Castle of A Thousand Spiders

Male Reader x Kwon Eunbi

Length: 3113 words

Tags: rough, choking, royal oral, therapist!eunbi

Inspiration: I literally live in a castle :)

Credit: @worldsover for editing, proof-reading and motivating. Thank you!

“Tell me, please. What do you fear?”

The room is smaller than you expected. Plain concrete walls, a couple of shelves, a wooden desk, a vase. All in white. Even the chair you were sitting on matched the color of the snow outside. During these winter days you decided to finally face your fears. Or rather, the last one there is.

One person was always mentioned. Everywhere, every time you asked for professional help, her name came up. Her personal, practical, and technical skills are exceptional, they said. She will heal you for certain, they said.

“I despise those creatures. No matter the size, no matter the threat they pose, I just can’t stand them. I feel like screaming, running, and dying the moment I see them. An eight-legged monster, no god would create something like this!”

You try to remain calm, but the words pour out of your heart quicker than your brain could react. Now she understands. She adjusts her black glasses with her elegant fingers, then takes notes. Her suit and skirt create a stark contrast to the white room, the red blouse underneath adding some color. And the stockings do little to hide her thick, creamy thighs, a dream for every straight man.

“Arachnophobia. The irrational fear of spiders. You are not the first one with this condition. Good for you because I already have a special treatment ready. I will set it up, just a minute.”

While talking, she never looks at you. Her gaze is always focused somewhere else: her notes, her screen, the door. In white, of course. Although it is weird you don’t mind it. It gives you a chance to gaze at those huge, round breasts of hers. Yet another dream for every straight man.

Suddenly, she rises from her seat and walks around the desk to face you, two pairs of gloves in her hand. This must be the first time she thoroughly looks at you, her eyes wandering from your hair to your bent knees. Her expression stays the same—cold, professional, focused. You could swear you saw a light sparkle in her eyes, but a sudden grab on your right wrist throws you off.

“Say: Have you ever used a dream-machine?”

Startled, you shake your head. You have heard of them, an invention by Tesla to help with sleep disorders and similar issues.

“After putting on these gloves, you will be in a lucid dream. You cannot distinguish between dream and reality, which is why I chose a setting you will quickly realize is fake. We will find each other in this dream, and I will help you get rid of your fear. The machine will eject us afterwards.”

For the first time, a smile is visible on her gorgeous face. Your surprised, confused face loosens—her grip on your wrist loosens too.

“Miss Kwon I—“

“Eunbi. Just Eunbi is fine.”

“Oh, okay. Eunbi, I… want this fear gone, forever. So please, take me to this dream. I am not scared.”

Your face is serious, but her smile turns into a cute grin. She takes one of the gloves—white, of course—and puts it on your right hand. Expecting to touch silk was wrong; the insides feel like cold metal. No difference on the left hand. After also covering her hands with the fake silk, Eunbi moves her chair in front of yours.

“It will tickle a little, then you will sleep.”

“Okay. Anything else, I need to know?”

She raises an eyebrow; her face is cold again. For the last time, she adjusts her posture.

“Nothing is real. Nothing has consequences for this reality. I will meet you in the Castle of a Thousand Spiders.”

It tickles. A lot. Then everything turns black, and all sounds are gone.

* * *

A magnificent room. From what you can tell, at least 20 feet to the ceiling, hundreds of feet deep and wide. The walls are grey, but decorated with large paintings, brute statues, and colorful windows, like those you have seen in the churches of Europe. The floor tiles are made of marble, so clean that one might slip and fall. A crimson-red carpet with gold edges connects the distant door with a couple of stairs that lead to a throne. A throne made for a king like you.

Your white chestplate has a golden lion in the center, your back covered by an expensive purple coat. The silk around your thighs is smooth like the touch of women and the heavy crown on your head is more oppressive than your biggest statue. An elegant emerald embedded in the front.

Years have passed since you have lost count of the number of soldiers you have sent into battle, mostly victorious. You’ve also lost count of the gold you own, the people you rule in this castle, and the women who have courted you. They all deem you to be the greatest king this empire has ever seen, almost every decision made carefully and perfectly.

The work is done for today. You remove the massive golden crown from your head and hand it to your wisest consultant. He bows down. You sigh.

“Excellent work, majesty, as always.”

“I could never carry this burden without you. Take my belongings away. Afterwards, you may take a rest.”

“Of course, majesty. May I ask, how you will spend your time today?

Slowly removing the chest plate that your father forged 50 years ago, you speak your thoughts: “I shall inspect my castle. The maids and servants, the soldiers and commanders, all of their effort should match yours.”

“I pray it is to your liking, my king.”

He bows down one last time, then runs off, your chest plate and crown making each movement painful for him. With slow and powerful steps, you walk down the marble stairs, then across the carpet towards the exit door of the magnificent throne room.

One second later and you remember it. Everything returns to you; the lie is washed away. You have not ruled this kingdom for a decade, you never did win a single war, and your purpose here is not to be king. Just moments ago, you knew everything about this place, the rooms, the paintings, the people. However, all those memories are gone, like dust in the wind.

You quickly shake your head and refocus. Finding Eunbi should be your new priority. With quick, light steps you hurry through the long hallways until you find two handmaidens carrying sheets and talking along the way. They look at you and freeze for a second, then drop on their knees, foreheads on the dirty floor.

“Majesty, please forgive us. Our attention was divided, we swear,” the older one speaks, her voice trembling with fear.

“My child, do not blame yourself. I was looking for help and you are a blessing for me. Do any of you know a person with the name Eunbi? She might be a handmaiden like you.”

The younger one raises her head a little off the ground and whispers in a raspy voice: “A woman named Eunbi, she works in the kitchen as a servant for the chef. She has very long maroon hair, my king.”

A sigh of relief escapes your lips, then you order them to rise.

“Please, convoy me to the kitchen. Your king will be proud.”

After a few minutes of walking, you do not find yourself in a kitchen, but in a yard paved with cobblestone. The chef, waving a large wooden spoon, orders the servants to clean the pots and jars, faster and faster. Underneath the heavy sound of metal slamming into metal and water being spilled, you see her. A white apron, sullied with stains in all colors, covers her maiden outfit—an old, worn-out dress, the shade of chestnut. Though they all hide her defined body and ample thighs, one can still assume the colossal size of her breasts.

They notice you, all of them, except for her. Like leaves in a tornado, they panic and end on the cold ground. You don’t pay attention to their begging and pleading; instead, you grab Eunbi and look into her startled eyes.

“I am here. Now what?” you whisper. A happy grin forms on her gorgeous face. She entangles your fingers in hers.

“You are a fast one. Follow me!”

* * *

The castle is even bigger than you initially thought. Endless grey hallways next to avenues with oak trees next to artificial lakes. A maze with stone walls and red carpets or wooden fences and green grass, but Eunbi never loses her way. She stopped dragging you minutes ago, so you have to keep her steady pace.

And then, a feeling. Uneasiness spreads throughout your body, as Eunbi stops at a ridiculously big door. It looks like charcoal, you thought.

“Your fear—” She pauses for a second; you gulp “—is right behind this door. As long as it’s black, you should neither open nor touch it. You couldn’t handle being in this room.”

“So, I should not face my fears,” you speak your mind. “Fucking great.” 

Eunbi puts a hand on your left shoulder, caressing it. Your tense muscles start to ease, the feeling slowly leaving your body as she continues her massage. “It will take a while. Maybe minutes, maybe hours, then you will feel it: A call to adventure, a divine message, an irresistible order, or a sudden urge. You should not resist this urge; it reflects your inner desires. And after you pacify these desires, the door will turn white, and your fear is gone.”

“It’s that easy?”

“Yes.”

“And what if I…” You pause. Uncertainty raises its ugly head; it becomes apparent on your face. 

Eunbi smiles softly and pushes your back to the right. “I know a room with couches and chairs, very cozy. Just relax until you know it. And then… tell me or just do it, ‘kay?”

Each nod is a lie: you are still not convinced and afraid of your inner self. In this part of the castle, not a single human soul is even close to seeing you two. Everything is silent, the atmosphere calm. The uneasiness that captured your body a minute ago is completely gone.

And then, the urge. It hits you with the power of a thousand Viagra pills. You grab Eunbi, who just opened the door whole, at her collar and pin her to the doorframe. With a swift and aggressive motion, you tear her apron from her body. Her face is in absolute shock, as you try to regain some self-control. Your hands still near her throat, you look into her eyes. They scream: 

“Don’t fucking stop!”

That’s the last straw. Grab her dress even tighter, throw her on the largest couch in the room, and get on top of her. She reaches for your belt and removes your spotted trousers while you get rid of that annoying coat. As your clothes fly out in all directions you notice her tongue sticking out, drool dripping onto the pillows.

“You filthy peasant.”

“Fucking kiss me already.”

Attack her viciously with your tongue. She is talented, for sure, but the pure passion and lust are just too much to handle. After getting complete control over the kiss, you grab her wrists and pin her even deeper into the cushions.

Her mouth is delicious, and the warmth is exceptional. A good place to finish, you realize. Those pink lips of hers can do more than kiss. Letting go of her wrists, your hands start to wander down her body, her smooth skin warming to the touch. Her creamy thighs especially capture your interest; squeezing them lightly earns you a soft moan into your mouth. You feel her hand on your chest, then she pushes you out of the kiss though strings of saliva still connect your tongues.

Take a deep look into her gorgeous face: The white skin is tainted with a blush, mouth still agape, and those eyes show her desire. Her slutiness.

“The dress. Daddy, please,” she begs in a low voice, interrupted by heavy pants. 

You grab the bottom of the dirty rag she just called a dress and pull it over her head. No undergarments. Her exceptional breasts are fully exposed and they are immaculate, with their pink areolas, hard nipples, and enormous size. You watch as her hands slowly move over her mounds and then down her tight midriff. Her pussy is bright in color and a little brown hair is right above it. Eunbi uses two fingers to spread her lips and juices drip all over the couch.

“Put it in. I need it!”

Her begging voice is adorable. It hardens your already stiff cock even more. Slowly, you align your shaft with her gushing entrance and push just a little, only rubbing her lips. She grows impatient.

“What the fuck? Put it in already.”

A hand on her throat, you apply pressure. Whisper into her ear: “You are not in charge here, slut. Do you understand?”

Her eyes grow large, tears start to form, and when you apply more pressure, she nods. Remove your hand to finally grab her delicious tits, though one hand is not enough, so you get both and start to knead them, deliberately avoiding her stiff nipples. Eunbi silently accepts her punishment before you suddenly jolt your hips forward.

Her mouth is wide open but no scream escapes, as your whole cock impales her. The slick walls of her pussy are piping hot, and the pressure is insane. You can’t remove your cock; she is clenching too hard. With all of your willpower you resist immediately filling the insides with cum and when you finally pinch a nipple, she explodes. Her juices overflow and a scream pierces the air.

A smug grin forms on your face. You decide to fuck her through the orgasm. Though you pull out of her with the strength of ten men, after placing a hand on her clitoris, you shove back into her like a medieval battering ram. Eunbi’s body shakes violently, the screams turning to muffled moans, her eyes flickering. The stimulation overwhelms her. Those velvety walls squeeze your member again and again, the delicious looking juices turning them wet enough for you to slip out. And back in. It is harder than every workout you ever tried as most of your muscles add to the experience: One hand pinches her nipples or slaps her breast, the other roams her smooth legs, while both legs give you leverage to destroy her pussy.

Your eyes focus on Eunbi’s face after inspecting all of her other perfections. Although her body might be flawless, her brain is certainly dirty, filled with the lewdest of thoughts. She screams through her moans, tongue hanging out of her mouth:

“Choke me, daddy! Hard, daddy!”

A heavy groan, then both of your hands find her throat. Underneath her abdomen, she squeezes. Above her collarbone, you squeeze. The loud moans that filled the room moments ago are gone. All of your muscle flexing does not help, cum already filling your cock, so you quicken the pace. Her body starts to spasm again, stronger than before, and her blushed face turns dangerously pale.

Like a volcano you erupt, pumping shot after shot of your semen into her cavern. Immediately after removing your hands, you kiss her, feeling her breathe into your mouth. She is still shivering. You remove your still erect cock from her to watch the fountain of cum between her legs. Eunbi, your insanely hot therapist, is gushing your mixed juices.

“I want you to fucking choke on my cock, whore.”

No response, just heavy panting. Her eyes flicker. With no patience you grab a handful of her messy, brown hair and spin her around. You get up and pull only her head off the couch. This way, you can finally enjoy the sight of her ass while you plunge into her mouth. Eunbi instantly gags and you have to restrain yourself from moaning. Her lips feel soft, the insides warm. This is definitely less exhausting than her pussy, you think, as you slowly start fucking her face.

