybe didn’t even notice it.

"You know what I like, baby girl? You’re always so expressive on stage, I’ve lost count of the ‘fuck me’ eyes you give during your performances, but now look at you. Tears and mascara, glassy eyes, a mighty cock plugging your slutty mouth; all because you’re such a fucking brat.”

Yujin probably has a feisty response up her sleeve. She always does. But at the mercy of the cock she is choking on, every word is literally stuck in her throat. 

All to hear is gag, gag and gag. Although you have full control of the pace you fuck her lipstick onto the base of your massive length, she still gives her best sucking, blowing and licking her Daddy’s rod. 

“Oh, damn! You try to get me off, huh? Give me those fuck me eyes! Cmon! I bet they are just—" 

—glistening orbs. But even those are good enough to make you burst out of nowhere. A massive load lands in spurts: down her throat, in her mouth and spills from her lips. To your unspeakable delight, it also finds its way onto her dress.

Slowly dropping out your cock from her lips, cum drips and you place it over her dress. 

Looking down at her eye, she keeps an angry, but come fuck me bratty look in her eyes. 

"Fucking swallow it all, baby girl. All that cum is for you to drink.”

Yujin obeys—with the most resilience she can muster in one glance. Then you pin her into the sheets. Your one hand keeps her wrists down, the other removes the lower part of her dress—slowly. 

“Ts, I thought you wanted to rip it apart from my slutty body,” Yujin is able to whisper, sticky cum and a thuroughly fucked throat making it sloppy and hoarse. 

“I do as I please. And first of, I’ll fucking fill your ass with my second load, you fucking whore!" 

The hand that exposed her glistening hole with barely cut, black hair above it, moves up and slaps her face. Yujin gasps at the sting of pain, but you don’t stop there, spreading the remaining cum, saliva, tears, sweat and mascara across her cheeks, chin and temple. 

"Look at you! All the fans calling you pretty while on stage, ogling your body, and cumming to fancams of your breasts—and I don’t even pay attention to them. See who owns you now!?" 

The girl beneath you takes a deep breath and stares back into your orbs. She might fight to get control over herself, to show some sort of opposition to your domination, yet she cannot hide how much she loves it. 

"Y-You can never make me yours! Fuck my mouth, my ass, my feet, fuck them all! But you never own me completely. I’ll still go back to my life, thinking about other stuff than you. Do what you want, Daddy! Hell, tear my dress apart… it’s stained already!" 

This is Yujin’s beg. This is why she is the brat that is hardest to please. You can easily fulfill these needs, make her cum, cum on her body, but she could still switch you out. 

There is only one thing you can do. You align your hard cock with her pussy and speak in a calm and victorious voice: "I noticed you tense up and sparkle, when I mentioned you being my breed bitch. So how about I fill your pussy to the brim and make you a baby.”

“Y-You w-wouldn’t dare. Daddy, my career would be over. My life would be so fucked…”

“You’re right. Your life would be fucked, by me, every day. Your career would be over, but you’d start a new one as nothing but a cumdump for me. You know what I think? I think you want it. To live a life as nothing more than Daddy’s whore. To give me as many babies as I want. Does my baby girl want a baby girl of her own?“

This might be it: the moment where the great brat Ahn Yujin is tamed—and you’re the one to do it. 

With the slowest pace you can possibly bear, you part her glistening lips. It’s incredible how wet she can get; every part of her crotch, her pubic hair, her hard clit, hell, even her wobbly thighs are covered in sinful juices. 

Yujin remains strong—if being strong includes quivering and squeaking and fearing the inevitable penetration and filling of her womb with your seed. You thought there was no way you can lose this, half of you rod is already in the hot, pink depths of her cunt, but she just won’t relent.

You start to slowly push in and out, tempering your anger if it means getting to tame her. You withhold from plunging all the way in. Accompanied with Yujin’s highly erotic moans, you tear a bit of her dress and start pinching her nipples, while your other hand rubs at one of her feet. 

An attack from all senses would slowly do it. Death by a thousand cuts or in this case, pleasure and submission by a thousand touches.

"D-Daddy, the, the dress!" 

Stop pinching her adorable nipple and pin your hand on her throat. 

"You still fucking care about tha dress?! Fucking bitch! So spoiled, so bratty. It will all end when the first baby comes out of you. Then the second, then the third, then the-—" 

A scream of unbelievable magnitude. Finally, you have done it.

You could see something has changed in Yujin. Her hot bratty fuck me eyes have turned into a different kind of fuck me. She looked needy, truly needy, 

especially with your hand still clenched on her throat. 

"Tell me what you fucking want baby girl. Tell Daddy and Daddy will give it to you.”

“Fuck, D-Daddy b-breed me! Breed me, ruin me, end my career, end my life! I’m all yours, Daddy, mark me, please!" 

Like Beethoven’s 9th, her call to be bred, used, fucked—owned makes you feral. No more words need to be spoken, only seed needs to be put in her. 

Your hips crash into her wetness, your cock reshaping her insides. The pressure her pussy puts onto your cock is greater, greater than ever before. The way her whole body meets you at every thrust is another indicator how everything of her wants to milk you. 

Your balls are not the only thing slapping her ass, as your hand joins and leaves red imprints. Yujin, if not for you choking her, would scream in pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, creating pressure. It’s getting unbearable. 

"Take my seed, bitch!" 

Yujin violently cums from your words, her pussy becoming a fountain plugged by your cock. With all your might, you bury yourself fully in her, not allowing her to push you out. 

Her eyes flutter as you stare in them, filled with tension and wanton desire. If the bratty Yujin is really gone, you will miss her. And if she really gets pregnant, you will miss her on stage.

Pistoning in and out of her, you let your still simmering rage fuel you. 

"Daddy…Daddy…Daddy…breed me, breed me, breed me. Your cock is so good.”

Yujin was unbelievably tight, but you had an objective to reshape her walls in the perfect vessel for your cock and seed. 

“Tell me baby girl, can anyone in IZONE make you feel this good? Can any of your fans make you feel the way you do right now? The next time your company asks something of you, how will you respond? Answer me!”

“N-No. Th-They can n-never fuck m-me so good, like Daddy does. A-And not a si-single one of my, my fans know what I need! I-If my c-cumpany asks, I’ll t-tell them–" 

Yujin’s answer is cut short by another wave of orgasm. Her back arches, while her arms start to give out. 

Pinch the flailing tongue that mindlessly hangs out of her drooling mouth and spit on her. Yujin doesn’t even gasp, just continues groaning through her orgasm. 

"My slut didn’t finish!”

“My company needs permission from Daddy first! My Daddy decides how slutty my outfits will be, my nail polish color for my feet, my lip gloss for his cock, and my maternity leave when I am filled with his babies.”

“That’s fucking right! Because I own you. Repeat after me." 

"Daddy owns Yujin. Yujin is only his cumdump. Please, breed me!" 

A final wet thrust into her cavern. The spasm is insane, everyone would die to be inside Yujin once—and you just got her for eternity. 

Every final shot of your sperm makes its way into her. You will remain plugged in her for hours to make sure that a pregnancy is inevitable. 

Eight, nine, ten, eleven. Ironic. Eleven spurts of white baby batter should be enough for your baby girl. With a loud thud you crash onto her steaming hot body with the half torn outfit. Both of you wander off into dreamland. 

— 9 Months later — 

"Look at that Daddy! See what I got for you!" 

Yujin bursts into your apartment, holding it in her hands. You immediately drop your phone and skip towards her. 

"Show it to me baby girl! Damn, it’s so beautiful. Just like when I first saw it." 

The bright smile you fell in love with at first sight: her dimples that appear and her eyes that almost disappear. Yujin cannot be human. 

"It’s just for you Daddy! I’m so happy that it worked out." 

Gently, you take it out of your girlfriend’s arms—and place it onto the shelf.

"Finally, my baby girl won thirty music shows. I’m so proud! Go party with the others: Eunbi, Yuri, Gaeul–they are all waiting for you." 

Yujin nods and walks to the door. Before she leaves, a wink hits you like an arrow: 

"I can’t wait for tonight, daddy.”

(A/N: Thanks and credits again to @sooyadelicacies​! They write really good smut and for everyone with a feet kink it’s a must-follow :))

Eleven to One: Mandatory Lesson

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin

Length: 2622 words

Tags: brat, teasing, punishment, fingering, pussy slapping, cursing, blowjob, face fuck, tears, emotional stress, feet fuck, cum drinking, DEGRADATION, self-degradation, soft after-care, dom!Reader, bratty!Yujin

TW: a lot of pussy slapping, face fuck, DEGRADATION, cursing at idol

Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies​ and Yujin pics

Credit: @sooyadelicacies​ for co-writing this entire universe <3

(A/N: This is a little older and fits somewhere after Impossible Taming, so before they have sex with Minju. Enjoy this horny mess xD)

“We have new pics, Daddy.” Sent by Yujin.

You were a level headed person and not usually the jealous type, but Ahn Yujin didn’t usually wear that kind of dress or stand sandwiched between two guys, casually shooting a picture over to you while you were still at work. A little tense you respond to her:

“Umm Yujin, who are those two guys standing next to you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Daddy.” Sent by Yujin.

You scoff. Even after your last domination of Yujin, having her begging you to breed her, she was still a cheeky brat with you when it came to pushing your buttons.

“You better keep that dress on and come home with it tonight, baby girl.”

“But the dress doesn’t belong to me…” Sent by Yujin.

“Do you remember what you said while I fucked your brains out, baby girl?”

“Ahh…of course, Daddy. What the stylists and company want comes second.” Sent by Yujin.

 "Good, you learned. Now tell me: Who are these two?“

A smirk crosses your face. Yujin finally became obedient, the brat has been tamed. Or so you thought.

"Well, I can only tell you that the right one has a bigger cock than the other.” Sent by Yujin.

You practically snarl at your office and once again bolt home. Being CEO of your own company has its perks.

"I’m on my way home, you better be there with that dress on, understand?”

#

The key almost breaks in the keyhole; your fury is untamed, just like the brat you want to ravish. Finally, the wooden barrier flies open and your feral eyes search for the culprit.

From the kitchen, deep breaths and faint moans reach your ear and you immediately make your way to it. Your loud, hard steps make Yujin jump. She has her dress bunched up, no panties cover her leaking slit, and quickly, she pulls her fingers out of it.

“You naughty brat! Touching yourself when you know Daddy’s on his way.”

Hasty moves make it look like you instantly appear in front of the horny girl. You lower yourself so your face meets her slit and you breathe on it. Cold air tingles her sensations and from below you see her terrified, aroused gaze.

“I’m going to fucking punish you, brat. You apparently didn’t learn your lesson last time.”

You continue blowing puffs of air on her slit, teasing her, not giving in and diving right into her wet pussy.

“Daddy… please… ”

“No! Listen here, you little bitch! You really think you can tease and seduce some of your k-pop MC’s, act all bratty and then receive cunnilingus from your Daddy?!”

You move your hand to her cunt and give it a hard slap. Yujin screams in pain, yet her hips start to buckle to your hand, trying to feel your touch, your fingers, although they caused her obvious pain. Another slap, then one more, and she suddenly moans and whines through the tears that form in her eyes.

“You like that, breeding cow? My slut likes it when I slap her pussy?”

Yujin doesn’t answer and instead bites on her hand to muffle her moans as your continues hits make her sex red and wet. The lewd, flapping sound, as well as the feeling of her slick being spread on not only your hand, but also your face and Yujin’s thighs make you feel oh-so in control, even though you are kneeling before her.

“You answer when Daddy asks you a question!”

Continuing to slap her cunt, you yank her shoes off and roughly start to massage her along her legs, down to her feet with your other free hand. The added stimulation is most effective: Yujin trembles from her snatch, over her thighs, down her calves to her soles, where you continuously rub, until a response is moaned from Yujin’s pursed lips:

“Ah, Daddy! I’m going to cum, I'll… ”

Before Yujin falls over the edge into a violent orgasm, caused by a mixture of pain and pleasure, you stop your slaps and only slowly caress her soles and in between her toes.

“My baby girl does not get to cum. She doesn’t answer Daddy’s questions. Maybe I fucked her brains out.”

Your free, juice-covered hand yanks at Yujin’s chin, and you stare deeply into her teary, begging eyes, filled to the brim with unsatisfied desire. Before you can raise your hand and slap her rouge, gorgeous face, she moans her answer:

“I’m sorry… Daddy, I-I don’t know how big my MCs cocks are… I’ve never seen them… I only know your cock!”

Although you feel relieved inside, you don’t show any softness in your face. With another harsh yank you pull at her lips and see drool spill out of her slutty mouth.

“Oh, is that so? Well, does my bitch also cum from Daddy slapping her slutty cunt? Are you that bitchy for me?”

“Daddy, please… I’m sorry I teased you… So sorry, just please me!”

Recognizing this cat and mouse game she likes to play and knowing you apparently failed last time, you decide to pull out some tricks of your own to make her submit.

"You know Yujin, I had a meeting with a big possible future partner for the company. The one I run to pay for your spoiled ass. I met with their CEO the other day and she was nothing short of professional.”

Yujin looks confused as to why you are telling such a seemingly trivial story..

“I have to hand it to you, IZONE girls post disbandment really are powerhouses. I certainly never expected Hyewon’s company to rise as quickly as it has. She, like your other former bandmates, was always talented of course, but seeing her in control in the meeting with me? Well… CEO Hyewon is something else… ”

Your baby girl’s eyes widen. Panic glistens in those orbs at the thought of being replaced by someone else, apparently not being enough, not good enough. You feel her struggle not to cry. Her knees give out and she drops down. Without her long legs keeping her up, she is now level with your crotch.

“Daddy, please no! I’d do anything for you! Please, don’t leave me!”

Yujin’s slender fingers fish out your cock, hard as diamonds. Before your belt and trousers even hit the ground, she starts to rub her tear covered, red face along the length, slow sobs and moans harmonize to your ecstasy. Then, the tip of her tongue strikes you first.

“Fuck! Such a dumb slut. Nothing compared to a strong woman like Hyewon.”

Yujin’s eyes narrow, but she knows what she has to do. She instantly takes your whole length in her mouth and starts gulping, inhaling your cock with everything she has. Choke, choke, choke, or else her Daddy might leave her. Tears, tears, tears, as an inevitable consequence,

The truth was, the meeting with Hyewon was just that, a business meeting. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find Hyewon attractive, but it was strictly professional.

Yujin doesn’t know that of course. Part of the reason she was such a strong leader after her re-debut with IVE was her perfectionist mindset, she had everything she wanted to prove to her former bandmates and to herself. Her gags on your cock should be enough evidence.

Being in IZONE was great, but with so many talented members, Yujin felt insecure at times. You know how to use this weakness against her. The thought of you being more impressed with another member than her, it was the thing she feared maybe the most. And so Yujin’s head bops faster and faster, the oxygen in her lungs less and less—and the need for it makes her stop for a second.

“Oh, eager are we? Are you trying to show Daddy your worth?”

Yujin desperately nods, stimulating your cock further. With this advantage over your brat, you decide to play a little with her. The sort of punishment you both enjoy, although she will spill tears (and cum) throughout it. Just payback for teasing you with those two MC’s.

“Ah damn. You are pretty good at sucking. But I dunno… you just don’t feel as tight.”

Without warning, you grab her long, black hair and form handles. Yujin’s yelp, stuck in her throat like your massive girth, isn’t the only sound coming from her mouth, as lewd gulps and chokes follow suit. The rough pounding you give her lips makes her eyes flicker, the already ruined mascara runs down with extra tears and stains her dress. At least she learned that.

“Look at that! Way better. Hey, bitch! Your dress is dirty. What would the company say, huh? Maybe you should slap your stupid cunt as punishment?”

To your surprise, Yujin does just that. Immediately. Moans, pain, pleasure, whatever, vibrates on your length, as she does not stop the punishment on her own pussy. Strong hits between her gorgeous thighs; you wish you had a second angle for this.

She pops your cock out of her mouth briefly, a trail of drool lingering. A desperate, crooked shout follows suit:

“I don’t care what the company would say about the dress, only what you want Daddy! Only you, only you, only you! Please… Please… Please don’t leave me.”

Every beg gets substantiated by sloppy kisses all over your large cock.

“Hit yourself faster, more! I want you to scream!”

You rub your dick across her lips, cheeks and forehead, as the cock drunk girl screams. The wet sound of slapping arouses you ten fold. No need to get you more riled up, now you want to see how Yujin is doing it.

A quick pull at her delicious, endless legs and her red glowing pussy falls into your view. Yujin doesn’t hesitate however. The extra viewer does not irritate her in the slightest. Her hits land perfectly on the sore lips, the spot were juices and sweat mix.

“Ahhh! Daddy, I’m gonna cum! May I? Please!”

“Pathetic bitch. Cum. Cum from your own slaps!”

“But Daddy… Daddy, please… please make me cum!! I need your touch, your touch only! I belong to you! Please don’t leave me!”

With a loud groan you bend down and give her clit a tiny bit of pressure. It launches Yujin to her peak in an instant. A violent orgasm makes her entire body twitch and spasm. Her cunt squirts out what seems like gallons of girl cum, and her lips spill naughty sounds, words that no one should ever hear out of an idols mouth.

“Yujin, my slut! Only my slut, I fucking own you. You are only good for breeding and your orgasm is just my mercy. You better drink my entire load, or I will fucking— ”

You make sure to stare in her hazed eyes while moving back up and using her lips as a tight fleshlight and perfectly announcing your next words:

“—leave you for Hyewon.”

A thrust later, you burst into Yujin’s steaming hot mouth. A huge, pent up flood of semen, impossible to swallow in one go. Only after your cum spills from the side of her mouth, Yujin awakens from her orgasmic trance and panics. Hastily, she cleans your cock and tries to swallow what’s around her tongue, but the second you pull out, she coughs a lot back up—onto the ground, onto the dress.

You just look at her in disappointment.

“You didn’t drink it all, baby girl. You ruined that pretty little dress of yours but even worse, you wasted my precious cum on the floor of my apartment. I pay good money for this place. You dirty bitch.”

You pull out your phone and pull up Hyewon’s ID. With one thumb hovering over the button, Yujin’s eyes look like they are about to pop out of her head. Reacting quickly, she does the one thing that could save her from getting dumped. Before you could put your cock in your boxers, she kicks her feet up and wraps them around it and starts to stroke you.

“Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry I made a mess of your floor, wasted your cum, just don’t call Hyewon. Don’t leave me, please!”

Her cries and sobs get even louder now. Your eyes soften a bit and you feel your anger starting to temper, partly due to the pleasure of her feet enveloping your cock and her skilled footjob.

"Take that dress off. Clean the floor with it and drink the cum out of it. If you do all that without stopping your feet… I might just not call Hyewon.”

Yujin pulls her dress up and over her head. Her hasty hands almost rip it apart. While rubbing it across the tiled floor, collecting mostly her juices, but also your last droplets, her soles rub along your cock, making it hard again quickly.

Grabbing her ankles, you begin to fuck her feet roughly, the jolts make it difficult for her to get the cum-stained dress into her mouth. Her soft feet feel nice around your cock and you feel another orgasm building up. With all your might you hold it in, only thrusting in her fuckable feet-gap slowly, while she finally wrings out her completely soaked dress. The mixed juices find their way into her mouth and she hums while swallowing it down.

“Such a bitch!”

“Daddy, I’m your bitch, a slut, who will do anything for you. I would be worthless without you. Please, let me choke on your cock forever. Make me eat your cum, edge me till I pass out. Use my worthless holes, feet, face. Daddy!”

Done. Yujin broke, and you climax with a deeply satisfied groan at achieving what you set out to do. You shoot wave after wave of hot, white cum all over the top of her feet, covering them in white, toes drenched in bubbles of your cum. You use her feet to stroke off any leftovers.

“Good job, baby girl.”

Deciding to be a bit kinder, you lower yourself to the mess of a girl on the floor and put your body on top of hers. An almost awkward attempt at cuddling, your gaze meets Yujin’s. Speaking softly and kissing her lovingly:

“I did meet with Hyewon, but it was just professional. You know that. I could never nor would I ever without your consent. Hyewon gushed and raved about you, she told me how proud she was of your IVE accomplishments so far and how great of a leader you’ve been. Our meeting ran over because we spent most of it just talking about you.”

An incredibly deep sigh leaves Yujin’s lips. For a second, you just lay there on top of each other, resting from heavy orgasms and crazy kinks. Because she doesn’t answer, you feel a little frightened that Yujin might now have a grudge towards you—maybe she plans out her bratty revenge. A whine from her, however, vaporates these worries:

“I’m so glad. I’m all yours, you know that, Daddy?”

A peck on her forehead and you smile softly.

“You proved that one alright. My bratty, bitchy baby girl.”

The weird, playful tone of your answer makes Yujin laugh, showing her gorgeous, gorgeous dimples to you. You can’t help but poke them lightly, amplifying her giggles. Although the position suggests something lewd, you both just play around with each other like two love fools.

But that abruptly ends, when Yujin pulls your head down at your nape and whispers in your ear:

“I consent.”

Puzzled you reply:

“To what?”

“To you inviting Hyewon to our next session, Daddy.”

Eleven to One: Torrential Takeover

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin & Kang Hyewon

Length: 6421 words

Tags: bimbofication, rough sex, daddy kink, master play, degradation, breeding kink, blow job, choking, tears, harsh treatment/curses, mating press, dom/sub dynamics, lot’s of talking, mindbreak perhaps?

TW: bimbofication, degradation Hyewon’s losing it literally lol

Inspiration: My man Sooya and Yujin looking so fucking hot, wtf

Credit: @sooyadelicacies​ for co-writing. Was a blast as always!

(A/N: This one took a while. It takes place after Pt. 2 “Mandatory Lesson” and you will see how it fits into the entire universe lol. Have fun with this new piece and Hyewon’s fall hehe)

“Do you think this outfit is good?”

A final pull and your tie is perfectly tied around the tight collar of your tight shirt. You spin away from your mirror and to your girlfriend Yujin, who is dressed in an all-white professional looking, yet way to exposing outfit.

“Yujin, we are meeting a CEO and not doing one of your shootings. Exposing your midriff is way too much!”

She rolls her eyes and smirks. In an instant, her arm hooks yours and she rests at your side.

“It’s Hyewon though, she won’t mind. And it’s not like I’m gonna wear it for long anyways.”

Yujin’s wink gets harshly rejected by you ending the entanglement of your arms and grabbing a navy blue suit. You try to ignore Yujin’s puppy eyes, while putting on the very expensive garment—not as expensive as her purses, shoes or stage outfits you always ruin, but still rather pricey. In the end she still wins and you just shrug.

“Can you at least close the jacket?”

“Sure, Daddy.”

“Oh, and don’t call me Daddy while we are surrounded by people. Would be bad enough if they knew of our relationship, let alone the most intimate part of it.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Fucking brat, you think to yourself and slap her ass before she can leave the apartment. She sends a sultry gaze from over her shoulder and puckers her lips. If time wasn’t so pressing, you would ravish her in this instant, just to show her her place. It has to wait, however.

“I don’t even know why I decided it was a good idea to bring you to this event. I thought it’d be a good time for you to catch up with Hyewon, but you can’t behave like you do while we are meeting all these executors and business asshats. Asshats they may be, but the connection potential is important. You want me to continue spoiling you, I need you to let me do my thing and not have to worry about what mess you’ll get me into." 

You look at Yujin sternly. 

"So. Behave.”

“Relax, okay? It’s not like we haven’t done this before: you posing as my manager and me playing the cute, innocent idol. Trust me, I can be more professional than you would ever give me credit for.”

You sigh deeply, letting time pass and regaining some thoughts before smiling at your girlfriend.

“Fine. I trust you on this. Now, hurry! Don’t wanna be late.”

#

“Hello, my name is Ahn Yujin, I am here with my manager. We have a meeting with Miss Hyewon of the board of leaders. Here are our ID cards.”

Friendly and confident, innocence in her bright smile with those unmistakable dimples. This version of Yujin can definitely check-in without fear of being judged or causing an outcry. The office lady behind the marble counter is unaware of what’s behind the facade: a kinky, lustful, bratty girl. Thank God that mind reading isn’t a thing.

The office lady lets you through and you walk to the elevators, riding to the top floor. There, you are met with a team to escort you to Hyewon’s office. 

“Wow. So official… How hospitable of Hyewon to have people accompany us. I knew she was successful, but this is impressive." 

Deciding to tease Yujin a bit, you just smile. 

"She is quite successful indeed, a top floor and extra staff to do stuff like this, she is very, very impressive.”

The teasing backfires, as Yujin responds with a fierce whisper:

“And? Do you have a team to escort guests through your building?”

Of course Yujin knows that you don’t have a team for something like this. Not because you can’t afford it. You thought of it as an unnecessary expense, a point where you can save money and it’s rather rare for people to get lost in the building of your company.

Unimpressed, you raise your eyebrows at Yujin, who continues to chuckle in secret behind her hand. Hopefully it all went unnoticed by the people guiding you-

You arrive at the spacious office of Hyewon, it’s huge and subtly classy, minimalistic and simple, but the effect comes across well enough. She was powerful, confident, but had a touch of coolness, femininity, and softness as well. 

“Hyewon will see you now. Please enjoy your time." 

The team bows and opens the doors for you.

With gradual steps you approach Hyewon’s main desk, in all white, just like Yujin’s outfit. And just like a movie villain, Hyewon sits on her huge, black chair, showing you the back side of it. From this perspective, it’s hard to make out what she is doing on the other side. Maybe checking some quarterly statistics or reading a book on economics? 

You clear your throat to catch her intention. A sudden flick of her fingers and the doors close. In the next, long second, she turns around and you see her holding an album: BLOOM*IZ by her and Yujin’s former group, IZ*ONE. 

"Hmmm… So you brought Yujin after all. The woman at the front of the building told me you checked in as her manager, but that can’t be right. I haven’t had a meeting with some manager a couple of weeks ago, now did I? So that begs the question: Why the lie? Unless that’s a lie you’ve been using for quite some time and the only purpose that could serve is… Ha! I see." 

Yujin begins to sweat, Hyewon was always astute and observant, sharp as a knife and just as confident. 

"So the big, powerful CEO is screwing little Yujin? And how long has this been going on?”

“N-none of your business! Yeah, I’m his girlfriend, and of course we keep it a secret. You kept your relationships a secret as well during IZ*ONE!”

Hyewon looks unfazed. Gently, she lays the album into a drawer beneath her desk and stands up. Before you can interject into the small void of words, she jumps in:

“Everyone here can keep a secret, sweetie. My employees, for example. But my curiosity is still not satisfied. Please, sit down and tell me how you two met.”

While you were familiar with CEO Hyewon from your meeting, this was different. You begin to feel a little dry in the mouth and you wished that Yujin hadn’t been so quick to rile up and confirm Hyewon’s accusations. 

“Hyewon, you called me in for a business meeting, what say we get back on topic?”

“We are on topic,” Hyewon says with a smirk, while rising from her seat. She is significantly smaller than both you and Yujin, but her presence forces you to sit down into the chairs before her throne-like desk. The chairs are comfortable, but somehow they feel like torture devices.

“W-what do you mean? The topic is… our relationship?”

“Yes. I want to know if my Dongsaeng is treated correctly. And if you two have enough enjoyment in your life.”

“I mean I feel like I treat her well, she’s a bit of a spoiled brat, but I’ll let Yujin answer from her perspective. Oh, and we have lots of enjoyment. We’re very happy!”

“Y-yeah!” Yujin adds, a stumble in a single word from her trembling voice, “it’s nice that you worry about me, Unnie, but this is just kind of awkward. W-we don’t need counseling or therapy—”

“Then why are you looking so uncomfortable right now?”

“W-what?”

Hyewon walks slowly towards Yujin. Each step is pronounced and clearly audible, her gaze frozen on the younger girl, who she freezes with it.

“I’m here to protect you, my dear Yujin. This tiny CEO will never hurt you, especially when I make twice as much as he does.”

“Hey!”

Hyewon stares into your soul and looks back at Yujin. 

“What aren’t you telling me about him? Is he mean to you? Is he hurting you? Tell me the truth Yujin." 

She uses a tone that Yujin is all too familiar with and she obeys accordingly.

"He… he hurts me. He degrades me. He gives me orders like I’m his puppy. A-and…”

“And what?” Hyewon responds with a collected, held back fury you can sense already strangling you to death.

“I-I… love it.”

“Huh?”

How the tables have turned: now Hyewon’s eyes are a gateway to her soul. Through them, you might not find the secrets to her successful business strategy, but you can definitely see what’s really going on in her inner workings. Her casual, unimpressed response is just a facade to hide her real intentions with in this meeting, her true feelings towards Yujin’s revelation:

Envy. Hyewon is jealous.

Grin inside, don’t show it with the shape of your mouth. Time to play along.

“Why are your cheeks red, Hyewon? Does your mouth feel dry?  Oh, and you’re sweating. I thought you’d react differently to that. I thought you might as well chuck me out the window of this building and kill me, but… let me ask you something:" 

You rise up from your seat with the confidence you usually have throughout your business career and slowly walk towards Hyewon, making her back away. You walk closer and closer and as she steps back she hits her desk, now trapped between it and you.

To your surprise, her strong facade is still intact, at least from what she is saying:

"You are saying strange things. You and your very naughty girlfriend, you both sound like kinky perverts, admitting to stuff like this. It’s strange, but cute.”

“Hyewon, are you jealous? Or why are you so interested in our private lives?”

“I-…I’m just protective of Yujin and you’re an unknown factor. I am impressed with your business skills and professionalism, but I don’t trust you with her. She’s young, I just don’t want her to get hurt." 

You nod, gazing intently at her. 

"I believe that, but tell me Hyewon: when was the last time you were intimate with someone? A powerful CEO like you must be too busy or too intimidating for men. More likely, most men don’t even come close to being in your league, being in the positions we are in. It’s stressful, it’s why I have my slutty stress toy Yujin. But you? What do you have?”

“Ts, you really think I have time for things like this? My intimidation, my status, my success, they are all indicators that I can control my lust. It might just be the reason why I make more than you.”

Hyewon chuckles to herself, but her diss leaves you unimpressed. She is either putting up a good facade or really believes her own lies. 

Time to find out.

“Hey, Yujin! Come over to me,” you shout sternly, never averting your stare away from Hyewon, “But do it on your knees, crawling.”

Hyewon’s orbs widen in shock.

“What are you doing!? There is no way she’s going to crawl to you, especially in public or in front of me.”

But Hyewon is wrong, and Yujin falls to her knees immediately. With grace, she crawls to you, looking like an intriguing animal following her master’s orders. In her eyes, unraveled lust, a craving so intense, it makes Hyewon’s pale face even paler. 

“Yujin! Stop that, get off the floor, don’t listen to him, I’m ordering you as your unnie to stop it!" 

"You may have great control in your meetings Hyewon, you may even have been able to tell Yujin what to do, but she listens to me now.”

Without ever pulling your gaze away from Hyewon, who’s eyes dart between you and her beloved dongsaeng, degraded to nothing but a pet. 

"Right, baby girl? When Daddy wants you to crawl, you crawl.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m your obedient girl.”

To Hyewon, your following sigh must sound like one of triumph, however, in all honesty, you are incredibly relieved that Yujin isn’t her usual bratty-bitchy self. She must know that winning this game means getting, breaking Hyewon.

“A girl, you say? Are you really a girl anymore?” you ask, with a low, serious voice, still not dignifying Yujin with a look.

“No, Daddy, I’m sorry. I’m just your toy, your fleshlight to fuck, holes to fill with your majestic cock, a breeding cow—”

“Stop that!”

A scream interrupts Yujin. To your delight, it’s from the absolutely distraught looking person in front of you. Hands on her head in shock or frustration. This is probably not how she imagined her meeting. With mocking delight, you ask Hyewon:

“What’s the matter? Finally met a situation you can’t control? You might have more money than me, sure, but I have something you will never have: utter dominance over your precious friend. Did you think this is how she’d end up? Sure, she’s a talented leader in her new group, but at home, she is a slut for her Daddy." 