It takes some time for her to come back to her senses. She licks the invading shaft and tries to take every inch in, to no avail. With the tip of her tongue, she traces your sensitive spots, making the experience even more thrilling. You repay her by using your free hand to grab her butt, the other still holding her hair. Firm, huge, just like her tits, a perfect pair of pillows. A slap, she moans. A finger at her back entrance, Eunbi grabs your thighs tightly. Don’t insert it to tease her.

You pick up the pace one last time as you feel your last orgasm taking over. Eunbi chokes and gags, her tongue sticking out and drool dripping on the carpet floor.

“Filthy whore,” you groan. Balls deep inside her, you cum down her throat. You promise yourself to stay in this position forever. Forever is ten seconds. Then you collapse.

* * *

The feeling, the uneasiness is gone. The urge, the sexual frenzy is gone. You stand in the midst of the room, the white door wide open. Spiders, small and large, all of them in glass cages or plastic boxes, surround you. Hundreds, maybe even thousands. One of them, the tiniest you have ever seen, crawls on the palm of your hand.

It cannot hurt you; its fangs are too small. It will not hurt you; it has no reason to. The fear is gone, and all of the eight-eyed animals disappear.

“Y…You did it.”

Eunbi stumbles through the door, you catch her fall.

“Only thanks to you. I was scared, even of the smallest ones. Now, I can calmly breathe in the presence of a tarantula.”

She smiles softly, her messy hair making her face even more beautiful. “That is part of my job.”

“Oh, and… sorry for the—”

“That is also part of my job.”

Suddenly, the earth starts to tremble. Every second, it gets more intense. Deep inside, you know why. But for now, it can’t be true. The walls around you start to fall. Pillars of stone crash into the cages. You know the sounds are not real, but maybe your voice can reach her. “C-Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, but your time is limited.”

“Do you… want to go grab a coffee, m-maybe tomorrow?”

“Sorry, but… remember what I said: Nothing is real here. Nothing.”

Dazed

Male Reader x Hwang Yeji x Choi Yoojung

Length: 3782 words

Tags: rough sex, choking, oral, drugs, threesome, dazed!you

TW: breathplay, blood, drugs, non-con

Inspiration: a little “Drunk-Dazed” by ENHYPEN, a lot of Yeji BFH

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ for editing and proof-reading. Thank you!

“Hey, big guy! Wanna join us?”

You spin around at the sound of a feminine voice from behind, effectively turning your back to the crowd behind you. The party has been dull and excessively loud the whole time, all of those elbows, thrown around by dancing people and the drinks they spill and the strong smell of sweat and alcohol, you despise it all. Inside you find a million curses for the friend who convinced you to tag along for once: he is already drunk, flirting with everybody in his blurred sight. A pathetic figure.

“Big guy? Do I know you?” you almost scream as an answer, fighting against the ridiculously heavy bass from the speakers, no idea if she understood. With a quick step forward, the girl closes the distance, then grabs the sleeve of your sweatshirt, pulling you through a door, away from the noise, the mayhem, into a hallway. The creaking of wooden floorboards finally audible, the light only dim in this part of the cabin, miles away from civilization and law-enforcement. Another door, another hallway, everything coated with dust, no people in sight and the moonlight, shining through a big square window sets an eerie mood.

“The last room on the right,” your kidnapper nonchalantly says. From behind, her loose, black dress is only partially visible, most of the back covered by long strands of reddish-orange hair and pointed, polished fingernails leave marks on lower arms. From the brief gaze you gave her face a minute ago, only her eyes still burn inside the back of your mind, dripping of eagerness and screaming indecencies, the textbook definition of lewd. This might be bad.

“Hey, where are we going? Could you like, stop that?” You pull back against her and force her to stop inches away from the designated destination. You can hear traces of a commotion behind the door. It’s neither music or dancing, however; it sounds like glass honing a flat surface, then laughter, then a drunken scream of joy.

“Shit, we are probably too late! Get in there, big guy!”

“What is going on? Is this like a reality show?” Your questions find no answers aside from a pout from her crimson lips and sad shoulders letting gravity do the work. Is it even possible to resist such a face?

“Fine, at least tell me what’s going to happen in there.”

A small smirk and her eyes squint a little more, the blue and grey light from Earth’s satellite revealing the pretty side of her face to you. The makeup is defined, but not overly so, except for on her lips, her soft features seem one-of-a-kind and the skin is smooth, from forehead to cleavage. Her outfit and gaze however, invert the good-girl image: from the roots of her colored hair to those long leather boots, she exudes pure sex.

“We’re playing truth-or-dare. You’re gonna love it, trust me.”

The door swings open, the shade of a strong lamp blasting light onto a wooden octagon table in the center of the room, a green wine bottle rotating on top of it. The shelves and closets, parts of the kitchen, even the large black couch in the right corner all look worn down and ready to fall apart any minute now. On the left-hand side lies yet another door, made of metal, and there are no windows or paintings to hide the decaying brown and black planks as walls. A strong smell of liquor and salt invades your nostrils.

At the table, three people, all around your age, sit and stare at the flask still making its rounds. One of them, a guy, is sweating heavily, his t-shirt and trousers spotted with wet spots. The girl to his left is modest and conservative looking: she’s wearing a knitted sweater, a long skirt, as well as glasses with a noticeable lack of make-up, and you notice her visibly trembling from wide-open eyes to her knees.

It is only now that you feel the heat and tension in this room, while a hand between your shoulder blades pushes you closer towards the scene. Your eyes capture the final participant, a tiny girl. She is a polar opposite to her neighbor: dark pink strands of hair that run in streaks through her chaotic shoulder-length coiffure, a checkered grey button-up dress that completely bares her right shoulder, and a choker that you could swear had obscenities printed on it underlining her perfectly-shaped and skillfully made-up face.

With a playful and somewhat excited glance, she greets you briefly before lowering her eyes back to the table. The game is just about to end when you are pushed immediately next to the table by the orange-haired girl. The trembles hasten, the sweating increases, you even hear a small pant as the green bottle finally stops, pointing straight at the girl with the glasses. After insanely long seconds of silence, the girl leaps up from her seat.

“Finally! Take me!” she screams, and an absurd scenery unfolds before you. The guy pounces, like a tiger at his target, his shoulder shoving you to the side. The girl’s glasses turn askew at the impact, her formerly neat hair messily flying about. He pins her to the metal door while groping about for the handle before successfully opening it. Their tongues collide while she tries to fight back for control, but he just grabs her by the ass, picking her up before they both disappear, the returning metal obscuring the view from your fascinated yet confused eyes.

A deep sigh, then a fist slams onto the light brown table. “God dammit! I’m so out of luck today. He was kinda hot,” the tiny girl exclaims, her face covered in hands.

In your confusion, it takes time for you to formulate a question that you’re not sure would even get a reaction. Nothing comes to mind that would suffice, so you just stand there dumbfounded while the orange-haired girl places another set of red party cups and a new bottle of Jack Daniel’s on the table. She caresses the head of her friend to console her while pointing towards you.

“He looks good too and didn’t run away. It’s going to be worth it for you,” she whispers, loudly enough for you to understand.

“Okay… what… who… why? I don’t even fucking know what to ask,” you finally manage to stutter out, earning you chuckles and tempting glances from four eyes.

“Like I said: we play truth-or-dare. Every time you can’t answer or oblige, drink; when your drink is finished, strip; first person to lose their panties or boxers loses. Capisce?”

The explanation by the taller one does not make any sense to you, especially in the light of what just happened, and playing with only three people seems false, a waste of time. You feel your eyes wander to the exit, but for some reason, they sway back to the two girls, whose smirks breed malicious thoughts in your head. Their outfits, their bodies, their faces, irresistible. If you play well, you might catch more than the glimpse of smooth skin hinted at by a revealed shoulder or a wide-open collar.

“Okay, I guess. By the way, I am—”

“I don’t care about your name, just sit down and play!” the small one shouts in a terribly acted serious tone.

“Yeah, but I kinda care. Should I call you dwarf and orange?” you playfully grouse back at her, making that grin of hers even more portentous.

“I am Yeji, this is Yoojung. Great that you play with us, I promise we won’t bite or take pictures,” the orange-haired one laughs, while filling each cup to the brim with the amber liquor. Again, the weird and subtle smell of salt hits your nostrils as you sit down, the chairs more stable and comfortable then you initially thought.

“Okay, I’ll spin first,” Yoojung remarks, stretching her whole body over to reach the bottle and you try not to stare at her now exposed cleavage; that dress is definitely too big for her. Wait, is she even wearing a bra?

“Oh, and by the way, if it lands between two people, they both have to complete the dare or tell the truth. The third one is lucky,” she adds and gives a hot wink. Confusion and uncertainty give way to arousal and a rise in your body temperature, the sweatshirt already feeling like more than enough clothing and your female counterparts seem to feel the same.

The bottle stops, pointing in your direction. You just sigh, Lady Luck clearly not favoring you tonight like always. The girls are amused and put their heads together to concoct a plan, likely for your embarrassment. A sudden scream, dampened by the metal door and thick walls, shakes you out of your thoughts. Those two from earlier, they really go crazy.

“Big guy, what an unlucky start for you. We dare you to remove your sweatshirt or drink!” Yeji’s words come slow and powerful, an unexpected seriousness in her voice. Don’t even think about not obliging.

“Already making me lose my clothes, how clever,” you cheekily reply, discarding the garment to the ground. The air feels more bearable now, almost cozy, against your t-shirt; meanwhile, the girls ogle your abs. Spin the bottle again to continue the game. Only two sounds ring out in the air: glass scratching on wood and muffled moans from those two strangers who seem to have lost all their manners. Yeji and Yoojung seem unfazed, their attention solely on the game. All eyes grow wide open as an ungodly force chooses you again. Dreadful.

“Yeji, I already got something,” Yoojung giggles, a devilish grin on her features and a finger on the younger’s red lips. Wait, did she almost suck on that?

“Get in there and tell those two fuck birds to keep it down or drink!”

In the same tone as Yeji’s, her command makes you blush red upstairs and form a small tent downstairs. You give her a look of disgust and raise the liquor to your mouth. A sweet-salty and surprisingly delicious cold mixture invades your throat: there is definitely a fuck-ton of alcohol in this.

“Woah, Buddy, that is a lot, stop! Unless, you want to lose your clothes, huh?” Yoojung’s bratty voice is a new source of arousal, or is it just the booze starting to blur your mind? Does it even matter?

“I’m not going to lose anything. Third time’s… the charm.”

The bottle spins, and so does your brain: coherent thoughts become a rarity, every breath feels fast and heavy and like a fever, warm blood rushes throughout your body, mostly away from your temple and into your pylon.

A halt. A deep groan from the other room. Finally, the cap is not pointed at you. The tiny girl grabs strands of hair in frustration. She should fear your revenge.

“Yoojung… how about you unbutton this coat of yours or drink!”

Mimicking their tone works, although you stumble over some words. Yeji’s sluttiness has been apparent for you, even now she is drooling a little, but Yoojung hesitates, her elegant, miniature fingers wandering away from her body to the liquor.

“You little fucker,” she whispers, then drinks, maybe more than you did.

“Wow, both of you are so boring,” Yeji hisses. She leans over to resume the round and gives you a chance to stare. Yep, she is definitely not wearing a bra, for half a second you see those breasts jiggle without restraint underneath her thin dress.

Your sanity is now on its last leg. Grunting like a pig, panting like a dog and horny like a rabbit, you, for some reason, don’t even want to hide this massive erection between your thighs and it barely stays behind the tabletop. Since when did booze hit you this hard? You never turned into this lusty animal before, but why now? Something is fucking wrong.

The bottle stops, Yeji loses. Yoojung, struggling the same way you do, her brain as fuzzy as her eyes, just points at the taller girl and shouts: “Yeji, drink up, I dare you!”

Yeji lets out a hum while downing the whole cup and your mind breaks. No new thoughts, no reason, no morale, no sense of time, everything is stripped away and replaced by desire. Your hands dig into anything they can grasp: the table, the chair, your t-shirt, it does not matter.

“Round 5!” Yeji’s whole body trembles. Her dark brown eyes spin first, then the green flask. From the corner of your eye, you see the girls stand up, their hands the same as yours, on the verge of cramping. The tension building up is unbearable, and there is no way to release it unless someone just starts.

Every round is an eternity, the rules have changed, who will break first? What will happen afterwards? Why—

“I don’t care anymore!”

Yoojung succumbs first. She leaps on the table, kicking it clear of all items before crawling on over to you. Her hands fumble at the buttons of her dress; impatient, you help her by ripping it open. No underwear beneath save for sexy thigh-straps. From behind, Yeji yanks your trousers and boxers down before digging her nails through your t-shirt into your skin, you groan.

Yoojung throws the tatters away, unveiling most of her pale skin. She then exposes her pussy to you, a shaved, tiny hole, juices leaking in streams. With unnecessary force you pin her down, one arm is enough. Use the other to align her with your massive member. From her needy and rapid moans, you presume that she doesn’t care if you break her, so you just slam into that tight, wet hole.