Hyewon can barely process your barrage of words, visibly crumbling under these circumstances. Press the advantage, by running your hand through Yujin’s hair, a praise of sorts for her good behavior, and by leaning in closer to whisper into Hyewon’s ear: 

"I have a business proposal for you: how about a merger of sorts? You join me and Yujin in a threesome and she can be an asset for you too. You can order her around just like I can, but in return, you sign your ass over to me.”

“Y-you are insane!” Hyewon screams, finally ending her streak of silence. Weak hands that shiver in fear or hatred try to shove you off, to no avail. “Leave, now! I don’t want to see you ever again!”

You have elected to ignore Hyewon’s decision. Without saying a word, you sit down on one of the chairs, giving her a provocative, shit-eating grin. 

Meanwhile Yujin sits in between your legs, looking up at you with her signature puppy eyes and pouty lips. She is such a good girl today, it makes up for the new car you want to give her on her birthday. However, she cannot be your focus right now, so you keep her from unzipping your pants. 

Hyewon looks on in what you assume is a mixture of disgust, shock and feral desire, to either have someone in that position or—be in that position? It’s probably still because of Yujin, but maybe she is now not the one Hyewon desires—and more of an example.

“I’m… I’m gonna throw you out! I’ll call security and tell them to be extra rough!”

“Fine, do it then! Call security, I don’t care! Yujin will come with me and she will cum from me. I don’t see you calling anyone though… maybe you want to join, hm?”

A brief silence. No one moves a muscle, except for Yujin, who caresses your thighs and mewls in tiny. She is always so needy. 

“Yujin baby girl, why don’t you show your Hyewon-unnie how much you love, how much you live for my fucking cock. Don’t worry about security, just be the whore you are." 

Hyewon just keeps looking on in disbelief. 

"You could join us, you know? Hyewon, you can be a good girl for Daddy too.”

Silent tension fills the vast office, Hyewon and you have a stare down. She lets her hand hover above what you assume is the button to call in security, while you boastfully stroke Yujin’s cheek, then up to her hair and down again. You even consider slapping it. Yujin wouldn’t mind, and the complete meltdown it could cause for Hyewon would be glorious. However in her eyes, you see that you have clearly won already.

She is desperate for Yujin, wants to have her cute dongsaeng back, the innocent friend she always protected when she faced difficulties. Seeing her in between the legs of a scumbag like you, a competitor even, breaks her heart.

And maybe even her will.

A pop, and the button of your trousers opens. A zip, and your cock springs free through the gap. Having this much control already over a woman this powerful is a massive turn on and so you let Yujin play with her favorite body part of yours.

You barely bat an eye at Hyewon’s call to security. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen Hyewon: by the time your security arrives up here, you’ll see just how much of a slut Yujin is. By the time they get here, your pussy will be leaking on your own pristine office floor and you’ll be begging to be in Yujin’s position. By the time they could storm in, you stand at your office door and call them off. They will leave and you will finally accept my offer, because you can’t stand looking at this.”

You point down at Yujin sucking your cock and putting on a show for Hyewon. Her tongue slowly creeps up to your tip, covering every part of your cock in drool. In a quick motion, she takes you in, almost fully, before spewing you out and kissing the tip. Pure love in her eyes.

"You’ll never get her back. It’s what we call a non negotiable. You’re well versed in business, and know that when one party holds all the cards it’s best to fold. You know when you’re up against a total dominant force—cave and merge—”

“This was your plan all along?” Hyewon shouts in tragic realization. “The first meeting… you, you let me think I had the upper hand!" 

"I suppose I did—because it doesn’t fucking matter what assets and shares and charts and data and bullshit we discuss. I have the one fucking asset beyond the company, beyond anything your money or stocks could buy, I have her. And you want her. So again, just what are you willing to lose to have her?”

A sudden loud slurping sound, accompanied by a strong suck forces your attention away from Hyewon’s unsure face. You stare at Yujin, your head a little clouded by how talented she is with her tongue on your balls and her lips around your shaft. Passionately, but also with a good amount of greed, she bops her head up and down a couple of times, before licking up your pre-cum and swirling around your cockhead.

The clacking of heels, and Hyewon walks by you. A notch faster and she would be running, although her shoes were not made for it. As Yujin’s hot mouth fully engulfs your cock again—the first gags can be heard—you look at Hyewon opening the door to leave and shout:

“How embarrassing for a CEO to run away. Admit your defeat, Ms. Kang!”

To your visible surprise, she doesn’t leave. It looks like she is exchanging some quick words, waving someone off, while her knees tremble. Beneath her white suit pants, her thighs probably jiggle excessively. Wait, is there a wet spot on her backside?

“Thanks for calling off security Hyewon.”

You smirk having predicted everything correctly that has happened so far. 

“Yujin… maybe you should go touch Hyewon and make her feel good, give her a taste of my product." 

She pops your cock out of her mouth but gives it a few more furious swirls. 

"No! I only want your cock Daddy." 

Hyewon’s eyes widen and she looks hurt. She chose you over her, over her unnie, the person she spent the most time with and practically raised in IZ*ONE. 

"Well, look at that. You still have no power here,  no power over Yujin anymore, so what will you do now?”

“N-no, Yujin…”

Hyewon desperately tries to call out to her friend, but Yujin is in a cock induced haze. Or she is just playing her role very strictly, but the way she only has eyes for you and the shaft on her tastebuds draws out the last hope from Hyewon.

Not that much fighting spirit left, her fingers already search for her slit, her tits, her ass, any kind of stimulation to make the frustration and bitterness go away. In her eyes you see envy, incomprehension, disbelief to how something can be so good that it dissolves even year long friendship. Hyewon would never degrade her incredibly talented, beautiful dongsaeng like this, but here this random CEO sits and calls her a slut, a toy, a product. 

You love this situation way too much. Seeing Hyewon’s head spin, her crotch get wetter and her eyes teary. You know just the thing to finally tip her over and become insane. What will happen then? You have no clue and no real care. Time to start it.

A deep groan. Grab the back of Yujin’s head and force her down on your cock. Hold her there, until she gags violently and tears run down her face. A woeful gasp from Hyewon, tears almost running down her face as well. Then, shove Yujin off of her plaything and roughly cup her face, messy make-up all over your hands. Yujin’s pouting and sobbing.

“Look! What a fucking, useless whore! Only good for sucking cock and being mercilessly fucked, huh?”

“Ye-yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me: What do you deserve? No, what do you even want from your Daddy?”

Yujin ponders. You squeeze her cheek to give her a hint, while sternly staring her down.

“I want… I want Daddy to slap my face. Please, Daddy, I deserve to be punished.”

“Good. Finally, you say it.”

A quick spit into Yujin’s gorgeous, defiled features, then you raise your hand.

It’s stopped by an eardrum shattering scream.

“No! Please, don’t! Do it to me, to me!”

And there it is. You had won the chess game. Kang Hyewon, educated at top business schools across the globe, MBAs and a couple other degrees, profiles in Forbes and richer beyond belief. None of that mattered now. 

“What was that Hyewon? You want me to remove my cock from my best whore Yujin and give it to you? What do I even get in return? What can you even offer me that could possibly be better than what I have? I broke and built the best product so why should I change to another? Why would you even make a better fucktoy than Yujin? C’mon Hyewon, you’re not dumb, sweeten the deal for me!”

“I… I… I don’t know! Just… don’t slap Yujin, my Yujin!" 

Hyewon is desperately crying, begging with folded hands covered in sweat, while her equally sweaty face gets stained by the first tears. Nothing left of the strong woman from before. 

"Ts, that is pathetic. You are not even close to honesty, let alone creativity. Such a product gets cut during planning. If you don’t tell me the truth right now, that this is not about Yujin, I will slap her immediately.”

“I… I just want… I want what she has… what she s-s-submitted to. Your co-cock.”

“That’s a start at least. Now… get on your fucking knees!”

Hyewon slumps to her knees in tears. 

You pull out of Yujin’s mouth, much to her annoyance and you walk over to Hyewon. You grab her chin and bore into her dripping eyes. 

“Don’t you ever call her ‘your Yujin’ again. She is mine. And now, you are too. Give me everything you are and give me everything you have, even all this!" 

You gesture and spread your arms to indicate you meant her not only herself, her office or this building, but her entire company. 

"And I’ll give you everything you want from me, Hyewon.”

No logical person, no, not any human ever should be this irrational and say yes to this. It’s not that easy, assets are owned by a lot of people, there are other companies tied to this, the board of directors have a say in this, what about the employees—

“Yes, anything! I’ll give it all to you!”

“Very well. And what do you want from me?”

“I…

"I want to be like Yujin: your premium product”

You had used Yujin to make Hyewon crumble and now you’d do the opposite knowing this would make Yujin fume with jealousy. A scoff from behind you affirms your presumption.

“Premium you say? Well, you have to prove your worth then, a product, especially ones with this label have to be well tested and well used, every inch has to be inspected. Now suck my fucking cock.”

The moment you stand upright, Hyewon goes to work. Her sizeable, beautifully shaped lips wrap around your member like she just found her new favorite popsicle. The tip of her tongue goes to work at your tip, and the initial feeling of entering is quite insane. But it’s a mirage that quickly falls. 

Hyewon is quite messy, with all the saliva she uses to coat your long shaft. Her eyes look unsure when she takes you deeper. Only half-way in she hesitates, backing off and doing sloppy tongue play. Suddenly, an unforgivable error: her teeth touch your sensitive underside. You hiss.

“Damn, you have a lot to learn. Premium? This is nothing compared to the quality blowjobs of… Yujin?!”

Yujin grazes your shoulder and lays down to the left of Hyewon. She is not wearing her white dress pants anymore, and you can’t remember she wore proper underwear either, so she is completely exposed from the waist below. Her cunt is dripping and the way she uses her fingers to slowly rub it becomes a show for you. On her back, feet with cloth-matching white polish wiggling desperately, legs slightly spread to show her first class pussy. 

“Daddy~ wouldn’t you want your favorite pussy? As always, you can fuck me as hard as—”

The sight was too tempting. To defile Yujin on the office floor of her dear friend, she knows what she was doing, especially with the prepared white nail polish

You pull out of Hyewon without a second thought and slide your cock into Yujin while grabbing her ankle and raising her toes to your nose and licking at her soles. A mouthful of feet, you scold Hyewon, whose eyes are unfocused, her mouth leaking left over saliva:

“This is how you do this: no hesitation, show what you got and say the right things. It’s just like negotiating. Make yourself useful, before I cum three times into Yujin and only edge you with a vibrator!”

“U-unnie,” Yujin stutters through the pleasure caused by the repeated filling of her cunt and liking in between her toes, “Get creative for Daddy. He doesn’t like boring. B-but don’t think… y-you can take him away from me.”

You continue to knead Yujin’s left foot while spreading her legs even further apart and pounding her faster. She starts to moan like crazy and instinctively raises her arms, getting hold of a carpet. In this gorgeous position, her small, bouncing tits are an irresistible eye-candy, so you dig right into them.

“Daddy!" 

Yujin moans even louder, whether it was her feet, tits, or holes, she was always weak to the tongue bath of your sucking. 

Hyewon leaks saliva from her mouth as she watches you mercilessly pound away at her younger member, ruining her on her brand-new carpet. She had to act quickly and deftly if she was to earn your attention. 

She sits on her desk and slides her heels off, she stretches her toes out to you and widens her legs to show you her damp patch of her panties. 

"D-Daddy… come have a feast and see how sturdy my office desk is.”

You stop your barrage of attacks on Yujin’s lavishly sexy body and give Hyewon a serious look.

“Do you really think that this is enough to make me pull out? Beg for it, bitch! Otherwise…”

Accompanied with Yujin’s yelps and pleasure-filled whimpers you press her into a mating press and spit into her agape mouth.

“… I will cum inside and breed her.”

“What?" 

Hyewon doesn’t know you had cream-pied Yujin many, many times, which makes this threat harsh—almost as harsh as your fingers, digging into Yujin’s thighs while you press and pound her rapidly. Hyewon’s legs close, yet her eyes remain the wide, glassy mess from before. From the tremble of her dry lips, nothing. She hesitates. 

You had anticipated this reaction and have a counter ready. 

"Oh Hyewon! The thing about these companies is, they will all fall if you don’t have a legacy. And who do you have? You’re going to promote some schmuck to take over your company, your name? Everything you built? Or… do you want to cement your legacy, watch your company, your name rise and spread throughout history? I could breed Yujin, sure. But I also could breed you. Two powerful CEOs on the rise, of the same generation. Can you imagine what kind of star child we could bring to this world?”

You swear Hyewon’s face was red before, but the new shade of the burning color all over her cheek, temple and chin puts it to shame. It seems like you struck a perfect chord, yet she still looks like she contemplates if this is at least in the realm of reason.

You can’t let that happen. She has to decide now. So, with one hand on your actual baby girl’s clit, the other entangled with her toes, you increase the pace your cock enters her pussy and kisses her cervix. You could breed Yujin in this position every fucking second of your life—and she adores it.

“Oh my God, Daddy! You fuck, you rub, you… you’re so good!”

A dangerous, tight squeeze from her pussy. Your pet gets off on being watched, defiled in front of her former member. In her sparkling eyes, you see how close she is to cumming. Thirty seconds at most. Time to end Hyewon’s time as an independent, wealthy individual.

“I’m close! Fuck, this pussy is just… the fucking best.”

“Daddy, let’s cum together! Fill me up!”

“Now is your last chance Hyewon! If I cum into Yujin, if I breed her, we’ll both get up and leave this office and I’ll never think of touching you. All of our meetings will be professional as far as I’m concerned." 

"Daddy, you better cum in me!" 

You still pound away at Yujin having masterful control of your release.

"Despite all your successes, your company will end with you. What a shame. But me, I’ll have a successor in the child I’m about to fucking breed into your younger. The best part is? You had a hand in the child’s creation. When you see the news of Yujin’s career ending because of a pregnancy, know that the child was created here on your office floor, a floor forever tainted by my seed, forever marked by the cum stuffed into Yujin’s tight hole. What a company legacy that will be.”

Finally, The final straw evaporates. Accompanied by the sound of crotches hitting each other, Hyewon demands weakly through salty tears.

“Breed me! Give me a child, defile me! I want nothing but your cock, please! Master!”

Stroke Yujin’s stiff nub and she loses her mind in climax. However, nothing of your baby making cream enters her womb (well, not today at least). Instead, you withdraw from her spasming body and take a triumphant, slow walk towards Hyewon, who’s now bent over her office table. Her eyes are as needy as Yujin’s and with the same willingness, she spreads her aroused folds, pink and twitching. 

“What was that last word?”

“M-Master, I…”

“You will use it, while I still test if you are a useful product. You can only call me Daddy—" 

With no warning, you insert your stiff, glistening cock into the wet entrance, making her yelp and accidentally release drool all over important looking worksheets.

“—after I fucked a baby into you. Understood, slut?”

Hyewon instinctually clenches around your cock, her pussy is incredibly warm and comforting, but most of all tight and ready to be ravaged, reshaped by your cock much in the same way you’d reshape her company to whatever you wanted. This pussy belonged to you now. 

You pump in and out, drilling her against her desk, making it creak and the glass elements crack. The expensive furniture might not survive your carnal hip thrusts. Either way, this desk is hers not yours so why the fuck would you keep it around. Harder and faster you go as she moans and her eyes roll back. 

“Fuck… fuck Master! More, fuck, I’m just your whore, Master, your bitch and company cumslut. I’ll, shit, I’ll be here, under this desk to suck your cock, to feed you my tits, to stuff your mouth with my feet, whatever you want Master! Just give me a baby, give me a legacy, everything I am will be because of you!”

“Suddenly so talkative, he? Where the fuck is your fighting spirit?”

“W-why would I fight something… that feels so, fuck, good?!”

Your hand finds the hazelnut strands on her back and you start to harshly pull on it. Hyewon’s pussy clenches stronger than before, the tightness slows your pace for a second.

“You like it rough. How many guys have fucked your hot, slutty pussy?”

Hyewon tries to contemplate the number, but by just looking at her eyes disappearing into the back of her head at your brutal hands, a response is impossible. When her mouth opens, it’s just guttural moans of pain and pleasure. 

“You really think I want to know how many pigs you’ve been with? Who is the only one that matters now? Who is the only person allowed to fuck your holes, Hyewon?!" 

Just like with Yujin, all of her other sexual partners mean nothing to you and they shouldn’t matter to your sluts either. Hyewon could have had a different guy every night, but from now on, it’s only you.

"Master, you’re right! I’m just your hole, yours alone! Pl-please use me, fill me up!”

Hyewon spreads her ass cheeks and without a second thought, you slap at the flesh, making it ripple in gorgeous waves. Accidentally hitting her hand is not what you care about; she still spreads them and fights through the pain of your initial hits. It quickly turns to pleasure as winces turn to moans. And those turn to screams with her rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Master, I’m cum—no, please! Don’t stop!”

Moments before Hyewon reches her own peak, you pull out. While harshly grabbing her head, you make her watch what you consider the ultimate punishment: with rapid strokes you jerk yourself off and unload your seed atop her counter. Across multiple sheets, charts, reports and contracts, the white liquid makes them all unusable. 

After you finish, the CEO stares at the mess with trembling lips and soft knees. Your merciless hand forces her face into the sticky mess. And as Hyewon lays there, her bare ass red from the spanking, her pussy clamping to nothing from the ruined orgasm, and her already dirty cheeks sticking to her unfinished work, you slap a contract down on the table. 

“I want you to fucking use my cum and sign this contract, Use your pathetic tongue, you whore! Sign your company and yourself to me, then take this contract to your board. Do whatever to make my demands come true. Then, I will give you what you want." 

Hyewon looks almost unfazed at the humiliation laid before her desk, except for the base shock in her eyes ever since all of this started. You had planned all of this from the start, otherwise something as detailed as this contract wouldn’t have been in your suitcase. From the moment Hyewon hesitated to call security, you truly believed she would sign this.

After the first meeting and Yujin’s request to share Hyewon, you started this plan. The ultimate win-win: forcefully merging with a rival and gaining an obedient bitch to do all the work. You brought up Yujin to be able to invite her to attend this second meeting. With her by your side, breaking Hyewon became possible. A Master in Business, she may be, but you were mastering this situation the entire time, and now you are her Master.

You snarl at your new bitch and kiss her nape roughly. 

"You don’t fucking deserve my seed in your holes, you don’t deserve to be my cumslut until you’ve proven how far you’ll go for me. Now sign the fucking contract and get out of my office!”

The usually loud, willful, assertive CEO is now completely quiet. Without a whine, she collects your cum in her mouth. With unexpected elegance she lets it drop on the line at the bottom and paints a signature. Use your half-erect cock to give her a slap on her rosy cheek. 

“Thank you, Master.”

She bows down, before pulling her pants back up and walking towards the door. A cool, strong, dismissive mask are her beautiful features, but you know it’s only for whoever she might meet outside. The people in the hallway might wonder about her flushed cheeks, yet her eyes should bring them down again. The new Hyewon you created this afternoon, she will not allow them to see her.

Yet.

“Well done,” an half amused, half annoyed voice says from the floor below. You spin around to see Yujin, laying on the floor where you roughly fucked her moments before. She uses her clothes as a blanket, if you can even call it that; she is still half naked and her never-ending legs are on full display. Not paying attention to you ogling eyes, she scrolls on her phone.

“You did well too, baby girl. I’ll give you everything I can tonight. Or even right now.”

Yujin raises her eyebrows. She seems unimpressed, and quickly focuses on her expensive device again. Her bratty behavior will never truly go away.

“Oh, looks like Minju is lonely,” she suddenly says, before giggling suspiciously.

“Minju? From your former group? Why is she lonely?”

“Living on her own is boring and expensive. That is what she sent me on SNS, but I bet she is just very lonely.”

You scrap the back of your head, unsure what this has to do with you.

“Well… she could easily get a boyfriend with her insane visuals. Or move in with friends, I don’t know—”

“She could move in with me, in your apartment.”

“Uhm, I guess, but—”

“I already invited her. No turning back~”

“What?!”

Eleven to One: Easily Tempted

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin & Kim Minju

Length: 992 words

Tags: Quickie, Minju cumdump, mating press, stand fucking, seduction, brat!Yujin

TW: QUICKIE, BARELY EDITED

Credit: @friskyriskywhisky because he wrote that shit lmao

(A/N: I did some slight adjustments/added some “story”, nothing more. Thanks for this drabble frisky!)

“Daebak… They had sex in 5 different positions already, Yujinie sure has a lot of endurance and stamina.”

Minju groans in annoyance, as she puts her book down again. The mistake of moving in with her always-feral roommates dawns on her again. Both are nice people, sure, but they also fuck like animals all the time.

One of these people is her former co-member in IZ*ONE, Ahn Yujin. And the other is the man she usually acts cheeky towards, but in bed (or wherever they are fucking) she calls him Daddy. 

The painfully thin walls make Minju participate in every single position change, scream and thrust. At least she has her headphones to distract herself. Although a tiny wet spot on her panties shows an underlying desire, one she has suppressed ever since moving here.

*1 hour later*

“Hing~ I’m hungry, I wanna go eat cheese balls with them but they are still going at it…”

Is it really hunger that will make her open the door to Yujin’s room? She could just go outside alone, but that would be no fun. And besides: they should lose their stamina very soon. Minju is sure she will be able to hold back her desire for cheese balls for so long…

Well, it’s not her desire for cheeseballs that makes Minju push open the dark brown door. It’s her hand that traced along her folds for o-so-long, making her panties wet and her mind clouded.

You all lock eyes with each other. 

“Minju-unnie?”

Yujin slaps your hip, giving you a clear signal. You waddle to the door with her taking the lead, your dick still buried inside her. Yujin slaps your hip again, you continue thrusting. 

“Sorry un… Hnng! Hah! Unnie. Are we being too loud?" 

Minju is flustered but also turned on seeing this side of Yujin. She would never have thought that she would be witnessing your pelvis slapping against Yujin’s ass while her tits jiggle from your powerful thrusts back into her. 

"No Yujin, I just want to go eat something with you guys. And DON’T SAY CUM!”

She knows the antics you two would pull off like the back of her hand.

“Well yesterday I heard someone shouting ‘Breed Minju! Breed MinMin, MinMin is yours to use!’, don’t act like an angel unnie~" 

Yujin teases Minju and fondles her tits. A smirk crosses her lips. The loud moans Yujin just mentioned were part of a long, fun discussion you and your girlfriend had. 

It happened one night, when Yujin and you returned earlier then expected from a party. The second you entered the shared apartment, moans and screams came from Minju’s room. You tried to ignore it entirely. She put up with your antics, you will put up with hers.

But it did not take long for you two to realize that Minju was not fucking with anyone, only masturbating. And when she moaned these words, mixed with your name, it was actually Yujin who came up with the idea. Ever since, your fuck session have been longer and more annoying, just to lure Minju out.

It finally worked.

"Yah!" 

Minju swats Yujin’s hands away. You’re still busy thrusting but decide to help Minju out this time, playfully giving Yujin’s ass a good smack.

“Stop teasing your unnie now!”

Minju is shocked that her dirty secret is all out in the open now. Yujin is going to tease her for a very long time, probably for the rest of her life. Her face has never been this red. The younger girl smirk:

“Ha~ha~ Unnie is blushing! Come on join us!" 

Minju rejects the offer but is promptly stopped in her tracks. You kiss Minju on the lips, causing her to moan. Yujin works on taking off her clothing. In a blink of an eye, Minju is naked with you on top of her on the bed. It’s like muscle memory: Minju is in a mating press position on the bed without a second thought.

You and Yujin each lean into Minju’s ears and whisper. 

"Stop pretending and be who you are… Minju cumdump." 

Hearing both you and her precious dongsaeng saying that at the same time, makes her brain go haywire. Streams of wetness leak out of her, her heart is beating as fast as the wet slaps from 10 minutes ago. Her eyes widen as she holds her breath, puffing up her adorable cheeks, like the times you filled her mouth.

You thrust into her, both hands pushing her legs further backwards. Yujin admires first-hand how her unnie turns into an incomprehensible mess; how her hips are made for breeding; how her pussy milks ropes and ropes of your cum, not letting a single drop escape, filling each and every single air pocket. Minju is truly a perfect cumdump.

"Like this oppa?" 

You look to your left and see Yujin copying Minju’s position, bucking her hips as if you’re fucking her. This is your first time seeing her in this position. Yujin has legs for days, they are so long that her feet are actually hanging on top of the bed headboard. 

You’ve always enjoyed Yujin wrapping her toned legs around you, making missionary extra enjoyable. When she wants it even more rough, or on occasions you’re tired, her legs would squeeze your waist even harder and pulls you deep into her. You only need to pull back as she would provide you the forward momentum you need with her legs. 

This is the first time you really notice that her hips are almost as wide as Minju’s, the gym sessions are certainly paying off. Or maybe it’s because all the breeding you’ve done with her this month.

Minju slightly recovers and turns her head to face you, now hovering over Yujin.

"Sorry Minju, cheese balls will have to wait. Just lay back and enjoy the show. Gotta take care of our sweet dongsaeng first.”

(Written by @friskyriskywhisky)

Eleven to One: Into the Next

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin & Kwon Eunbi

Length: 3094 words

Tags: Mommy/Daddy Kink, blowjob, deepthroat, tits play, titjob, finger fucking, cunnilingus, girl-on-girl, sub-dom-dynamic, fucked_up!family 

TW: the whole family stuff is kinda fucked up ngl

Inspiration: @friskyriskywhisky for some pics

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing!

“Oppa we’ve done it with Minju-unnie, who should we invite next?” Sent by Yujin.

“Yujin, you naughty girl baby girl, why does this not make you jealous? Or is Daddy not enough for you?”

“I’m not jealous anymore. How dare you say that~“ Sent by Yujin.

“So I’m not good enough?” you playfully reply, actually getting excited at the thought of Yujin inviting another of her friends. Although it is very unlikely

“Baby girl, your former IZONE members are very attractive. Who do you think you could invite next?”

“My daddy is really ambitious, I like it. I’m actually sitting in front of one of them rn.“ Sent by Yujin.

“Yujin, baby girl….can I make a confession…” It was rare for her Daddy to get shy or insecure about something so she was curious.

“Oh, Daddy~ what is it? That seems very not-normal.” Sent by Yujin.

“I love being Daddy to you, you know that’s a huge kink of mine, but I…I also have another kink, besides just Daddy and feet…I’ve always thought Eunbi is pretty, but I have a…she gives me a mommy kink….I guess I was nervous to tell you because I didn’t want you to judge me make you think of less me as a man or Daddy if I have a mommy kink…”

Yujin reads your message and for a second you are scared at her reaction. It doesn’t help that she takes a long time to respond. But suddenly, a voice message hits your inbox. 

“Hahaha, my daddy! I feeeeeeel you so hard. I got a huge Mommy kink for my Unnie too… she just has the perfect vibe, personality and assets to be a Mommy.” Sent by Yujin

It’s like you can hear Yujin wink from the other side of the phone.

“You know I love you Yujin baby, and I adore Minju too, and I have dreamt of some of your other members. With Eunbi, I’ve fantasized a lot about calling her mommy. I’d still of course be Daddy to you, I’d just switch ya know?”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way. See you this evening, daddy~” Sent by Yujin.

“Wait what?? You’re actually going to ask Eunbi?“ 

After sending this frantic text, your face blushes in deep red. Being a confident CEO and a dom with Yujin was absolutely natural for you, but you admired Eunbi’s talents and beauty and heart. Your crush on her has always been one with butterflies in your stomach and lewd thoughts in your head. 

However, your connection to the former IZ*ONE leader is only very loose, so even the mention of an unexpected connection makes you excited like a child before Christmas.

Yujin ignored your text.

Slightly abashed and uncertain, but also thrilled for the night, you keep on working. Hours of meetings, interviews, research and coffee breaks later, you leave the tall office building, changing the scenery of wooden tables to asphalt roads.

In your car, you check your phone and see that Yujin send you two pictures of hefty bills: one from a luxurious coffee shop, the other from a famous fashion brand. You sigh at the price tag, but your eyebrows shoot up at Yujin’s follow-up message: 

”It’s gonna be worth it…” Sent by Yujin

Cheeky brat you think to yourself. You drive home, exhausted after the long day.

Arriving at your apartment, you find the door slightly ajar, with rays of soft orange-red light coming out. Slowly, you open it further and sneak into a beautiful set-up: blankets, pillows and extra cushions turn the corner with the already cozy couches and soft carpet into one large block of softness. Red and orange light bulbs create a calm atmosphere.

Yujin tidying up and preparing something sweet like this is one of her underestimated, great qualities. She could be a spoiled and teasing brat with you, but there was a reason she was the leader of her own group, responsible and driven. Today she has perfect timing; the hefty bills already disappear from your mind.

“Hello? Yujin, I’m home. Wanna cuddle a bit? I’m exhausted from work today.”

“Why don’t you cuddle with me?” an unexpected voice speaks from the bathroom door.

“Eunbi!?“ 

You knew Yujin may have set this up, but you were still caught off guard. You blush red instantly at being face to face with a crush of yours and you start to sweat nervously.

Eunbi chuckles cutely. Her beautiful, wavy hair, accompanied with a stunning white gown make her seem like an ethereal, yet approachable creature. 

Almost startled, you whip and turn around.

"Your blush looks so cute, but you don’t have to be embarrassed or nervous. Mommy is here for you." 

"I-I’m n-not, I…”

A gulp and the sweats continue. A crimson glow all over your face at Eunbi saying Mommy. It is surreal. This secretly hidden scenario you never dared to dream off  just unfolds easily in front of your very eyes. 

"Eunbi…I… about the whole Mommy thing…”

“Oh, don’t worry. I am quite used to it.”

Eunbi’s sultry gives you a rare, overwhelming rush of  goosebumps. Two hands suddenly covering your eyes add to the wave of surprises on this early evening. As darkness replaces the immaculate visual of the woman before you, a familiar whisper from behind you:

“She is our Mommy, my beloved Daddy.”

“Yujin, baby girl, you really went through with it and brought Eunbi here?" 

Eunbi’s eyebrows raise, noticing the change in tone you took with Yujin then her. 

"Hmmm, so a Mommy’s boy for me and a Daddy for Yujin, interesting. The rich and domming CEO can also be soft." 

"Let’s take this somewhere comfortable, Daddy. You said you were stressed so let’s help you relax a bit.”

In the blink of an eye, the three of you fall into the cozy cushions the two beauties prepared. This is a cloud you never want to get out of, especially when Eunbi kneels next to you.

“Come rest your head on my lap, let Mommy take care of you." 

"Daddy, rest and cuddle with mommy, and I’ll take care of your cock.”

The pillow Eunbi’s thighs form is quite literally perfect, and if it weren’t for the pace of your heart beat and the exploding sexual tension, you’d wish to fall asleep like this. 

While Eunbi slowly caresses your hair and softly smiles at your flushed face, Yujin tears down your pants. The erratic movements of her hands show you her desperation to finally feel your cock on her.

"Your Daddy is very cute, Yujinie~”

You avert your eyes from Eunbi’s lusty, loving gaze and see a clearly distressed Yujin kneeling in between your legs. It’s adorable how quickly she gets envious at the sheer possibility of someone maybe taking you away. For her it might be pure panic—but the way she tries to prove her worth might be pure ecstasy for you.

“Yujinie, Mommy is very pretty, isn’t she?”

Yujin’s eyes widened, the jealousy quite obvious now. 

"She is Daddy…lots of people think that, but you have me! I’m going to suck your cock Daddy, your baby girl, yours!" 

Eunbi sees what’s going on being the perceptive leader she is. She decides to play along. 

"Mhmm, Yujin is always eager to please. Make Daddy feel good, Yujin." 

Meanwhile as you rest on Eunbi’s lap, her breasts hover above your face. You try to nuzzle in your head in her bosom more. 

"Oh? My baby boy likes the feeling of mommies’ breasts? Would you like to taste them?" 

"May I, Mommy?”

Gently, you press your head into the other set of pillowy goodness Kwon Eunbi’s body possesses. The texture feels so soft and you feel yourself get harder in Yujin’s mouth, making her choke without even moving.

“How is it, baby boy? Mommy’s breasts on your face, while our cute Yujin takes care of your cock?”

The way Eunbi pronounced that last word,  the way she hummed, almost a sultry moan, makes you crave everything.