“Oh. My. Fucking. Go—”

A first thrust breaks her words, a second her will, a third and she is more onahole then human. Yeji’s nails finally leave your t-shirt in rags. She tears it off your body and peppers your bruised torso with kisses and licks, the red of her lipstick mixing with little drops of your blood.

Sex should feel great, sensational. That is what you’ve always thought, but right now, sex is a necessity, as important as breathing. Your dick pounding Yoojung is the same as your heart beating. The faster a heart beats, the more exciting life is, so pick up the pace drastically.

The sound of your crotch hitting her pelvis almost trumps all those noisy moans. Yoojung’s face seems almost frozen in an ahegao and her body spasms in irregular intervals. Meanwhile, Yeji abandons the painful mess she carved on your chest and climbs next to her friend, slowly peeling off her black dress. The breasts she teased you with earlier, jiggle only an inch away from your face, so you lunge forward and feast on the one you captured.

“Fuck. Please, wait, I—”

Don’t listen to her. Your hands pull down the garment to her ankles, revealing soaked panties, semen leaking out of the side. Yoojung spasms again as you hit the entrance of her womb.

“I am a bad girl. Punish me.” Yeji’s sexy features are filled with lust. She moves her panties to the side and sticks two fingers inside her entrance, the naughty sounds and deep moans from her a surprising change-up from Yoojungs noises. Is she still alive?

“Please. Punish me,” the first load of cum drops out of Yeji and onto slender fingers. Speaking of first loads, Yoojung’s tightness around your dick lets loose, interrupting your building orgasm, so you try to check her pulse in an unconventional way.

You choke her. Hard. Her eyes widen, your thumbs at her adorably small throat blocking air from coming in and moans from coming out. It works perfectly, the velvety walls milking your shaft, as if they were begging for mercy. Please, let us stay alive, they scream.

As the elder’s face turns blue, her insides turn white. Your grip loosens, so does her pussy. Slip out of her and so does your cum. That hole really is tiny.

Still mesmerized by the statue you created, a fountain with an arched back, arms to the side and tongue sticking out, you fall back onto the chair, eyeing Yeji. Orange hair flares up into a messy ponytail, black leather boots spread out, someone else’s seed all over the place. Needy noises.

“Pleeeeease. You’re still hard, I—”

“You really think I would fuck you, while you’re still this dirty?”

Another pout from her and you shoot up. Try to look infuriating and she flinches. You hook your right arm underneath her knees and snatch that messy hair to carry her to those couches. She looks scared, confused as you lay her down, on her back, head hanging over the edge, your twitching erection at her cheek. She cross-eyes the enormous size and whimpers in a hoarse voice:

“I’m sorry. I can’t take it. Never.”

“And here I was, thinking you were a whore. Pathetic.”

Remove it and she yelps, but when she wants to follow it, you press her shoulders down. A second of contemplation, but she is too dick-deprived.

“I…I’ll try.”

“Good.”

You align the tip with her lips, they part, and you slip in, halfway, no gag.  Adjust her a little, then she can take it three quarters, still no gag. Push hard once and her arms flail around at the lack of oxygen as she gags at the pace of a machine gun. Your hips work on their own, pulling out just a little to gain friction and then gliding back in to hear these delicate sounds. This is Beethoven’s 10th symphony; your ears don’t deceive you. Wait, is she still alive?

You pull out almost the entire thing and she sucks air in. Yeji, the vacuum cleaner. Good nickname. And back in, quicker this time. The pleasure of her mouth made you forget to admire that gorgeous body of hers, absolute perfection: juicy thighs and in between a well-trimmed, juicy pussy, Her sexy midriff lined with delicious abs and those succulent tits are just everything. Feast on them, while your second orgasm shakes your knees.

‘Is this load larger than the one inside Yoojung?’ you ask yourself while Yeji struggles with the drink you poured down her throat. She just coughs it all up, getting her whole face dirty and sticky. An avalanche of cum; is that bad for the eyes?

“Looks good on you. Where the fuck is my cell-phone?” you sarcastically ask as Yeji tries to breath through layers of cum and spit and dick.

After you remove your hold from her shoulders, she pinches your thighs hard, a revenge for nearly suffocating her. With a clearer mind now, it actually hurts a bit, so you slap her forehead with your half-erect dick.

Suddenly, clacking from behind. The guy from before bursts into the room completely naked and grabs the bottle of liquor you and the girls drank from and takes a large sip. He doesn’t even acknowledge your presence, nor Yoojung panting on the table, nor Yeji playing with your sperm on her face, only heading back just as quickly as he came.

“What in the fuck? Why—” you stop. For the first time your brain works and makes logical conclusions. All of it makes sense now: The salty smell, the animalistic lust, your dazed mind. You didn’t just drink booze, those bitches mixed something else into it. A strong stimulant, which turns humans into fuck toys. Wait, is this rape?

Lost in thought, you don’t notice Yoojung pressing your hands together and Yeji tying them up, and by then, it is too late. They push you to the couch, Yeji using her whole body weight to keep your legs down and Yoojung sits on your chest, her cute butt right in your sight.

“Yoo, make him pay,” Yeji says, an angry dominance in her voice. Yoojung shifts her pelvis over your face, her pussy hovering right above your mouth. You see your own cum as it drips out of her, onto your chin and neck; no, you don’t want to—

“Taste yourself, you fucking asshole,” Yoojungs voice is hoarse and quiet, but the instruction is clear. “Otherwise, I’m not going to let you breathe.” Her threat is reinforced by squeezing your head, neck, mouth, and nose with those genitals you pounded earlier, through the darkness you can’t see if they are still red. A sense of self-worth or pride keeps your lips shut. For about three seconds, then the seal is broken. White stuff, your white stuff pours into your orifice.

“He actually did it, ha—” Cut Yoojung off by sucking her clit.

“Good,” is what you hear from Yeji. You do feel a lot more of her, as she rubs your sensitive, half erect member against her slit. Of course, it is warm, of course it is wet, you know that. And now you know that whatever they gave you still works since your blood only knows one way. The moment you’re rock-solid, Yeji raises her hips and comes crashing down on you, a victorious growl escaping her lips.

How the fuck is she so tight? There is probably still leftover cum inside of her and at this insane pace, you will fill her in no time. Her trembling hands travel across your scarred abs, her first orgasm adds even more grazes, blood drips onto the black cushions.

“Yeji, how can you handle that massive thing?” Yoojung stammers, while rubbing her swollen cunt on your face.

“I… I can’t,” Yejis response is honest, her eyes roll to the back of her head, a deep thrust of yours sends her to unknown heights. A second orgasm.

“Yeji, please. Choke me, I’m close,” Yoojung begs, and you tease her entrance with elegant licks. Her thigh-straps bend your ears painfully, but this close to climax, pain is a non-factor.

With all of her strength, Yeji finds the throat of her friend and squeezes. A waterfall of juices floods your mouth, oh God, you might drown in this. You know that there are a million noises going on, from these never-ending moans, screams, and groans to the wet slapping of bodies colliding, to the creaking of the couch, but you cannot hear them.

Yoojung’s overstimulation wrings every liquid out of her, the mixture filling your mouth, throat, stomach, and lungs. You will die here. Suffocation, no, drowning is inevitable. The last thing you do: cum deep in Yeji’s tight pussy, filling her womb with seeds. She will keep it inside.

Then you pass out. Or die. Does it matter?

Say It Again

Male Reader x Jung Yerin

Length: 4810 words

Tags: fluffy, sensual, loving, slow sex, a lot of sweat, virgin!yerin

TW: emotional trauma

Inspiration: Yerins smile :)

Credit: @existslikepristin​ and @kpopflorxl​ for saving this mess. Thank you!

“Hey, can you explain it again?”

You raise your head, annoyed by the interruption, although not surprised. The person asking the question sits across from you, at the small kitchen table you use for everything: eating, writing, studying, teaching. University empties your pockets relentlessly and all the little stuff you can afford for yourself easily fits into this one room apartment in the center of the city. Ever since you decided to study, life has been a burden and especially during these insanely hot summers, you loathe it all. The sun burns through the only window, no mercy for the people inside. Luckily, Yerin always brings a portable air conditioner.

“I just explained that a minute ago. Why do you never listen?”

Yerin’s parents are rich and ambitious, which is why they want her to succeed in school. However, she never complied with their ideals. Her laziness, childish behavior, and lack of care for everything concerning school put her in this precarious scenario. If it weren’t for you, she would have failed. Since she turned eighteen, you have taught her about formulas and analysis, physics, and history. For some reason you’re the only one she would mostly listen to. Others have a hard time reaching her. 

“I pay you a fortune, so come on and say it again, please,” she says in a playful, whiny tone.

You drop the book you wear reading, then cross your arms and lean back into the dark wooden chair. She is wrong, she never pays for these lessons, her parents do and it’s far from being a fortune. But as you formulate your smug response to shut her up, she stands up and walks over to you. Baffled, you turn to her as she leans down, mere inches away from your face, her warm breath hitting you.

“Say it again, please?”

You feel your heart stop for just a moment. The grin on her face is irresistible: Her white cheeks, small lips, and half-lidded eyes overwhelm you with their cuteness. This is her strongest weapon, a smile to end all smiles and you knew this was going to happen. Her adorable appearance and bubbly personality made every hour you spend with her bearable during these dry times. And after a couple of months, you grew needy of her presence and hated missing the opportunity to meet her.

With a thick blush you give her a response. “O-Okay… sit down. And please pay attention this time.”

She waddles back around the table, her face turned towards you at all times, the grin never leaving her lineaments. The longer you look at her, the more your body heats up; your knees slowly melt. From now on, every time you explain a problem to her, your gaze moves down. Every time those big eyes of hers meet yours, sweat runs down your forehead. And every second spent with her is like a never-ending journey to heaven.

The last time this feeling hit you was years ago, in high school. Your best friend carried you through the anxiety of asking her out and the following heartbreak, he helped you to forget her name. Back then, the summer was also hot and dry, the sun was also merciless, and life was unbearable.

The brisk feeling of love is quickly tainted by worries and you feel yourself growing more anxious with every word you speak to Yerin. All those explanations of yours turn useless, your eyes start avoiding the world, then they fall on Yerin, a stutter. You close your lips and look down onto the dirty wooden floor, realizing that teaching her is now impossible, and you can feel losing grip on her parents’ money, as she softly asks: “Oppa, are you okay? Is something wrong? Can I help you?”

You’re frozen solid, like the ice cream you wish would engulf you right now, the room temperature is probably setting records, and your body is an ambitious contributor. Suddenly, a hand grips your left shoulder, caressing it in slow circles. You look up and see a worried smile on Yerin’s face as she thoroughly inspects you, you must look pitiful.

“I…I am fine, I just—”

“You’re lying. Something is wrong and I want to help you. Tell the truth. Maybe it’s a summer cold.”

A sudden hand on your forehead, you sink deep into the chair, you can’t handle her touch right now. But it cannot be avoided, her soft palm can definitely feel the beads of sweat and your nervous shivering. Maybe, just maybe, she can feel the heavy beating of your heart, reaching its peak now. You try grabbing her wrist to push her away, but all you manage is a soft clutch and now you feel that smooth skin.

Her surprised gaze travels to your point of attack, it rests there for a second, a smirk appearing on her face; not as powerful, but still irresistibly adorable. Then she removes her fingers slowly from your head, one by one and you can finally breathe properly again, or at least try.

“You are clearly sick. I will drop by tomorrow and the day after to check up on you and bring you medicine,” she exclaims, while collecting her belongings and dragging the AC across the wooden floor, it screeches.

“W-What? No, what are you—”

“I will be back.”

With a poorly acted serious face and straight posture she swings your door open and marches out of the room, the heavy machine now creating marks down the hallway. And as the screeching starts to fade, your tense body finally relaxes a little; however, the feeling does not leave. And it is here to stay. You are sick.

* * *

Yerin came over, three days in a row, and you did not even have to fake a cold, she was faking it for you. Getting cold chocolate ice cream and sweets fed from the girl you were crushing on, while laying in a tempered bed was not a bad reason and so you played along. She cared for you like a lonely girl who found a poor man in the midst of a dessert. You are both desperate for company and something only the other one can provide: You were her fountain of knowledge, and she was the reason your heart was out of step almost every living hour.

Two damped knocks on your door. Today marks the fourth day she visits. You quickly get into character by jumping into bed, throwing crumpled up tissues around and faking a coarse and rough voice. As you force a silent “Come in” out through your lips, the adrenaline rushes into every nook of your being. You know how things will play out and it should not be any other way.

A slow swing to open the door half-way, a peek, then a full swing, and Yerin is in your apartment. A worried look on her face, cute hazel bangs covering her forehead and eyebrows, longer strands of her hair nestle her shoulders. In each hand she is carrying something, in one a paper bag with ice cream and other treats, in the other a case with the portable air conditioner. You expected all of these things, but you were not prepared for her stunning outfit.

A gorgeous white dress, revealing her upper arms through a thin layer of cloth and decorating her torso with silver ornaments and shiny pearls. Like foam or clouds, the garment hugs her hips and does nothing to hide the silky skin of her legs. Although completely stunned, you’re able to stop yourself from drooling or staring, but a surprised “Huh?” still escaped your lips.

Yerin quickly scans your reaction and a little red appears on her puffy cheeks. She lays down her souvenirs and kneels down to your bed, while not saying a single word. You feel the dread of awkwardness slowly showing its ugly head but forming words in front of this angelic figure is near impossible.

“W-Why? Who are you marrying? It looks amazing…”

“Thank you. I’m kinda glad you like it. But… am I not allowed to look pretty on any given Sunday?”

“Of course! I… just did not expect this.”

You have to stop your eyes from ogling, so you give the doorframe an intense stare, earning you a loud laugh from her. With her elegant and surprisingly drenched hand she gets a hold on your wrist and gives a clumsy wink. For some reason you don’t immediately faint and instead shriek, causing her to look seriously concerned. 

“Are you okay? Your ears are glowing. The illness is still not gone, huh?”

“Uhm… about that: How long do we want to—”

With a sudden yank at your arm, she interrupts your question and pulls closer, your face almost touching hers and she can probably feel the heat you radiate. And yet again: That marvelous smile , with an adorable tilt of her head. Yerin taps your forehead.

“I’m pretty sure that I have a way of healing it now. We need to be at a special place though. Do you mind following me around for a while?”

“Like… taking a walk?”

Rapid nods are her response. There’s no way in hell you would refuse the opportunity to go with her, she even requested it herself. While walking through the streets, the people will hit you with their surprised and envious gaze, because of her stunning dress and even greater visuals and you will bathe in this feeling. No one can take this young, naive love away from you. 

Accept her invitation with a sly grin and she takes the lead, dragging you through the hallways, down the elevators, through the entrance hall, into the city. The concrete underneath your feet blazes at unimaginably high temperatures. Birds, insects and humans flee from shadow to shadow, they avoid the sun like vampires and hatchel uncontrollably, as if it would help. 

Yerin however is different. Unlike them, she glides over the street, seemingly not caring about the scorching rays or perplexed looks. You try the same, to earn their fleeting respect, but you find yourself admiring the girl in front of you. She never let go of that arm and you know she won’t until you reach this ‘special place’, wherever it may be.

Each step is heavy, the pant-out air is disgusting, the smell of gas at the packed streets or the stench of feces next to subway stations likewise. Out of nowhere, a left turn, into a small, dark alleyway, finally. You take a deep breath, not because the air is suddenly better, but because you have to. This walk is taking up a considerable amount of time, a lot longer than you initially expected, so your next question is only natural.

“Is this… a shortcut? Are we close?”

A couple of steps later, Yerin comes to a halt and turns her whole body sideways. Throughout the walk you kept inspecting her back, the excessively decorated, yet least seen parts of the gown and her amazing hips, swaying side to side from time to time. Maybe deliberately. 

Now you can appreciate that side-profile of hers and oh boy, it’s worth every nanosecond of being mesmerized by it, which is easy for a boy in luv like you. Angelic features, like a sharp jawline or perfectly placed nose bridge, but in the end, she is still a human, a girl, hard breathing and large streaks of sweat on her face are the proof. A wobbly finger of hers points to your left.

“Here… we arrived.”

Your eyes behold a garden, surrounded by a beautifully maintained hedge in dark green. Inside of this garden, a couple of small beds with tulips and orchids in varying sizes, numbers and colors; only the grass is a little too dry, some patches already colored yellow, but all of this is insignificant to the main attraction in the center. A fifteen feet tall tree spreading its young branches seemingly everywhere, its leaves are strong and their number is significantly higher than for most of the trees elsewhere. It is beautiful.

The entrance to this inviting location is marked by a metal fence, which Yerin opens, so that the both of you can enter the destination. The girl immediately walks to the tree, her legs shaky, most likely from the long walk, out of downtown, to the quiet parts of a suburb. No vehicles, no crowds, no electronic devices. Everything is calm and Yerin only whispers into the wind:

“This is my sanctuary. It’s quiet here, no parents, no lectures, just this tree and the wind. I believe this is the right place to…”

A gasp from her and for some reason, your heart beats faster. Not because you ran, but because of the sudden tension between the two of you. Why did she show you this? What even is this guise? Everything seems set up, like for a turning point? This is the right place, but for what? 

The hectic beating inside of your chest pulsates through your body, making you tremble a little, and then Yerin turns around, her before pale face now colored in a hefty blush. She interrupts you mid thought, both of her hands squeeze the bottom of the beauteous dress, her posture abashed and shy, her words a messy stutter:

“I… I want you to… be healed. No more sickness, just… just healed, you know? You understand, r-right?”

A puzzled look and a slow, almost timid shake of your head and she sighs in frustration, her hands now trying to balance her trembling posture. At this moment, every second feels like a painful hour, the tension unbearable. Nervousness rules and you turn your head to the right. All you hear, a deep breath, then a shout.

“Ah, fuck it!”

And then, it happens: Her lips on your left cheek, leaving a light pink mark on it. A peck, only for half a second, but it is heaven crashing onto earth with the power of a supernova, a galaxy wide collapse. Reality stops existing, there is only Yerin and the tree, you are the observer, receiving what you desired. The incredible softness better than a thousand pillows and the tip of her white nose creating a wound of love underneath your left eye. She got you whole.

“I… I’ll see you in three days! Right here, not earlier!” she screams while running away, the metal of the fence shattering at her recklessness.

For a minute you are stunned, unable to move and then, finally, you understand what all of this was about: Yerin is in love with you. The sickness was just an excuse, a metaphor even, for your feelings for her and her feelings for you. Today, she overcame her bashfulness and asked you out. Well, kind of, not really; maybe this was all in your head. The hasty blood circulation makes your body spasm a little.

“I… I’ll just wait. Three days… and then? Yerin, you’re killing me.”

* * *

“Three days is equal to seventy-two hours. So why the fuck does it feel like a million millennia? Riddle me this!”

You throw the controller into the soft cushions of your friends’ sofa; it bounces a few times and drops on the hard tile floor.

“Dude, get good and shut up. The whole day, every second you cry about time and stuff. What the fuck is happening? I lack information, asshole,” your friend rambles, while turning off the screen and giving you a concerned look. He playfully pushes you into the sofa and hits your knee with the controller you threw away. You try to evade his eyes that search for an answer and his stupid smile, but it to no avail, he will find out anyway, so you stammer out a response:

“I-It’s a… girl.”

“I knew it! You fucking idiot, not again.”

“No, this time it’s good, okay? I… have a chance.”

“Ohhh, that’s new,” he whispers, trying to contain a laughter he cannot. Give him a fierce look, he just laughs louder, like the lovable moron he is. After his humorous minutes go away, he drops right next to you and suddenly speaks in a hauntingly honest way:

“But… if this is real and you’re not talking shit… then I’m happy for you, like for real, man. Who is she anyway? Do I know her?”

You give your response with a happy smile, the love for Yerin fills you with compassion for this long-standing brother:

“I’ll tell you, after tomorrow night, probably.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

* * *

The hottest day in this summer, every temperature record is broken by 6am and those despicable rays of sunlight burn your face through small holes in the frayed curtain. Your bed is sticky, the smell of sweat will not go away today, but you couldn’t care less. This is the day. A strong sense of determination is going to carry you through the relentless heat, to that tree and if necessary, you will wait there forever. Yerin will be there, and she will be in love with you. Still tired, you grab your phone, not even sitting in bed, a vigorous heartbeat keeping you down.

Six missed calls by your mother, over a dozen text messages, a voice mail even, two minutes long. A terrible sign, your mother never dared to spam you and rarely took the initiative to call, so something significant ought to have happened. Too scared to call her back, you decide to peek at those texts she sent. Maybe your parents went bankrupt, and this was your last day as a college student or you missed an important birthday, your grandmother?

Impossible. Those words are not true, they must not be true, you scream internally as your heart turns to lead, dropping to the floor. In reality, you push yourself out of the bed, standing in the middle of the room, but reality does not matter right now. You read again, every text, the tidings never change, why should they. Like sand in an open hand, time slips out of your control and now, nothing is the same.

Your best friend is dead. It happened instantly, a car crash, he didn’t have to suffer. That is your fate, the love filled heart now overwhelmed by mourning and pain, a terrible mixture you tremble. Questions quickly rise like waves and crash into your mind, sweeping your sanity out and leaving nothing but pain, you fall on your knees. A scream, stuck in the back of your throat, blocks your oxygen supply and tears dwell. Those tears form rivers on your cheeks, finally a breath, a sob.

He never finished college, he never earned any money, no girlfriend, no belongings, nothing remains. Only your memories of him and you wish they wouldn’t torment you right now. He was a good friend, the best one you ever found, an emotional support, a hilarious buddy, the best guy to have around you and he is gone.

Without realizing it, your body rests on the floor, tears dehydrating you and the sun drying them off the ground. You swear to never leave this floor, something will eventually kill you and that is good. Solitude is everything during hopelessness, life is too hard, nothing is worth living for. Except for—

Two damped knocks, finally you can cry and scream, all of it just bursts out of you. Yerin crashes through the door, her wonderful eyes wide in shock as she kneels down next to you. After endless seconds of letting your raw emotions pour out of your soul, embarrassment hits you and you cover your face, still sobbing. She removes those with a light grip on both of your arms.

“He is… dead. Gone. Just fucking gone,” you manage to stammer to Yerins general direction, not being able to see her through eyes of water. For some reason you hate the idea of her asking or responding, but it is inevitable, she definitely wants to know what brought you to this state.

She doesn’t. Yerin settles next to you, the same position, her body inches away and then, she closes the distance in a tight embrace. Her arms wrap around your head and neck, her legs around yours, her chest molds into yours and then you two are just one. One body, inseparable. One heart, in a renewed, steady rhythm. And one soul, not being able to live without the other.

You swear you feel a new tear on your wet cheeks, not yours to be specific, so you finally hug her as well, your arms around her slim waist. With unknown power, hope and a desire to live flow into you, penetrating every part of your being. Take a fistful of Yerin’s clothes and realize: It is the same white dress she wore back then. The words slip out of your mouth, but they could not be more honest. 

“Yerin, I love you.”

* * *

“I want to hear those words one more time, okay? Please?”

The clock strikes midnight, but you don’t know, and you couldn’t care less.

“I… I just… I can’t. Ugh, it’s so embarrassing.”

Hands hide your face again, the red of shyness on it, but she removes them swiftly, forcing you to look into features of pure happiness. Hours, maybe already days ago, the world around you was utterly broken and worthless, but Yerin changed things. And with her next to you on your bed, all of your mourning can wait.

“Maybe this will do the trick. Close your eyes, darling.”

You follow her demand, albeit with caution, but what is caution compared to the will of a loving girl. Yerin presses her lips against your cheek, like she did underneath that tree, but this time it is longer, more passionate, and clearly audible. A jolt races through your nervous system, one of pure pleasure and as she leaves your cheek, you crave more. She gives you that overwhelming grin, pushing you over the edge. You gladly fall and whisper:

“I… I want more. I want you.”

You cup her right cheek and pull her into a needy kiss, your tongue parting her pink lips with ease. A giggle, Yerin is not focused, but you’re not playing around, a free arm at her butt, she pants into you. Force her body onto yours, her legs wrap around your waist, while your tongue battle is evenly matched. You don’t want to win; victory is having her here and your tongue inside of her. Bite those painted lips lightly, she moans and grabs the brim of your t-shirt, it flies off in an instant.

Move your tongue down to her jaw, then her neck, leaving sweaty kisses. Another sound, a light hum, she closes her eyes and reaches for your shorts. A little rush of awkwardness at your own reaction, those shorts fly slow. You look up to Yerin’s face, she is glowing red and trying to avoid your eyes, impossible. Her shaking hands make their way to work on removing the white gown, you stop her.

“I really like it on you.”

“But… it would not be fair. Maybe we… can turn off—”

“Only the moon light? I-Is that okay?”

“Yeah…”

She jumps out of bed, your fingers already missing her touch. A flick on a lever and sudden darkness dominates, the only persisting light: from earth’s satellite, hundreds of thousands of miles away. Gracefully, Yerin’s slender fingers pinch the fabric of the angelic costume, slowly pulling it upwards and over her head, revealing a stunning body, private parts covered by conservative undergarments and timid hands. They cannot hide her creamy skin, smooth and spotless all over, nor her facial coloring, significantly stronger than tomatoes, but nonetheless, she is beautiful.

An attempt at not staring is futile, either her well-rounded hips or her pronounced collarbone or maybe even her eyes, marvelously reflecting the dim light, catch your gaze, as your blood pushes downwards. Yerins breathing is deliberately strong, though visible self-control keeps her from going overboard and she makes the first step, then a second. Trying to grasp the opportunities presented to you, instinct takes over, making you wrap your arms around her waist, finally feeling her tight abs on yours as she sinks down, the bed feels cozy, a rarity. 