“Please, Mommy! I want to see all of y—ahg!”

Your plea is interrupted by Yujin plunging your entire cock down her throat. The loud gags and chokes, while saliva runs out from the side of her mouth would already be enticing, but the way her deepthroat stimulates your cock leaves you stuttering.

“Oh, Yujinie! You are such a good baby girl. Look at you, still trying to focus us with your beautiful eyes.”

Eunbi chuckles.

They were competing with one another. Yujin always wanted to prove herself to you, to IVE, even in IZ*ONE, but with Eunbi here, her first leader, her mother hen, she wanted Eunbi to see she had grown up and she could take care of her Daddy very well.

Chuckling at Yujin’s deepthroating and her attempts to keep her fuck me eyes to try to get her Daddy’s attention, Eunbi is not making it easy. She pulls down her dress and bra to give you access to her breasts in all their glory. 

“Cmon, baby boy, suck Mommies’ breasts. Taste them. Who knows, if you make Mommy feel very good, maybe she can make some milk for you, would you like that?”

“Thank you, Mommy!”

You immediately dive to her right tit, licking all over it, while squeezing it carefully from time to time. Deliberately, you leave out her areola and make sure to put a wet layer on the entire mound.

Eunbi’s soft, measured breath turns to barely audible moans and a deep sigh, when you back off and look into her glistening orbs.

Although her chest is perfect, your attention is divided as Yujin bops her face extremely quickly up and down your length, messing up her mascara with choked out streams of tears. She looks absolutely fucking ruined—and fucking gorgeous.

“Keep sucking my cock good baby girl, make me forget all about Mommy’s tasty teeth.“

"Yujin, don’t disappoint Daddy now, or maybe Mommy is the only one who can please him, hmm?”

Although it ought to be impossible, Yujin goes even faster. The tip of her tongue strikes at your cockhead with wet and perfect stimulation. Your cock begins to throb in her hot orifice.

"Oh God, baby girl. Keep fucking going, fuck!”

As your orgasm washes over your entire body, you throw your head back, where Eunbi shifted her bare bosom. She chuckles at your climaxing face, while a couple of her fingers play in between her heavenly thighs.

“Make sure to not waste anything that your Daddy has given you, Yujinie.”

It is futile. Yujin has to remove her mouth from your cock to not drown in the massive load you put into it. Now most of the semen that did not find its way down her throat lands in your lap.

“Aw, how cute, baby girl. Let Mommy help you.”

Eunbi moves as your head thumps on the bed at the loss of her lap. She crawls over to your dick and starts to lap up all the remaining drops of your cum. 

"It seems Mommy is always cleaning up after you, Yujinie." 

Yujin, still trying to keep the heavy load in her mouth, can only cast a look of disappointment at herself. 

"Shit, Mommy, your tongue…" 

"Oh my baby boy, I’m not through with your nice cock yet." 

Once Eunbi finishes sucking you clean, she lowers herself to your cock and wraps her two tits around it, trapping your shaft in her bountiful valley. 

"Oh fuck!”

Eunbi’s caring, blushed face turns to an insanely hot, strict face as she starts to move her tits up and down. The slow pace overstimulates your cock.

"M-Mommy, please… it’s not—”

“Oh, baby boy. I don’t care. Your nice cock has to be hard for me.”

Her cocky, mocking tone makes you tense up and pay close attention to Eunbi’s domination of your dick.

“I want to barely be able to wrap your delicious cock with my tits, so get hard for me again, my baby boy. You don’t want to disappoint Mommy do you?”

“Mommy, your tits feel so good around my cock. Suck my cock too please." 

"Of course baby. Whatever gets you ready to go again fastest." 

Eunbi holds her tits together and continues to squeeze your cock while moving them up and down, she lowers her head and takes your cock in her mouth, swirling and sucking lovingly.

A deep groan is forced from your lips. The phase of painful overstimulation is transitioning to actual pleasure. You grow to full size in the slick, cozy confinement that is the gap between Eunbi’s tits—and of course her mouth.

"Daddy, I swallowed it all, look!”

Yujin sits down beside you and opens her mouth wide. Her messed up face looks sad, as you don’t give her the desired attention. Eunbi has you completely in trance.

Suddenly, Yujin grabs your hand and starts sucking the digits. Indeed, her mouth is empty, but you can’t let her get away with this.

“You naughty-ass brat!”

You pull out your fingers from her mouth—just to immediately insert them in her dripping pussy.

“Fuck Daddy, touch me, play with pussy, feel how wet I am for you. Daddy please! Daddy! Daddy!" 

Yujin keeps shouting in both pleasure and concern that you were too much in a trance from Eunbi’s tits and mouth.

"Shut up, brat! I don’t want to hear a word from you, understood? Just little whimpers, or…”

You nod your head at Eunbi, who is really getting into playing with your fully erect length. Yujin understands the memo, and has to bite down hard when you start to finger fuck her insanely rough and without rhythm. 

Eunbi squeezes her tits even tighter and starts pumping with full force while gagging on your cock, sucking as deep and rough as she can. 

“Oh fuck, Mommy! I want to cum on your tits!" 

With each cry of pleasure Eunbi forces out of you, Yujin gets more and more upset that her Daddy isn’t fully paying attention to her, but somehow your fingers are still able to overwhelm her.

Just because you can, you kick Yujin over the edge by giving her hard clit elegant strokes, before Eunbi wrings out your second load.

Exactly like you imagined, your cum glazes her tits rope after rope and the sight of a completely cock-drunken Eunbi is embedded into your mind, as your strength starts to disappear.

"Baby boy, suck Mommies’ titties some more, get your strength back up." 

Eunbi shoves her cum stained tits in your face. Mindlessly, you lick at them. This woman does unbelievable things to you. Your luck in life has been absolutely absurd.

Out of nowhere, Yujin wraps her arms around Eunbi’s waist and pulls her away from you. Those delicious breasts are no longer on your face and jiggly freely as Yujin tries to wrestle the smaller woman away.

"No! You won’t take Daddy away from me! I need him!”

Tears stream down Yujin’s cheeks. Her arms give out and Eunbi frees herself—just to grab Yujin and pin her underneath her body by sitting on the taller girl’s tummy. With motherly care and love, she looks at her dongsaeng.

“Yujin, you are so adorable. No one will take away your Daddy. Look at him. Think about your Daddy. Think about what he wants. It’s both of us, okay? A baby girl and a Mommy. Are you willing to give this to him, to share him?.”

"B-But what i-if I’m not good enough? W-What if he leaves me?”

Eunbi presses her cleavage onto Yujin’s, marking them in white as well. Then she starts to nibble at the younger girl’s jaw, making her squirm. Delicate fingers travel down to Yujin’s heat, still soaked from her last climax.

“Hey, baby boy! Our baby girl is having some doubts. Would be nice if you could give her some love.”

Words are not real for you; you don’t hear what they say. You only see two of the hottest women on the planet on top of each other and wanton lust does the rest. Animalistic grunts come from your mouth and pants from Eunbi and Yujin.

As the gigantic rod she so deeply loves deeply penetrates her, Yujin’s mind might be going blank. Eunbi’s tongue and fingers all over Yujins erogenous zones definitely help and their deep connection that formed even after the group disbanded, leaves only one answer for her.

"Y-Yes! Be my Daddy, be my Mommy, please! Fill me up with love!

You start to thrust in and out of Yujin, feeling every inch of her walls. 

"That’s my good girl." 

Eunbi kisses you passionately as you piston out of Yujin. 

"Daddy, that’s hot…watching you and Mommy kiss while you pound me.”

"Don’t you want to lick Mommy’s pussy?” you ask, completely engulfed in your sexual frenzy. Yujin rapidly nods and Eunbi tries to smile lovingly, while her features melt in horniness.

“I’ll sit on your face, Yujinie. Lick Mommy good, okay?

"Mommy, face me while you sit on Yujin okay? I want to kiss you and suck your breasts as I pound her. 

"Mhmm, Daddy wants everyone to be pleased. How thoughtful." 

Eunbi lowers herself on Yujin’s face, hovering just above her mouth, she faces you and cups her breasts

With your mouth you attack her stiff nipples fiercely, licking around them and sucking at them like a hungry baby. This whole ordeal might really fuck up your perception of life, but when you take Yujin licking her Unnie into the frame, while pounding her immaculate pussy, you don’t care.

No matter what other people say, it could not make you stop from biting and licking Eunbi’s lips, while seeing her gorgeous face in lust and love. Heaven; can it be ever closer? Who knows, but you’re approaching orgasm feels like it.

"Fuck fuck, take it all Yujin! Mommy Eunbi, your breasts will be even tastier with milk.”

It was too late to turn back now. It was one thing to be Daddy to Yujin, but this was a whole lot more fucked up, in more ways than one, but whatever it was, whatever universe you just now entered, it would be yours

And as your rod spurts out white, gooey paint into a shivering, also orgasming Yujin, your head becomes dizzy. With the pull of gravity, your sanity starts to come back and it’s only Eunbi’s enticing figure that keeps you standing.

“Y-You good?”

“What the fuck happened here?”

Eleven to One: Punitive Punishment

Male Reader x Kim Minju and Ahn Yujin

Length: 3033 words

Tags: punishment, spanking, fingering, mind break, rough sex, degradation, insults, brat!Yujin, girls making out, doggystyle, cunnilingus, squirt, gag, shytoslut!Minju, hair pulling

TW: degradation, a little bit kinda dub-con

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for collabing with me. Ty, qt!

(A/N: another instalment of the Eleven to One Universe! Minju’s punishment had to happen one day, right? ;))

“Wh-where are we going?" 

Minju’s scared voice with its sweet, innocent tone makes you feel guilty and excited at the same time. You feel the sweat building up in the palm of her hand as you guide her to the elevator. Yujin walks behind her, bare body pressed onto Minju’s back while her hand covers the older girl’s eyes. 

"I think I know where Daddy will guide you,” Yujin says with a horny smirk. Intentionally, you lose your cool. 

“Yujin, shut the fuck up!" 

You harshly slap Yujin’s round ass. The echo bounces off the walls and through the cramped elevator. Minju shrieks and tenses in your hand, while Yujin can barely keep her moans hidden.

The elevator ride up is a tense one for Minju. Your hand grips her while you send death glares to Yujin who has a knowing smirk. You shoot up to the upper levels of the high rise and practically bolt down the hall to your room. At times like these you regret not buying a bigger apartment with rooms to spare just for all the sexual fantasies in your mind, but the timing of this is just too perfect, so the living room will have to surfice. 

Slowly, you guide Minju to your large leather couch. Her knees still tremble, even after she sits down. Yujin obediently continues to remove any light from falling into her Unnies orbs. 

"Now, Minju, you need to be punished,” you say in a slow, almost threatening manner. Minju flinches and whines as you pinch her adorable chin to feel her soft skin.

Minju manages to whine out. 

“I’m-I’m sorry! I didn’t know—I thought, I thought Yujin would appreciate that. I’m so sorry, p-please don’t punish me, please don’t kick me out of this place. I promise I’ll never do something like this ever again, please!”

“It’s too late to bargain now,” you whisper. Suddenly, your hands rub over Minju’s jeans-covered legs, up to her thighs. Gasps and mewls fill the room, most by Minju, but some from Yujin as well. She fidgets, creating friction to stimulate her slit. 

“We are going to play a game Minju. It’s very simple. Yujin, you will also participate." 

Your girlfriend bites her lower lip and nods seductively. She is barely able to keep Minju’s eyes shut, her arms shaky and sweaty. Tension rises between the three of you. You savor every second of fear and uncertainty running through Minju’ veins. Quickly, your fingers find the hem of her pants and harshly, you pull down. 

"N-no, s-stop. I’m so-sorry." 

"You want to move out tonight, Minmin?” you say in a strict tone. 

“N-no, please. Don't—" 

"Then we play the game, okay?" 

"O-okay." 

"Very well." 

A simple hand gesture, and Yujin backs off. Minju looks adorable with her messy hair, trembling lips and scared orbs. You can’t help yourself: before explaining the rules, you peck her cheek. 

"Nothing to worry about. The game is about answering questions truthfully. So as long as you don’t lie, everything is fine. For you at least." 

Point at Yujin, who looks equally horny and surprised. 

"Come over here, naughty baby girl! For every question Minju takes too long to answer, I’ll use your body as I wish. Understood?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Y-yes,” Minju adds when you look down at her small figure.

"Minju, tell me about your first kiss." 

"What? What does that have to do with anything, I—" 

The time has already run out. Minju took too long to answer and so you yank Yujin’s hair aggressively.

"Not an answer, Minju. Focus, okay?" 

You force Yujin to kneel onto the couch. Her face is right next to her Unnies. Parts of her hair you still pull tightly, the rest a chaotic mess. Yujin smiles in needy ecstasy. 

"Uhm, my-my first kiss was, I—" 

"C'mon, tell me about it. Who was it?" 

"I… can’t, I—" 

Your free hand sends a shock wave through both your girlfriend and her friend, although only one of them got hit. Yujin’s cheek, already rosy from the heat in her body, turns fully red now. She sinks head first into Minju’s lap, making her scream:

"Ah, what are you—" 

"Minju,” Yujin interrupts, drool rolling from her tongue and onto the elders thigh gap, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about me or the secret. J-just tell him.”

“My first kiss was with… Yujin." 

You smirk liking where this was going. 

"Oh? Do you like my Yujin? Do you have a crush on any of your IZONE members?”

“Y-yes. I-I kissed Chaewon too." 

You release the make-shift ponytail of Yujin’s hair and rub her soft chin with love and care. She purrs and you closely inspect Minju’s reaction. The brunette beauty’s eyes widen. She stares at Yujin’s puckered lips. Taking her by surprise, you do the same to Minju’s chin. It’s equally soft, and so you put your plan into action.

"Minju, how do you feel about me? What do you think about Yujin and I? Do you like us together?”

“Uhm, I—hm!" 

With both your hands, you guide their lips together. Yujin is proactive, pushing her tongue through Minju’s lips and going all in with her entire body. Minju’s wide open eyes become smaller and smaller as the initial shock fades. Her lids fall down and she leans in as well. The punishment, the game, maybe even you, disappear from her mind for this intense moment. Saliva is sloppily exchanged, the sounds get lewder and lewder. 

"Uhm, Minju? Where is your answer?" 

It’s impossible for her to respond. No words can come out of her occupied mouth, especially when the other girl climbs on her lap and pushes her deeper into the cushions. However, this is not an excuse to escape the punishment.

You yank Yujin’s hair again and pull her slightly away from Minju’s lips. 

"I asked you a question. Answer it, Minju! What do you think about Yujin and I? Do you like us together?" 

"I, I like you both. You look great together." 

"You’re not fully honest. Tell the truth!" 

Spank Yujin’s ass once. Its wobble is always worth a long glance, but when you can do it over and over again, why only stare? You hit it again with more force. Yujin shrieks and moans, while Minju scrambles to find a response. 

"F-fine. Fine! I love you both! I envy you for having Yujin and I—I envy Yujin because of your p-p-penis." 

Minju is red all over. If she could move her hand, she’d probably hide the plainly obvious flush of embarrassment, but Yujin securely pins them away. 

"Very good, Minmin, you are being honest I see,” you chuckle, satisfied at the answer. If not for your hold on her brown strands, Yujin would’ve probably overwhelmed Minju and smothered her in sucks and kisses. Not that you wouldn’t like to see that, but there are still sets of questions in your head. 

“So, how often do you masturbate Minju? How does it sound?”

“What-I-I-" 

Another smack on Yujin’s ass. 

"How often do you masturbate Minju? How does it sound? More importantly, who do you masturbate to?”

“I don’t… I don’t masturbate that often." 

"Liar,” you shout. With a sigh, you line up your ring and middle finger with Yujin’s wet hole and insert them slowly. Yujin releases a wanton groan of bliss and succumbs to moans as you start to curl your digits. 

“How. Often." 

"E-everyday, all the time! I think about Ch-Chaewon a-and Yujin." 

Silence from Minju, mewls from Yujin who rests her head on her friend’s shoulder and plays with her chestnut strands.

"Tsk tsk….You only think of those two? What about Hyewon unnie or Eunbi unnie? Or me? You don’t ever think of me?" 

You pull your fingers out of Yujin for a second, inching closer to Minju, you get closer to her. 

"Want to know something Minju? I’ve fucked them both. Your Hyewon and Eunbi unnie. They are mine, just like Yujin." 

You raise those fingers that were just in Yujin’s hole and bring them to Minju’s face.

"Really?” Minju says, but her voice lacks surprise. She is too deep in trance. The rosy hue on her cheeks makes her look drunk, even more so her glassy eyes that cross-eye your slick fingers. 

“Eunbi-unnie… and Hyewon-unnie,” Minju repeats in a low, barely understandable tone, her lips a centimeter away from your digits. 

“Answer me—” Your energetic, amused interrogation abruptly ends when Minju’s lips part and her tongue attacks. Gently, yet swiftly, she pulls you into her mouth, licking every single drop of Yujin’s nectar.

“Does Yujin taste good, Minju? I’ll let you have her juices as a treat every once in a while, only if you behave, do you understand? You’ll be a good girl for Daddy won’t you?" 

Yujin smirked, knowing that mere question would start a wholly unholy relationship with Minju, but unlike herself, Minju would actually obey.

Minju is passionate. Her eyes are closed, your fingers enter deeper, until your knuckles disappear. She will certainly choke, yet there is no hesitation and so her first gag appears. It’s violent, yet cute at the same time. Before she tears up, you retrieve your fingers with a quick pull. It trips up Minju, who’s eyes open wide in disappointment. For a second she lingers, then her sense of reason returns—or at least a bit. 

"Oh, uhm, what? I-I…”

You smirk. 

“Let me ask again: you’ll be a good girl for Daddy won’t you?" 

You say almost like an enchantment, awaiting the hypnotic gaze of her eyes. 

"Do you want more Minju?”

“Yes. Give me more of Yujin’s… ju-juice." 

"No, no,” you say, jokingly sophisticated, “You have to say the magic word first." 

"Hm? Oh! Uhm, I, please, uhm… Daddy, please give me… more." 

"Very well then." 

Yujin giggles in enjoyment of the scene before her. She looks stunning, mesmerizingly beautiful, adorable with her smile and pink cheeks. That’s exactly why you take her by the waist and slam her roughly to the side. The couch is easily large enough to spin and pin Yujin next to Minju. With one hand, you press down on Yujin’s throat, with the other you pull down your pants. Your solid cock springs free. 

"Daddy, yes!" 

"Shut up, whore! You’ll be a love-liquid-dispenser today. Squeeze it all out!" 

"Make me~”

You slam yourself into Yujin with rage. Her brattiness is something to be conquered and the way to do it is by breaking her perfect body, by shaping her insides to the form of your cock. With nothing else on your mind, your rampage begins once more. Multiple thrusts per second. Yujin screams continuously. Her mouth doesn’t close, even as the sound dissipates. Her tongues still hangs out due to your rough fucking. She is feeling the taste of heaven at the tip of it. 

Making Yujin cum like this is an easy task for you, but it’s not even necessary. In fact, this bratty bitch doesn’t deserve an orgasm today. Your goal is to make Minju yours by giving her Yujin nectar—and then your cum, to mark her as your obedient baby girl. Pump into Yujin with groans, hands never leaving her throat. 

You look over at Minju, excited to see her reaction. It surely doesn’t disappoint: the brunette beauty wants to look shocked, but she just drools from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze is stuck on Yujin’s body until you pull out. Perfect timing. Yujin cries out her frustration of being edged. Good. She deserves this and a thousand spanks on her fat ass. 

“Here, Minju. Take Yujin’s juice straight from my cock." 

"Oh, uhm…" 

Minju’s brain seems to lag. Whatever it is of the many things that transpired in the last couple of minutes, it keeps her from reacting in the way you intended. Instead she looks with glassy, mindless eyes from your face to your cock to your face to Yujin’s pussy—Yujin is rubbing her clit. 

"Bitch, no orgasm for you!" 

Harshly, you slap Yujin’s hand away and hit her cunt at the same time. A genius plan by your girlfriend. It made her cum in the past and after this edging session an orgasm immediately takes over her body. 

"Fuck, yes! Daddy, make me squirt!" 

Angry at Minju for once again being the catalyst for Yujin’s disobedience, you grab her hair and yank her head down towards Yujin’s heat. Pull Minju’s jaw down to open her mouth. Clear spurts of Yujin’s squirt shoot into Minju’s mouth. She catches most of it with her tongue and moans like she was the one being fucked silly. 

Each second seems to pass slowly. Minju’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She drinks right from the source and makes Yujin’s white as well. Large, healthy thighs wrap around Minju’s head to hold her in place, but Minju does not make any advancements of wanting to get away. This might just end her punishment, and your plan still came to its ultimate goal.

"Drink it all up. It’s the sign of our new contract." 

You lower yourself next to Minju, who is still diligently gulping down the juicy load. Give the messy looking, completely hazed, gorgeous woman a peck on the lips. 

"Do you want to be my good girl, Minju?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Fantastic. I’ll be merciful for you today and let you have as much of Yujin’s pussy as you’d like, but no touching yourself, understood?" 

"Y-yes, Daddy, thank you." 

Minju looks genuinely happy and excited like someone who just won a grand prize. All she got, however, is a Daddy and an exquisite pussy to eat out to her heart’s content. 

Yujin’s gasps for air  are replaced by soft hums as Minju starts to lick slowly across her wet folds. The brunette being so enchanted by her vulva makes her almost forget that her Daddy walked to his special drawer. In this moment of smooth, uninterrupted pleasure, Yujin does not realize how you get behind. In a split second, you push a red ball into her mouth and secure it around her head. You speak in a devilish hiss to put the utmost emphasis on your words: "I swear to heaven and hell, if you remove this thing and I hear a single sound from you, I’ll throw you out. Nude. With a plug in your ass. In the middle of the most crowded street in Korea. You’ll only wear clothes in the house that I have approved of and remember: Minju is my girl too.”

In a final tease, you rub your stiff length across Yujin’s aroused and terrified face, just to withdraw it again. Yujin does not deserve anymore cum today. She might be your designated and tightes cumdumpster, but you know how much she likes it. This is to show her how serious you are today. 

“Minmin,” you say sternly, “get on all fours. Lick as much as you want. Your pussy is mine though.”

Usually shy and hesitant Minju wastes no time and adjusts her position accordingly. Occupied with her Dongsaeng’s sex, she only squeals twice, one time when you pull down her jeans and panties and a second time when you penetrate her slick, drenched pussy.

Sure, there is a lot to admire about your newly acquired baby girl, from the perfect shape of her body, beautiful back, cute moans, firm ass, exceptionally wet pussy, yet desperation gets the better of you. You just want to finish quickly and Minju has the perfect hole for this endeavor. You can’t wait to see Yujin’s disappointed eyes when Minju is pumped full instead of her. 

“Minju,” you say, hiding the inner smirk with a bland expression, “I have a great name for you: cumdump. You like it?”

Minju pulls out her tongue from Yujin.

“Thank you, Daddy. Yes, I do.”

“Perfect.”

As you pick up the pace to fuck Minju harder, Yujin becomes green with envy. This is her position, the perfect name for her, but right now, Minju takes the pounding. She does it like a champ and Yujin can’t be angry at her Unnie. Nearing her second orgasm, she throws her arms upwards. From your angle, you admire Yujin’s clean, smooth pits. Then your eyes wander to her breasts that jiggle lightly. Finally, you look at Yujin’s orgasmic face of jealousy.

Minju gets filled with hard, rapid thrusts. Your hands leave imprints on the pale of her skin with how tightly you squeeze it. The consumption of Yujin’s juice makes her tighter and in a final rush, you unload into Minju. This is to spite Yujin, so you groan excessively, like it’s the greatest orgasm you ever had.

The loud ring of your phone pulls you out of this performance. Nonchalantly, you pull out of Minju and look at the bright screen. Hyewon’s number. For her, you don’t have to leave the room. The girl’s in the back can moan however loud they want, Hyewon is not allowed to complain.

“Hello?”

“Master, I did everything you asked of me! Please, breed your bitch!”

The voice through the speaker is definitely Hyewon. Not CEO Hyewon. The new Hyewon you created. Still hard working, smart and tough in negotiations, but with new attributes: needy, submissive, breedable. A perfect slave that will make you billions of dollars.

“Did my slut get the contract through the board of leaders?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did my slut send the contract to my company?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did my slut do all the paper w—”

“Yes, Master!”

You scoff.

“Did you just interrupt me? Know your place, whore!”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“What are you?”

“A worthless collection of holes.”

“And what do you deserve?”

“To be shamed in public and sold as the useless bitch slave I am.”

Her answers have gotten more and more interesting, self-deprecating and degrading to the point where you just want to fuck three loads of seed in her pussy day in day out. She probably sits at home and fondles herself, actually believing the things she says.

“Very well. I’ll be at my apartment in a couple of minutes. Be ready.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’ll give you a legacy tonight.”

Eleven to One: Pet Play

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 3966 words

Tags: pet play, you knew that, pet/master dynamic, blowjob, bad table manners, indulging in the pet kink, collar and leash, spankingas punishment, undressing, doggy, creampie, sex toys, overstimulation, kitten!Yena

TW: I guess if you don’t like kitten Yena…

Inspiration: The great works of @writerpeach and @worldsover. Go check out their work on this specific… let’s call it topic.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being my awesome co-writer and instigator of many BFH-sessions

(A/N: Looks like someone else is added to the family-harem, this time with a bit of an set up. Check out the previous story with the teaser for this one! Oh, and here are all the other chapters. Enjoy!)

“Sho tashty~”

Minju has no table manners, talking with food in her mouth. Well, the ‘food’ in question is your cock she is feverishly sucking from underneath the table while you and Yujin enjoy a nice, quick breakfast before Yujin has to leave for a group schedule. That’s also why Minju is the only one naked, something she is perfectly accustomed to ever since you found the right room temperature for her.

“Before you go, I’ll let you know that we have to move into a hotel for a week,” you say as Yujin takes her final sip of coffee. 

“Why is that?”

“I bought the penthouse below and above us and want to connect them via some automated staircase. I promised the construction company a huge bonus if they finish in a week, so it shouldn’t be longer than this. Damn Mr. Kim, I’d love to buy the entire building, but he is too greedy.”

“Daddy,” Minju asks from below, her soft fingers massaging your balls while she twirls your cockhead. “Why do we need so much space, so many rooms? Isn’t this big enough?”

You take a quick glance at Yujin who shakes her head. This is not the right time, don’t introduce Minju to the full family plan yet. Especially not when she is busy playing with cock, the only thing on her mind, on her tongue.

“I’ll tell you later, Minmin.”

“And I’ll see you two later,” Yujin says and gives you a quick tongue kiss while cupping your cheek. Too bad you can’t cup hers because you are busy playing with Minju’s hair. That’s not even a first world problem, so you’ll live with it. “Love you, Daddy.”

“Love you too.

"Hey, Minmin, did you drop the bowl on purpose earlier?” you ask with Yujin out the door. Minju looks utterly confused, which is heart-meltingly cute.

“Why would Minmin do that, Daddy?”

“So I’d punish you and make you suck my dick?”

“B-but Minmin can suck your dick just by crawling in your office and opening my mouth. Why would she break Daddy’s bowl?”

You laugh a little. This girl is too pure and impure at the same time.

#

Going on a date without Yujin feels quite odd, you must admit. What’s even weirder is that you won’t need to do it in secrecy, hidden from literally everyone. Today you just walk into the cafe, a gift underneath your arm and look for your date, a girl with colorful hair. At least she was last seen with light pink strands during a meet and greet. 

In the corner of the cafe is a table, in full light of the sunshine, falling in through crystal windows, and at said table is a small person, covered in a bucket hat, sunglasses and a large, black overcoat. Someone who likes to hide their identity to the world, but not you, because a flock of pink hair she flaunts from underneath the hat confirms your suspicion. It is your date.

“Do you mind if I just—”

“Oh, no, please, sit down~”

As you pull back the chair to have a seat, you intently watch the young woman remove her glasses and reveal her face to you. This is your first time seeing the Choi Yena up close in person, and with her gleeful smile, she really looks like a duck or cat or something adorable that you want to cuddle.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you tell her and raise your hand to get the waitress’s attention. “Can I invite you for a treat or a beverage?”

“Oh, I’d love to,” Yena says, mocking your formal, almost posh way of speaking, before she has a light bulb moment. “Wait, you’re very—let’s say well off, right? Can I order whatever I want?”

Now the ducky cat has puppy eyes, for no reason, really. You’re here on this friendly date and she seems to have some sort of issue that only a wise person can resolve—of course you’ll treat her.

“Get yourself whatever you want, but please.” You lean forward and whisper. “Don’t order too much. I find it embarrassing if they have to throw good food away.”

Yena grins widely and nods, before going on a spree to order all kinds of cupcakes, pastries and milkshakes. You raise an eyebrow and calmly sip your coffee as she digs down sweet treat after sweet treat after sweet treat. To your surprise, she is not only fully capable of eating all of it, but also willing to talk about the most random shit while stuffing her face with sugary goods. 

Yena lacks table manners, just like Minju did this morning.

You sit there and listen. Yena mostly talks about her daily life, mixed in with complaints about her company and sudden outbursts of adoration for IVE and their super star Yujin and how happy she is for you two. 

Then she goes on tangents about IZ*ONE and what the girls have been up to. She is sad about Wonyoung, who apparently decided to pursue some rich people stuff, just like Hyewon, but when you tell her that you and Hyewon are rather close (yeah, that’s all you will tell her for now), she lights up once more.

“Really? I only heard rumors about her new, joined company buying huge shares in Starship. Do you like working for Hyewon-unnie?”

You put your cup of tea down and smile. “Something like that, yeah. But now, Yena, I’m pretty sure you’re avoiding something.”

“Wha-what do you mean?” Yena sweats profusely, not because the overcoat is too thick, though it is, but because you finally want to get to the point. Why were you here again?

“You know what I mean. The reason you wrote the letter, Yena. You have to tell me why, all I can do is make assumptions.”

Yena wraps her lips around the straw of her milkshake and quickly drinks the remaining droplets until she makes this annoying slurping sound that has your temple in scrunches. Before you can complain however, Yena finally speaks up.

“I’ll tell you, bu-but can you at least guess what it’s about first.”

“I can, but I have to warn you, I’m very honest and upfront, no nonsense, I might trample over your feelings or say something absurd, rude even.”

Yena blushes and gulps. She is all ears to what you’re about to say, which has you confident that your guess is spot on.

“I believe that you are very unsatisfied with your sex life and unsure how to act out the stuff you like, so you try to look for someone with experience who you can trust but is also not in your closessed circle.”

“Is it that obvious!?” Yena quickly responds as not to let awkward silence fill a possible void in this conversation.

You nod and Yena throws her hands dramatically into the air. She looks embarrassed and a bit distraught that you were able to look right through her, without shame or hesitation. 

However, to your pleasant surprise, she is able to gather herself and speak like a proper grown up about her sexual frustration:

"Yeah, you were spot on. I have a lot of free time in between comebacks and schedules, which is nice and all, but I-I’m unsure about hook ups and scared that someone will… leak stuff. So I wanted to try normal dating, but even among other stars that is so ha-ard. I just want to fu-uck.”

“That is very understandable,” you say and lean back into the chair, feeling a bit like a therapist with an immorally large bulge in your pants. “But don’t you think you could find a very loyal fan, who’d do anything for you, have an NDA ready and go for it? Or maybe you could go out of country, where they don’t know you? I bet you still have a lot of options, and with a pretty face like yours, you’re bound to find more than enough people to fu-uck.”

Yena pouts at you mocking her pronunciation.

“But that’s a lot of effort and little guarantee. I want something reliable, in this country and I can’t wait any longer.”

"You want a relationship where you can trust the other person,” you summarize. “So… what was your goal with all this? We don’t know each other and I’m in a relationship with Yujin. I don’t get this from you point of view.”

“I-I, it’s just that I—I need someone with experience to guide me through this. And I have seen Yujin, her happiness, her smile, the glow around her. That’s a woman that has good sex all the time, so please, tell me your secret." 

"I’m the secret, Yena. Do you want to take me from Yujin?” You stand up straight, face stern as Yena looks up at you, helpless and needy. “Finish up your milkshake, we’ll take this somewhere else. Don’t forget your present.”