Kisses on your mouth, kisses on your forehead, kisses stain shoulders and neck, while your hands roam her body. The pace is slow, the feeling intense, the foreplay lavish, unnecessary, her juices already leaking. Pass a hand into her messed up hair, admiring the absurdity of her beauty and it almost slips your notice, but she removes her bra with eyelids pressed together.

Her breasts, small but perky like you would never have dared to dream of, even after falling for the golden smile, which is nowhere to be seen as Yerin’s face screams embarrassment, her arms trembling next to your head. You want to reassure her, she has no reason to be ashamed or scared, but accidently touching her sex with your left thigh was not your original plan. It works out, somehow.

“I-I want you… inside… of me,” a moan before and after her mumble, she pulls at the waistband of those sweaty boxers that do not hide the size of your stiff member, it jumps out hitting the soft skin on her legs. Almost cumming from the sudden touch alone, you grab Yerin’s waist tightly and position her next to you on the bed and your shaft at the still covered entrance, a slight tease.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you manage to say through pants of excitement, still able to fear for her well-being, her pleasure. Small fingers drag the last piece of clothing down and away, you raise her leg. To your surprise, the virgin girl speaks up, with passion and determination:

“And I don’t want to live without you inside me. Please.”

The slowest, most careful thrust ever, your tip parting her lips, those juices helping you and as your tip reaches Yerin’s hymen, both bodies tense up. You hesitate, she doesn’t and tugs your torso into a tight embrace, effectively impaling herself to break the sacred barrier.

A dumped scream of pain and white nails in your back, almost leaving scars, but you still sink deeper into her cavern. The tight grip on your shaft and those slick, warm walls melt your brain more than the sun at noon, the difference being that you could stay like this forever. Yerin moves her body up, a little tear in the corner of her eye. 

“I… I’m sorry. Is it bad? Should we stop?”

“No, it was just… I never knew this would hurt so much. But no regrets.”

And just like that she grabs your length and stuffs her pussy again, your stupid mind not able to comprehend anything anymore. You groan as she tries to take the whole thing, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, almost falling through. Like an animal in heat, you grab anywhere on her drenched body, her arms, her legs, her hair, and start to pound, a ridiculous mixture of liquid covering everything.

Yerin especially produces a lot of drool, with every synchronized movement it flows in drops down her chin, giving your motor of lust a never before reached level of power. With a strong push into her velvety walls, you hit her womb and she releases a high pitching scream, followed by insanely erotic moans as she squirts her climax onto your abdomen and legs.

You slow down your pace, to let the still spasming girl calm down, but more so to stop yourself from impregnating her. Joy and pleasure hamper your tongue, a growl is all you let off, cum filling your cock whole. A last second pull out saves you from disaster, all of your sperm flying onto Yerin’s belly, thighs and curves and you make a promise to cum on them again one day.

A fierce tongue on your lips prevents you from falling into dreamland. No resistance, this is her kiss, her declaration of love and it should be engraved everywhere. The muscle leaves, the face still not two inches away from yours.

“Thank you.”

“For not cumming into you?”

“For falling in love with me, you jerk!”

“Yeah… that also kinda happened. This was fun, let’s do it again.”

Your lowering hand is stopped by a quick grab, she stutters.

“First… I want you to…”

“Yes?”

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“You know what! Say it again, please?”

You would have hesitated longer, perhaps forever, but the divine smile, engulfed by the afterglow of passionate sex manifests the following words deep into your soul, no doubts remain:

“Yerin, I love you.”

Commitment

Male Reader x Kim Dahyun

Length: 3174 words

Tags: angsty, wild sex, squirting, edging, stand and carry, broken!relationship

TW: heart break, death

Inspiration: “If The World Was Ending” by JP Saxe, Julia Michaels

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ for proof-reading and editing. Thank you, lots of love!

“Please, just… turn it off. I don’t…”

The news recording is still repeating the same phrases it did two weeks ago and you still try to not imprint explicit information into your mind. All you know is that nothing will remain, everything will be gone. Does its size and date of arrival really matter? The chaos engulfing you since the message broke will not be remembered: all the misdeeds, crimes, and sins will not be punished, at least not by humans. Maybe its course towards your home is heavenly justice?

Life can find a way to survive and persist, but the species Homo sapiens is doomed and will soon be extinct. Those structures and technologies, ideas and philosophies, theories and societies, art and history, stories and relationships: they all define everything humans achieved and stand for, their peak unrivaled and they are all going to end in a matter of hours, not even a single memory will remain. These kinds of things mattered to you weeks ago and the moment you realized the inevitable event, you grieved their imminent loss.

Sobs and screams throughout night and day were your melody, hitting the old oak planks of this deserted shabby farm was your rhythm, each hour of sleep a calm verse and every tree set ablaze was your thunderous refrain. After a couple of days, you realized that this new anthem of your life needed a high note, a climax. So, you traveled around, in that old grey pickup truck your father bought, from town to town, but in a radius of a hundred fucking miles not a single lost soul wanted to engage in one last fuck.

And again, a cramping hand clenched around a broken remote, cold feet pushing Jack Daniel’s bottles to the side, you miss the one girl that you truly loved. Not only her stunning face with an exceptional jawline, but also her enthusiastic and chaotic personality with copious amounts of positivity, and that beautiful pale body with a cute but painfully tight pussy. You miss all of those.

And she is right next to you, a folded-up mess of silence on your green couch, her arms wrapped around her legs, those pressed to her upper body, head done in between sweatpants covered knees. Those ears are covered, those eyes averted, so it is unlikely that she can hear the robotic voice from the speakers. Still, her hoarse voice repeats the plea:

“Turn it off. Please, I…”

You stand up, wobbly feet slowly carry you to the screen and with a swift motion of your thumb, the screen turns pitch black, all sounds gone in an instant. A sigh of relief escapes her lips.

“Dahyun, I… I miss you.”

Words so true, they barely escape your stuffed throat and leave a pungent pain in your stomach. Or maybe it is just the disgusting canned food, the only thing left to eat on this forsaken planet, in this cursed farm. The girl slightly raises her head, light orange hair sticking to the trails of tears on her cheek, red all over her skin. Everything about her is a mess, but the ethereal beauty is undeniable.

“But… I’m here. You don’t… have to miss me?”

Dahyun’s last sentence, cut off by sniffles, somehow sounds like a question. Answering this question will hurt more than slapping or torturing her ever could, so you keep your mouth shut and reminisce about the past. Life was better back then, sensational even.

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She was walking down a hallway during one of your lunch breaks when you first met her: light brown hair tied up in a neat ponytail by a cute ribbon, the pink strip lined with red dots still vivid in your memory; a school uniform that must have been tailored for her with how her well-rounded hips were pronounced and just enough of her milky thick thighs exposed to be neither too sexual nor too modest; and the bright and gummy smile in your direction when your eyes met briefly stole your heart instantly. Her genuine concern when you tripped at the sight of her only cemented the decision in your mind to ask her out further, and luckily for you, she said yes later that year.

It was impossible to forget that prom night. Although the two of you didn’t even do anything sexual back then, you still consider it the happiest day of your lifetime: the small figure nestled in your arms, her own wrapped around your back and neck, your sloppy, imperfect yet perfect, first kiss, and the scent still evokes pure nostalgia. The real party was this make out session underneath this pecan tree, not the too noisy festivities happening a couple of hundred feet away.

Sounds stupid now, but after seven months into the relationship, you thought about marrying her. You never grew tired of her presence, always joyful, always willing to be active, always smiling. The sad moments faded away quickly, the bright moments existed because of her and with the palms of your hands on her cheeks, there was nothing you wanted more than her.

The sex was not only pleasurable, but also intimate, real and your signature of trust below the contract of love, a seemingly unbreakable bond and there was never any dispute about the legitimacy of your love for each other. I’ll never let her go, you swore to yourself, and this oath was fulfilled: Dahyun was the one to leave you, fifteen months after your lips first connected.

No personal message, no text, no call, no letter, she was just gone. All of her belongings carefully picked out of your mixture throughout the house, she still remembered her stuff, it was hers and she took it away. And there was only an aching pain left in your heart, thoughts of explanations chased thoughts of anger and guilt, then vice versa. Months of grieving later, you moved back to your parents’ farm without announcing your arrival but they were already gone, the TV still running, proclaiming the end of the world.

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“What… what I mean is…”

Stop yourself and contemplate again. Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. A random thought, where did you pick it up again? Is it the right thing to do? Is it better to die without ever speaking? No, you have to tell her your true feelings.

“Dahyun… you are not here. You are… so far away, so indifferent. I want to see your smile, feel your touch… hear your happy voice, because I…”

Your mind stumbles, arms shake violently and that formerly calm and soothing voice of yours is just a raspy mess, it breaks. Tears well up and run down your bony and starved cheeks. Let them flow.

“I love you Dahyun… please be yourself.”

A pleading shout. Your eyes are closed shut, but every dam is broken, your legs give up first. Like a child throwing a tantrum, you hide your head in between cold hands and the cushions of the couch, but this is for a real reason. Not because someone stole your toy or ate your sweets, but because even your last hope was now gone.

Oh, how your heart pounded inside your chest when she knocked at the door around sixty hours ago. She knew of this place. During your relationship, she went with you to finally meet your parents, reserved people of faith, peacefully living on this dusty farm for generations. Each lunch was fantastic, they fell in love with her kindness and her perfect demeanor and at sunset, while slowly pumping inside her from behind in the hot attic, sun rays reflecting on her white skin, you wanted to propose to her on the spot.

It should have happened again, even without your parents here, they fled a day after the news broke, but Dahyun never opened up, never gave you a real hug or a peck. And definitely no explanation. She just sat down, ate, slept, existed. Although existing is too positive. Rotting fits better.

A sudden hand on your hair. You jolt at the sensation.

“I know… words can never justify what I did. I broke you… I broke us. I somehow… I knew we could never be together forever. And now…”

Her voice cracks, a little tear sparkling in the corner of her left eye as she avoids your gaze, looking through a window into the afternoon sun. Not a single cloud in the sky, somehow it fits the end of the world.

You push up with everything your limp muscles can produce and rest your chin on Dahyun’s knees, her face two centimeters away from you. Two centimeters is a cold infinity, and you give a painful smile, your heart bleeding quicker then before. You might faint from this loss.

“Dahyun… babe… why?”

“I… I couldn’t commit. To anyone, anything.”

Her face turns ninety degrees, her small nose touches yours. Electricity throughout your entire being, your heart and soul skip a beat. With an unknown boldness you move closer, your lips only remaining apart because you want to whisper:

“Anyone, anything, they don’t matter. Nothing matters. The world is over.”

“Yes. But still…”

With a swift motion, she not only closes the gap, but she also devours you. Her tongue fights its way into your orifice, breathing becoming impossible. Her tense body loosens, those small hands on your back, tugging and tearing at your shirt. Of course you understand her signal. Who needs filthy clothes, when the world is ending?

The position untangles a little, as Dahyun spreads her legs and wraps them around your waist, pulling you deeper into the sloppy kiss—sloppy definitely an understatement, with the way saliva just flows down lips and chins like Niagara Falls. All over her blue hoodie and grey sweatpants, dark and dampened spots already formed, and you decide to add another in between her thighs. A hand should be enough.

She plays along, leaving the kiss to quickly grab the hem of that hoodie and yanking it upwards, baring her perfect white skin in front of you. To your surprise, she did not even bother to wear a bra: her cute, well-rounded breasts jiggle freely, familiar pink areolae and nipples decorating the mounds you so desperately craved for months. Who cares about proper clothing etiquette when the world is ending?

You fiercely focus on her exposed tits, using hard sucks, tongue tricks and pinching fingers to pleasure her while your free hand does its job downstairs. Tease the outline of her pussy and when you feel no panties, give it an unexpected slap, causing Dahyun to whimper, her head resting on your shoulder.

“Can you… make me s-squirt, like yo—”

“I will, my love.”

You still see those vivid pictures, even if it was so long ago. The only time you ever made Dahyun squirt was on your second round, right after you took her purity. For some reason, she handled the pain like a champ, never crying, just guiding you and her calm instructions made it an overwhelming experience. You found your second wind and placed her on your lap. The small girl rode you hard, her screams in ecstasy almost made you deaf, but then you hit a perfect thrust and she spasmed violently. Girl cum flew everywhere, new sheets were not enough. The smell of sex lingered on for days.

Today, you have a similar plan: with a precise move, you turn sideways and Dahyun climbs towards your lap, back towards you and works on the zipper of your pants. Let her do her job while you hold her steady above your crotch with one arm and slip into the top of her sweatpants, rubbing her clit in slow circles. You want this plan to work, but even if it doesn’t, who cares? The fucking world will end.