#

You picked out a nearby hotel, actually the first one that crossed your eyesight. As is often the case, you underestimated how high end these places can actually be. You already consider making this your home for the week your flat becomes unlivable. Minju won’t say anything against it, Yujin though might want something even more posh and polished. 

Good thing that you decided to wear that brown thousand dollar suit that makes you look like a mixture between gangster and manager, otherwise bringing a fully costumed stranger with you would have been an eye raiser. Now you’re just some less important person bringing a celebrity to their room.

But it’s your room, your money, your decision what’s about to happen. Yena walks in after you and stands in the middle of the vast, cozy room, adorned with all kinds of paintings, a carpet on a wooden floor, an impeccable color scheme from the darkest of brown to a soft beige. You sit down on the bed and look at the still dressed idol expectantly.

“Hm, which present do you want to open first: mine or yours?” you ask her, voice in deep thought as Yena removes her glasses once more.

“I-I don’t know what you mean by your present but I think I’ll open this.”

Yena taps the wrapped box nervously, hoping for some kind of reaction from your part, but you leave her hanging and after agonizing seconds she begins to rip into the colorful wrapping paper. Yena opens the lid beneath and her eyes open wide.

“I know what you want, Yena. Don’t underestimate me. Be blunt, be honest, most importantly,

”Be my good little pet, hm?“

Yena takes deep breaths when she pulls out a long, silver chain with a leather handle on one end and her favorite collar on the other. There is more inside it though: a pink feeding bowl with a cute kitten on it as well as a bullet vibrator, its cord and remote and a thigh strap. 

Yena drops the box and most items on the creme carpet when you put her chin between two of your fingers and tilt it up. She looks dreamy, you must have hit the spot to activate endless sexual possibilities and the urge to succumb to them right now. Honestly, you too have always wondered what it would be like to have a pet cat and now she is right here, ready to purr for you.

"What are you?” you ask, quietly, firmly, unmistakable power in your eyes. Yena melts in your fingers.

“Masters… good pet.”

“Very good. After I have opened up my present, I expect my kitten to get into character. Because that is what good kittens do.”

Without ever breaking eye contact, you begin to pop open the buttons of Yena’s overcoat until it’s time for the zipper to open up the curtains. In the meantime Yena loses her hat—maybe her mind along with it. You are in no rush to have her bare before you, after all, you left the world of haste and constant work behind. It’s time to indulge in this thrilling moment, feel every second of this new life.

“Wow, what a beautiful kitten I have,” you coo when you look at the skimpy stage outfit on Yena’s body, a radical contrast to the all covering black of her overcoat which is thrown behind the bed.  The shortest of white shorts and a crop top that barely fits her are all that’s left to hide Yena’s private parts. 

“Now, how about I give my kitten the proper accessories, hm? C'mon, get the collar.”

She is in a bit of a daze, your kitten, clumsily bowing down and reaching for the chain. Before she can straighten her back, you kick it out of her hand, and sigh deeply in disappointment.

“No, no, no, not like that. Get it like the little kitten you are.”

The kick had her stunned, hurt a bit even, but now she knows what to do. Teaching your pet how to behave properly comes first, before any fun tricks can be trained. Yena begins to kneel and crawls to the collar. She picks the leather handle up with her teeth and carries it to you. 

“Good girl, you’ve done very well.” Your praise comes with another reward. The tips of your fingers begin to scratch and tickle Yena’s chin and she calmly purrs, lays her cheek into your hand, fuck, she isn’t even cat coded anymore—

—she is living this.

“Kitten, I have many obligations, you know? Caring for Yujin is a handful too. But you, you’ll be a good kitten for your Master, won’t you? You’ll never cause me any trouble, right?”

Yena responds with rapid nods. From her point of view, you are doing her a huge favor, with or without the approval of Yujin. She thinks you are taking risks and loves you for it. Her devotion is only natural, so you happily offer her a couple of fingers to suck on. 

While Yena indulges in getting her drool all over your fingers, you get the tight collar around her throat. It’s a good thing that she already sent you this one, a different kind might not have been such a perfect fit. This one looks so natural on her and the thin chain is a great addition. 

"My kitten has fine taste. I think she deserves some belly rubs.”

If she had a tail, Yena would probably swing it around in excitement. She won’t go long without one, you already have plans of buying hundreds of toys for her—well, okay, these “plans” are just now forming, you’ll have to adjust the shopping list later—and a tail is at the top of that list. 

Purrs when Yena rolls over playfully, her arms and feet stretched away from her like paws and thanks to that crop top, you have perfect access to her midriff. The moment you touch her navel, she unexpectedly kicks upwards, right into your chest. A stinging pain, one you have to swallow down with a heavy gulp. That’s how they are, wild, young, untrained pets. 

Nevertheless, they have to be taught properly. A good punishment is an essential part of their training.

“Some lying pet you are!” you snap at her. “How fucking dare you kick your Master!" 

Yena wanted to make a deal with the devil, a deal to be your pet. Unlike Minju or even Hyewon, she wants to be your literal property, not your girl, property and not a human. The treatment has to match the deal.

You easily lift the petrified idol-turned-kitten off the ground and place her bend over on your lap. Yena’s cute, firm little butt is in your striking zone, while she desperately turns to face you. You hook a finger into her waistband and pull her shorts down to the folds of her asscheeks.

"Are you sorry, Kitten, for kicking your Master?” you ask Yena with a deeply judging tone. She nods with a deeply sorry expression. “Say that you’re sorry!”

“I-I’m sorry, Master. I was a dumb kitten.” Not enough meows in that sentence, but you will work on that later.

“What do you think you deserve now, kitten?”

“I de-deserve to be punished by Master.”

"That is right, kitten.” You barely touch Yena’s butt with the tips of your fingers, and she is already stiffening, readying for impact. To her surprise, your digits rather gently dig into her small cheeks and massage them in preparation. “But are you really sorry?”

“Yes, Master, yes I am—ah!”

The first hit always stings the most, to the point where involuntary tears stream down one’s face and lips quiver uncontrollably. You don’t let your hand rest on the red spot, instead lifting it up and striking again to make Yena’s butt sore all over.

“You don’t mean these words. I will have to hit you more.”

“N-no, please!” Yena tries to push her upper body up but you make sure to keep her down, pinned to your thighs. “Master, I really, really am sorry!”

Another slap, straight on the same spot, enough to make Yena squirm out a pained meow. In the ensuing set of a dozen hits, six on each beautiful ass cheek, your kitten winces more and more, like a cat hurt in the wild. It tugs at your heart strings, surprisingly, but you continue regardless. When the set is finished, your fingers travel down Yena’s creek to her pussy.

“Do you like to be hit, kitten?” you ask calmly, two fingers gliding across Yena’s labia, finding her clit. Yena purrs and shakes her head. “Do you think you need more punishment?”

“No, Master. Please, stop. I’ll be a good kitten for you. I’m sorry.”

Those dreamy, teary, glassy eyes—could they ever lie?

“I believe you.” A small pat on her head. “God, you are very cute, your hair is so silky and your little entrance is already getting wet.” You remove your digits and show the tiny strings of arousal that remain in between when you spread them before her eyes. 

You take your time, again, no reason to rush. Climb on the bed, watch Yena rest on her knees before it. A light tug at the chain and Yena gets it. Today, she’ll be allowed on the bed, just for this special occasion.

“Thank you, Master,” she purrs and you comb through the pink, smooth hair. You give her a final smile before getting behind her. Belts and pants have never stopped you from getting what you need, to the point you’ll probably disregard them entirely in the future.

This future in your home, with all these girls; Yujin and Minju already live there, Eunbi and Hyewon will surely follow. Chaewon is a wild card, probably a couple of sessions away from any commitment. And then there is Yena. 

Will she commit to being your pet full time? Or is this a one off thing for her, to get rid of all the sexual tension you feel on her soaked and hot pussy lips that graze your tip? The extent of her kink is still a mystery to you.

“Relax, my little kitten, here comes your favorite cock.”

How can she know if this is her favorite? It’s been ages since something this big and girthy has spread her open, pushed past any tension and made her feel full. Comparing this to those she had in the past is impossible—but not because of the difference in time or position or foreplay. 

The comparison fails because your massiveness makes Yena’s brain short circuit. All stages of humanity and human behavior are shut off; when your tip presses against her cervix, she goes straight to purring, meowing more than moaning.

Yena is incredibly tight, mostly because this is the first time she has something so big inside her, you assume, so you give her time for adjustments, slow movements, even slower rubs on her back, then her belly. 

"Let’s get rid of this.” And you do get rid of her top, see her small breasts jiggle, the tiny, hard nipples too, when Yena is ready to move on her own.

Her kitten butt moves in a mesmerizing dance, not only a linear back and forth, but a subtle shimmy from side to side. You get to see your cock glazed in her sweet juice, then it disappears in that cavern again. Up to this point, you’re just kneeling behind your kitten, undressing further and further, sometime pulling the chain to get her back into that doggy position—it seems that she likes the slow fuck.

“You are such a good kitten,” you groan and lean towards Yena’s ear until she can’t push backwards anymore. “What do you say, next time we’re alone, you get some ears and a tail?”

“Bu-but Master,” Yena murmurs, face now in the mattress because you start pushing yourself into her. “What about Yujinnie, your girlfriend?”

“Don’t you want to stay with us? Get head pats from my good baby girl too?" 

Don’t give her time to think about it. This revelation of your open and rather complex relationship might have been too early. So thrust harder into her and make the entire bed shake, her brain a useless mush. Yena’s toes curl as she bites the sheets below her and lifts her ass a bit higher for easier access. She gets wetter and tighter, a clear sign of enjoyment, of thrill that is soon to be bliss.

Without warning you yank at the chain. Yena chokes hard, quickly getting back into the doggy position which you immediately use to fuck her roughly against the backboard of the bed. 

The chain in your hand, the thought of a personal pet and its snug cunt make you greedy for your own orgasm which always comes before hers, however only in terms of relevance. Yena has finally adjusted to your width, length and the harsh grip you exert on her collar. She drools and purrs, until an ultimate, mindless scream leaves her mouth. Her knees begin to buckle as she cums on your length, that pistoning length, in and out of her cunt, completely disregarding her sensitivity.

"Oh, looks like my kitten is wetting herself. Look, you’re ruining the sheets! Such a dumb little pet.”

Yena doesn’t even hear the taunting. She holds onto some pillows, then the backboards, as you applaude her for the resilience by fucking faster and making the pelvis on ass sounds louder and louder.

“Me-me-meow~” Yena’s irises disappear in her head. The idol has fully become your kitten; in due time to you surrendering to the tight grip of her cunt by cumming. A day’s worth of semen, directly into her womb, and you tell yourself that she is safe today. She has to be, otherwise she wouldn’t have agreed to your dick inside her.

“Ma-Master, so much,” Yena breathes and her paws try to remove all the sticky hair from her sweaty face.

“You better not spill it on the sheets, kitty. Keep it inside your pussy, all of it.” You pull out and immediately get up close with the pink snatch. Yena clenches her muscle, trying to force her pussy to stay shut.

“So, so much—I can’t ho-old it!”

With that said, Yena loses some of your precious cream. She just lets it fall out of her in an incredibly lewd display that has you smiling at her embarrassed expression. In a scramble of genius and horniness, you find the bullet vibrator and shove it inside Yena’s cunt before she can ruin more of the bed. Her ensuing moan is music to your ears.

“I guess my kitten is not yet potty trained. We need to change that as soon as we can.

"Wouldn’t you agree?”

---

Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue: Welcome aboard, human

Story Prologue with Male Reader

Credit: @worldsover​ and @midnightdancingsol​ for editing. Thank you a lot!

Inspiration: I had a vague dream. This is the result. Send a lot of requests so I can have even more idols to write about. This part only focuses on the story, but every part can be enjoyed without knowing the whole storyline (I hope).

TW: Perhaps dub-con, kidnapping

“Linguaggio. Sprache. Language. Eon-eo. Gengo.”

A never-ending cycle of predominantly foreign words slowly pulls you out of your slumber, your dizzy head forcing you to stay motionless. Your narrowed eyes scan around the room, but surrounding darkness hinders your ability to spot anything except for a tiny blue lamp that blinks every time a new word is added by a robotic voice. This is not your room, and you’re definitely not lying on your bed, rather a plastic plank bed. You try to gather yourself and remain calm. Your memories should have the answer, but the constant stream of words interrupts every train of thought. A heavy sigh.

“What the fuck?”

“Language detected: English. Please wait; a worker will arrive shortly.”

The machine—or speaker—switches to a menacing voice; its plea sounds like a threat. The lamp now glows in soft green, noises similar to rising elevators start to come from everywhere. With a newfound sense of urgency, you raise your body and get your feet off the hard plank. As soon as you touch the ground, though, the light switches to red, and a real threat comes your way.

“Please, remain seated. Walking without the permission of higher authorities is strongly prohibited. Order.”

“Calm down, calm down,” you whisper in defense, removing your feet from the cold, sleek surface. “Can you at least tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Questions can only be answered by workers. Please wait; a worker will arrive shortly.”

Suddenly, all the background noises come to a halt. The new silence is tense, and the seconds come and go very slowly. A shrill hiss pierces the tension, and two sliding doors open, letting a little white light into the darkness. The room is a lot bigger than you initially expected: the opened door is at least forty meters away from your current position. A human-like figure glides through the new opening and speaks with a strong, masculine voice:

“Brighten the lights little by little. We don’t want our friend to be unnecessarily frightened. Order.”

With this command, the whole ceiling luminates sluggishly. It is one enormous lamp, shining white and at last, you get to see the vicinity: A square room, fifty by fifty meters at the minimum, covered in aseptic white tiles, only interrupted by the now-closed sliding doors. In front of your plank bed—also completely white—sits a smooth, futuristic-looking table—white, of course—but for you, the machine on top is more interesting: a foldable screen, opened like a book, the small lights on its top like piercing yet dead eyes staring at you.

“Your sleep took forever, which is why we are under a lot of pressure. No time and a lot to do, so let’s get right into it. I am your supervisor for the next couple of months. My name is none of your concern, just call me Worker. Please state your name.”

You sit there dumbfounded as Worker’s rapid stream of words finally comes to an end, and he sits down at the table, facing you, expecting your response. His face feels generic, like a computer designed the features of a middle-aged man and just used the most normal looking person in the world. Nothing on him seems special or interesting, but  his superior attitude and agonizingly stressful tone irritate you.

“Uhm… no? I’m not going to say my name. I want to know, what the fuck is going on and where I am. Maybe I’ll tell you then,” you respond with a mixture of annoyance and sleepiness. If this is a prank, the expenditures must have been ridiculous and unnecessary; If this is an abduction, the setting and entry don’t make sense; And if this is a dream, it has to be incredibly lucid, because you can even smell the scent of raspberries in the air.

Worker rubs his eyes in frustration and sighs. “I have a deal for you: I’ll tell you everything, give you proof of everything, and it will be fast. Absurdly fast. If you don’t interrupt me and listen carefully, all of your questions will be answered at the end. Do you accept?”

You squint your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths. Rejecting seems imprudent, but can his words be trusted? Maybe the real prank is just about to begin. Might as well go with it.

“Sure, I’m all ears.”

“Excellent. You are a human from the planet you called ‘Earth’. I, on the other hand, am not a human. My species is from a very distant planet, travelling through space for thousands of years to find other highly intelligent organisms. Consider yourself lucky: Your species, ‘Homo sapiens’, is rather impressive, which is why we decided to take a couple young specimens for further analysis. We know that you humans are skeptical; however, this should convince you that I am telling the truth.”

Worker raises his right hand above his shoulders and within under a second, it transforms into a paw, then a tentacle, then a wooden stick. Mouth agape in shock, you see him grow to three meters, four meters, five meters, until the top of his cranium touches the ceiling. Did someone drug you?

Worker jumps over the table with frog-legs and returns to his humanoid form. He grabs your shoulder when you try to back away.

“We are shapeshifters, and we follow the orders of the ‘Great Oracle’, although your human words cannot comprehend what she actually is. Her greatness is heavily done injustice with the human word ‘Oracle’. Pathetic. She was the one who designed this spaceship, a vessel so unbelievably large, no one has ever even seen one percent of it.”

He turns you around, towards the one wall you always had your face averted from. Again, it is plain white, but your view changes drastically: Like shutters, the white wall moves upwards, disappearing in the ceiling, and Worker whispers in your ear:

“Welcome aboard Spaceship: Horizon. That is Neptune, by the way.”

It sure is Neptune. The navy-blue gas giant fills almost a quarter of the newly- revealed window, while the rest is typical outer space darkness with shiny dots, just like you would see on Earth. The stars are the same; at home or here, their age-old light shines down on you. Or they are a vicious lie, like everything else.

“Our plan was to conduct all necessary tests on your kind in six months and then send you back, with wiped memories and a remarkable expense allowance. You humans are into gold, diamonds and colorful paper is what I’ve heard, but some things were miscalculated. The device that should have put you into a two-day slumber was actually too strong: some of your kind woke up after a week, most after two weeks, and in rare cases like yours, they slept for a month. We lost a whole month!”

He slams a lion’s paw onto the table—his transformation really is instantaneous—and scratches the surface a little, but the damage does not remain. The table repairs itself.

Your breathing is getting erratic, a sense of danger arises within you. Imagine all the experiments they might do on your body. Horrendous torture, physical, mental, emotional scars appear before your inner eye. A fight-or-flight response is just about to kick in, but then the scent of raspberries hits you again. Your tensed muscles loosen immediately and all the fear flies out with your heavy breaths.

“I know this is hard on you, but it’s  also hard on me. The higher-ups put a lot of pressure on our division. But you don’t have to be afraid: You are not a slave, I’m more like your boss. The current memory loss you suffer from is not permanent. After our work here is done, we will use a back-up of your entire mind to renew you.”

You should be outraged, your screams should cut through Worker’s words or at least panic should overtake your body, but no. You are millions of miles away from home and that is true. Aliens have abducted you and they talk in English, and that is realistic. And you can’t even remember your mother’s face, and that is fine. It’s like the now penetrant smell of raspberries is making you content.  

“Ich glaube, wir haben ihm zu viel verabreicht.“

Worker speaks a different language, probably his mother tongue—although it sounds earthy—while he faces the machine that bossed you around minutes ago. A short draft of air around your head, and you don’t dream of the red fruit anymore. The new air is dry and a little too cold for your taste. The alien turns towards you again, a sly smile on his fake features.

“Now, my human friend, let’s get to it. For your information: we are part of the procreation division. The ‘Great Oracle’ is really interested in the reproduction of all living creatures and human reproduction is a step above the rest. It is something special. Our species thinks we understand the normal process, but there are so many facets we don’t understand. You call them settings, preferences, kinks. None of us can comprehend these things, so we need you to show us.”

Exhausted, Worker falls backwards, and butterfly wings  suddenly appear to catch his fall. His posture—reminding you of a fallen angel—signals that he is done explaining, so after a few seconds of silence, you speak up:

“So basically, I was abducted by aliens, my memories stolen, accidentally put to sleep for a month… is it even a month on Earth or some extraterrestrial bullshit?”

“I converted everything so you can understand it correctly. You slept for thirty-one days; 151 days are still left.”

“And for these 151 days, its my job to have sex in different ways?”

“And with different females in different locations.”

You scan the room again, then pinch your thigh a little. Yes, you are awake. This is not a dream. It is only now that you realize your clothing: Perfectly fitting and extremely comfortable trousers, and a pullover with soft cushioning inside, all in black, except for the letters “PD” printed on them multiple times in orange.

“PD? What does—”

“Procreation Division. I have a badge right here.”

“Look, Worker,” you quickly respond to shut him up. You turn your head around to look at the beauty of Neptune for a second, your mind trying to decide amidst confusion, fear, and absurdity. Probably unexpected for Worker, you strike bold.

“I’ll do it, but only under some rules.”

“Now we’re talking.”

“First off: All of the women have to consent to whatever I’m about to do.”

“I can arrange that. Go on.”

“Secondly: Only girls that have lived for at least 18 years.”

“Oh right, you humans have a moral barrier for that. But I can also manage that.”

“Last but not least: I will pick them myself. The girls. All of them.”

Worker lowers his head for a moment, while playing with his fingers. You tremble a little because maybe your boldness went too far. After all, there are no guarantees for you. They could throw you out into space, send you to real torture chambers, and someone else would gladly take your position. Sex as a mandatory job is not even that bad.

“Helfer, setze einen Vertrag auf. Seine Forderungen werden akzeptiert. Frage in der Zentrale nach einer Liste von allen weiblichen Personen mit der größtmöglichen Anzahl an Informationen.“

The book-like screen activates, a contract appearing on both sides, and the lamp that greeted you now shines in a bright red. Still in shock by the sudden, unintelligible words, you move away from the screen, your feet touching the ground.

“Please, remain seated. Signature required.”

The menacing voice returns and like a reflex, your legs shoot up on the plank.

“It’s okay, he is allowed to roam freely in this room from now on. I’m sorry for Helper’s overreaction, he is usually quite useful. For example: Lay your hand on the screen and the contract is signed. We need to get to work!”

Breathe. Raise an arm and gently touch the glass with a finger, then your whole palm. The contract disappears, replaced by a list with names and faces. It’s all girls aboard Spaceship: Horizon in alphabetical order.

“So? Who is first?”

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 1: Unexpected

Male Reader x Honda Hitomi

Length: 2300 words

Tags: teasing, rough, missionary, degredation, cock-hungry!Hitomi

Inspiration: An anon ask and Hitomis “All Hands On Deck” performance

Credit: @worldsover​ and @midnightdancingsol​ for editing and saving my punctuation. Thank you!

Spaceship: Horizon Series

“I think I struck gold with you. You are very creative.”

Confused at Worker’s sudden compliment, you lower your gaze to the white tabletop. The color’s cleanliness irritates you with every passing hour. You want something dark, something real, something dirty. With your boss’s approving nods, it will take no time.

“Thanks, I guess? It’s something simple for a start, but maybe you don’t understand what the deal is.”

“I don’t have to understand it. Only she has to.”

“The ‘Great Oracle’?”

Worker removes his fake glasses with fake hands, and his eyes of a hawk stare at you. In a moment’s notice, he fully returns to human form and grabs your right shoulder. A new mixture of fury and contempt in his green orbs.

“Your language is inept. It can never explain to you what she is. I despise it.”

“I… I get it. Sorry.” Your stutter barely above a whisper, you look at Helper’s screen, trying to change the subject quickly.

“The setting I proposed, is it even possible to reproduce? I mean, I only drew a layout and—”

“You underestimate us, human. Everything is set up right at this very moment. It will start in a matter of minutes. On the screen is her written consent. All I’m waiting for is your signal. Are you ready?”

The mistrust for your surroundings, this alien, and his words will never fade. You are sure of that. But if Worker’s words were true, then you would live in the greatest of all wet dreams, the envy for most men. And the girl you picked is actually very cute. With a final sigh you give a thumbs up, a light scent of raspberries—again—lingering in your nose.

“I’m ready.”

#

You pull at your dark blue tie for a last time, then fiddle at the hem of your expensive suit. A slight hint of nervousness on your usually determined features, not because of the occasion, but because of the majestic design of the hotel’s entrance hall. Acacia wood, perfectly polished planks covering the floor, while the crimson red walls and restrained lighting add to the cozy yet imposing ambience.

Quick steps of black leather boots towards the check-in counter. The only other person in this lobby: A woman in a white blouse and black skirt. The outfit is a normal sight for you, most women working at high class establishments wear similar clothing. What is out of the ordinary is her face with her adorable puffy cheeks, an innocent smile, and bright, hopeful eyes, finished off with long strands of blonde hair, partially resting on her small shoulders.

“Good evening, sir. How can I be of your assistance?”

Place your black suitcase on the counter and try not to stare at the gorgeous little woman in front of you. She looks so small and pure that you feel an urge to protect her, hide her from the evil world outside. On the white fabric above her chest is a pin, the name on it: Honda Hitomi.

“Hello, Miss Hitomi. I have booked a room, number 104 to be exact.”

She hides a chuckle behind her hand, then gestures towards the hallway. Just like the lobby, it is a mixture of red walls, dark brown parquet, and dim lighting, though its surprising long length makes it less snug and more formidable than your current room.

“Room number 104 is the last room on the left. The painting opposite of the bed is very underrated in my opinion. I’m sure you will love it, it’s beautiful. Follow me, please. I will open it up for you.”

You smile in approval of her offer. As she walks before you—small steps in white high heels—you can’t help but eye her hips again and again. A cute butt, hugged tightly by the black skirt, but you feel embarrassed by your brain’s reaction. She is just an adorable receptionist, no need to think weird things. You need to focus on work.

“Here you go, sir.”

Hitomi’s quick spin around catches you by surprise; your gaze still rests on her lower body, and she definitely notices. Look at the ceiling, red color—like the walls—now on your cheek. She forces the keys to your room into your slightly sweaty hand. From the corner of your eyes, you see an unidentifiable gleam in her face. Is it contorting in disgust? Is it twitching in embarrassment? Or is there a hint of lust and need in those big orbs?

Hitomi licks her lips with the tiny tip of her tongue. You turn to the door, a stronger heartbeat heaving your chest up and down. Is it too late to escape her? From behind you, the clacking of heels on wood, then a raspy whisper:

“I’ll see you later.”

Storm inside the hotel room as Hitomi storms down the hotel hallway. Her feminine voice, bordering a moan, still lingers in your ears. You tear off the necktie but breathing still is a challenge. Suit and shirt come off, but even bare-chested, all you can do is pant like a pathetic dog. While shoving trousers and boxers off your legs, you waddle to the bedroom and jump on the bed. Your boner-fueled haze has complete control over you, stroking your erect shaft turns to number one priority, so that the beauty of the room only slowly comes to your attention. You stop your sinful act with a gasp of surprise. The painting Hitomi mentioned is right in front of you, and it is enormous. The gorgeous scenery covers most of the wall. A sunset, on an abandoned island, with a beach, palms, and orange waves. Three colors dominate: The sky, ocean and shore are orange, all shadows cast are black, and only a couple of leaves are dark green. Minutes, maybe even hours seem to pass, but all that matters is the beauty of those colors in front of you. Still stroking yourself to full hardness, you don’t notice someone entering the room.

“Hello there, si—oh my God!”

Half-gasp, half-scream escapes Hitomi’s mouth, and you flinch as hands try and fail to cover your massive erection. No words from you, just panicked breathing. Hitomi’s change of style adds to the chaos in your head.

A black, full-body costume, silver chains dangling down. But there is no time to inspect her outfit further. She charges at you, pushes your hands away from your crotch, and grabs your cock with thin and elegant fingers. Her other hand pinches your chin and forces you to look down at her.

“Holy shit, Hitomi.”

Not so cute anymore. Formerly wide-open orbs are now half-shut, an unbelievably sexy sparkle in them. Bright red lips smirk, showing mischief and lasciviousness. And with her mouth slightly agape, every breath looks like a silent moan. Hitomi turned from the cutest receptionist you ever saw to a needy slut stroking the cock of a man she just met.

“A handsome face, a quick look at my ass, and this huge dick. Visitors like you are my favorite.”

She wraps a hand around your nape and tries to pull you down onto the bed on top of her, but she is too light. You lock eyes with her, and all you can do is stutter:

“Hitomi, I… is this okay? I—”

“No more words. Just fuck me.”

Her raspy whisper again. Blood rushes to your crotch, and your member could not be harder. Hitomi tears her costume off, its sparkle disappearing somewhere in the bedroom. You revel in the sight of her delicious body: small, perky breasts above tight abs and a tiny clit, not a single hair obstructing the view. Self-produced juices on juicy legs. She lays down on her back, letting you see her holes; both have had their fair share of usage, but her pussy still looks tight.

You don’t care anymore. Position yourself in front of her entrance and align your throbbing erection with it. She spreads her knees further apart, drool running down her cheeks, just like wetness runs down her ass cheek.

“Inside, please. Sir, please.”

A swift push, slick heat on half of your member. It evokes a shared groan, deep and high in tone. Hitomi touches her midriff, collecting sweat from her abs with one hand, while the other rubs circles around her clit and occasionally touches your abdomen, tracing your abs in envy.

The erotic sight of the picture that is Honda Hitomi makes you pump, slowly you pull out, even slower, you push in, halfway. The picture of Hitomi is more like a video: wet sounds mixed with girly moans are necessary for the full experience.

“Sir, you are so big. I think—aah—you can move faster now.”

Don’t let that suggestion go to waste. Use more of your body to grind her into the sheets. Her hands, covered in whatever slick she collected wherever, caress your back and scratch it the moment you push three quarters into her. Hitomi was tight before, but now she clenches down onto you with so much force, you stop your pumping. A yelp escapes her shivering lips as her lower lips produce more lubricant.

“Oh God, fuck. That wasn’t all of your cock? How fucking huge is it!?”

“Still a quarter left.”

“No way! Fuck. I don’t think—ah—I can take it all. You might split me.”

Lean your head down to her ear, groan while pulling out an inch and whisper with a vicious smile: “Hitomi?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“You want all of it, right? You want your insides crushed by this massive, throbbing cock, right? You want to cum on it, right?”

“N-No. It won’t fit.”

You pull out another inch, she whines and slaps your back with weak hands. Stronger hands, your hands, grab her puffy cheeks, flushed red and massage them. Her needy eyes and wide-open mouth show confusion and panic, an urge to ruin them further overcomes you.

“When I saw those round cheeks, I thought you were a cutie, innocent and pure. Turns out you are so cock-hungry, you would take something way too big.”

Hitomi’s torrid cunt relaxes the longer you massage her, and without warning, you remove your shaft entirely. Before she can do anything to adjust to the lack of stuffing inside her needy heat, you pin her shoulders down and move very close to her face. With mockery in your voice, you growl at her.

“I bet you hate not controlling me, Miss. Every guy falls for your lovely facade, your sudden shift to a slut and your amazing body. But I realized you need this inside you.” 

You slap your massive cock on her clit three times, and every time, she whines louder while tears roll down chubby cheeks.

“I’ll finish myself off in the bathroom.”

You raise yourself up, ready to leave a baffled Hitomi behind, but she grabs your thighs, face near your shaft and starts crying. When you try to move, she grabs harder and cries more, droplets of salty tears visible on your coated dick.

“Say it, bitch! You fucking whore, I want you to say it.”

“P-Please, sir.”

“Yes, slut?”

“I want… all.”

Rub your tip on her adorable cheeks. “That’s not a sentence, Hitomi.”

“Fuck! I want your whole cock. All of it!”

With immense urgency, you turn her light body around, part her shaking legs, and push forward. Only half, and the tiny blonde already spasms and moans, three quarters and she is on the edge again and then, you give her your all.

Do you break her insides? Does she piss herself? Does your brain work? While facing immeasurable pleasure, they don’t matter to you. Hitomi’s violent legs kicking around you and her nails digging somewhere into your skin don’t matter to you. Her deafening screams while you ravish her insanely tight pussy don’t matter to you.

It’s a whole workout pulling out of her and drilling back in. Her cunt will now remember your shape forever, every vein on you a new nook inside her. She seems to orgasm every time you push in because the fountain of her juices makes your legs feel like they’re in a jacuzzi.

Pound faster. Hitomi’s face is a crazy mess. Makeup would have looked good. Pound harder. You never touched her ass. Grab a cheek; they are soft pillows. Pound mercilessly. Standing, you might have gone even deeper, but missionary was the right decision.

You chase your own climax and pull out at the last second. No strokes needed, you climax across her whole frame: From temple to sex, you finish the canvas, white on white. You regret not even touching her breasts for a second, but you collapse on the ground. Hitomi’s moans, pants, and whines suddenly sound cute. Then you pass out.

#

“Sorry, Worker. I think I overdid it. I used more kinks than we agreed on.”

Honest guilt for what you did. You should not have enjoyed yourself so much.

“That is not a bad thing. The more you can squeeze in, the better. I await your report in two hours and new plans in five hours.”

Workers face looks satisfied but also stressed. He flies up—with wings of a bat—towards the exit.

“Wow, that’s not enough time. I need more time to write a report.”

“I did not set those deadlines willingly, the Great Oracle tightened our schedule. If you don’t want to write a report, you have only one other option.”

You sigh. Anything but writing a report about your furious pounding session with a cute girl. Anything but reliving moments one can only understand in complete lust.

“What’s the option?”

“We’ll record your sessions from now on. That’s the option”

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 2: Cumming Home

Male Reader x Myoui Mina

Length: 1978 words

Tags: apron and kitchen, ass worshipping, everything ass, wife!Mina

Inspiration: Anon request and Minas enormous ass

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ and @ggidolsmuts​ for proof-reading and editing. Thank you!

Originally posted by writerpeach

“It’s completely up to you. The female is fine with it by the way.”

“I don’t know. I’m torn.”

It’s the truth: You are torn. Something about being filmed during sex disturbs you. The decision would be easier if you liked writing just a little bit more but forming words to explain your relentless pounding is a pain in the ass. You look up at Worker: He reads the report you wrote. It took you way more than the given two hours but made the time up by quickly putting together a layout for the next session.

“I really, really recommend you let yourself film. The report is barely acceptable,” Worker says, his voice serious and his eyes locked onto yours. With a subtle motion of his fingers, he taps and slides on Helper’s screen and suddenly the air is similar to that of a raspberry jam factory. You know it all too well, and now, those thoughts that are not your own return. They are fine, however.

“I just don’t want the scene to be ruined because cameras could make the situation awkward. Otherwise, I’m okay.”

“It won’t be.”

“Why are you so certain?”

“Do you accept?”

More, more and even more raspberries. It’s so obnoxious, even the white room looks deep red. In the corners at least. You shake your head a little and take heavy breaths. The sweet fruit’s scent is starting to suffocate you. Now you know what it truly means to speak in a raspy voice.

“Yes. It’s okay. Film us all you want.”

A cunning smile appears on Worker’s face, a snake-tongue parting his lips and coating it with spit.

“Fantastic. I’m certain you won’t notice the cameras again.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean by ‘again?’”

He ignores you completely and turns towards Helper. His laughter is disgusting, the language incomprehensible.

“Er hatte keine der sieben Kameras bemerkt. Die Menschen überschätzen sich maßlos.“

#

You studied hard to get an excellent degree and it paid off. An almost perfect score in a renowned university, your road to prosperity was paved.

You worked hard to rise through the ranks at your firm and it paid off. Money, respect, and a lot of envious colleagues were testaments to your success.

You fought hard to beat anyone and everyone and it paid off. The tournament of your favorite sport ended in a grandiose victory.

But the real victory, the only blessing that matters was the woman by your side: Smart, talented, beautiful, ambitious, dedicated, and—most importantly— completely in love with you. Nothing brought her more joy than your calming presence, your unrelenting devotion, and your loving hugs. She even put her own career on standby to be a stay-at-home wife.

And every time you returned home, suitcase in one hand, groceries in the other, she already waited behind the front door patiently. And when you opened the door, she attacked you with an embrace so fierce, you would stumble and fall, all of your stuff spread around the driveway. Mina truly was the perfect wife.

But today, it is different. To your surprise, the door is already slightly open, sizzles and hisses audible. Of course, Mina cooks for the two of you, but she would always stop; even in the middle of something important, she would run out and at least tackle you and smother you in quick kisses. Not today. Today she stays in the kitchen and fills the house with the delightful smell of her cooking.

“Honey I’m home. Are you in the kitchen?”

A rhetorical question, sure, but you just want a response from her. Maybe she forgot, but that’s borderline impossible. Worries start to fill your head, ranging from idiotically stupid—like someone broke in and is waiting to ambush you—to painfully realistic—like Mina slowly grew tired of you working so much and this is the first sign of the beginning of the end of her never-ending love. What would be worse?

No response, just continuous sizzling and roaring of the extractor. With cautious steps you approach the door. It’s wide-open, but you refrain from just walking in. A peek will have to do. With a slight tilt of your head, you take in the view.

Oh, and what a view it is. Mina stands at the stove stirring rice and vegetables in a pan, clad in nothing but a white apron that fails to cover her gorgeous body, with medium-sized breasts visible from the side.

Her side-boob is not the main reason your jaw comes crashing down into the basement, however; it’s her huge ass sticking out from underneath the bands holding her apron secure. You know that her bottom is big—you’ve seen it quite often and love to dig your fingers into the soft flesh—but right now it looks bigger and fatter than ever before. Fat is the right word for this monstrosity on her backside.

Drool drops down, so do your suitcase and bags. Mina definitely hears them when they hit the floor—she already heard the gasp you let slip when eyeing her for the first time today—but she does not turn to you. All she shows is a smile on her delicious lips.

Hasten to loosen your belt, tear pants and boxers off, don’t even bother with your shirt. Even as you walk behind her, she ignores you, turning off the stove and shuffling pans and plates. You have enough of her games and lower your face to her bare butt bouncing bashfully before eager eyes.

Mina tries to be subtle, but even the slowest shift of her feet is noticed by you, she purposefully spreads her legs further apart. When they form a gap big enough for your head, you dive in between, silky thighs snug against your ears, and gaze at her beautiful sex that’s already soaking wet.

Such a naughty wife has to be punished, so you blow at it lightly. Mina finally reacts, her knees quiver and cute moans escape her, barely audible because of all the other noises.

Pull your head out and position yourself straight behind her. Stick your other head into her entrance and position her bent-over a free countertop. Her enormous ass makes it hard to put your full length in, but both of you are content with how it is, aroused groans providing palpable proof.

You start with slow pumps. The ripples on her ass are mesmerizing, her toned back and messy hair add to the picture. This picture is a completely new side of hers and you bask in what she will reveal in the future. Thrust faster and she clenches down.

“Fuck, Mina. So wet, yet so tight.”

These mumbled words might not show eloquence, but Mina is even worse: She only yelps and squeaks, during harder thrusts she moans helplessly. You grab her hair into a make-shift bun to pull her upwards, mouth to ear you whisper:

“Since when is my wife so needy? Didn’t I fuck you last night?”

You try to remember last night, but it feels like there is a blockade in your memory. Frustrated, you take a handful of her right ass-cheek and knead it. Mina feels inclined to answer through heavy whimpers:

“You did. It was good, but—ah—I want you to praise it more.”

“Praise what more?”

“My butt. I think… I want you to love it more.”

That is probably the easiest thing she could have wished for. Some wives ask for luxurious bags, golden jewelry, or a new car, but Mina just wants her perfect ass to be done justice. Let go of her hair and massage the copious amounts of flesh with both hands.

“God, it’s so huge. Like a giant peach, I want to bite and smooch it. The shape is perfect, and my hands feel like kneading dough for my favorite cake. I fucking love your ass, Mina. Thanks for keeping it fit.”

She giggles a little, but your repeated pounding rhythm has her in moans once more. The compliments make Mina produce a lot of juice, which is why you can pick up the pace again. The waves on her round buns could be the inspiration for poems, but hazed compliments will have to suffice for now:

“Mina, your cheeks are so perfect. Big enough to be my sleeping pillow. I’ll promise to never use another one. I don’t even want to look at other women, they never stack up to you. I love it!”

Euphoria, and your hand slaps down on it. The hit was not hard, the sound of skin-on-skin still very loud, but not coming close to the sound of Mina screaming as she gushes over your cock. Waves of cum stream out of her pussy onto her legs and your balls. What a feeling to bask in like you do in her juices.

You pull out and kiss apologetically on the spot your hand slapped her. She whimpers as your tongue licks circles on her skin, each lick must be stinging in both pain and pleasure. Grabbing her thighs, you steady your position as Mina pushes her rear into your face more and more until you can’t breathe anymore.

The amount of ass you have to consume distracts you from those jiggly thighs which should arouse attention on their own—your priorities are already set, though. Mina does not hold her moans back. Each of them is part of a symphony, and your tongue is the conductor baton. With a severe lack of oxygen in your brain, you decide to give one last musical highlight.

You lick quick circles towards her puckered hole, rimming her for a second and ramming your tongue inside. A gasp of shock, then seemingly endless streams of liquid gush out of her pussy, the same way the curses from her mouth do.

Shock her even more by standing up and fucking into the still leaking hole. Your shaft relishes the return to those tight, velvety walls. It only takes a couple of heavy thrusts before your orgasm finally finishes your workload. A load is also inside Mina, as she whines from the overstimulation and your massive cock. The latter leaves after the last spurt of semen.

“Oh God. So huge.”

Shaking knees force her to fall into a puddle of orgasmic mixtures, mostly self-produced by her. You don’t have the stamina to move your legs, but your voice still works just fine.

“Sorry, Mina. This whole situation is still so absurd.”

“What? Why are you sorry? That was the best thing that happened on this ship.” Long pants interrupt her sentence. She smirks through it and points at your flaccid cock, still wet and sensitive from recent usage.

“It’s impressive. You should be proud.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you reply, feeling a sense of pride. It’s the first time you have a somewhat normal conversation with another human aboard Spaceship: Horizon. Your head scrambles to find useful questions to ask the girl you just pounded in a fake kitchen. Everything seems awkward near Neptune.

“To be honest, I woke up just a couple of hours ago. Nothing makes sense, yet I’m ‘working’ here.”

“Yeah, I get you. I woke up way earlier. All of those aliens were very stressed out because a lot were still sleeping. I had to work extra shifts because of it.”

“What’s your job?”

“I work in a kitchen. Like a huge kitchen, for a ‘king’ or something like that. Our boss is very strict. He allows very little human-human interactions during work. No talking, no gestures, no written messages, no attention.”

“No attention for your ass?” You chuckle at your own response, and it turns to full-blown laughter when Mina hides her flushed face while being naked and dripping cum.

“Your ass is great though.”

“T-Thanks.”

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 3: ??? - (ft. two idols, same group)

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 3: Lawless

Male Reader x Eunha and SinB

Length: 2377 words

Tags: rough hate sex, toys, edging, threesome, degredation, mistress

TW: non-con, rough hate sex, degredation, toxic relationship

Inspiration: Anon ask and @iznsfw​ “Crybaby”

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ for editing and proof-reading. Thank you so much!

“Is it normal for humans to talk after mating?”

You stop writing the script for the next scene and give Worker an irritated frown. His eight spider eyes are focused on a couple of big screens at the wall. With all of your willpower you try not to stare at Mina’s ass, visible from every angle. Those aliens know how to hide cameras. Raspberry scent keeps your feelings in check. Otherwise, you would feel embarrassed at the sight of your naked self, also visible from every angle.

“Mating? We are not animals, even though you treat us as such.”

“I know how you can see the difference between you and a dog or a cow, but in the end it’s all just mating.” Worker pauses the tape, and the screens vanish into the wall with a swift spin.

“I’d prefer you to not call it like that.”

“And I would prefer you answer my question.”

Annoyed, you stand up and stretch a little to gain time. Your answer should be thoughtful. A heavy growl, not the first one of today, catches Worker’s attention and he looks at you with obviously fake concern.

“Are you hungry, human? Answer my questions, and you can eat whatever you want. I even ‘bought’ some non-synthetic earthly food.”

“I guess it’s more common than not that we talk a little afterwards. Especially after we have been deprived of normal conversations for months or when we like each other a lot.”

“Good boy. Here is your reward.” Worker snaps his fingers and all the big white tiles on every wall turn around, each of them a piece of a puzzle and the final picture: A neatly designed apartment with a kitchen, living room, bathroom, and a king-sized bed.

Your eyes open wide and finally, your nose picks up a new smell, of freshly- steamed vegetables, hot rice, and juicy chicken. Worker turns his hands into long tentacles. They grab plates, pans and cups and prepare a banquet right before you.

“Eat, quickly, and drink this cup of tea, your workday is not over yet. The Great Oracle made clear that you should produce with more commitment this time. Otherwise, the results will be unsatisfying and the consequences unbearable.”

“I don’t get you aliens, I don’t get this whole Oracle stuff, but at least she got it right this time,” you say, ready to stuff your mouth, while Worker walks off. His angry mumble falls on deaf ears.

“Sei auf der Hut, Mensch. Erzürne das Orakel nicht, es könnte dich deinen Verstand kosten.“

#

You sit on your large leather couch taken straight out of a porn setting and watch TV. The smell of unwashed dishes, old Doritos and cheap deodorant permeates throughout the cramped living room. Everything about your apartment sucks—it’s small and old, plaster falls from the walls little by little day by day, and the furniture is almost nonexistent. On a normal day, the TV turns off at 8pm, on a good day, the water runs without issues, on a great day, all three of your light bulbs work. It is not a good day.

The announcer, filled to the brim with excitement, screams at the top of his lungs, but you turn the volume down until his enthusiasm is only a vague whisper. You let yourself fall into the worn-out yet soft leather cushions and stare at the ceiling of dark brown wooden beams, brittle and probably in danger of collapsing. No one would want to live here, which is why you are here.

Your whole life, you were always on the run. A crazy ex-girlfriend was the reason two years ago. You had to flee from her obsessive behavior and unbearable horniness. It was only natural.

Then you failed your finals, and it wasn’t even close. You felt the disappointment of everyone around you build up and so you left. Family and friends, your social life was a cage. It was only natural.

Now, it’s the police. They caught you on camera—your scheme of stealing poker chips from the casino was clever yet flawed. The security footage was explicit enough to warrant a warrant, so you ran. It was only natural. 

The distant honking of trucks fades completely. Even without windows, you know that it is closing time in most factories now. A calm evening, maybe it’s Friday, your favorite day. Anyhow, you decide to crack open a cold can of beer.

But the second you put your guard down, heavy hits against the front door freeze you on the spot. Shit. Maybe the original owner wants to claim their property. Maybe someone heard noises and wanted to take a closer look. Maybe it’s a misunderstanding and you can brush them off with a polite smile.

All of those would be solvable. Luck is not on your side, though.

“Mister, please open up! This is the police. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

The familiar voice of a woman. She does not sound like a police officer, but you don’t risk it and stay put. Another wave of hard hits.

“Mister, we know you are in there. Open this door now!”

She is trying her best to be intimidating, but it has no effect on you. It all feels like a prank to you. Might as well watch it unfold. The door will not hold them up for long anyway. A strong pull and the bolt will break.

And it does. You duck behind the back of the couch, peeking a little over the edge. Two shadows stand in the doorframe, cautiously creeping into the chaos of your living room. An audible gasp escapes your lips as you eye the taller one. It does not go unnoticed.

“Finally! I found you.”

You can’t run away this time. With quick steps she tackles you onto the couch, her fierce hands almost at your throat. Her police uniform looks like it was stolen from the ‘Mr. Saxobeat’ music video: a lot of cleavage, loose sleeves and a belt wrapped around her small waist. While looking deep into your eyes, her crotch painfully presses on your ribs. You feel a wet patch on her stockings.

“Oh God, babe! I missed you so fucking much. Now, you’ll pay for what you’ve done.”

“SinB, I—”

“Yes babe, use my nickname again, babe.” She smiles. It’s the same insane smile you remember from back when SinB, your former lover, fell into obsession and refused to let you leave the house without her.

She cups your cheeks with the same hands that tied you to chairs or bed posts so that you would be her obedient toy. With Viagra pills forced down your throat, your cock became willing for her.

She kisses your lips. Those same lips made every emotional drama with her a little less painful. She was so overwhelming and dominant; you couldn’t help but submit to her.

You believed that all of it—her smiles, hands and lips—was in the past, but now they have returned with a vengeance. Suddenly-handcuffed hands above your head show you that she has reclaimed you. Although you don’t want it, you can’t resist. With tears in your eyes you feel SinB’s tongue ravish your mouth. Without warning, small hands grab the hem of your sweatpants and yank them down. Your boxers follow suit; your ex-girlfriend’s favorite plaything is revealed.

“M-Mistress? He is ready.”

After SinB breaks the kiss, you eye the second person, a blonde, small girl, with a similar fake police outfit. No cleavage, but her cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dot her adorable forehead and her stocking-covered legs quiver. For the first time you notice a constant buzzing sound coming from her crotch.

“Well done, Eunha. Now, take that filthy rag off your slutty body.”

SinB grabs into her pocket and the buzzing gets louder.

“B-But Mis—”

“Do it, you fucking bitch!”

Tears run down Eunha’s face as trembling hands open the tight belt to let the uniform glide down on its own. Except for her stockings, she does not have any underwear to cover her slim sexy body. SinB has her hand still in the same pocket, probably pressing buttons that evoke contorted faces from the smaller girl. You eye her cute little tits with hard nipples and SinB notices. She gives them an angry hit and Eunha shrieks in pain.

“This is my little toy. Her name is Eunha, but that is not important. Important is this,” SinB moans as she strokes you to full hardness. Her vise grip makes you groan. How can her soft hands be so merciless? The wet stain on your T-shirt grows.

“Babe, you have to help me decide: Does she deserve to cum? She has been growing less and less obedient throughout the day.”

Glance at the shivering Eunha. Pleading eyes, hands digging into her thighs, and liquids pooling underneath her. She mouths ‘please’ constantly. You nod at SinB, and she giggles:

“You are such a softie. Very well then.”

A shuffle in her pockets, an intense pumping of the vibrator and a high-pitched scream of relief play out in a matter of seconds. If it weren’t for the soaked stockings, Eunha’s climax would have fired the vibrator at your chest, but it stays in place and overstimulates relentlessly. She breaks down onto the big couch, through hefty moans she tries to speak:

“T-Thank you, M-Mis—ahhh—Mistress.”

SinB grabs her hair and pulls her directly above your face.

“Don’t thank me, bitch. Thank your new co-owner.”

With her tongue sticking out and drool leaking on your face, Eunha mumbles:

“T-Thank you, Mas—oh God, I’m cumming again!”

Before punishment hits her, you close the distance to her lips and kiss her passionately. Maybe it’s foolish, but you just can’t help it—Eunha is just so cute and hot. 

The vicious sex offender on top of you does not let it go lightly, however. With angry hands she tears off her police costume and rips her stockings just below her hairy pussy. A shout of hatred hits you with the force of a sledgehammer:

“Oh boy, you’ll regret this! I will fuck your soul out! You will die inside of me!”

She slams down on your cock with her whole body-weight. Your hip bones feel like they are about to break and your shaft hurts inside her tight heat. If it weren’t for the handcuffs, you would stop her attack. Immediately after bouncing on your cock, SinB cums and her juices flow onto your testicles. She tries to stay focused on fucking you. Every slam, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck. Die, boy! Die for me! Fuck, this—ah.”

A short moan and a second orgasm hits her. This time she spasms and loses control. You look at Eunha and she understands your desperate wish. As quickly as she cuffed you, she releases you.

Don’t waste a second and take control of your life back by pushing a light-headed and stunned SinB off your erection. But it’s not enough. You have to pin her into the black cushions, her shoulders in a powerful grip. The gaping hole between her creamy thighs makes her cry and flail whatever she can.

“Babe, please. I need it! I love you.”

“I don’t. I hate you. You made my life miserable. You are a rapist.”

“I’ll never do it again, I promise.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure of it.”

Shift her a little, then piledrive into her pussy with your full length, reaching hitherto-unknown parts of her walls. SinB would’ve probably yelped, moaned and screamed, but Eunha’s crotch covers her and her messed-up features.

“I don’t want to hear her,” she whispers in your ear, while caressing your face. It is only now that you feel your own tears, probably messing your own face up.

“Me neither,” you say, your voice hoarse and whiny. Eunha initiates another kiss, sloppy, yet healing for your torn soul. Meanwhile, you pump slowly in and out of the fucked silly SinB. You can’t differentiate between her orgasms and she most likely can’t either. She is just a beautiful body with a useful hole—shaped by your member.

Back then, you were her toy, just a big dick she could enjoy whenever she wanted. Now, she is the toy, just a fleshlight, brain too fuzzy to have a normal thought—It would’ve probably been just ‘sex, sex, sex’ anyway.

And as you cum inside her, tongue still swirling in Eunha’s mouth and your moans muffled by the same, you realize that the scene went completely overboard. This part was not planned but you don’t regret it for a second, not even with the little cramps in your crotch. Pull out of the kiss, but not SinB’s pussy. It’s just too good.

“You two are amazing. I didn’t know everyone on here could act.”

Eunha’s look of confusion fades slowly, realizing the session is over.

“Well, you were pretty good yourself. Although, SinB’s performance was scary. She is usually so kind, always helping me and the other girls.”

“Oh yeah? What do you do for those alien bastards?”

Eunha rests her arms on your shoulders and sighs.

“The six of us clean engine rooms. And those engine rooms are so fucking huge. Like a kilometer long or something. It’s so hot in there, we sometimes throw our clothes away and have steamy sex. SinB’s tongue is the best.”

Eunha grinds a little on her friend’s face, her face contorting in pleasure and yours in laughter.

“I get it. Well, at least you are six. I’m alone with my boss, Worker.”

“Worker is your boss too? Or are they all named Worker?”

“I think it’s the latter.” Your arms wrap around Eunha’s back and you pull her into another kiss. Unlike SinB, she is gentle and loving, her tongue never overwhelms you, but it starts a soft dance of flesh-on-flesh.

You gaze at her beauty and speak into the kiss:

“You are so fucking cute, Eunha.”

“Thank you. Now,”—Eunha shifts a little, her cheeks fully red, then starts grinding on the face beneath her— “I want to cum on this beautiful little slut.”

Spaceship: Horizon - Interlude (ft. an SM Idol)

Spaceship: Horizon - Interlude: Lucid Dream I

Male Reader x Giselle 

Length: 1592 words

Tags: handjob, thighs, blood, playing with cum, crazystalker!Giselle

TW: blood, violence, non-con, stalking

Inspiration: “Lucid Dream” by aespa (amazing Song); also anger

Credit: Thanks to @V1ntrix @ggidolsmuts​ and @midnightdancingsol​ for saving this quick mess!

“You are extremely infuriating to work with. Your talent to portray concepts and ideas is sufficient, but you have to force yourself to stay on script. If you deviate even further from the original plan, my analysis will be incomplete, and you will have to help me with it.”

From the corner of your eye you see Worker pointing at the screens. He is telling the truth: The script was way simpler than what actually happened. For someone who is not familiar with strange human kinks, it might even be incomprehensible. You can accept that, but what really annoys you is Worker’s superior attitude, his arrogance towards humans and his belief that his species is more intelligent. They should be able to grasp such a scene, if these fucking aliens were as great as he claims.

“For example here: Why are you on top now? Why is she saying these things?”

“Look, Worker. I’m sorry. I’ll try my best to stay on script from now on, okay? I really, really need some rest now. This day is easily the weirdest one of my life and your explanations at the beginning were nothing short of misleading and unclear.”

The alien looks at you aghast. He stops his plethora of hands, paws, and hooves as they move away from the pedals they operate, the screens they swipe or the tea they brew. In a matter of seconds, the whole room, except for the large, soft-looking bed, is reset to it’s plain white look. With a loud thud Worker drops onto his chair, all of his limbs disappearing at the same time. A sad, almost desperate sigh from his lips takes you aback:

“It’s embarrassing for me, for my whole species. Logical problems, mathematics, physics, it’s all so simple and understandable. But I can’t comprehend this. Something about human intercourse is just… exceptional, overwhelming even.”

You stare back with your tired eyes wide open, stunned at this sudden display. What a weird thing to say for the alien. Worker slowly rises from his seat and walks over to you, a now-human arm tightly wrapping your shoulders to spin you in the direction of the blue planet outside the window. The beauty of Neptune and slow words of Worker soothe you, and together they have you nodding without so much as a second thought:

“You are tired, meaning, you want to sleep, correct? Fine. I will make sure you can rest a couple of hours. We have developed a ‘technique,’ so you don’t have to worry about the effectiveness of your sleep. After you wake up, we will work until the Great Oracle is satisfied, understood?”

“Okay.” A little nod, then multiple arms carry you into the king-sized bed. The soft cushions, probably even softer than Hitomi’s cheeks or Mina’s ass, make you gasp. The sheets smell of blueberries rather than raspberries—so much better than the black couch SinB fucked herself onto you.

“Good night, human.”

#

Vivid pictures of tight abs, wide hips and drooling faces start to mingle, and then suddenly blur into darkness as you rouse. Your eyes dart around the room, the cold grey beam of the moon your only source of light. Confused fingers search for the light switch, but it is not near the door. It’s seemingly nowhere.

Then, the shrill sound of shattering glass. The only window is in pieces—a rock now lying in between transparent fragments is the reason. Immediately, the cold winter breeze hits you. A small shadow starts to climb through the new hole, the sharp edges of broken glass failing to halt her advance. A familiar whine, you freeze on the spot.

“Giselle, what are you doing? Why are you here?”

Your voice breaks and sweat forms all over your skin as you see her up close: bloody arms, thighs and clothing. In her right hand a big shard of glass draws more blood out of her slender body, yet she only grasps it even tighter.

“Why am I so attached to you? All of these scars are nothing compared to what you did to my heart. But finally, we are reunited.”

Giselle was your classmate back in high school, but the two of you were never really close. She was extremely shy and mostly avoided your presence. On the day of your graduation ceremony, however, she unexpectedly pecked your cheek while everyone was saying their goodbyes. She ruined the relationship with your girlfriend, she damaged your reputation, and then she started stalking you.

“No, don’t. Go away! I want you to stop!” Your screams are futile, as is fighting back. With the shard of glass at your throat, Giselle forces you into backing up against a wall. The sharp object moves upwards and caresses your jaw and lips, making little, burning cuts. Red runs all over your face, as she scars your forehead and cheeks.

“Why am I so attracted to you? Yes, your face is gorgeous, but a lot of men are handsome. No, it has to be something else.”

Her free hand glides down your side, stops at your hip, and grabs the hem of your sweatpants. Meanwhile, the glass ruins you further. The pain on your face grows unbearable and you start to sob. Salty tears run into the bloody wounds on your cheeks, and you cry even harder. A vicious cycle of pain.

“P-Please, I beg you. This hurts so much. Please.”

Your pleas are raspy and almost completely mute. Maybe it reaches her ear, but her mind is too far gone. Two pairs of eyes meet and for the first time, they lock. No insanity in her orbs, just pure, unbridled lust. A yank and your manhood is exposed to the cold air.

You both gasp in unison when she wraps her hand around it and to your misfortune, the red-stained shard slides into your cheek, deeper than she probably intended. Giselle stops your imminent scream by dropping the torture device and slipping four fingers into your mouth. You can taste her blood.

“I’m so sorry babe! That one was too much, but you can’t scream. We haven’t done it yet.”

The river of tears and blood grows stronger as you choke on her long fingers. The incredible amount of pain and the growing fear of death make you lose control over your feet and hands, the latter lamely holding on to Giselle’s pullover. A laughable pose. She pays no attention to your begging and starts to stroke your cock. It hurts, but in a manner different than the scars littered across your face. 

“Every time you left me, I didn’t know what to do. I was alone in class. I could feel the other students stare at me and say mean things behind my back. You were not there for me even though I gave you my all. This is my reward. I deserve this.”

Your shaft grows in her grip, the strokes stop hurting, and your head turns dizzy. Is it the blood loss, the fingers partially blocking your breathing, or is it the incoming orgasm her soft fingers are teasing out?

Giselle is really skilled in mixing different movements together: Sometimes, she rubs the skin underneath your head, just to tease your pre-cum leaking slit; Sometimes, she pulls down in one swift motion, just to loosen the tension painfully slow; Sometimes she jerks you off with a fierce corkscrew twist, just to stop and start over.

There is no escaping her. She will get her way and reason cannot bring her back. If you want to survive—although it is unlikely—you have to play her game. And if it weren’t for your mangled face, this would actually be worth it.

“G-Giselle, I think I’m—”

“Cum, babe, in my hand.”

There is no way of stopping your orgasm. The second you erupt—shooting spurt after spurt of your load into her hand—she removes her blockade from your mouth. You scream at the top of your lungs, but it sounds like a whine and a groan merged—you feel absolutely pathetic.

Giselle does not pay attention to your sounds. With mesmerized eyes, she plays with your semen—squelching it between her fingers, scraping it off of her clothing, and then smearing it on her face. Her tongue flicks at the drops that slide down into her grin.

“I just can’t stop loving you. I’m sorry about your face, maybe it will heal one day. Probably not. The more important thing is this.”

In the blink of an eye, her pants are gone, and she sticks your semi-erect dick in between her soft and creamy thighs.  The juices from her leaking entrance make the stranglehold slick and warm. Your mouth is agape at the amazing sensation. 

All of the blood is gone, just like the thing you once called a mind. Random flickers, pictures and soundbites is all there is left.

“I don’t know what else to say. You drive me crazy.”

“G-Giselle. I’m d-dying.”

“That’s okay. I’ll quickly squeeze a child out of you.”

Enter her pussy—exit life.

#

White light, white ceiling, white room. A male voice in the distance.

“Ich begreife es nicht. Warum ist es so unwiderstehlich? Etwas in mir will noch mehr haben. Ist das eine Sucht? Ich kann nicht mehr aufhören daran zu denken. Ich brauche es.“

White mattress, white sheets, white pillow. A female voice from a speaker.

“Dies ist der Anfang vom Ende. Wir haben gefunden, was wir angestrebt haben.“

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 4: Healing

Male Reader x Kim Minji

Length: 2295 words

Tags: mommy kink, subby reader, thigh fucking, oral, a lot of love, mommy!Minji

Inspiration: In desperate need of a hug; also Minji being a mother

Credit: @worldsover​ and @midnightdancingsol​ and @ggidolsmuts​ for editing, proof-reading, inspiring. Thank you!

“You are awake, finally.”

Worker doesn’t know that in actuality, you had been awake for painfully long minutes, trying to get a grip on reality and process the most lucidious dream of your entire life. Every cut she placed on your face still hurts you, every word she spoke still startles you, and every stroke of your cock still bothers you. At least you are still alive and know that Giselle does not exist.

“Did you sleep well?”—you shake your head in uneasiness, but he ignores you—“A few minutes ago, I received splendid news. The flames of passion inside of me burn stronger now than they ever did. On planet Earth, you have something comparable: A promotion.”

You would care more about Worker’s change in attitude—he speaks very joyfully and excitedly—but the aftermath of being mutilated by an insane stalker leaves you in more shock. Shivers take over your body again, and you wrap in one of the white blankets. The alien leans down to you, searching your gaze and finding empty eyes.

“Are you not happy for me, human? Ungratefulness seems prevalent with your kind.”

“I should be grateful? For what? This crazy, god-awful dream?”

New limbs come into existence and Worker recites the notes he is taking:

“Schlechte Träume nach einer halben Dosis ‘Heidelbeer-Ruhe‘. Erbitte Änderungen.”

That’s the last straw for you. In a sudden outburst you start throwing everything you can grasp into the wide room, mostly soft pillows that could not hurt anybody. You wish they would.

“Oh, come on. Fuck you! You fucking aliens with your stupid language and fruit gases and sex obsession! Fucking weirdos.”

Your curses and rampage end when Worker uses anaconda-arms to restrain your entire body; even your jaw is held in place:

“This day has been magnificent for me; you are not going to ruin it. I will even show you my generosity and gratefulness at the end of it. This is an offer you cannot refuse, human.”

The threat is corroborated by determined, evil eagle eyes, piercing your own. There is no way you can escape. You are lucky that Worker is in a good mood or else the slippery snake-skin would have certainly squashed you.

With all of your might, you squeeze out a word of acceptance—“O-Okay”—or rather submission to the will of the extraterrestrial being. He smiles devilishly and puts you down:

“Two concepts, two videos. Get to work. Now!”

#

Your life has always been a streak of bad luck: A torn family at the start, with no parents, grandparents or siblings caring for you; Then, a hellish school life with indifferent teachers and cruel classmates; And now, a harsh boss and terrible coworkers that bully you, day in, day out.

The thought of fighting back never crossed your mind. It’s just not who you are. You would rather cry at home after work in complete solitude than fix your problems. But even the longest streak must end, and yours did just a month ago.

A woman, stunningly beautiful and a bit older than you, moved in next door and noticed your swollen face after you had bawled on the way home. Without saying a word, she carried you inside, cooked delicious food, and tucked you into bed. For the first time in your life, you felt loved.