Your pants on your knees, those boxers follow, your big shaft exposed, right underneath Dahyun’s covered slit. A tiny pinch on her clit and she moans with tears in her eyes, so you slap her with the palm of your hand right on her hungry sex. She whimpers and gushes and gushes some more when you tear open the wet fabric, revealing glistening lips. With heavy breaths she leans back onto you and from this angle you can see her blush, a finger in her mouth to muffle her loud moans. Utter failure.

“W-Will you… put it… in?”

How in the world did she get these words out? Rub more furiously and use all of your strength to keep her from penetrating herself. All is set up: arousal makes your dick twitch in anticipation and Dahyun lubes it with little drops. Wow, her tongue is sticking out a little, a cute pose, if she wasn’t in this position with so much drool. You bite a little at her earlobe, then whisper in a deep voice:

“I’ll make you cum. I’ll make you squirt, baby, but first, tell me the truth.”

“What? Pleeeeease, I want it now!”

“The truth, Dahyun. Who did you leave me for? Was he so much better?”

Every time you speed up the rubbing, you can see her mind go blank.

“No one. There was nooooo- ah- no one, but you.”

“Then why, Dahyun? Name a reason, at least!”

The shout from your mouth surprises not only her. You never did that during those happy months, but those are long gone, and now it is time for answers.

“I-I… Shit, I couldn’t… commit.”

“What? To me?”

“To you… ahhh. To your libido, your life, being… a mother.”

Every response with words would be worthless. You plunge into her with all of your might, while immediately dropping her. A weird, wet sound, coupled with an unhealthy sounding yelp. For this moment you want to think about Dahyun’s words, what she means, what happened and why. Were you at fault? Why does she think she needs to be a mother? Is your libido really too strong?

Balls deep in a gorgeous girl, while she screams profanities and squirts everywhere, is a terrible situation for thinking clearly. The amount of liquid shooting out from that hole is insane, the thin layer of sweat on your skin is completely replaced. Never dare to peel the little girl from your manhood, her spasm, clenching and relaxing are like an automatic onahole, no movements required. You struggle to hold back. Both of your arms wrap around her, you pepper her beautifully toned neck with kisses.

Dahyun takes a long time to calm down, you slowly caressing her snow-like skin helps, every new breath growing more stable as her orgasm subsides. Her back pressed to your upper body, her velvet insides relax, letting your half-erect cock just slide out. If things were normal, both of you would pick up scattered clothes, quickly clean up and do aftercare somewhere else, but normal is a completely inapt word for all of this.

“Everything is so weird. My head… I think it will explode,” you say, while Dahyun looks at the digital clock on the wall, her eyes only open halfway. Her lips are dry, a stark contrast to the rest of her being, you can feel it as your chin touches a shoulder to rest. Those hands of hers suddenly start moving: one to your hair, messing it up more than her own, the other down, grabbing the most sensitive part, you hiss.

“We got fifteen minutes, maybe ten,” Dahyun mumbles, her head is probably dizzy, but a great climax requires a sacrifice. “I’m gonna make it worthwhile for you.”

Confusion at her words, tension at her sudden pounce on your shaft, groans at her moving up and down. It is quick and tight, great friction, but only half of your length gets heavenly stimulation. An idea, complete insanity, insufferably stupid, she would never accept it, but you do it anyways.

With a strong push of your legs, you rise from the couch, holding Dahyun firmly at her thighs, reaching new depths and highs at the same time. That gasp of hers is a not-so-subtle scream of ‘what the fuck’ and ‘no’, but it is too late for you to care about it now. You turn to the big window: the rays of sunlight are perfect, not too hot, illuminating Dahyun’s paleness and her bouncing breasts.

“Sorry, baby. This one time, okay?”

Don’t wait for her response, just start pounding, almost hammering. She presses her back into you, both of your bodies now glued together, seemingly inseparable. This one time, you fucked her while standing, she dug her nails into the edges of the dining table and forced herself to only whimper.

Now she moans, the heat engulfing her. Little spurts of juice drop onto the couch, again. You carry her around said couch, right in front of the window. No need to be ashamed, no one is here, and no memories of this event will exist past today anyway. And today is over in a matter of minutes.

This almost-full-nelson session was initially started to give you one last orgasm before death. It had turned into hard work, painful even. You pick up the pace one last time, strength leaving unused muscles to fuel your arms, legs, and hips. The third-to-last thrust makes Dahyun cum, her pussy squirting more and more until every last drop is sprayed across the wooden floor and onto the window. Her formerly cute moans are now purely animalistic.

With the second to last thrust you hit her g-spot and she squeaks like a panicking hamster. Overstimulation always caused her to spread those creamy legs even wider, you struggle to hold her up for your grand finale. Your masterpiece or rather your last sin?

With a finishing thrust, your length reaches her womb. Hitting it is not a rarity at all, but you have never buried your seed this deep inside her. Easily ten spurts of cum pile up to begin a process that will never finish. Tons of cum should breed a child. What poor soul, never going to live, never going to commit—

Both of your bodies come crashing down, first on four knees, then to the left. Sideways you lay there, still connected and panting heavily. Post-nut clarity during your last moment. Think. Realize. Ask:

“You… couldn’t… commit?”

“I’m… so… sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“But… I am.”

You raise your head a little. Its pitch black, complete darkness outside. Like the hand of a merciless giant, the meteor blocks the light of the star that shines life on this planet, just to take living away in a couple of moments. A prayer to the god your parents used to mention, your haze making it honest. Maybe your final shot at redemption, then you embrace Dahyun one last time, holding her close to your chest. With lifeless limbs dangling and tears in her eyes, she whisper those last words:

“I’m sorry that I could never really love you.”

Classmating

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 3383 words

Tags: cowgirl, shy, embarrassing, clothed sex, raw, classmate!Minju

TW: Bullying

Inspiration: Anon ask to write Minju as classmate… also Minju herself

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ and @worldsover​ for proof-reading and editing. Thank you!

“It will all be better. I’ll really cheer you up tomorrow, okay?”

With just those words, she already brightens your mood. She somehow always finds a way: just a tiny smile on her adorable face, a cute wave with her elegant hands, or a dumb joke from her never-ending repertoire, and your day is saved. Everyone facing hard times needs a friend like her, especially bullied students like you, but only you have the one “Minju Angel”.

For no particular reason, the whole class, maybe even the whole school, despises your presence. Every time you enter a room, they would pierce you with sharp glances. Like pointed daggers, they hurt your soul, and even years later, the feeling is still unbearable. They need no words to show you their inexplicable hatred.

It gets even worse when you try to interact with them, because every single one of your kind greetings, humorous remarks, or simple questions is spit on with curses, shoves, and sneers of disgust by people who should be your comrades. And the teachers seem to be entirely oblivious to all student-on-student interactions: they never take a stance for you, they never mention issues, they just continue to talk and talk. The actual lessons are fine, you study hard after all, but school life is hell.

Minju’s reputation is the complete opposite of yours. She is stunning, likely the most attractive girl in the whole school—the whole country, even—and she treats everyone with absolute kindness and patience. The boys fall for her like flies and even the feistiest bitch refrains from saying nasty things about her. It is easy for the teachers to forgive her when she forgets her homework or does poorly on those hard tests, because her puppy eyes and unbreakable determination to get better are irresistible.

She is blessed with the perfect looks, perfect body, perfect personality; and you are blessed, because she suddenly decided on a completely random day to be your friend. Almost one year ago, she left her classroom and walked into yours, a bright smile on her angelic features and a distinct fire in her eyes. You were confused and scared when she stood in front of you, her palms on your desk, maybe she was going to join the mob and turn into an angel of death, you feared.

“Hi, I’m Minju! Do you want to hang out today?” is what she said, a small hand of hers reaching out. In the presence of all those enemies, she filled your cup with hope and it overflowed. She wasn’t embarrassed, she didn’t fear consequences, she just wanted to be your friend. And she still is.

“Don’t worry Minju. You are enough to cheer me up,” you say with a hoarse voice, a little drop of blood still resting in the corner of your dusty lips. The track team regularly courses with you, a never-ending hunt during which they trip you up, kick you down, and fill your face with ashes from the track. It’s only Thursday but it’s the fifth time this week. Minju always finds you somehow and that is when they stop.

Today, they bruised your arms, scratched your neck, and bloodied your lips with enough force to almost knock out a few teeth. The usual brown dust is layerED all over your clothes, waiting to be washed away again. Then there’s the little tears and abandoned buttonholes that awaited repair. Curse this day.

“But it can’t continue like this. We should do something about it!”

You never heard Minju shout in your life, but there is a first for everything. It’s not a wild scream of anger, but a call for justice and for your well-being. The strong crush you have for her keeps on growing, while she wipes your forehead clean with a handkerchief and uses her whole strength to prop you up again, onto your beaten legs. You wince in pain, then force a smile:

“Well, I think I could use that cheer up. The one tomorrow, that is. Is it, like, something special?”

From the corner of your eye, you can see the beautiful girl pout a little. With a playfully worried tone she replies:

“Oh no. I think they hit your head too hard. You really forgot?”

A blush of embarrassment reveals the truth to her, your mind desperately tries to find the reason. A special occasion, maybe her birthday? No, that was earlier this year. Minju shakes her head, but after a few seconds her smile returns, and you sigh in relief.

“It’s okay. You had a tough day. I promise you, you are going to love it.”

“Well now I’m excited. At your house, usual time?”

“How about an hour later?”

“That’s fine with me,” you say, making a mental note to not arrive too early. Minju usually gets distressed and anxious when someone messes up her schedule, which is why school is a burden for her, at least sometimes. The only person with a constant allowance to arrive anytime is her best friend Chaewon. Maybe you are her number two, which is fine, but your number is probably way higher. With cute little waves she jogs off; it’s her signature goodbye.

“I’ll see you then. Bye, bye!”

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Not one minute after seven o’clock, your finger taps the doorbell two times. Minju lives in her own apartment, right next to her parents, who have a sharp eye on everyone who dares to visit her. They could never forgive themselves if something happened to their perfect daughter. Minju had to convince them to not install cameras everywhere, but she couldn’t prevent them from spying into her bedroom through a small peephole next to her bed.

She told you all this before your first of many visits. She “accidentally” covered the hole with a pillow from time to time to get more privacy. Both of you had a laugh then, but after you experienced this feeling of being watched continuously, you felt bad for her. There is a good possibility that Minju picked this time and this day because her parents are out, which lightens the mood significantly.

The door opens a little. Through the crevice you only see a lightless room and the left side of Minjus face, her already incredible features perfected with a touch of makeup and mascara. For the millionth time you resist the urge to just pinch that soft-looking skin on her cheek: she would probably hate it, and you can’t risk your only real friendship for that.

“Hello, come on in,” she greets in a happy, but somewhat deep voice. Is she trying to be scary? And as you step in, she pulls you deeper into the darkness of her living room. With a loud thud, the door cuts off the last source of light and you are engulfed by the bleakness of loneliness. Eyes are useless in this void, there is no sound to hear and you can’t feel Minju’s presence near you. It mentally takes you back to the time you were in solitude, pushed out of society, your character ridiculed and your self-worth obliterated.

After lessons were over, you pretended to continue studying and stayed in the classroom until all students left. Big droplets of tears made your writing blurry and messed up the paper underneath your trembling arms. Were those tears of pain or hatred? No matter what, they were the saltiest drops of water imaginable, and you would have drowned in their accumulating mass, if it wasn’t for Minju, your lantern in the valley of the shadow of death.

A flash of light. Then a screaming thunder. “Happy one year anniversary!”

Through a tiny slit in your stunned eyes, a neatly decorated table with colorful candles, a crimson-red tablecloth, and charming porcelain plates becomes visible. Silver forks and crystalline glasses frame those plates, but your regained focus falls into the centerpiece of the exaggerated preparation: a white cake that sits on a glass pedestal. Its red and pink lines of frosting outshine all the other efforts, and the top of the pastry is garnished with a brown “1”, probably made of chocolate.

“I-I hope you like it…?” Minju stutters, her angelic face getting a faint pink blush, like the drizzle on the cake.

“Minju, I… it’s overwhelming! But why? No complaints, but why?” Your voice is shaky, those words clumsily escape your mouth. Overwhelming is an understatement. For your question you earn narrowed brows and a tiny pout, hurting your heart a little. What did you forget that would warrant such a celebration?

“On this day, one year ago, we became friends, don’t you remember? That honestly very awkward moment, when this random girl came up to you… The date should’ve stuck in your head.”

A big bear hug is all you can give as an excuse for the sweetest girl in this universe. You feel little beads of sweat being wiped away from her forehead, as she presses her head into your chest, and you could swear that two hearts are beating rapidly at this moment. It’s hard to forgive yourself for forgetting a day that is so important. The sweat on her face, the little stutter, the whole setup are all indicators that she worried about the party being perfect.

“Thank you. It’s perfect.”

A loud, deep sigh of relief as she slowly removes herself from underneath your chin and your arms regretfully leave her shoulders. With all worries wiped away, her smile looks even more beautiful, a sparkle in her eyes from tears of joy, held back by a strong will. No one ever had to explain why Minju is loveable, it is obvious to the eye and every human heart understands.