It turned from a gift to a normality, and now it’s a necessity for you. Kim Minji grew really fond of you too, which is why she gladly played the part of the loving mother, for which you were so desperate. But it did not stop there.

“Minji, I’m home,” You enter your apartment, your feeble arms drop your suitcase and jacket, and tears come down in streams and mess up your face. Minji, cleaning your living room like she always does, drops her broom and runs towards you. A swift swing to close the front door, a gentle wipe to free your cheeks, and a warm embrace to heal your heart.

“It’s all right, Mommy is here. Everything is going to be fine, okay? Please, don’t cry,” she speaks, her voice softer than clouds. However, it has the opposite effect. You wail even louder, face buried in between Minji’s shoulder and neck. She might be smaller than you, but surrounded by her motherly arms you feel tiny and weak.

You would have hit the ground with a loud thud, but the woman holding you is stronger than she looks. She catches your fall and with all the care in the world, she takes you to the old couch, and you both fall into a pile of clean pillows, laying side by side.

“Why are you so sad? Tell me please. Mommy is so worried.”

Never ending the hug, Minji pulls back a little to see your face, but you quickly look away, not wanting to show her your swollen features. Through the blurry corner of your eye, you spot her pouting in frustration. Nothing in this world is cuter than her pout, but it would leave you in shambles if she started to cry. Her being sad is worse than you being sad.

“I-I just, Minji, I’m sorry. I just got fired.”

Her hands stop caressing your back and grip into your work attire. Minji’s face is in shock, which breaks your heart a little more. But you don’t have time to sink further into sorrow, because she quickly straightens your body and pushes you into the back of the sofa. Her voice is raspy, reeking of desperation and fear:

“Why? What happened? Oh, baby.”

“My coworkers wanted to prank me and downloaded porn on my desktop, but I caught them red-handed. I didn’t want to let it slide, so I walked to my boss, but he was in a bad mood and just screamed and yelled at me. At the end of it he fired me, ‘immediately and permanently,’ he said.”

Your spoken words, true yet incoherent, force your trembling lips open. Snot, sweat and tears drip onto your tastebuds. Like a potion of death, their mixture leaves you frantically gasping for air, while you see your life crumble. You hated your job, but it was your only source of income. Now, without money, you fear losing it all: The apartment, comestibles and—above all—Minji.

Said woman stops the hug, then uses a handkerchief to clean your face and you can finally see her gorgeous smile again, without tears disturbing your sight. Sadness and love merge in this smile and it soothes you more than a million dollars ever could. Her hands stroke your messy hair, then travel downwards to cup your red, puffy cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby boy. Mommy is here.”

“Thank you, Minji.”

She strokes your cheek. “Mommy.”

A flush on that cheek. “Mommy.”

There was a time when social conventions prevented you from using this pet name with Minji, but you already started weeks ago to not give a damn about what other people would say. She never was your real mother and she never will be your real mother. And this fact pleases you.

For a brief moment, Minji buries your head in her chest. Her heart pounds rapidly as her bodily temperature rises. But she doesn’t let you get accustomed to the feeling of her soft breasts. With no hurries or worries, both of you rise from the couch to take a seat at the small dining table.

“I made your favorite food, so let’s eat first.”

“First? And what is second?”

Minji is smiling again, but this time you see a glimpse of lust sparkling in her eyes. In a deep seductive tone she whispers her answer:

“We will have some fun for dessert.”

Before you fully understand her intention, she raises a full spoon to your mouth. You hesitate for a moment, she opens her mouth—“ah”—and you reluctantly follow suit. This is getting a little too embarrassing for you, but as the delicious food hits your tongue and an irresistible eye-smile hits your eyes, your heart gets hit with overwhelming love.

“Good, baby boy.”

Minji leans over the table to pat your head, and you surprise her by meeting her half-way. Lips crash on lips and you lick hers quickly before she can back away with a pink blush on her pale skin.

“Baby…”

“Mommy’s food is delicious, but Mommy’s lips are better,” you say in a playfully stupid voice. Minji’s facial expression is somewhere between dour and ecstatic; she tries to hide it behind her hands, but doesn’t fully commit. The seconds tick by slowly, and you revel in the feeling of her lips, still vivid in your mind, while your lips still consume the delightful meal.

One extremely fast motion and Minji seemingly teleports to the bedroom door, and opens it. Barely-understandable words leave her mouth:

“Dessert. In five minutes.”

#

Not a second too late, you open the door to the room you used to spend hours, days, years in solitude, to find a beautiful woman underneath your blanket, warming the sheets. She wears a loose, white shirt and you know without seeing it that she wears nothing else. Lustful passion overcomes you—every piece of clothing gone in an instant—and gently, you start laying behind her. In this spoon position, you can feel her soft skin with your dick.

“That was naughty of you, baby boy.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy.”

“You had a rough day, so I’m gonna let it slide,” she finishes her sentence with a low moan. A shift from her thighs and your erection slides in the tight gap between them. Hot, smooth and slippery from her pussy juices. At first, you hold back your voice, but the second her thigh-muscles tense up, you groan loudly.

“Oh God, Mommy!”

“Don’t stick it in yet. Watch how your tip peeks out from my legs when you thrust.”

Throw the blanket somewhere into the dark room. Your connection is now exposed, and you hear Minji’s loud breaths become even louder. They turn into moans as you start pumping your hips. Move back, and you see only your cockhead, then push in, and you see a couple of inches of your juice-covered cock. The sensation leaves you speechless; every attempt to form words ends in groans and whines.

“Does Mommy—ah—feel good around you? Do you feel Mommy’s hot pussy?”

Indeed, you do: Her wet folds are like railways for your adventure through  Thighland and the sound of her girlish moans every time you graze her clit are a Song of Healing. All of your worries, you fuck them out through her thighs. It turns you needy for more of her body. In a sexual frenzy, you tear open her shirt and grab her bouncing breasts, another source of soft skin. A scream of surprise:

“No! Bad boy! No pussy for you tonight.”

Minji pushes you out of the spoon position onto your back—sitting on your lap, cock in her gap—and starts moving on her own. The pleasure of her thighs fucking your rock-hard shaft leaves you paralyzed. Every muscle in your face contorts at her mercy, the friction exceptionally greater in this position. Your orgasm is inevitable and if it wasn’t for her gap feeling like heaven, you would mourn not cumming inside of her.

At the last second, however, the drooling and moaning mess that is your Mommy, pushes your cock into her cavern. With both pelvises colliding, two heavy orgasms are triggered. You feel like ten liters of cum are sucked out of your balls and fill up her tummy, while Mommy just spasms through her climax.

Minji collapses onto your heaving chest, you feel her sweaty back and search for her lips. Constantly interrupted by pants, you hum your gratitude into the kiss:

“Thank you, Mommy.”

After a minute of passionate making out—Minji’s tongue still exploring your mouth—you come back to your senses. Your plan worked; the nightmare’s glooming shadow no longer enshrouds you in darkness. Your plan for healing worked. Satisfied, you break the kiss—a cliché string of saliva connects you with this beautiful woman.

“In the pictures, you did not at all look like a mommy-boy. But I was mistaken: You are so needy.”

You both chuckle.

“Well, I didn’t know it either, but I just—wait a second: What pictures?”

Minji’s face of confusion is adorable.

“The pictures of you and this thing.”

She backs off and your flaccid cock, along with a wave of cum, flops out of her pussy and onto your crotch.

“Very impre—”

“You saw a picture of my cock? Like, when the request came?”

Another face of confusion, as Minji cleans your sensitive manhood. You whine.

“Yeah. I read the script and I was so ready to do it. Just me and a cute boy with a huge dick. No working in gardens with thousands of others, climbing millions of trees. No apples and pears to pick up, no younger colleagues to get under control, no aliens to pander to. Just this.”

A sequence of strong sucks at your testicles follows her words. The revelation leaves you aghast. Worker has a lot of explaining to do. But right now, you savor a pink tongue that cleans your crotch of your white fluids.

“But you know we are being filmed, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Mommy, you really are needy,” you jokingly say, after moaning softly at the sight of her dripping pussy hovering above you.

“I wish this would stay in me,” she whines and sits on your abdomen. A fierce, lusty look in your eyes; a needy, servile look in hers. It’s settled then.

“Ready for round two, Daddy?”

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 5: Lazy but Laid

Male Reader x Luda (WJSN)

Length: 2368 words

Tags: slow sex, public sex, clothed sex, no talking/just fucking, needy!Luda

Inspiration: @writerpeach​, a living legend!

Credit: @midnightdancingsol and @V1ntrix for editing and proof-reading. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

“It brings me no joy to say this, human; but I have to be honest.”

Your face shows grave concern as you stop pouring another cup of black tea—the only thing that keeps you awake nowadays. Worker fiddles with a remote and pauses the multi-angle video of you and Minji. His face looks severely annoyed, as well as—to your confusion—rather hesitant. With utmost caution, you adjust your seating and get ready for a barrage of harsh complaints, but after Worker’s sigh, unexpected words reach your ear:

“You, you actually did exceptionally well. All the higher-ups—even the Great Oracle herself—are pleased with your work ethic, productiveness and the unique results. She explicitly told me to praise you, so please: Feel praised, human. You just got a blessing from the greatest being in existence.”

You find it hard to tell if Minji’s beauty or Worker’s words stunned you more. Nonetheless, you are speechless and almost fail to keep a straight face.

“T-Thank you, I guess. Not to sound pushy or cocky or anything, but you did promise me something. Generosity and—”

“Gratefulness, I remember. I will keep my promise after your working day is over.  Do you have a scenario in store with less talking?”

Worker’s complete change in attitude towards you, and his more pleasant tone of speaking leave you baffled. Is this really the same person, the same alien you met the other day? Has he been replaced? With their ability to shapeshift, you can never be certain about these things.

But you have no reason to complain yet; it could all be for your benefit. Worker’s curious eyes follow your finger tapping and swiping at Helper’s screen. You pick a girl—short and cute—and hope she likes your idea.

“Less talking? How about I try no talking? Not a single word.”

“Do it. Please.”

#

A public lawn concealed by bushes and trees was your destination of choice. A sanctuary, quiet and undisturbed, completely opposite of the loud club across the street. It’s not like you hate clubs or their loudness, but today—like the last time, or the time before—every single of your flirtatious attempts was met with rejection. Even your usually-unlucky friends found partners with whom they can dance or chat or fuck. You on the other hand were alone again.

Knowing that the streak of “not-getting-laid” will continue, you left the brutal noise that tormented your ears for one-too-many hours and ran across the filled parking lot. Just enough distance to not let the subwoofers pierce your eardrums.

The night is still very warm even though the summer sun is nowhere to be seen. You like this feeling, being outside in public, without anyone to see your loneliness. It makes you feel cozy, and you are able to relax a little, although the thought of not getting any female company still bothers you. But somehow, luck finds a way for you. 

A small girl stumbles out of the front entrance of the club. Even through the branches of bushes, across the parking lot and street, you can still see severe annoyance on her pretty features. You get an even better look at them when she decides to walk in your direction —angry step after angry step clearly audible for you.

To say that she’s pretty is an understatement: she is gorgeous. From the top of her head to the tip of her chin, an adorable, yet feisty looking face. From underneath her chin to her small waist, a white crop top above her chest and an amazing midriff. From her wide hips to the tip of her toes, long legs, tightly wrapped in black jeans and grey designer shoes. 

You feel yourself getting hard at the sight—especially because she decides to stop right in front of the bush you peek through and starts to pull down the straps of her top. She does it very casually, until her nipples peek out above the curled-up fabric. Suddenly, she pulls out a cell phone and starts posing.

At first she strikes cute poses—a pout, a smile, a kiss. Then she activates slut mode—a wink with a lip bite, a stroking hand with lustful eyes, a suck on her fingers with lots of drool.

The white top now only covers her abs, her tits fully exposed. You want to use this sight to get yourself off, but it is almost impossible to sit atop leaves without making a sound. One shift is too much. The leaves crackle as you pull down your pants, and the girl gasps. She puts her phone away and enters your hideaway. A hand that just took pictures of a slutty face with exposed breasts now timidly hides her small mounds.

You cannot escape. Your gaze locks onto hers, pants and boxers down at your knees. The dry grass underneath your hands gets covered with sweat of fear and slight embarrassment. Your half-erect dick throbs a little because it is clearly visible in a mixture of moon and streetlight. A belated gasp from her, a big gulp from you.

All of a sudden, pressing your back onto the ground with her tiny hands, she starts to lie down next to you. Both of you turn to face each other and start going at it. Tongues invade opposing mouths like they are tired troops on enemy territory and create a mess of saliva which coats cheeks and grass.

Sloppy sounds for a sloppy make-out session, both of you moan and groan at the long-awaited release of stress, sexual-tension and solitude. But the kiss never goes extreme; it is all just lazy licking and sucking with no real power or purpose. Both of you don’t even bother using your hands to stimulate the other. The feeling of being desired keeps your cock and her nipples erect.

You don’t even know her name, you have never spoken a word to her, but here you are, giving her jaw slow kisses while she hums. With a sluggish motion, she rolls on top of you, your shaft now stuck in between the white, messy top and her hard, twitching abs. They were probably forged in a nearby gym, endless hours of hard training, just for a lucky stranger like you to admire them.

And you do admire them—after all, the tip of your large cock rubs along every single muscle. She flexes and relaxes them from time to time and it works as continuous stimulation, especially when her red lips add to the experience by sucking at your neck. Only three sucks per minute though, everything else would be lavish.

However, even a sloth has to eventually move to not get eaten by an attentive predator, so finally you use a hand to caress the covered thighs of the small woman. The fabric of her jeans is nice, but there is no way in hell that they are close to the real thing. A delightful purr from her, as she stops her barrage of licks on your collarbone and moves back to your lips.

When you try to enter her crotch through the top of her pants, her tiny hand slows you almost to a halt. Of course, it has to be slow, you think. Why speed up something that feels so insanely pleasurable? You could waste your entire life by lying beside this beautiful stranger. At the end of it, you would even know her name without her having to say it. Stupid thoughts you think, as you slowly crawl down her abdomen with gentle fingers.

No hair above her folds. Her clit is as hard as your precum-leaking cock that’s currently covering her gorgeous midriff with said fluid. You touch it with utmost care, but she still jolts at the sensation and falls of your heating body. She uses her hand to guide you deeper and even opens a button and the zipper to give you better access to the promised land that is her pussy. Finally, the feeling of loneliness leaves your body entirely. This is really happening.

Your middle finger touches her swollen pussy lips. You start to stroke them, slowly up and down and she does the same with your shaft, making you groan into her neck. Somehow, you resist the urge to slap her sex and pound her mercilessly, but it is impossible not to insert a finger into this tiny slut.

It is only now that you realize that your eyes were never focused on anything since she jumped through the bushes. Most of your other senses have been stimulated throughout this extraordinary session, so it is time to examine her beauty once more.

With deep growls from your lips every time the skin on your cock is pulled back by her, you take a deep look into a glowing red face. The tip of her tongue sticks out, drool leaks from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes glisten at the stimulation of your finger curling inside her heat. A whiny moan when you stop for too long indicates her approaching fall into a violent climax.

You push her over the edge. Two fingers penetrating her viciously, as screams of ecstasy hit your ear, and fluids of pleasure cover your hand. Her tiny body spasms against yours. For some reason, she glares into your eyes the whole time. Maybe she is angry at your sudden thrust, or she is thankful for finally cumming?

This girl is definitely a squirter, you think, while licking the pussy juices from your hand. She joins in while girl-cum still spurts out of her and moans interrupt her every suck on your joints. The taste of her juices is fantastic and unique; sweeter than honey, with a fruity aftertaste. You decide to go for second servings.

She does not expect your free hand to replace the emptiness in her cunt, so her body arches back when you enter with three fingers. To your disappointment, she relentlessly fights her second orgasm and bites her own wrist to not moan. But all of her attempts are futile, as you start to move your head down, and suck at her hard nubs and fiddle her small breasts.

The second eruption is even stronger. You didn’t even need to pump into her. A seemingly endless stream of delicious fluids gushes out of her slutty sex, and you try to collect as much as you can in the palm of your hand and drink it passionately.

The ahegao face in front of you and extremely cute moans from this adorable girl inspire you to make this night unforgettable for her. You slide her pants to her knees and place your cock in front of her wet entrance. She came so hard, resisting is not an option anymore. Or at least you assume this after an incredibly sexy lip bite of hers. 

One stiff rod, one hard thrust, one long gasp, and everything turns to one overstimulated orgasm for her. She cries in pleasure, tears of joy run down her blushing cheeks, and her trembling arms find your back for a deep embrace. Each sound that leaves her mouth is confirmation for you that cumming is everything she wants and needs. What a slut!

You don’t have to move. The tiny girl fucks her tight cavern onto your massive cock herself, and you revel in the overwhelming pleasure. You couldn’t care less about the fact that you are still in public, and that people are in the parking lot right now. They can hear the wet slaps of crotches meeting repeatedly. They can smell the sweat and cum of hot sex. Hell, they can even see her dripping cunt milking your cock. It does not matter.

With a loud growl, louder than the subwoofers from next door, you bust a massive load deep into her pussy. Your balls push everything they ever produced through your throbbing dick and lightly inflate her tummy. A needy whore like her is most likely used to a hard pounding. If not, she can probably never walk again.

All of your limbs stop. Everything stops. Just cum and heavy breaths come out into the open. The wind brushes through the surrounding wildlife. Muffled voices of disgust, the honk of a car, the flash of a cell phone camera.

#

Worker smiles like a child that just received the best Christmas present of all time. You on the other hand pout like a child that received a pair of socks. If it were up to you, you would have fucked Luda for another five hours and afterwards cuddled and talked a little. It was a waste to only use her for this scene.

“I have to say, I am once again impressed. You mostly stayed on script and put a little twist on it. I found an outstanding talent.”

Confusion on your face. This “new” Worker is very weird. Maybe he has ulterior motives and wants to make you think that he is happy and thankful, just so he can test or torture you. You decide to play along for a little.

“Thanks for the compliment. Are we done for today? I still have some layouts here—”

“No! Do not show me any layouts or scripts. You will not have to work for a little longer. There is a lot of planning going on behind the scenes, which is why you can take a ‘vacation.’ I still expect you to stay here and be creative. Just no mating for the time being.”

“It’s called sex. I’m not an animal.”

“I’m sorry. Of course not, dear human,” Worker sarcastically says while bowing the head of a Velociraptor lightly. At this point his transformations are so common, they don’t bother you anymore. Just like the scent of raspberries.

“So, is this what you promised me? A vacation?” you say, a little disappointed, because you still cannot leave this room on your own. Worker shows his excitement in form of a smirk and points at Helper’s glowing screen:

“This is my gift to you. I hope you like it.”

Spaceship: Horizon - Season Finale: The Star in Space

Male Reader x Miyawaki Sakura

Length: 4985 words

Tags: blowjob, deepthroat, cock worship, praise kink, riding, gaming, starstruck!you 

TW: a little self degradation 

Inspiration: @writerpeach @kpopflorxl @ggidolsmuts @kaedewrites @nsfwmaemi and all the other amazing IZ*ONE writers out there. This is for you, this is for the Discord. I hope you like it.

Credit: @ggidolsmuts, @midnightdancingsol, @v1ntrix​ for editing, proof-reading and helping me in general. Thank you!

 

“This is my gift to you. I hope you like it.”

Your jaw comes crashing down to the floor when you see a familiar name on Helper’s screen. With a hasty tap on it, your assumption is confirmed, and your jaw drops a level further. You manage to stutter:

“M-Miyawaki Sakura?! T-The real one?”

“Japanese idol and model. She has millions of supporters, which is why I hoped that you might know her.”

“Know her?! I fucking love her! She is so gorgeous and stunning and—”

Before you completely lose yourself in a fanboy-frenzy, Worker puts his hand on your mouth—he is probably right to do so. But it is only natural since she is an icon and your first-ever celebrity crush. The amount of money you spent on her music, pictures and merchandise was so ungodly that everyone you knew, from your parents to your classmates and even a sales clerk had urged you to control your Sakura-shopping sprees, but you continued until you got interrupted—by aliens kidnapping you.

“It pleases me to see that I selected the right present for you,” Worker says while slowly removing his hand, letting you breathe again. “I am certain your face will turn severely red in excitement when I tell you that she already signed this contract of consent.”

A swipe on Helper’s screen and immediately, your eyes grow wide, heart skipping a beat, and—just like Worker predicted—your face blushes all over. A battle ensues inside your body: Your lower head tries everything in its power to produce any setting so that you can quickly start to pound your one and only ultimate bias while your upper head tries to comprehend what just happened and starts to spread doubts, worries and fears which start to torment your heart.

What if this is a misunderstanding? What if she is disappointed? What if she thinks you’re just a lusty simp? What if you completely mess up the scene? What if—

A sudden, heavy yank at your shoulders, and your thoughts momentarily vanish when Worker uses a deep, soothing voice to gently talk to you:

“It seems like my calculations were correct. Uncertainty fills your brain with an seemingly infinite amount of thoughts. It is rather impressive to us, why your most important organ would behave in such a manner, but I am going off topic. I bet I can free you of those worries that bother you right now, okay?”

Since when does Worker act like an experienced, loving friend that cares for your well-being and offers solutions? This 180° change in his character would probably freak you out more if this wasn’t about Sakura. The one and only Sakura. A slow nod of your piping-hot head, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders and leads you to the sight of Neptune.

“I was in the same room as her when she signed the contract. A friend of mine showed her the pictures of you and her expression was the same as yours just now: Eyes wide open, mouth agape, cheeks burning. It was the fastest signature by a human I have ever seen. You don’t have to be nervous.”

Your heart is running faster than the motor of a racing car. How can this be real? Why would such a superstar agree to this? What were the chances that these aliens also captured her? More and more questions begin to torment your mind, as your body quivers violently.

“T-That did not help. Now I feel nervous because I have something to lose.”

“What could you possibly lose?”

“She has expectations for me. If I don’t meet those expectations… Like, if I fail my first impression or something, I could never make it up. Sakura means so much to me—you probably don’t understand this… Have you ever felt such extreme nervousness because you like someone?”

Worker removes his arm from its friendly hug and sighs understandingly.

“Yes, I have, But, I have just the right thing for you.”

“Raspberries?” you ask sarcastically.

“Eines Tages musstest du es herausfinden. Komm einfach zur Ruhe und schreibe, mein Freund.“

#

The busiest weekend of your life started only a couple of hours ago, but it has already been a wild ride. As one of the rookie security guards of a luxurious hotel, it is your job to protect the currently-visiting celebrities from their overly excited and sometimes scary fans that push and pull at the front and back doors, jump over metal fences, and crawl through decorative bushes. With attentive eyes, you search for the small fangirls hiding in the lobby and the smelly fanboys smuggling cameras in. 

This tough job is easier today though, because you genuinely care for the celebrities this time. A famous idol group from Korea, consisting of twelve members, all of them stunning, talented and incredibly kind. One always stood out to you, however: Miyawaki Sakura, a woman so beautiful you would give your life for her, and with the number of insane fans that try to sneak in this hotel again and again, you might just have to.

Heavy breaths leave your lungs as you rest on one of the immaculately clean marble walls in an empty hallway—a last-second decision by management led to the relocation of all twelve idols, their staff, and equipment to the top floors. During the ensuing chaos, you were not able to spot any of the girls, because their managers and security smuggled them in through the parking garage. Very unfortunate for you to not get a glimpse of Sakura, but at least you were able to help by carrying, guiding, and protecting.

You smile at the thought of them being safe when your cell phone suddenly starts to ring. It’s your boss with his loud, booming voice:

“Hey, new guy! Are you taking a rest now?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m sorry. I just—”

“Ey, no need to apologize. You did great out there! Take a short break, the storm is pretty calm right now.”

He laughs at his own joke, and you back your head away from the phone.

“Thanks, boss.”

“After you’re finished, walk to Room 104 on the seventh floor. The whole damn floor is vacant, so I want you to vaccinate it. Got it?”

He laughs even harder this time while you die deep inside. This feeling of cringe is unbearable.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Great! I— ugh, what is it now?”

The call abruptly ends, leaving you utterly dumbfounded for a second, the wall still holding your muscular body somewhat upright. Your boss is a nice guy, but his jokes are incoherent and obnoxious from time to time—the payment is enough reason for you to stay, though. Draw air through your nostrils, and the oxygen gives you new energy to jog across the crimson carpet towards the elevators.

#

Room 104 is in a perfect position: You can easily scan almost the entire floor including the staircase and elevators. Nothing can escape your cautious eyes, diligently darting from one point of entrance to the other. And nothingness—or rather no one—is what you see. This part of the building is tidy yet empty, decorated yet lifeless, luxurious yet lonely. Maybe it is not a contradiction, but more of a metaphor for the cliché of wealthy people having no friends, you think as you scratch your head in boredom.

But boredom is swiftly replaced by intense vigilance when you hear the sound of a door being opened. You try to find the culprit, but before you even realize where exactly the sound came from, it is too late. A hand grabs you at the back of your collar, and with one sweeping motion you disappear into Room 104.

After a few seconds of shock, you are ready to fight. The grip is gone, and you spin around, hands in a boxing position, ready to punch any attacker. But you cannot block the oncoming attack. It goes straight to your heart. Your hands drop with no resistance, like paralysis hits them. Your heart rate increases every moment, and it becomes apparent through an overwhelmed face. 

“S-Sakura?!”

Just a step away from you, the woman of your wildest dreams stands there, dressed in an ethereally beautiful stage dress in light pastel pink, with a sparkling harness hugging her upper body to form an X. Her wavy hair travels down her back in long streaks, the color very similar to her dress, just a shade darker. Everything about Sakura’s outfit screams ‘I’m an idol.’

In contrast, her posture and behavior flip this notion upside down. She is not standing straight, her face shows clear signs of frustration and annoyance, and in her right hand is a PlayStation controller, worn down and upside down. With wild yet accurate flicks of the stick, she moves through the menu of a game displayed on the big TV screen in this hotel room. Not really observing you, she is still the first to break the tense silence:

“Good, you know my name. Tell me, you are here to protect me and the other members, right?”

“Y-Yes,” is what you stutter out. Your head is lighter than cotton candy, the tips of your fingers feel like they send sparks of electricity to each other, and your lungs—starstruck like the rest of your body—heave with no rhythm. There is no way in hell Sakura doesn’t notice, but it seems like she has elected to ignore it.

“Great. Can you protect me from boredom too? I’m completely alone and cut off from the others. I have g-games we can play.”

In the next second, you feel the cold plastic of a second controller at your electric fingers. Sakura, still looking only at the character select screen, pushes the device into the sweaty palm of your hand. It slips right through—the sound of it hitting the ground is the sound of your heart bleeding in humiliating awkwardness.

“Ah! I—I’m so s-sorry.”

Sakura looks up and down your body. Her eyes briefly rest on the black piece of plastic on the ground, before the round, immaculate orbs see how your lips tremble and cheeks redden. She gives a surprise smile:

“Wait. Are you a fan of my group?”

“Y-Yes. Kinda. I, I mean—I’m a b-big fan of y-you.”

With every ounce of pride in your body, you tense every muscle of your body to stand dignified before your idol. But your veins and tear ducts betray you: The sparkle of salty water in your eyes and the glow of red blood in your face is unhideable to her. Sakura’s smile grows wider and—to your surprise—she looks relieved:

“Oh, thank you! I’m lucky: A loyal, upright, sane fan is protecting my room. Let me pay you back.”

She gets down to her knees and you almost gasp. Every porn cliché imaginable runs through your brain, so you brace yourself for your pants coming down. Her painted lips on your tip must feel incredible. She could slay you with her tongue or finish you with a sexy gaze.

All of these thoughts fade in an instant, when Sakura rises up again, the second controller in her hand and a pure, gorgeous smile on her face. You want to die of shame, but it’s impossible to refuse her offer:

“Let’s play, okay?”

#

“What? No way! Beginner’s luck!”

Sakura throws the controller back on the hotel bed and continues her playful rant. She easily won the first three races, mostly because you were still starstruck and unable to think clearly, but on the fourth track, you finally got a hang of it and with the assistance of some luck, you actually beat the competitive idol. You scratch the back of your head and chuckle a little:

“Yeah, it was beginner’s luck. But you still lost.”

Sakura pouts mercilessly and starts sitting closer to you. Her gaze shifts from the track-select-screen to your face. You feel yourself smiling through the heavy blush as she speaks in a faked, serious tone:

“Oh? So you think you are better than me?”

“M-Maybe.”

Sakura smirks, the fire of competitiveness visible in her dark eyes.

“You are going to regret this. Drive for your life, boy!”

She must have purposefully chosen the most difficult track because both of you constantly hit walls or drive off the road. But the sloppier the race gets, the more she laughs. The more she laughs, the more you enjoy yourself. And the more you enjoy yourself, the more mistakes you make.

In the end, she wins easily, and you sigh in relief, while dropping the controller to the carpet floor a second time, this time on purpose. Sakura jumps up from the bed and does a little boastful victory dance in front of you. The combination of her outfit and hair make her seem like an angel in pink. Your heart starts to race faster than the car you just drove.

“I win! I win! And even better: You lose, you slowpoke!”

“Yeah, w-whatever. O-Only because you picked this hard track.”

Sakura pays no attention to your words. She cups her face—maybe to hide a flush of red on her pale skin, maybe to look even prettier—and talks to you in an incredibly soft voice:

“Thank you, for helping me fight the boredom. It really helped me, but…”

She closes the difference and stands in between your slightly parted legs. Her fingers start to stroke your hair, then move down to your jawline, caressing it. You feel goosebumps all over your back when she suddenly presses her soft lips onto yours and all of her bodily heat is seemingly added to yours. It’s like she has ignited your body.

“… I want to try something really, really fun. For both of us.”

Mesmerized by the kiss, you don’t realize Sakura going on her knees next to the bed, her now-sweaty face hovering above your crotch as her hands pull down your pants. A gasp escapes your lips when her breath hits the burning hot skin of your semi-erect member. With utmost care, Sakura wraps a hand around the base of it, and whispers in an erotic voice:

“You have no idea how much I missed this. When you’re surrounded by girls all the time, the opportunities are sparse.”

You groan and whimper underneath her touch and words:

“S-Sakura, w-why?”

“So we both won’t get bored. Or is this boring?”

With her tongue poking out through slightly parted lips, she gives the tiniest lick imaginable at your tip. In a matter of seconds, you grow to full hardness in her grip. She shrieks back in shock, eyes bigger than ever before, and drool runs down her perfect chin. Fully enamored with your large cock, she nestles her smooth face against it like a cat, desperate for attention. Only a raspy stutter of longing escapes her mouth:

“O-Oh my God. P-Please, t-tell me what I s-should do.”

Drool on your base, drool on her face, and now, drool on your balls. You twitch and try everything in your power to get a hold of the situation. You could wish for anything and everything, and she would probably do it, but for some reason, an unconventional thought crosses your mind:

“I-I want you—please, Sakura: Praise it. Praise me.”

Quick nods from her before her adorable features rub on your cock just like her hand which gives terribly slow, tight pumps. It already feels great, but Sakura has more plans to fulfill your request. She moves back a little and cross-eyes your enormous dick while giving it an amazed and excited look, like she just saw her favorite lollipop.

“It’s so big,” she moans loudly. “I think I want to have it in me forever. But am I even worthy? I’m just a drooling mess, a slut, not even able to grasp the whole circumference of your majestic cock.”

“S-Sakura, plea—”

The whole cockhead in her mouth, she looks happy yet tense. Speedy swirls of her tongue around it, so soft and sloppy, you can’t get your plea out, just heavy grunts. Sakura’s eyes sparkle—either in happiness or desperation, but who could know—when she moves down, slowly, inch by inch, and tears after tears form. Your length disappears in her mouth and is probably visible in her throat. Before you bottom out in her, she already starts to gag violently, her make-up ruined.

She can’t speak—of course—but her eyes tell volumes of her unholy thoughts:

‘I’m a desperate slut. I want this, I need this, but I don’t deserve this. Maybe if I choke on it long enough, maybe if every gag is a praise and every tear is a song for his glorious cock, I might be worth having it inside of me for a second. I would orgasm hard, harder and louder than anyone ever before, just because it is his cock.’

No. These thoughts are not true. It’s all fake and you don’t want this; your body is tricked into thinking this is great, perfect even, but deep down inside you know that this is wrong, painfully wrong.

Her amazing tight throat, elegant swift tongue, and erotic rapid gags make the decision of gently grabbing her cheeks and lifting her head of your throbbing shaft hard but it is the right thing to do. A small pop, when the tip leaves her luscious lips, then you pull her face close to yours and stare into fearful eyes. Black mascara, red flush, and white skin in a mixture too crazy to even imagine. The tiniest most submissive whimper finally shatters your heart into a billion pieces:

“M-Master…”

“No, Sakura! Stop it! You don’t deserve this. I—I said, ‘Praise me,’ I didn’t want you to degrade yourself. You are not a worthless slave for my thing, you are…”

The words stop. Either in your head or in the back of your throat. Only one thing to do. Without another moment of hesitation, you pull her into a deep kiss. It doesn’t matter that these were on your dick a second ago. You just want to pull her out of this lie.

Sakura has her eyelids shut. Her tongue—active not long ago—now seems paralyzed as you explore the inside of her used orifice. This is just a love letter to her, to her absurdly wonderful face and her funny, kind personality. Chaos in her emotions when you pull back:

“But I—-”

“Sakura, you are my star. Not the lowest whore in need of a cock, but the brightest star among all other stars. I-I love you, okay?”

New tears in broad rivers, down to her chin and onto her sweat-stained dress. A hoarse voice, beautiful, just like the mess she became for your member, forms uncertain words:

“I-I got it. But, I’m so, so dirty. M-My face is ugly; wet, just like my pussy. Why would you love me?”

This is the most beautiful face you have ever seen.

“You have the most beautiful face ever. Even now.”

So don’t ever devalue yourself like that.

“So… please: Love yourself.”

A gulp, the hoarse voice again.

“Like I love your cock?”

“More than that.”

“Can I still suck it?”

Tempting.

“Yes.”

Cuteness, and even a hint of childish innocence returns to her. A peck on your lips, a peck on your nose, then she kisses and licks your collarbone, while you lay back on the soft mattress behind you. Two pairs of hands unbutton your shirt and remove all the remainder of your other clothing, black trousers, black jacket, somewhere in the hotel room.

A deep groan when Sakura licks your abs. A sly smile when she hears it:

“Perfectly chiseled by the gods. Every man would be jealous.”

“Thank you. Every man would be jealous of you.”

“For my tongue,” she whispers seductively as she lowers her hand to your almost-flaccid cock “or for my hands?” It’s hard in an instant.

You moan. The sound is a little humiliating, but at least no other human will ever hear it. Sakura’s tongue travels down the rest of your abdomen and pelvis, until it reaches the base of your tower and starts climbing up. Smooches on your tip, licks at your pre-cum-gushing slit before she takes it in her mouth. Then she takes the whole thing in her mouth, and a huge bulge forms in her left cheek. With your cock across the length of her mouth, she tries to smile at you. A pleasure-filled laugh.

“Sakura, what the hell?”

The pleasure is short lived though, as she releases your dick. Her upper insides are moist and warm—what will her lower insides be like?

“This is such a fun thing to play with. Dildos and vibrators can’t compare, it’s just not the same. And so big. A perfect cock f-for a perfect man.”

“W-What?”

“Y-Yeah. You’re cute, handsome, and fit. A-And even better: Your personality is great. Such a nice guy. M-Maybe a… star?”

The next compliment, and your blushing face is going to burst in ecstasy and happiness. A couple of kisses from her on your tip—you need a picture of this sight, her pink hair sticking to the mascara-mess under her eyes is one in a million—and your climax is close.

“Sakura, I’m—”

The noisiest suffocation sounds you have ever heard. Sakura takes your whole cock into her way-too-tight throat, and if it weren’t for the insane pleasure of your load shooting straight down her hot body, you would probably fear that she might asphyxiate. Your back arches and forms a bridge on your bed. Sakura can’t possibly take all of your sticky cum. It will spill on the bed, the dress, your crotch. However, all you see is the blackness as you pass out.

#

“Hey cutie, wake up! Man, you should have seen me swallow it all. Get up, Mister Big Dick!”

Dizziness, when you push yourself from a comfortable sleeping position to the end of the bed; the same spot where Sakura and you played this racing game and where she sucked your length. Sadly, the scene is already over; however, life has some surprises for you.

“Hey, take this! We will play a deciding round. You choose the track.”

“Sakura? You’re still here?! B-But the scene is over.”

“Yeah, and? It so much more fun relaxing here than working in fucking ‘Restaurant C.’ Stupid aliens!”

This is the real Sakura. No script capturing your idea of her. No restraints of society keeping her down. And no clothing, just her bare, sexy curves. Wait, what?

“W-Why are you naked? And why am I naked?”

You cover yourself with a pillow and try not to ogle at Sakura while she still holds a controller at your face. Her breasts jiggle a little, her nipples are erect. Mission failed.

“Man, off script you are a lot more timid. I had your big thing in my mouth, and you didn’t even see me gulp all of it down.”

“N-No way you drank that all.”

A feisty pout, and even a little red on her cleaned, make-up-less cheeks. Pure, untainted beauty is the greatest thing, and Sakura captures it all in her. Slightly wet strands of her pink hair hang down at her shoulders, the scent of cherry shampoo leaves you even more baffled. This is definitely a dream.

“Yeah, yeah. I spilled most of it. Some even stuck in my… no, that would be too explicit. Anyways, I cleaned myself and you. You’re so adorable when you sleep. This afterglow of sex, and your manly scent… I even put your flaccid thing in my mouth for a minute.”

Yes, this is a dream. Very vivid indeed, but it’s not the first time you had one of those. At least Sakura does amazing, pleasurable things to you, while Giselle did gruesome, painful things to you.

“Now I know that I am dreaming… Give me that controller! I’m going to beat your ass in this game.”

“Call! The loser has to do one thing the winner requests.”

Sakura’s smile is angelic, and her excitement seems so realistic. Just like the smell of sex, the sound of the PlayStation, or the color of the sheets. But this is a dream, who cares about the structure of dreams.

Throughout the race, Sakura and you shift closer, until your bodies touch. The race is close, sweat forms on your skins and then they rub off on each other. An incomprehensible feeling: Every laughing fit on the bed, every turn on the track, is hilarious yet erotic. Sadly, it’s all just a dream, but you make sure to never forget it. Second after second should burn into your mind, ready to be played on repeat whenever you need it.

“I will win. You can’t do anything.”

She is right: Only one turn left, she is too far ahead of you. So, you decide to cheat. Your hand quickly moves behind her back to fake a side hug, and with a sudden jolt of confidence, you pinch her nipple a little. Sakura shrieks and crashes her car. With one hand and a mischievous grin, you drive to victory.

You don’t get a millisecond to enjoy your wrongfully-earned win. The small girl tackles you onto the bed and hits your chest repeatedly with her small fists, like an annoyed, angry kitten.

“That was so unfair! You asshole.”

But you both just laugh it off. Her chest feels great on yours. She nestles her head next to yours. Each breath hits your ear directly and they turn to moans, as she grinds her already-glistening pussy on your abs.

“You still think this is a dream, right?”

“Yes, I do. Although this question is… It’s kinda weird for a dream.”

“Well, what if I tell you this isn’t a dream?”

“That’s impossible. The fact alone that I was able to act so calmly with a superstar like you is—”

“I’m the superstar? On Earth maybe. But on this ship, you’re the star.”

Serious confusion is written all over your face. What if this isn’t a dream? Crazier things have happened to you in the past couple of weeks, so why not allow this thought?

“Since when am I a star?”

“Well, in our Restaurant, all the aliens do is watch your videos and talk about you and your groundbreaking ideas, positions, whatever. It’s so weird seeing porn everywhere when you work as a waiter. Your dick lo—”

“Holy fucking shit, what?! Those get released?!”

“You didn’t know? You’re like the number one topic on the whole of Spaceship: Horizon. All other humans are just cattle, livestock, servants, maids, lab rats. But not you.”

Sakura smirks while eyeing your flaccid, smooth cock and ignoring your dumb-founded, contorted features. A mixture of confusion, rage, embarrassment and pride grows inside you. No matter if this is real or not, you have to get some steam off.

“S-Sakura.”

“Yes, Mister Big Dick?”

“I won the race. I get my reward.”

“Hey, that was super unfa—”

You lift her up and place her above your crotch. The sight of her flawless body makes your erection grow, until it hits her wet heat. She yelps and wraps her arms around your neck:

“Oh God, it’s so big!”

“Tell you what Sakura: I really love you. Like, you were my idol on Earth and if this is real, it’s the greatest moment of my life. But I’m really pissed at my boss right now, so… can I pound your pussy?”

Sakura hits you with a deep kiss while lowering herself down. No answer needed, her sex wraps around your tip as you break into her tight walls, deeper and deeper. But before you bottom out she stops the kiss, leaving some saliva-strings to keep you two attached for a second, and starts riding you hard.

“It feels so good. I might cum on it.”

“Cum your brains out, I don’t care.”

A switch to the squat position, and she goes even faster, creating unbelievable friction with her slick walls. Absurd amount of juices help you to reshape her to your cock. Faster and faster, like a sprinter she moves up and down, while you roam her back in desperate search for something to grip onto, something to pull.

You find her gorgeous hair and pull hard, yanking her head back and she screams, but the pleasure between her wobbly thighs removes almost all of the pain on her scalp.

“Not—ahhh—too hard, please—ahhh.”

“Sorry. I love you, Sakura. Your pussy is so tight.”

“B-But it’s not really sh-shaven.”

“It’s hairy—fuck—I still like it.”

A hand to the spoken-about spot, you find her clit and rub it gently. Sakura tightens around you, excessive suction to get all of your milk out, but it’s in vain: She cums first, juices running down your rod and staining your crotch for the second time tonight.

“Cumming—I’m cumming again!”

Indeed she is. Tighter than the grip of an anaconda, hotter than the depths of hell, and wetter than the wide oceans. No way you can pull out, she won’t let you. There is no visible movements from your erotic connection, just clenching and throbbing, but then—with all of your might and hate for Worker—you bottom out one last time and shoot everything your balls have stored into her. Sakura is filled to the brim and overflows.

“Ah—so much. I love it. I love you. I love you so much!”

“Me—ahhh—too.”

Did that really happen? Did you mix up those words? Did the real Sakura really cum on your cock multiple times?

Can girls get pregnant in space?

Spaceship: Horizon - Prologue 2: Ominous Oracle

Story Prologue with Male Reader 

Length: 1042 words

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ for editing. He is my MVP for this series. Thank you! 

Inspiration: I got some random writer juice and thought: Why not start Season 2 of my first series. This part is non-smut and focuses on the transition to the slightly different set-up. Let’s see who is going to actually read it. For those who do: The first idol for Season 2 is yet another IZ*ONE member with unique lips.

“Please remain calm, human. Worker will arrive shortly.”

“Fuck you, you little piece of shit! A fucking screen, telling me what to do? No, you don’t control me! Get him here now!”

Your fist rises and crashes on Helper’s brightly-lit panel, again and again. Although it does more damage to your hand than to the screen—the symbols on it still glow, unimpressed—you continue, until the familiar hissing of the sliding doors reaches your ears. With furious steps and a burning red head, you storm towards your supervisor. Worker’s face looks dazed and you grab his collar, shaking his body.

“You fucker! Who the fuck allowed you to fucking share my videos? Answer me, stupid alien!”

Every second of your wild outrage seems to bring some sense back to the alien. Suddenly tentacles grab your limbs and restrain you against the closest wall. In your anger, you bite them.

“That is enough, pathetic creature.”

Another tentacle appears, then a big slap on your cheek. The stinging pain leaves you paralyzed for a second. Worker moves in front of you, his irritated gaze penetrating your chest. This might have been too much disobedience.

“I never said I would not release any of our work. It would not even make sense to keep the findings to myself. You should have known this fact.”

“No! Delete this, delete them all, I will not work for you, you fucking imposter!”

Worker’s body shifts to an unholy beast—blending the worst of man with a literal demon—his now-devilish eyes orange and red like the depths of Hell. A hand the color of freshly burned charcoal with golden claws grips your chin and starts to squeeze. Your skin gets unbearably hot. The fear of your bones breaking arises inside of you and your eyes widen at Worker’s deep, menacing voice:

“You will work, or I will kill you.”

“Enough.”

An angelic voice, like a cool breeze of air on your scorched skin, calms your heart with its silk-like texture. With absolute haste, Worker cuts off your view by using something impenetrable to cover your eyes.

“Meine Hoheit, unvergleichlich. Weshalb beehrt ihr mich, oh große Mutter dieses Schiffes?“

“This young human being does not understand the German language. I command you to speak in such a manner that he will understand us.”

“Yes, oh dear Oracle and All-Seeing Goddess.”

You gasp again. The Great Oracle, the only other alien Worker actually bothers talking about, is in this room. For some reason, she sounds normal—almost human, even—but her words convey a scary, yet hidden menace.

“Flattering, but you shall stop now. You seem desperate for my attention, though you already have it. I assume this is the subject you have been working with?”

“H-Hi.” A stutter on a single word, how embarrassing. And just a nonchalant ‘Hi?’ Stupid you. It’s not the first introduction you failed, but last time, you still got to fuck your role model. An Alien Queen will probably not let you pound her, if that is even physically possible. 

“I am impressed: This is the first human to actually speak to me. Then again, his eyes are covered, which is most likely the reason for this happenstance. Why is he in such an unfavorable position?”

You can clearly feel how Worker sweats, shivers and searches for straws to hold on to, as he actually stutters in a submissive voice—a first for your ears:

“T-This human, he, he was really r-rebellious the second I-I stepped into the room. P-Pesky creatures, I-I had to resort to these t-tactics.”

A new side to Worker, and you love every second of it. With sheer will-power, you hold back gleeful laughter.

“Was it also necessary for you to resort to vicious threats to force this helpless creature to obey you?”

Suddenly, a soft, gentle, and—even more surprising—human hand caresses the bruises on your chin, travels up your aching cheek, and strokes strands of your hair lightly. A warm breath hits your lips and a flush hits your entire body. The angelic voice is oh so close:

“I have a better offer for you, human boy: If you continue your work under the current circumstances, the crew of this ship will send you back to Earth one month earlier than agreed upon; you will receive gold, silver, diamonds, and checks, all worth up to one billion American dollars; and not a single second of footage will be released on the World Wide Web.”

She pauses, meanwhile you desperately try to comprehend the offer as her delightful smell—a mixture of peaches and vanilla—distracts your thought process. Maybe this is the craziest moment in your life and you can’t see shit because of Worker’s fucking blindfolds.

“Can you accept this deal?”

“O-One billion? I-I can’t reject that.”

“Great,” she whispers in an almost-sultry tone, as her hands travel over the fabric of your work attire, gently touching your pecs, ribs, and abs. “Helper will receive new instructions for the filming process. You should get ready to see new areas of Horizon. And…”

Warm air enters your ear, the smooth skin of what you believe is a nose touches the side of your head, and her hum immediately reaches your brain:

“Don’t forget me.”

The next thing your mind can process is the vast, white room making you squint your eyes at its brightness. A dumbfounded Worker looks at you irritatedly, while Helper floats over to him repeatedly blinking with the signal for a new message.

“Message by: ‘The Great Oracle.’ Content: ‘Four females, four videos, four locations, four setups, a grand finale. It will start in two days, the first female is his tour guide, she knows the details. Sincerely, management.’ This is the end of the message.”

Helper’s screen goes dark.

Worker’s feet tap in annoyance.

Your heart beats hard in excitement.

This new, weird life of yours just got a lot weirder. You are now the best-paid pornstar of all time, have planned fuck sessions with four strangers, and The Great Oracle, a living Alien-Queen might be crushing on you.

“Welch eine Peinlichkeit. Plan Omega wird mich darüber hinweg trösten müssen. Beweg dich, Mensch! Du muss arbeiten.”

Part 6: The Smart Duck (ft. Yena of IZ*ONE)

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 6: The Smart Duck

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 3664 words

Tags: facefuck, bend over, wild sex, seductive, naughty!Yena 

Inspiration: Horny Discord and Yena of course

Credit: @midnightdancingsol and @worldsover for editing and proof-reading. Kings!

“Oh, hi there! Nice to meet you. I hope you had a good rest.”

You open your eyes too quickly. Bright light reflected by clean white hurts your retina, feeling like a laser burning its way to your brain. Fighting the pain, you try to remember what happened before your eyelids fell down, where you actually are right now, and why a cute-sounding female voice is calling out to you.

Worker was fuming with hatred the last time you spoke with him. Maybe because the Oracle showed more interest in you than in him, maybe because he grew tired of your complaints. but you cannot be certain. Either way, he once again covered your ears, this time with a helmet. While dragging you along with him, he angrily gave you instructions: “A female will pick you up. She has all further tasks for you. I won’t allow disobedience or mistakes from you. Either your work is excellent, or you will feel my wrath.”

“It seems that you are still tired. My name is Yena, by the way.”

The voice shakes you out of your thoughts. You start a second attempt at opening your tired eyelids. With a hand in front of them, it is easier, although it earns you a confused sound from the girl you assume is seated next to you. 

When you finally remove your fingers one by one, you still feel stuck in a dream. A hypermodern train station with all-white, sleek, window-less trains—each of them sitting on a single rail—stretches out before you. At least twenty different platforms in polished beige and white panels are packed with people prancing in precipitance. They shove each other into the train mere seconds after its arrival. The sight leaves you stunned and somewhat delighted—just seeing people, doing human things in a human way, makes you sigh in relief. You don’t feel so alone anymore.

“Hello? Oh, I think I understand now. Is this maybe the first time you’ve seen station 3-Y-E on floor T1419?”

“I have missed seeing something like this,” you mumble, still enticed by humans being humans. You shake yourself and turn your head towards the seat next to you. A big smirk greets you, and it is unlike any other smirk you have seen, because of the unique shape of her lips. Although it sounds stupid, calling her a duck would be accurate.

“I’m sorry, that was impolite of me, Yena. Do I have the correct name?”

Yena nods, quick and reassuringly, which makes you sigh in relief. Before you can explain your reaction or what you think is going on, she interjects:

“Don’t sweat it. No need to be polite with me. I’ll be your guide for today, and I’m sure we will have a lot of fun, so let’s stay loose and calm.”

Yena wiggles from side to side like a snake and smiles brightly. You find her really captivating, a welcome change from the stern, cold-hearted Worker. Instinctively, you follow her example as she stands up and stretches. The sudden glow of a screen in her pocket makes you inspect her outfit more: she is wearing the same overalls as you, style-wise at least. The color is vastly different though—instead of black with orange stripes, she wears green with white stripes.

“I have special tickets so we can travel faster from location to location. I will tell you everything you need to know about the new jobs you will be doing. Feel free to ask any questions you might have. I will try my best to answer all of them. Here!”

Your fingers part as Yena pushes something into them and giggles at your dumbfounded expression. It’s something wrapped in brown plastic—a candy bar.

“Is this real? Like, from Earth, and not synthetic?”

“Definitely! I stole it from some Alien, who has like a collection of that shit. Eat it, before someone notices.”

Hurriedly, you tear the wrapping up and bite into the thick chocolate. Oh, it tastes like home sweet home—quite literally. The sweetness of sugar, unhealthy yet it fills you with life. Yena laughs at you when you inhale it too fast and choke on it.

“Hey! I thought that was my job.”

With teary eyes and swollen cheeks from all the chocolate in your mouth, you muffle a noise of misunderstanding, while you try to swallow properly.

“You know… the choking?”

Dumbfounded by Yena’s joke, you start to realize how this day could end. It’s in your hand after all, and such an idea should not be wasted. The cute, tiny duckling girl seems rather naughty. You give her a knowing wink, while cleaning up your lips. Her lips form a smirk. To any outsider, the view must have been bizarre, but you couldn’t care less.

“Our train has already arrived. C’mon! Let me show you your new jobs!”

You follow the direction Yena is pointing towards and indeed: A small train, with red lines and vast windows waits patiently at your platform. The doors to it open after Yena holds a Helper screen onto it, and before you can ask further questions, you both sit in the comfortable futuristic vehicle.

“You don’t need the seatbelt, we will go nice and slowly,” Yena emphasizes, using her uniquely-formed lips. Again, all you can think of is duck. Maybe the aliens tried to interbreed a—no, you force these thoughts to the bottom of Hell. This adorable girl does not deserve such disturbing treatment. 

Only degeneracy.

“Okay, Miss Tour Guide, I’m ready!”

The train goes in motion and so does the flow of words out of Yena’s mouth, who is seated opposite of you:

“You will work in Kitchen 48, Forest 11 and in Engine Room 101, with new supervisors, new colleagues and—most importantly—new girls for your other profession. You should use your work-time to get to know them, imagine new scenes and develop a further understanding of how Spaceship: Horizon operates. Please don’t refrain from asking questions; I’m here for a reason.”

The girl doesn’t even blush or stutter when talking about your porn career. She acts like a professional, someone who could moderate a quiz show or tutor students. Her charm and wit are exceptional. With a playful salute you blurt out:

“Understood!”

“Great! Please, look to your left. Underneath the track this train is sitting on, you can see the aforementioned Kitchen 48. Everyday, 2541 humans work here, either as chefs, sauciers or dishwashers. The last of those is more punishment than actual work, because actual, industrial dishwashers exist here as well. In fact, most of the devices the humans work with here are far beyond the standard we have on Earth, except for this one…”

Yena points at one of the corners in this gigantic room. A pile of wood forming a pyramid burns in glowing orange like an erupting volcano. Pieces of meat, fish, and vegetables hang above it by metal threads. A chaotic curing process for such a modernized kitchen, humans rush with severe haste to keep the structure upright or move the meat around. Panic is constantly present. “Why are they doing it like this? Won’t all of the smoke suffocate them after a while?” you ask, more curious than concerned.

“The reason for this way of curing the meat is the alien supervisor. He believes that this way is the only way the meat can get the perfect, smokey flavor. And don’t be too anxious about our fellow humans: The room is fifteen meters high—even the train above them won’t interrupt them—and the ventilation system is top notch. No need to panic.”

Yena smiles. You smile. Then, the scenery switches after a short time of darkness. It’s kind of like a loading screen from a video game, but you are probably traveling through tunnels in walls separating the different areas.

“On your left and on your right, you can see a vast variety of treetops. Pines, birches, spruces, beeches and maple. Further in the distance, all kinds of nuts and fruit trees, even some from planets far, far away. Inedible for us, but Aliens love them.”

“This is absurd! How large is this territory? Can we even call it a room?”

“Two square kilometers of nothing but trees, machinery and constantly fertilized soil. The rate at which they grow on Earth is nothing compared to here. It’s like they speed up time. Working here is tough, because the carbon dioxide levels are increased to make the trees be more healthy and efficient.”

In awe of Yena’s quick, precise answers and her incredible knowledge, you can’t help but interrupt her avalanche of teachings and tree names:

“Yena, stop for a second please. I—wow, I’m stunned! How do you know all of this? Did you work here? And in the Kitchen as well?”

A faint blush hits her soft-looking cheeks, but unlike female characters in most media, she does not hide the redness behind timid hands. No, Yena looks straight ahead, at you, and gives her answer with a smile:

“No, I worked somewhere entirely different. I was just told to give you a tour for your new jobs, so I asked for a Helper with information and learned everything by heart. I made sure to memorize the tree names, the sizes, the numbers—”

“J-Just to show me all of this? How long did—”

“For about four hours in the last two days. I did not have that much time after work left.”

Utterly perplexed by Yena’s intelligence and work ethic, you sink back into your seat and decide to not interrupt her further. Somehow you get the feeling that she deserves your full attention for this effort; her bubbly voice makes it easy to listen to her for hours. After breathing in the very refreshing air from above the green leaves, you set up a great scene for her in your mind.

“Please Yena, continue!”

She mentions the wood chipper, the plant research centers, the humans working in a large number of different fields, the experiments with temperature, and you always nod your head at the movement of her lips, until darkness engulfs the tube-shaped train again.

“Last but not least, we enter Engine Room 101. Here you will be tasked with cleaning duties. They can range from swinging the good old broom or maneuvering high-end machinery from the 22nd century. It is important that you wear a special safety suit when you get too close to these bright engines with purple bolts of lightning. The radiation could severely hurt you and shrink your testicles. And no one wants that of course.”

Yena grins with the tip of her tongue peaking out from the corner of her mouth, as she looks in between your barely-parted legs and then directly at you. A roll of your eyes, but then you play along and raise your eyebrows. From then on out, it is basically just a festival of flirting between the two of you, with Yena giving occasional explanations about the rather dark and dull setting.

“Cleaning this place must be a horrendous chore,” you sigh, seeing corridors with needless nooks and crannies, bizarre consoles with countless switches and buttons, and weak lamps with blue light and a flicker.

“But cleaning this is definitely not a chore,” Yena giggles sultrily and points at her crotch. A surge of blood travels down your neck, chest, and abdomen, making your head slightly lighter and your other head slightly harder. One annoyingly long sequence of darkness, and you return back to Station 3-Y-E or arrive at another station—it looks the same, so you cannot be certain.

What’s certain is your hand clenching Yena’s and dragging her to the next wall. Pinned between you and the sleek white surface, she stares at you from below. You inspect her expression—pouty duck lips like she is gonna quack any moment, and sparkling, needy pupils.

“I suppose my personal guide is also my new co-actress?” you ask sarcastically, and with Yena’s shown intellect, she of course understands it instantly.

“I hope you have a good idea. Make it fun, like the other times you did it.”

“And you are really fine with getting filmed and stuff?”

“Yeah. It’s not going to end up on Earth anyways, right?”

“Right.”

“So let’s get to it, Mister Pornstar.”

#

Ms. Duck. It is not her real name, of course, but all the students call her that during breaks or in private. The reason is her lips. All throughout the school, everyone can recognize them in a matter of seconds. And so, a nickname for one of the most beloved teachers was born—or rather, predetermined. Until today, it was also a well-kept secret among your peers, but you blew it. During a lesson in Biology, you did not pay attention as usual, so when Ms. Choi called upon your name, the veil was lifted.

Ms. Duck. It is what you called her. On accident, while fumbling for words to explain the purpose of whatever-the-fuck a mitochondria is. The answer was completely wrong and instead of a ‘Miss Choi’ you said, ‘Miss Duck.’

The groans, boos, and laughs of your classmates still ring in your ear while you sit on a small uncomfortable chair in front of Ms. Choi’s desk with her seated opposite you. She nods steadily, redundant is her every motion. You dare not speak a word. Nothing you can think of can take you out of this utmost unpleasant situation.

A blank stare on the ground before you, your gaze completely averted from her, yet you feel her eyes dig into your skull to punish you for your disrespectfulness. This humiliating chagrin does not seem to have an end. Perhaps you should fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness, or be honest, or find a good lie.

Suddenly, you feel fingers on your chin raising your head to look at your teacher in front of you. You press down the loudest gulp imaginable and hide your trembling hands in the gap between your knees. 

“Miss Duck? Really?”

“I-I’m so-sorry, Miss Choi.”

“Be honest with me: Is it because of my lips?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you want to know what these lips can do?”

It is rather typical for a teacher to ask her students questions. Atypical is her behavior: Tickling fingers glide up and down your thigh while her mouth closes the distance rapidly, her hot breath drying out your speechless tongue even further. Her lids are already closed, yours wide open in shock. She huffs teasingly:

“Do you?”

Soft, slick lips crash onto yours. A sloppy, succulent tongue invades your mouth. The sweet sensation of your teacher’s kiss removes all reason. It’s getting more and more blurry inside your mind. It’s getting harder and harder to resist your urges. It’s getting hotter and hotter throughout your body.

But why should you care about your state of mind? Why should you resist the irresistible? Why should you not embrace the burning flames, especially the one in your pants?

Yena—your teacher’s first name is of course not a secret to you—grabs the hem of your jeans and recklessly opens the belt to discard it on the floor, while you roam her back impatiently before ridding her of the now-unnecessary, blocking attire. Pleased by your newfound desire, she hums into the kiss, adding her lewd thoughts along the way:

“Yeah, you like what these lips can do, don’t you?”

“Oh, I want to see what else they can do, Miss Duck.”

“You naughty boy! Show me how much you really want to see it.”

Without another thought—although there wasn’t even a first to begin with, if you were being honest—one of your hands forces the small woman to kneel in the gap your parted legs form, while the other pulls your jeans down further. After a moan of surprise, she accepts her place with grace and fulfills your task for you. Your throbbing cock grows into the empty space while she enjoys the sight, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a perfect circle.

“What a nice hole your ducky lips can form, Miss Duck. I will have to test their usefulness with my tool.”

“Please do! Don’t hold back!”

Yeah, like she needed to say that. Her cunt is probably wet from you calling her this stupid nickname, but you’re going to test first if she is equally wet in her upper orifice. Stand up from your seat and plow into her in one motion, and lean back, mirroring that one tower somewhere in Europe.

Losing track of the location is the least of your worries: The duckling sucks with such ferociousness that you feel a premature ejaculation approach faster and stronger than a tsunami. A quick pull out from your doom, then you slap her cheeks and—of course—lips with your hot rod.

“You are so fucking needy, huh?”

Yena nods, not hiding her arousal.

“You like your face fucked, huh?”

More nods, even faster now.

“You don’t even want me to look at your exposed, toned body, with ample breasts and a leaking slit. No, you just want to get cock in your mouth, to cum even more juice on the floor.”

She only nods, up and down.

“Pathetic to let your student do this. What would others think if they knew I did this to you?”

This is grabbing her hair roughly and shooting your hips forward. It buries your cock deep in her, but not too long. This is a loop that keeps you stimulated but does not make you cum too early. The back of her throat is like a switch for her tear ducts, but they produce faster than you can pump into Yena’s face. This is also indulging in the mess you make of her. Spit and sweat slide down her slender body, staining tits, abs and thighs along the way.

Her pussy tries to rival her tear ducts as she spurts out droplets of liquid with each of your attacks. It’s like her entire body wants to get fucked all over, which makes you consider changing things up. But Yena’s euphoric sounds—the rare gags mixed with her attempts to hum sound like quacks—keep you locked in this pistoning motion. Dick in, dick out.

“How many cocks did you have in there? Your gag reflex only works—fuck—sporadically. Maybe I can finish it off.”

The constant fucking of your enormous length over her warm tongue into her tight throat does not change, but you slowly move forward, making her take more cock for a longer time. She tries to adjust, but you hold her in place and leave yourself to stay warm. Warmth for you is terrifying panic for her.

“Choke on it a little more, my little duck. Let’s end your gag reflex. I’ll—holy shit—even give you a reward.”

When she hears the word reward, Yena loosens. The choking and tears might be violent, but you will not let her die. Of course not. Such talent, beauty, and wits should not be wasted. Although you hate pulling out of the amazing sensation of her clenching and squeezing you, it is for the better.

Yena immediately starts to cough and spit everywhere, her pale body now bent in the other direction, her hair grazing your balls and her hands on your shins. Worry for her well-being reaches the last part of your brain that still has humanity—the rest is just a haze of lust.

“Are you good, Miss Choi? Did I go too—”

“N-No. M-More. My r-reward.”

Yena finishes her coughing fit and smiles at you. The mess you made of her makes you feral, but she seems to absolutely dig it—so you’re going to dick her. The desk is fitting for your idea, so you pick Yena up—her perfectly-fit legs are a surprise—and bend her over the table, ass sticking out and one leg resting on the top.

“Let’s see what these other lips can do, shall we, Miss Duck?”

A hoarse chuckle from Yena before she wiggles her butt closer to you. Then you pin her down and go full-on pound town on her, thrusting into her experienced core. Although she most likely had her fair share of sex in the past, she still feels amazing, her tight cavern wraps around your shaft, similar to her lips. Yena looks back at you, a lip bite and seductive glance are all you need to know.

You part your legs slightly and pump harder with your hips—the sound of your crotch on her small, adorable butt lewd and loud. However, it still is not enough to finally push her over the edge, so you grab her waist and use her like a fleshlight. Her light body is easily movable, and her infinite source of juices coats your shaft, and you slip in and out of her easily.