“Let’s eat the cake you made.”

“I-I hope you’ll like it,” her shy whisper barely audible as you sit down next to each other, the old wooden chairs very comfortable and a fine addition to all the pleasant surprises today. You feel no hesitation, raring to dig in, fork in hand, but Minju holds you back:

“No! Let me get, uhm… a kitchen knife to cut the cake.”

As she gets up from her seat, you inspect her outfit for the first time: the usual school uniform she always wears, a grey and black checkered skirt that tries to hide her wide hips and round thighs—trying, not succeeding—combined with a white, long-sleeve blouse; Around her neck, a grey tie, sometimes hidden behind endless strands of dark brown hair that sway like curtains from side to side; Black stockings, reaching just above her knees, complete the outfit. Not only her hair sways enticingly, her whole hourglass figure does and you almost don’t notice her return.

“Who should cut the cake?”

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“Minju, it was bloody delicious.” You lay down the cutlery, two large pieces of chocolate and cream cake is more than enough.

“You already said that,” she giggles, reclining on the chair, a little bit of cream in the corner of her mouth.

“And the decoration is stunning.” You open your arms wide to emphasize your point. It looks like you’re praising the lords.

“You already said that too,” Minju laughs at your dumb acting. A sudden rush of boldness and confidence pushes you to make a risky joke. With a swift grab you take a red napkin off the table and wipe the cream away from her lips, two pairs of eyes intensely connected.

“But… Did I ever tell you, how beautiful you are, Minju?”

Now it’s a red napkin, next to a red head, on red lips and they are slightly parted, every breath heavy like hurricane winds. Was it too bold? Did you just ruin everything? The questions flood your mind, fragile fingers drop the serviette, and it falls like leaves in autumn. You tremble, her eyes flutter. Exposing your feelings—even if it was meant as a joke—does unsettle your heart. A cold sweat forms, soaking into your clothes.

Minju hastily tosses her fork on the table, while straightening her endless legs to stand up. They quiver, her fingers the same; those invade the top of the collar, clenching, pulling you up and away. Confusion and anxiety hit your fuzzy conscience, you are like cattle, dragged by a shepherd into the abattoir. In the doorframe of her room, she stops. A deep look into your orbs, you gulp and stutter:

“M-Minju, what a-are you doing? I, I was jo—”

“Were you? Am I not beautiful?”

She hits the light switch and warm light from a neat lampshade fills the room. Her bed is in full view, rose petals sprinkled on top. A hoarse mumble forces your gaze down, the girl steps on your feet; you feel the soft stockings and her hands on your nape.

“Ever since I saw you in that classroom, crying from what they’ve done to you… day in, day out… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Then she stretches her entire existence, closing the gap, lips only apart to let you hear her whisper:

“I think… I love you; you fool.”

The kiss is timid, by virtue of not expecting things to develop in this way. Slowly, lips part and tongues scramble a little, sometimes touching teeth by accident, but both of you get better. Passion spills in the form of saliva, down your chin, down her chin, down it drops on sweaty clothing. A sudden suck on your tongue and lips indicates that your mouth is now Minju’s playground, so you take other matters into your hand. And those are her wide, luscious hips.

You pull her up, just a little bit off the ground and carry her to the bed. Her tongue only leaves your mouth to peck lips, smooch cheeks and nibble on your neck. Her hands clamp at your shirt, buttons pop out in quick succession.

“Wait,” she moans into your mouth before you can lay her onto the mattress.

“Are, like… are we going… too fast?” Concern in your voice, your question punctuated by rapid pants.

“No just… lay down on your back.”

Without hesitation you follow her instruction, head to thighs on sheets, but your legs still hang over the edge and your feet touch the soft carpeted floor. And on that carpet floor, Minju stands, her knees wobbly as she pulls down safety shorts and panties from under her skirt. The already-excited heart inside your chest beats even faster, but you never see the holy land.

She pounces on you, her dripping folds above your crotch, wetting jeans and zipper. You quickly send your hands down, they fumble at the belt, but she stops you. Your surprised gaze finds her face, still burning red, hair sticking to those adorable cheeks, messed up lipstick on “Not-So-Angel-Minju”.

“I… uha, it’s so embarrassing!” She quickly pulls down your zipper and somehow gets your semi-hard shaft out, without unbuttoning your pants. Clumsy hands grab it, a little too hard, so you groan loudly.

“I don’t… I don’t want you to… s-see it,” she admits, her voice cracking at the end. Your response is cut off when you suddenly feel something warm on your dick but having any view of the spectacle is futile since the checkered skirt, a thin layer of fucking clothing, hides it all.

However, the sensation makes up for it: warm flesh, a lot of wetness and then, a little nub. Minju finally lets herself moan freely, long, and loud, mostly deep with abrupt high peaks when your tip touches her clit. The pleasure hardens you fully, Minju has to raise her body up a little more, letting you see the base of your member.

“No! Look at me. My eyes.”

You again follow her command. Those angelic orbs of hers are filled with uncertainty and fear, but she still proceeds, aligning you with her cavern. Instinctively, your eyes wander down. She grabs your chin and whines:

“Look. At. Me. Please.”

Minju comes down painfully slowly, your dick disappearing inside of her hot, slick walls. What the fuck? Your face contorts as you try to grasp what happened the last couple of minutes. Why is this Angel riding you? Because she is in love with you? But why in the world did she fall for you?

The questions, the newfound pleasure, the absolute absurdity of today make you go numb. Her hands under your shirt, those erotic moans, Minju’s strings of drool, you cannot comprehend them. And then she starts bouncing, impaling herself and getting tighter around you.

Throw your head back and add your deep groans to the sound of wet slaps and to whatever Minju’s mouth produces. Everything fades into nothingness. Meaningless. Only this amazing pussy exists. Disappointing that you can’t see it.

“Why—ah—didn’t I tell… you earlier? This… is so…” Although Minju can’t finish her sentence, it snaps you back to reality. Gravity pulls her down to you, and her gravity pulls you to her. Push up with all your might, giving her every inch, your base hitting her clit. She covers her face with sweaty hands, shrieking into them, wide open eyes peeking through finger gaps.

“Ahhh… so, so big!”

Words to encourage you even more, your shaft probably grows an inch in her, and you spice it up even more. Grab her broad hips and twist her even more, the new friction making her cunt clamp down even more; your dick is like a sponge being wrung out by two hands. Nothing can make you stop; the ceiling could come crashing down, and with the way Minju’s screaming, it just might.

Her hands spasm first, then her thighs—that ripple is insanely hot—and at last, her whole body, succumbing to an early climax. Wetness between her legs and on your crotch. Now you need to see what’s going on. Grab the hem of her skirt—only a dirty rag now—and pull upwards.

“No! Don’t… it’s not pretty,” Minju screams, palms hide rose petal cheeks and tear-filled eyes look through the gaps between the fingers. Well-trimmed, only a little bit of hair above her tiny, swollen nub. The pink color of her small cunt contrasts her slightly darker lips perfectly.

“Why… fuck… why are you ashamed of it? It’s cute…” you say, trying to keep a strong voice through heavy pants of exhaustion. “It’s pretty… like you.”

Certainly, the stupidest thing you ever said.

“R-Really? Ah…”

“Yes… Minju. I love it, just like… you. Fuck, so tight.”

Every compliment leaving your lips makes her clench down more, she could milk you without moving at this point, but she goes even further. Her feet beside your hips and she squats down on your rod, fucking herself onto it with ridiculous speed. Unlike Minju, who screams in pleasure, every word, every gasp is stuck in the back of your throat, breathing is hard. 

Foggy mind, just Minju bouncing up and down, slick sounds, wetness. And more wetness, covering your dick even further, a second orgasm, but somehow, she rides through it. The knot in your stomach is loose, only seconds until you will fill her. Oh no.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

“Not… inside, please. Ahh…”

But she does not get off your shaft, still engulfing it. Your hands grab her small waist.

“Fuck, get up!”

Too late. The first spurt hits the insides of her cunt, the rest of your load lands on creamy thighs, around her entrance and on sweaty clothes, your release is satisfying and terrifying at the same time.

“Quick, spread your legs,” you command, and she hovers above your midriff, shaking knees not able to hold for long. With utmost urgency, you stick two finger inside her gaping hole and finger fuck your cum out of her. Minju quivers and whines from overstimulation, her back drops on your legs, head hanging from the edge. It must make for an absurd statue.

“Pl-Please… uhhh… stop,” she begs. You only see her folds finally leaking some last drops of cum and copious amounts of juice. A close call.

And as you regain reason, you see what you did. Angel Minju, white wings spread wide, every feather pure like her heart, but you added something: a stained, black feather. She might not be corrupted.

Yet.

To Be Continued???

A/N: No, I won’t apologize for the awful pun in the title. This might become a series, but don’t expect Part 2 before December. You can expect something else tho ;)

Four Cherries

Male Reader x Kim Chaewon x Myoui Mina x Minatozaki Sana x Kim Minju

Length: 3550 words

Tags: ANAL, lube, self-degradation, squirting, sharing, fakedom!Mina, breeding kink, mating press, exhibitionist kink, aegyo 

TW: reader dub-con at the end maybe?

Inspiration: Kaede’s birthday. He said it on Discord, I made it come true. I hope you like it! 

Credit: @midnightdancingsol​ (of course) and @v1ntrix​ for editing and proof reading. You guys are awesome!

“Let’s go, babe. I have something special for you.”

The black Phantom 8—one of the most prestigious cars in the world—is her vehicle of choice, although she would never dare to drive such an expensive luxury car. Chaewon sits in the leather seat next to you, wearing a gorgeous, tight dress. Every sparkle from the little gems on the fabric is a testament to your wealth and every sparkle in the jealous eyes of passersby is proof of her beauty.

You sit down next to her in the driver’s seat and check the time on your Rolex GMT. Burning hot sun rays make the days unbearably hot, but at midnight you revel in the cozy summer air filling the streets of the city. Throughout the day, neither you nor Chaewon want to catch severe burns, so you just stayed inside the confines of your ten-story mansion; now that you don’t have to fear the wrath of the sun, your girlfriend suggested having a nice dinner at a high-class establishment.

“Which one is it?” you ask her, while caressing her exposed shoulder. Chaewon does not answer immediately, so you move your fingertips to her collarbone and tickle her. First a hum, then she laughs and pushes your hand away half-heartedly.

“Stop it, babe,” she manages to say in between laughing fits.

“Only after you tell me where we will eat tonight,” you say with a playfully serious tone, while both of your hands play with her soft skin. Usually, Chaewon’s cocky behaviour is no problem for you—it’s a turn-on if you are both in the mood, which is basically all the time—but right now, you are really hungry and just want to eat some delicious, top-notch food.

After a good minute of tormenting her—although it’s more of a torment for hungry you rather than her—with your tickles, she whispers the answer into your ear. You move back in confusion and ask her frustratedly:

“For real? I want to eat in peace and not have to protect you from constant creeps. Club Mago doesn’t even have great food.”

Chaewon shuts you up with a quick peck on your dry lips. Great—now you are thirsty as well, but all worries fade when you see her aroused gaze and hear a sultry whisper:

“You won’t regret it, I promise. I have the greatest surprise ever for you.”

Avert your eyes quickly and nod. There is not a single instance in your life where you were able to resist her eager face. When her eyes glisten like that, you know she is already wet in between her juicy thighs. You stomp on the gas pedal like a maniac and the black supercar races down empty roads.

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“Why do I have to carry this box? Hello, Chaewon?”

Without a response, she pulls you into the packed club. The bouncer knows you, so no waiting period and no questions about the package in your hands. The oddly strong smell of cherries invades your nostrils, but it is quickly drowned out by dozens of humans and many different liquors, adding their own odors into the stuffy air, and no window is open to diminish heat or lower carbon dioxide levels. Disgusting.

“Follow me. This way.”

Chaewon points at an inconspicuous door opposite the entrance. With quick steps, you try to avoid the crowd of drunks and dancers, but from time to time, their sweaty clothing sticks to yours or a hand tries to grab your girlfriend’s ass. Fortunately, you escape the chaos through the door which leads into a dimly-lit hallway.

“Fucking finally—I can breathe properly again. What is all this for, now? Did you rent a private room or something? Did you even ask the owner for—hello, Chaewon?”

Wobbly legs and hectic gasps answer your question: Chaewon stumbles to the next door and falls into a nicely-decorated room. Four leather couches in pink form a rectangle, the walls glow in a shallow red light, and the smell of cherries makes a return, stronger than ever. You see Chaewon on all fours—ass up in your direction—as she clutches the soft carpet, legs spread underneath you. She whimpers, you smirk.

“Chaewon, you always find ways to surprise me.”