Yena moans and screams when she climaxes, but you don’t pay attention to her, only you’re chasing your pleasure through the lingering question of morality. Only when Yena starts to pound the table like you do her, you realize how overstimulated she is. Waves of girl cum look like cleaning stains on the table and floor. She whimpers.

Three long thrusts, you pull out, stroking another three times and finally releasing all of the tension with thick loads of sperm, covering her small back. The constant, broken record of feral thoughts in your brain comes to a halt. The last thing you feel is your cum leaving your tip, and this overwhelming feeling of satisfaction. Your mind might as well be in Nirvana.

Yet it is on Horizon, somewhere in the solar system. And in Nirvana, you would not drop to the ground and pass out from… whatever. 

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Spaceship: Horizon - Part 7: Not-So-Cute

Male Reader x Baek Jiheon

Length: 3530 words

Tags: first time, gentle, lot’s of love and loving words, hesitance, praises, virgin!Jiheon

Inspiration: Jiheon’s outfit in “We Go”, as well as Levi’s “BarelyLegalGirlmov9.exe” and RUIN JIHEON

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ for editing and everything else. Thank you very much!

“I am happy to welcome you to Kitchen 48! I hope you enjoy your visit here.”

A middle-aged man with a forgettable face in a black chef’s uniform greets you. You take his outstretched hand to shake it, and by his sloppy execution of the shake, you realize that this has to be your alien supervisor. Of course it has to be; no other person in this room seems to be wearing this kind of outfit. Releasing the handshake is a huge relief for you.

“I-I sure will. This kitchen is fascinating: its size, efficiency, and especially the design of these machines intrigues me.”

“You will use some of them during your time working here. May I now introduce you to the team of chefs you will be assisting and learning from?”

“It would be my pleasure,” you say, giving your best Alien-English impression. A tiny wince is what you get in return. The black uniform disappears and reappears from the long rows of white, partially-stained attires. Some make a mess of their aprons while mixing ingredients, others chop vegetables in lavish amounts, while the next use gallons of frying oil to make fries. A lot of fries.

In just a couple of meters, the vast, delectable smells make you salivate. The rumbling in your stomach is mutual with everyone else as you try to keep up with the fake human leading the way. At long last, after bumping into at least a dozen annoyed chefs, he points at a group of four people around a metallic working surface.

“All of your group mates wear a pink ribbon around their wrists. You will be able to easily distinguish them. All further instructions will be delivered through them.”

Confused, you interrupt the Alien cautiously:

“I am sorry to interject, but… Why did I not receive a chef’s uniform?”

The plain face shifts from irritated, to panicked, to flushed. A stutter of humiliation leaves you completely stunned:

“How—I am so sorry, what an embarrassment—how could I forget? I will obtain one for you shortly, please be patient.”

It only takes him a couple of long, quick strides before leaving your sight, continuously shaking his head, probably because he can’t believe his own mistake. Disbelief also fits your expression. It is an impossibility that one of your extraterrestrial overlords messes up in such a simple manner. Tickling tips on your shoulder make you spin out of your thoughts and around.

“Hello, you! I am Jiheon, nice to finally meet you! You will join our team here, right?”

A smile, brighter than the sun, purer than a virgin’s, and more warming than a cup of tea during a freezing winter day. Jiheon’s angelic face makes you gasp. Hide your wide agape mouth with quick hands. The way her eyes squeeze shut, and her full white teeth show is unfathomably beautiful for you. She is something to be treasured, to be embraced tightly, to be cherished for eternity. 

You completely forget to answer her properly.

“Is everything okay? Why are you so shocked?”

Jiheon’s features turn worried, but the sparkle of adorableness still remains in her eyes and the composition of her face is still pure perfection. Shake yourself to get rid of this shell-shocked state.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, i-it’s just that… your smile is the greatest one I have ever seen. Even the coldest heart would melt seeing it.”

A second of silence, then Jiheon bursts into laughter, playfully shoving your shoulder. Glances from annoyed coworkers hit you, hit her, but she does not seem to care in the slightest and you can’t help but smile as well. She is addictive, adorable, attractive. Something in the depths of your heart tells you to protect her at all costs.

“That is the first thing you say to me? You are hilarious, such a simp. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest, you heart-melted-guy!”

After a short wait, the Alien returns and gives you a matching white chef’s uniform. From the corner of your eye, you see Jiheon inspecting your body, while you put on the attire, but you don’t pay further attention to it as she introduces you to the rest of the team shortly after:

First off is Jisun, a small, lovely woman with a motherly presence around her. Her cooking and chopping skills are excellent and with calm, patient advice, she is willing to help the rest of her unit. The only time she isn’t calm is when she talks about her boyfriend, Kajin, who she desperately misses. Jisun’s tangents and speeches of praise about him are started by random triggers, and they never seem to end. You find her lovesick attitude cute and endearing, even if she says weird things like:

“I wish I could port myself to his planet.”

Next to Jisun is a tall, skinny guy with incredibly quick hands and a habit of nervously tapping his feet on the ground whenever someone is disturbing him from work. His name is Jekyll—a fitting name, you note—who acts like a nice, compassionate person towards both Jiheon and Jisun, but turns vicious with his words and expressions when talking to you. You’re not entirely sure if it has something to do with Jekyll being a huge Sakura fan.

“I know it was your job but fuck you. Fucking bastard!”

Lastly, there is Krish—small, timid, easily embarrassed, but also diligent, smart, and the most polite boy you have ever met. Sadly, he rarely opens his mouth—only when he explains something, never for actual deep conversation or even small talk, so you have no clue about him. His name suggests that he is from India but that is about it. Krish is a good colleague though.

“Hello.”

And so your work as a chef begins. Krish cuts vegetables and prepares spices and herbs. Jekyll does the same, but because he is very fast, it’s also his job to restock once everything is used up. Jiheon and you skin and slice cold herring, pollock, salmon and even some very colorful fish, you have never seen before. All of them get cut into bite-sized pieces before Jisun seasons and cooks them in her four searing pans.

Each step of the process is perfectly in-sync like clockwork in an old Swiss hand watch. Well, they would if it weren’t for you. You are—metaphorically—the loose screw in this well-oiled machine, with Jiheon always being faster in skinning salmon or dicing herring. Although you see yourself as a liability for the team, her gorgeous smile never fades to annoyance.

“You fucking snail! Get it going, will ya!” Jekyll screams at you while slamming a new box of yellow and blue fishes in front of you. He is indeed right, you are at an extremely slow pace—yet she still comes to your rescue.

“Jekyll, please. He just arrived here like an hour ago. How could he be as fast as you, or any of us? Have some patience, okay?”

Even when rebuking someone, Jiheon is exactly like her outer appearance would suggest. Jekyll immediately backs off, not fighting the shorter girl, only giving you a quick glance of anger—Mr. Hyde style.

Jisun, in one of her calm phases, gives both you and Jiheon a loving smile. With her small fingers she taps at her temple and then gestures down the aisle, towards one of the cold storage rooms.

“How about you two go practice a little, hm? Just for a few minutes, we can handle it here in the meantime.”

Before you can reject her kind offer, a hand tugs at your apron and pulls you through another crowd of hasty humans into the cold unknown. You are one lucky bastard to not hurt someone while carrying a sharp knife, and so is the long-haired beauty beside you, her hand only loosely holding the deadly object.  With a playful swing, she places a pollock in front of you.

“Let’s practice skinning, okay? You already know how-to, but now we are going to train your speed!”

Jiheon’s smile is purity. There is nothing else in your head. And as your knife runs between skin and flesh of this unlucky fish, you remember your fate: You are going to have sex with this barely-lewdable, loveable, pure looking bean. And that’s not even the most troubling part for you: It will also be recorded and creepy, abducting Aliens will look at it.

“Are you sure?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Jiheon looks so fucking adorable, even when she looks utterly confused.

“I’m sure… you’re gonna be good at cutting fish. It’s not that hard,” she laughs while lightly pushing your shoulders. It’s unable to change your grim expression however.

“No, I mean… are you sure you want to do this? Like, the extracurricular activities afterwards—”

“Are you afraid of using the word ‘sex’ with me? You are so cute, haha.” Jiheon’s teeth show in a wide grin. “I’m not a virgin, you know? I am an adult, I can make my own decisions. I don’t care what these Aliens see—they have probably installed cameras everywhere, even in our showers—and it won’t be released on Earth so,” she spins around cutely, a flush visible on her cheeks, “No one will know afterwards. A win for me!”

Perplexed by her answer and not the cold around you, you freeze on the spot. This girl is a lot less naïve than you expected. Maybe you can find a scenario where you both are comfortable. 

Your face must have still not looked convinced however, so Jiheon asks in panic: “O-Or am I not your type?! I probably don’t look good enough… is it the bangs? Or my face? Or—”

A fishy finger on her lips ends her stream of self-doubt. Those tears that formed in her eyes clearly show you: she wants this. Jiheon has needs and you have a job to fulfill. With a sigh, you strip yourself of all doubts and worries.

“You look insanely great, Jiheon. Okay, I’ll do it. But only one, very specific scenario…”

#

It had been a perfect summer evening. The first vacation, just three months into your relationship with the most beautiful girl at your university, Baek Jiheon. The crazy pink color of her hair was what first caught your attention, but you fell for her as soon as she showed her bright, pure smile. It is deeply embedded into your heart and now, you consider yourself unbelievably lucky, as your dates went extremely well.

And now you both stare out of the large living room window of the luxurious villa you were able to rent for a huge discount thanks to a generous friend. The view is absolutely marvelous: An incomprehensible sunset. The sun sinks and drowns into the oceans, painting the beach, palms, and waves in the color of ripe tangerines. At this beauty of nature, you find it easy to ignore all the humans outside, enjoying the same spectacle as you two. Minutes, maybe even hours seem to pass, but all that matters is the explosion of those colors in front of you—and the girl leaning on your shoulders.

“This moment is too good to be true,” you say with a sigh. All of your worries, they are just gone, drowned in the ocean, just like the sun. Jiheon leaves her spot on your side and your eyes wander away from the ethereal view of the sun to the ethereal view that is her body: Denim shorts, barely covering her cute butt; a white crop top, barely covering her cute breast; a colorful sash, not at all covering her toned tummy. With a soft version of her glorious smile she whisper at you:

“This moment can be even better. Let’s make it truly unforgettable.”

Before you can ask about the meaning of her words, Jiheon already opened the top button of her shorts, her hands ready to drag it down. In a severe rush of panic, you jolt forward and grab her hands. A puzzled face meets another puzzled face, yet hers is adorable, while yours is chaotic.

“W-What are you doing, Jiheon?”

“I—I want to have sex with you, baby. I really, really want my first time to be with you, here, today, right now.”

She speaks confidently and removes your interrupting hand. The denim falls down her long legs onto the ground, her top follows shortly after, leaving her in a pink bikini, which fails to cover her erotic curvature. While she exudes confidence, you hide your blushed cheeks behind hands, only able to stammer at the sight:

“A-Are y-you sure? W-We don’t h-have to—”

“Baby, you are so cute,” Jiheon laughs, wildly messing up your hair and moving closer, “I am sure. The question is: are you sure? Do you want to become one with me?”

You can only nod at her irrefutable request. Your heart rate jumps to euphoric heights, when Jiheon tugs down your shorts and boxers to reveal a semi-hard cock, twitching in her soft, feminine hand. She strokes, gradually, up and down again, her thumb carefully caressing the tip from time to time.

Like a magician, she stiffens your formerly dangling shaft. Jiheon truly has a magical touch—and a magical smile, when her eyes sparkle with a hint of desire. You start to get into the situation, a situation you haven’t really dared to dream of. Every time the thought of taking her virginity came to your mind, you brushed it off, thinking she would reject it.

But now you are here, tasting her lips while unclasping her bra—first try, beginner’s luck—and having your cock thoroughly hardened by her delicate hands.

“Baby, I think it’s perfect. The size, the shape—I know this will feel good.”

“R-Really? Y-You think so?”

Jiheon kisses down your neck, her lipstick smearing everywhere she moves: “Trust me. Don’t be too fast, and everything will be alright, okay?”

The both of you, still exploring each others’ bodies with fingers and lips, sink to the surprisingly comfortable carpet floor, a nice cream-color. Your girlfriend’s praise for your cock boosts your confidence enough for you to remove her panties. A damp spot in the midst of the pink fabric amps up your excitement beyond compare

Two fingers circling her areola and two others massaging her lower lips elicit the first loud moan from her. Never in your life has hesitance shifted into urgency this quickly when you position yourself in between her legs, pushing them just a little further apart.

Jiheon opens her eyes. Her hands never left your face, and she gently caresses your flushed cheeks—you never realized hers became the same color. Although she acted determined, although she removed her clothes quickly, although she guided you all this way, this is still new territory for her. It reminds you to not take things too fast, not pound her unused, sensitive slit like a feral beast.

“Are you okay?” you ask, this time showing a strong side.

“Y-Yes, baby. P-Please be gentle.”

You raise your eyes away for a second. Thank God that the glass panel of the window reaches down to the floor, giving you a chance to see the glowing sunset, even while laying on the ground. In sync, both of your hands interlock with hers, sweat mixing with sweat. 

“You can look at the sunset, if it hurts too much…”

“No! I want to look at you, only at you. I want to see your eyes.”

Her scintillating eyes seemingly fill your entire vision, while your cock is already at her moist entrance. A push, just to get the tip a little further, but it makes Jiheon gasp. You smile softly at her agape mouth, and whisper soothing words:

“I love you, babe. It’s alright, I believe in you. Tell me if it hurts too much. Relax and breathe. I love you, my Baek Jiheon.”

It’s working. Your shaft starts to disappear into her, centimeters discovering a new, unknown feeling. The size of your cock and her possibly growing anxiety make it a tight and tense first penetration. She squirms and whines underneath you, heavy breaths and salty tears are a clear indicator that it’s painful for her.

You stop all of your advancements into her immediately and lower your face to hers, whispering soothing words softly:

“I love you, Jiheon. I hope you know that. I don’t want to do anything that hurts you, but… do you still want to become one with me? A-Are you still fine with this?”

Your girlfriend nods and quickly pecks your lips. It’s all the confirmation you need to push the last third of your cock gradually inside of her velvet hole.

With a pained scream, Jiheon throws her arms around you and presses your chest into her alluring perfectly-shaped breasts. Again, you force yourself to stop, because if it’s painful for her, your pleasure is irrelevant. Deeper would have hurt her too much, after all, she is already clenching down hard on you.

Tears flow down Jiheon’s cheek and the stained surface touches your features, while her whimpers reach your ears. Her entire body quivers and starts to cramp, so you quickly decide to caress her legs and tummy, while saying sweet words to her:

“It’s okay, babe, I’m sorry. Please, relax. Breathe, slowly, and relax. I’m sorry, babe. I love you, okay? I really love you.”

Jiheon’s body starts to loosen: Her legs, formerly stretched out in pain, now sink down next to your knees. Her arms, formerly wrapping you tight with her scream, now only rest idly on your back. Her velvet walls, formerly untouched and sacred, now filled with your sinful rod.

You two now form a bond, a connection that feels inseparable. To move out of her would just be a waste. Maybe this is just a lie you tell yourself, because you are too scared, too scared to hurt this precious girl. Swipe your hand across her temple to free it of her bangs sticking to the sweat on the flawless skin. A kiss on it.

“I-I th-think you can m-move now.” Jiheon’s response to your deep-seated length sounds whiny, almost pained. It’s not what you want to hear. It’s not reassuring, much rather gut wrenching.

“I won’t move if it hurts you. I don’t want to break you; I want to show you how much I love you.”

For a few awkward seconds, both of you shift slightly, side to side, to adjust, to do something at least. Suddenly, Jiheon moans. It must have been hard for her to play this virgin character all the time—and now the masquerade begins to crumble under the pleasure in her heat. With a deep sigh you mouth her that she should just give you a “Go” sign.

What you don’t expect is her face getting close to you and a desperate hiss at you ear:

“Destroy me, tiger.”

Worker and the other Aliens hopefully don’t get that this scene now makes absolutely no sense anymore, because with nothing holding you back, you pound Jiheon’s pussy with feral force. Everything blurs into one sensation at the sight of her shocked, yet pleasured face; such cuteness ruined by your length. Well, it’s not the first time on this ship, so you don’t even feel regret.

What has this job done to you? Even the most kind, adorable girls get their cunts plowed for amateur porn videos and all of your regret is just temporary, washed away by just a couple words. Some would consider this disgusting and hate you—Jekyll already does.

But you don’t care. Jiheon’s amazing, tight cavern, which you ravish with hard pumps ends all worries, as you mindlessly chase your orgasm. And her moans and rapid breaths are not only an indicator for her own enjoyment, but also an incentive for you to go even faster. In between these moans, she’s only able to shout contorted syllables:

“Fuck, I—so good! Please—fuck—touch me!”

This obvious reminder makes you roam her hard abs and gorgeous breasts, while you continue roaming inside her. Instead of in and out her pussy and kissing the cervix it’s up and down her torso and licking her nipples.

Sticky juices spread on your thighs, ruin the carpet, ruin her. This cute girl, Baek Jiheon, is not pure. Not how she calls you tiger and screams for her tight cunt to spread by your spear. Not how she grunts, yelps and moans at your touch. Not how her eyes sparkle at—literally everything. Jiheon’s smile fails to prevent her lustful, lewd eyes.

Those are the last thoughts, before you cum your brains out. ‘Fill me tiger, make me swell’ or something like that is what Jiheon screams at your peak, at her peak. The point of no return was long crossed and now, you can’t even differentiate between your projection and reality. Spaceship: Horizon and porn-sequence. Pure Jiheon and slut Jiheon.

Either way, you collapse on exactly this Jiheon, mind fades to black.

Spaceship: Horizon - Part 8: Plank

Male Reader x Jeon Heejin

Length: 3016 words

Tags: dom/sub switch, rough sex, bending over, doggy, riding, chocking, a lil degradation, abs!Heejin

TW: rough sex, bad names

Inspiration: Heejin making me confused: sub or dom?

Credit: @v1ntrix, @brokennightmares01, @existslikepristin​ and ofc @midnightdancingsol. Thank you for your work in editing/proofreading!!!

“Hello there, Mr. Pornstar!”

It’s the usual greeting of the duckling, a gummy smile already plastered on her face. You roll your eyes in playful annoyance but greet her with a wave nonetheless.

“Hi Yena, nice to see you again.”

Yena shoots you a couple of finger hearts, making you smile, but before you can return the childish favor, she launches at you and pecks your cheek. The gasp of surprise leaving your lips fails to encapsulate the deep-hitting confusion by this seemingly-random showing of affection. Like a lighthouse, you stand there—stationary, with a glowing head—while Yena’s giggles turn to full-blown laughter.

“Oh? Does Mr. Pornstar get shy at some unexpected love?”

“Y-Yena, why? Don’t tell me y-you’ve got feelings for—”

“For you? Hm…” Yena strokes her chin with her thumb and index finger. “Maybe I do, hehe, but that doesn’t really matter now. What matters is that you feel good and ready for your next job! It’s not going to be easy, you know?”

“So you’ll just avoid my question like that, huh?”

And Yena does exactly that. She grins, grabs your wrist, and drags you through the long, plain white corridors to another train station. Even with all the confusion she causes with her unpredictable outbursts, she seems like a good person who actually cares about you, so you might just play along with it for a while.

The two of you reach your destination, Platform 8. A lot of strong-looking, physically-fit men and women await the same train. The difference being that you wear the wrong uniform, have no idea what your job is, and Yena is teasing you with her constant hugs and tugs. A gentle push is all it takes for you to stop her. “Thank you, Ms. Choi. Your guidance was helpful as always,” you mock her with an Alienesque voice. 

She sticks her tongue out in revenge, and as the train rushes to the platform, she quickly tells you: “I saw the girl you’ll bang already. She will make you go crazy, I swear! Her face is kinda cute, but holy shit, wait till you see her muscles. Oh, and don’t get hit by a tree or log or something. I’d really hate seeing such a face go to waste.”

#

Never in your life has your hatred for artificial light been stronger. Relentless and with not a hint of mercy, an enormous spotlight does its best mid-August-sun impression by almost scorching your skin. The only solace for you: three large oak trees atop this small hill. After carrying all the equipment for your job—chopping logs of wood into small, thin planks—through the harsh light, you continue your tedious and repetitive work.

Place a log down. Swing the ax, down, up, down, up. Too many times, the blade gets stuck in a log, interrupting your process. Then, sort the produced planks. The ones that are too thin, too uneven, too ugly are useless and get thrown down the hill. All the worthy planks are put in blue plastic baskets that look like they were stolen from a dump.

When one log is finished, you go onto the next.

Place it down, swing the ax, pull it out, repeat, repeat, repeat.

Worthy. Worthy. Ugly. Uneven. Worthy. Thin. Thin. Uneven.

Your ax comes crashing down, creating another ugly plank. You turn around to a deep yet surprisingly-feminine voice that calls out to you: “Hey, dude! Need some help?” 

A woman with an immaculate face steps forward from behind one of the trees. A green crop-top shirt almost hides her medium-sized breasts. An exceptional hint of underboob makes you salivate, just like the well-toned abs further down her amazing body. 

“Oh, it IS you,” she adds, as she wipes away the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, “I finally found you. Those damn Aliens, I—”

“Huh?” you interject with no regard for politeness, “You were looking for me? Do I know you?”

“Oh, shit. Of course not. I’m Heejin, your work and fuck buddy moving forward.”

You shake your head to break the trance your task had put you in. Heejin has the exact attributes Yena told you about, and the obviousness bugs you. The very fit girl reaches out her hand, and you grab it to shake. A firm grip, maybe to flex her strength, maybe just to show interest in you. Either way, you can’t get your eyes off of her biceps: strong-looking, yet definitely not too big to be mistaken for a bodybuilder. Perfection.

“Nice to meet you, Heejin. I’m sorry for being so rude. This new work got me distracted. And if I sound rude again, I’m sorry again, but wow… your body looks stunning.”

Heejin smirks and averts her eyes to the grass on the ground, a faint blush appears shortly on her cheeks. It makes you smile in delight that such a simple compliment could evoke such a cute reaction from this unique woman. With her deep voice, she exclaims her gratitude towards you:

“Well, thank you. I’m happy I was able to find you in this godforsaken plantation. These Aliens, tch.”

The woman sits down on the grass and leans back on one of the trees, her sweaty hair beautifully hanging down her shoulders. Only now do you realize that she is panting lightly. This forest is, after all, two square kilometers in size; she might have searched for hours.

“What about those Aliens? You think they’ll not bring you to me and then have the audacity to yell at you when you take a rest?”

Your tiny chuckle immediately stops when you see Heejin looking blankly at you.

“Well, I guess you haven’t seen it—maybe it’s just the Aliens here acting up—but lately, they have gotten very weird. They forget obvious things, make clumsy mistakes, are uncoordinated and lack total consistency. A lot of guys just chill throughout work, as our Workers don’t even bother to show up, or don’t enforce the rules or trip over themselves. It’s completely different from just ten or so days ago.”

The squint in your eyes is not to block out Heejin’s blinding beauty, but because you are very confused with that assessment—until you remember what happened in the kitchen not too long ago: the main supervisor there forgot your chef’s uniform and seemed off from the usual behavior you were used to.

“Now that you mention it, I have noticed some odd behavior from them as well. And you are right, it seems recently. Although I have no clue if this means anything. I have not been around the stuff for all too long.”

“So you were asleep longer? Lucky bastard! And then you get to have sex with all kinds of horny, pent-up girls. We are not allowed to have any kind of intimate contact here… I bet it’s the same in most other units. So when I saw the video of you on one of the Helper’s screens—I literally did not wait a minute and signed up.”

You raise your eyebrow at the beauty sitting in the grass before you. She seems undecided between discussing her findings about the Aliens or wanting to fuck or get fucked. Check your surroundings just for a second: the only other people are deep in the forest, definitely not able to hear you. All other directions seem vacant of human life as well.

When you turn your eyes back to her, you see Heejin smirk as she flexes her godly abs for you. The saliva accumulating in your mouth almost falls out as drool when she leans back further, sweat rolling down the side of her head, hair sticking to her temple, and gorgeous, strong biceps.

Like a predator catching its prey, you jump on top of her, unable to resist the urge to feel up the skin between a layer of green fabric and blue denim.

“Damn, you seem greedy. You like my abs that much?”

“Shut up, Heejin. You are the one showing them off. I bet you like this.”

With one hand, you rub her tummy, feeling the strong muscles twitch a little, while your other hand moves further up underneath the crop top to her bra. Heejin moans in surprise, and the blush returns. Yet again, she is undecided, you think: does she want to be on top, the bro who fucks you or does she want to get fucked hard by your long, veiny cock.

“I can feel your inner conflict,” you whisper, cringing at your cheesiness.

“Damn, bro. Do you have like the force or something?”

While you lick at her neck and fondle her clothed breast, you hum your response:

“Nah, I can just see it in your eyes. They look fucking amazing by the way. Hm. I guess I have an idea how our scene should go.”

“Does it fuck with the minds of these motherfuckers?” Heejin asks, chuckling and groaning under your touch.

“Yes. And with yours too.”

#

Switch It Up, a hyper-modern device capable of changing setting, position, and libido in the blink of an eye, without warning. It does not say what will happen next, and it cannot be predicted—making it the perfect plaything for you and Heejin.

You both enjoy it all: being on top and dominating, or being at the bottom and receiving, but you could not figure out when to switch up your switch behavior. It’s absolutely perfect that such a device just finds its way into your life, changing it up drastically.

The first scene is in a bathroom. Heejin is just applying the final touch of makeup on her absurdly pretty face when you come crashing into the door and immediately grab her jeans and tear them down. The look of shock reflected from the mirror to you is short-lived, as you press her down at her spine and make her bend over the sink.

And then you sink into her, your length penetrating her tight pussy easily. Of course, she is not wearing panties; the device made sure of that. Use the obvious dominant position you are in and fuck the beauty from behind. Each thrust is hard and fast. You never know when the scene will switch, so enjoy this as long as you can.

“Fuck, Heejin, you’re so fucking tight! Did you train your pussy as well to milk a cock dry? Or are you just that slutty?”

“Ah, fuck, Daddy! Fuck me hard, fuck my hole, it’s all yours!”

A hard spank on her bare ass causes a ripple on the red mark.

“So you ignore my questions, bitch?! Take that!”

With a quick adjustment of your legs and hips, you now angle your cock at the upper part of her inner walls. The pounding gets slower, yet you hit a very sensitive spot very accurately.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Daddy, oh my G-God!”

The scene is actually very well-designed: a spacious bathroom, a shower, a bathtub, the toilet is in a special corner and each tile looks bright and clean. But it all goes unnoticed when your cock can graze such heavenly texture and feel the incredible heat of Heejin’s breeding chamber.

“Such a fantastic pussy. Come on, squeeze tighter!”

At first, it’s only you who squeezes down on her hips to rock her body back and forth onto your stone-hard rod, but the rough treatment that does not care in the slightest for her enjoyment makes her even wetter, and her walls start to contract.

The sound of a bell. 

Darkness engulfs two participants—everything changes.

The second scene: a beach. Empty, except for Heejin and you, which is why she presses you into the towel below you and rides you with her completely-shaved pussy. Not gently, not slow, not with love and care, but with full-on power and aggression. The slaps make you feel the texture of the sand underneath the towel as she slams you into it. 

“Take that, you little bitch boy! Get fucked hard!”

Heejin grunts in pleasure, while you can only wince and whine at her vicious attack. Somewhere at the shore, a bikini and swim pants might get swept away into the vast ocean, but with her fast fucking it’s not something about which you can worry.

Maybe you can worry about her nails: they dig into your chest as she presses you further down. Raising it becomes impossible, as does moving your legs properly. All they do is tremble at the suffocation of Heejin’s pussy. A perfect shape for your cock; or did she mold your cock with it?

“He-Heejin, f-fuck—”

A lashing slap across your cheek.

“Shut the fuck up! Cry if you can’t take it. I’ll only fuck you harder then!”

The pressure her hands put on your heavily working chest is finally lifted, but her ass just continues to bounce hard on. And the hands don’t remain idle; she uses them to give sharp, stinging hits onto your thighs, making you accidentally buck up into her.

Tears get forced into your eyes. For Heejin, it’s just an added pleasure when you unwillingly willingly fuck up into her and make her cum. She gushes out a whole ocean on your abs while groaning deeply.

The sound of a bell. 

Darkness engulfs two participants—everything changes.

At least, the location changes because things stay rather dark.

There is an empty alley in the middle of the night, some city, somewhere. Heejin is on her knees, skirt bunched up, soaked panties at her knees. You tower above her.

“Such a fucking slut! Already wet. I bet your pussy is already loose, whore!”

“You have no clue, tiny dick!”

“Tiny dick? It won’t feel tiny if I put it here.”

Align your throbbing shaft at Heejin’s rear entrance, and she squeaks. Through her deep voice it sounds just as adorable and fuckable because that is how it will end up in the world of Switch It Up.

An ass can be so enticing, thrilling, intoxicating, and with your cock drilling halfway into Heejin, you feel exactly that. The initial feeling does not overwhelm you, so you are able to plow away. The girl underneath you has her cheek on the cold, dirty pavement, deep breaths and pained whimpers evoked by your cock in her.

“Now try saying it again: ’Tiny dick.’ Are you even able to think anymore?”

Get a handful of her hair, a mixture of brown and blonde, and pull back. Make Heejin arch, make Heejin wince, make Heejin just a collection of holes for you to use. Her insane cunt is still unstuffed, although it is twitching with each of your heavy slams.

“Ouch, oh fuck, fuck!”

“Whore! Moan into the fucking concrete!”

Your free digits make their way down between her legs where she leaks endlessly. You insert three of them, instantly curling them and rubbing along slick walls. The search for her G-spot might be fun, but your real satisfaction comes from the tight ring her gorgeous butt hole forms around your cock. Fantastic.

Heejin succumbs to screams- Her mouth leaks like a broken tap and it is even worse between her legs as well. Your fingers make sure she gushes juice by stimulating her through double penetration.

A sudden, too-strong hit of your pelvis against her marvelous bottom, makes her fall bosom-first on the ground. It was just too much for her legs. You liked prone bone the same and it doesn’t matter: she will get fucked into the next climax regardless.

“Ah, Daddy, fill me! Fuck me, f-fi—”

Heejin’s sound get so incredibly lewd, they would sound concerning to any passing bystanders. Not for you though. You frankly enjoy making her mouth do things that seem unheard of. And so—

The sound of a bell. 

Darkness engulfs two participants—everything changes.

A plain kitchen for the next scene. A simple chair, but Heejin turned it into a toy for her own pleasure. Tied up, you sit there, naked and fully erect as Heejin aggressively pumps up and down, her hand wet from her own spit. You groan but an immediate hiss makes you gulp.

“One more sound from you, and you will regret it, bitch boy. Look at your pathetic dick!”

It stands at its full length, large as always, but the painful twitch makes it look rather embarrassing. Either way, it is what Heejin desires, so she climbs on your lap and slams her hot, wet pussy down on it. Well, it is your desire too, but the more you get into it with your whole body, especially your voice, Heejin cuts it off.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you.”

The deep voice threatens, and her hands follow up by constricting your throat. Breathlessly, your vision becomes a hazy mess, although all you could see is a beautiful girl riding you. You can also feel it, of course, but the nerves in your head start to burst to make it all one push of ecstasy. The lack of oxygen starts to increase the feeling tenfold, and before you even realize it, your orgasm is inevitable.

“Bitch boy, fucking—make me cream!”

At her command, you thrust up, thrust into her, thrust through your orgasm, just to make her not kill you with those delicious-looking palms pressing down and blocking your breathing.

Like an explosion, it overcomes you two. The scene was just about to change, so it looks like the Switch It Up device starts to collapse: flickering pictures of scenarios, settings, and sceneries of familiar to obscure places.

A rainforest. A bank. An apartment. An extraterrestrial planet. A volcano. A spaceship. Your home. A tower. A void. A bathtub.

The only constant is Heejin, dripping of your cum and leaning on your chest. Happiness on her face. Yeah, you feel the same, but this chaos might have consequences for you, even if it is just the emotional weight of seeing your bed again.

So close, yet so far away.