Grab the zipper of her dress, and with one pull turn it from a million-dollar product into leftover shells of a cocoon. But this butterfly has more surprises in store for you: Her bare butt—the cutest in the whole world—is decorated with a red gem, while her twitching cunt is messed up by a vibrator. Chaewon is a drooling mess, digging her face deeper into the floor.

“P-Please, just fuck me. I—I need your cock in me. Ahhh!”

A piercing scream, as you tug a little at the round object stuck in her ass.

“Tell me, baby: Do you want it, here? Or, do you want it, here?”

You pull at the vibrator and the glistening hole suddenly lacks stuffing and clenches desperately. A sudden lick to taste her cunt, but she waves her arms and tries to squeeze out an answer while you squeeze her ass cheeks.

“N-No. Ahhh! The o-other one.”

A smile forms on your face and your tongue travels higher to circle around the object in your girlfriend’s rectum. With a gradual and gentle twist you remove it, leaving Chaewon breathless and shivering. The sight is amazing—your arousal now even trumps your formerly-desperate need for food, although you now desperately need lube.

“I’d love to plunge into you right now, but without lube…”

Frantic movements of her arms and hands. At first you think that she is just adjusting herself, but then you notice her finger pointing at the box you had carried through the crowd and then dropped unceremoniously on the floor, contents strewn about. Bright red bottles with cherries on them; one of them coincidentally hits your bent knee.

“L-Lube,” Chaewon moans, then points higher up at the door frame, “and friends. U-Use them too.”

You shriek at the sight of two other women sneaking into the room. They pick up the bottles of lube and finally close the door, while you try to at least preserve the tiniest bit of your girlfriend’s dignity. It is only after you intently look at their faces that you understand the situation.

“I see. A surprise indeed, Chaewon. I think you deserve a reward.”

Sana and Mina are close friends of Chaewon. Very close. She shared them with you once or twice, because she has a kink for people watching her get fucked hard by you. After you finished inside her, they were always allowed to get a piece of you, only anal or blowjobs though.

A quick yank, and your lower body is freed from its confinements. The strong smell from before is back, as you squeeze half of the cherry bottle on your throbbing, pre-cum leaking cock and the other half into Chaewons not-so-virgin butthole. Three loud gasps: One from the cold liquid hitting sensitive spots, the other two from watching such exhibitionist action.

“Do you like my outfit?” Sana giggles while she spins and bends to show you her sexy attire.

“Sure, looks great—fuck!” You don’t pay attention to the red-haired girl—all your focus is on the sensation of Chaewon’s incredibly tight asshole around the tip of your cock. Penetrating the small woman is always difficult, but with her friends seeing everything—bare back, bare ass, bare pussy—the task seems impossible. With a loving rub on her neck, you try to make her less tense and it works, a little at least—half of your length disappears inside her. You might’ve actually cum from the incredible texture of her walls; however, life has a nice distraction for you.

“Look at me, you disgusting little boy!”

Mina towers above you. Her stance is strong, her eyes fierce and aura menacing. The long pink leather boots—matching the theme of the room—make her look dominant while the rest of her attire drips of utter sluttiness, strategic holes and gaps baring how big her tits and how creamy her thighs are.

Beyond all physical logic, you grow even bigger and thrust away. The friction starts to melt your mind: you don’t even pick up Chaewon’s loud guttural moans, of pain, of pleasure, and everything in between; nor her juices hitting your thighs. 

What you do notice is Mina’s exposed, gigantic ass in your face. Apparently, the backside of her dress can be opened—quick access, maybe? Apparently, she did not like your lack of commentary on her stunning clothing. And apparently, your tongue should be inside her puckered hole, because she presses it in your face.

A manic pace below, with every push of your hips, deeper into the hot-and-tight exhibitionist Chaewon. A hectic pace above, with every lick around the already-filled-with-cherry-lube Mina. Two asses give you more and more pleasure. It’s a shame that you can’t view this from every angle. You would love to see their faces contort in pleasure, see their pussies spill arousal, or see anything at all because Mina’s cheeks are big enough to block out all light.

“I—Oh my God, I’m cumming!”

After a long time, Chaewon—with her loudest scream ever—reaches your ears again. You loathe not having more hands to spread, spank and smear all of those butts and bodies, so you console yourself by grabbing your girlfriends hips and fucking her throughout the entirety of her climax. Superb spasms until you stop; she clenches too hard, you are actually stuck. Chaewon’s asshole deserves a new nickname: The pressure cooker. And you fill that pressure cooker up with waves of cum, one of the biggest loads she’s ever taken. Even after finally flopping out of her, spurts of semen continue to come hit the carpet, mixing with girl-cum and small droplets of sweat. A raise for the person who has to clean this up.

Mina—with all the care and motherly love in the world—picks up a passed-out Chaewon and carries her bridal-style to one of the couches. Then—with all the desire and sexual passion in the world—she grabs your dick and lubes it up with her elegant fingers. It’s basically a cherry lollipop now but Mina has no intention of taking it into her mouth. A push at your heaving chest, and you lay flat as a board, just your erection stands like a lonely pole. Again, the back of a beautiful woman is turned to you; again, you admire the fabulous behind; again, pleasure awaits you. However, this time, you are not in control.

“I’m going to fuck my tight, little asshole onto you and you’re going to love it. You’ll never be able to cum again.”

Mina’s lips give the sexiest threat you have ever heard, and she might be right. She impales herself with your girth, making you moan like a filthy loser. It would’ve embarrassed you, but the sight of each and every ripple on Mina’s ass is plenty consolation. So much to jiggle, so much to grab, but she brushes your hands off with a shrill hiss:

“No touching, scum! Now let me wring you dry.”

The first bounce, then the second. Immediately, the raven-haired woman finds a perfect pace. You can’t help but compare the new hole to your previous experience with Chaewon: it is not as tight or hot as your girlfriend’s, but her rhythm while grinding on your cock is impeccable. The texture of her walls is also very different: It’s like they were made for this kind of in-and-out-motion, while Chaewon’s just grab and slow you down.

You finally hold your pathetic moans back and focus on the other sounds in the room: Mina’s fat ass smacking onto your crotch is the loudest, followed by her surprisingly-submissive-sounding whimpers, followed by slick sounds of fast sex. In the background, you hear shuffling from Sana preparing something, but you could not care less because Mina is fucking you with all of her might.

“G-Good boy, for holding on so long. B-But you may cum n-now,”

She sounds desperate. Oh so desperate. You can’t help but smirk devilishly.

“Oh, I’m good Mina. I can go another ten minutes easily. Feels great though.”

“W-What? N-No way! I—I order you to cum! Fill me up.”

“I didn’t hear you correctly. What do you want?”

“I-I want you to… cum, I need to cum, please! Fuck me, fuck me, please.”

Honesty is Mina’s way to happiness. You push into her. Every pump of your rod into her forbidden cavern is too much for her. Drool leaves her mouth just like her sanity leaves her brain. She squirts all over your thighs and feet, her orgasm ending her dominance over you swiftly. Girlish moans are music to your ears when you pull out and place her on the ground. 

“No! Y-You didn’t even cu—”

“Come on Mina. If you drop the act right now, I might even finish in your amazing ass. Although, I guess, Sana still did not—”

“A-Anything! Please! Fuck, use my ass, fuck me, I’m yours. Just please, fill me with cum.”

A sudden push, and with Mina’s boots on your shoulders, you fuck into her again. She looks so happy, even though her face contorts to stupidity as your ballsack hits her ass. Mina drools immediately and her hair sticks everywhere across her sweaty face. You adore the mess she became for your large cock, so you pump harder, faster. No rhythm this time, just animalistic instinct.

“Y-Yes. Please cum! S-Semen, p-please. Oh God—”

Mina is interrupted by her second orgasm. You plow into her to test both of your limits. Chances like these are rare.

“Call me Master! T-Then you might be worthy of my load.”

“Yes, Master! A-Anything, just cum in me. O-Or I’m useless.”

“You mean that? Anything?”

“Yes, M-Master! Fuck me on the train, m-make me squirt w-while p-parading me, I’m a dog, a cat, anything!”

You grunt and you burst. A wave of pleasure inside your head and a wave of cum inside her pussy. The sight of her rectum leaking cum should have been mesmerizing, yet you don’t pay attention to it—the thought of fucking her in public, putting a leash around her, or treating her like your pet flips a switch inside you, and like a wolf in the night, you search for the last conscious girl in this room.

You find Sana already prepared and waiting on one of the couches in what looks like a failed doggystyle position—her head almost resting between her knees, ass high up. Her bottom is thoroughly lubricated, and her clothes are completely removed. What a shame: you should have admired the outfit more—it looked good on her, but Chaewon’s cute butt needed all of your attention back then. You rush towards the final girl and for some lucky reason, your cock is still up and ready. 

Without wasting any time, you align yourself and push deep into Sana. A happy scream and giggles mixed with moans leave her mouth, but all of your focus is on the new sensation—it’s again not as painfully tight as Chaewon, but she makes up for it in a different way: Sana uses her fingers to spread her cheeks apart for better access, she relaxes so you can push deeper and she tightens so you can feel the insides of a well-used fuckhole. This position is very tiring, but the more you lean in, the more gravity does it’s job and you plunge into her naturally. Sana’s moans start to sound euphoric; good thing that she is enjoying herself.

“You like that, huh? Anal, in this position?”

“Ahhh—A-Always—Ahhh!”

“Your ass—fuck—it’s amazing. You want people to see it, right?”

“Y-Yes. See it—a-and fuck it!”

You decide that she deserves a quicker pace. Every pump is sped up. In and out and in and out, like the pistons of your Phantom. Sana’s flexible asshole is an addicting sensation, hence you fuck it out of necessity. The final goal is one last climax, and she reaches hers first, staining the cushions with copious amounts of squirt. Shot after shot like a broken fire hose while she bites into the fabric to muffle herself.

“Such a great ass. Firm, clean, and big. It deserves more attention.”

Two hands dig into the flesh and knead it leaving marks generously. It causes other parts of her body to tense up and she orgasms again, this time even stronger. Her asshole narrows to the point you yelp in pain. All the strength in the world is not enough to retrieve your Excalibur from her, so you explode.

Every last drop of semen is sucked out of you with each accompanying breath that leaves Sana. Her body drops to the couch and you are a little disappointed: Your final load was not big enough to visibly run out of her, but after three amazing orgasms, you are in no position to complain.

Wobbly feet carry you towards a sink in the corner of the room. Most of the oxygen was used up—converted to pants, moans and screams. Now, it’s quiet. Only the sound of warm water cleaning up your flaccid, sensitive dick. You dare not touch it. What you touch is your stomach. You have never been this hungry in your life. Anything would suffice. Old bread, a can of beans, even bitter gourd.

Quickly wipe off all the traces of your wild fuck session from your clothes and head for the exit. But the second you tighten your belt, an abrupt swing opens the door wide. You gulp. No one should see three passed-out girls with leaking asses in the same room as you. Not some rando, not a cleaner, and definitely not the owner. No one.

“S-Sorry, am I too late?”

Okay, this one can. Chaewon’s best friend, Kim Minju. You were well acquainted with her personality and body. If your girlfriend weren’t such a freak, Minju could have easily tempted you into cheating, but because you had a couple of threesomes with both of them, you never needed to.

Minju’s body is an immaculate hourglass—perfection, just like her face, her thighs, her hips, and her ass—she just has too many great assets. 

“Yeah, sorry. I’m exhausted and starving. I’m gonna grab some food, but you can wait here. The others are like dead though.”

As you chuckle, Minju looks past you and sees her best friend and two strangers spread across the room, unconscious. She starts to sweat a little and her eyes grow wide in anticipation—she definitely wants to say something, but you ignore her and try to continue your search for food. 

“Wait,” Minju says, her voice stern and one hand on your abdomen to push you back an inch.

“What? Sorry, Minju. I’ll fuck your butt later. I need to eat something, anything, okay? The others might even join—”

“That’s the thing. They shouldn’t.”

The worst nickname you have ever heard: “Minju Angel”. Only very naïve people should fall for outer appearances, especially so for her cute facade of innocence. Minju is the closest thing to a nymphomaniac you know. She never bothers to wear panties while she walks the streets of Seoul. Juices leak out of her at the thought of getting pounded by one to twelve men, when she eyes them. When she sees a shape barely similar to a cock, perverted thoughts make her insides squirm. 

“W-What do you m—”

Another push, and you fall flat on the carpet. Her hands quickly remove the lower part of your clothing. Of course, your cock is still flaccid and your balls are not refilled. She sighs at the sight.

“Minju… Minju wants to—Please breed Minju!”

Aegyo of the highest caliber, but it is not the reason your heart pounds harder than you did any of the three other girls. The door closes, Minju rubs your shaft with her thighs.

“N-No! Minju, you know Chaewon—”

“But Minju doesn’t care! Minju wants you to breed her. Breed Minju!”

Another aegyo, then her hand gently grabs your manhood. Every stroke evokes a whimper out of you. Overstimulation always brings tears to your eyes, so you try to fight back.

“Please stop. I can’t anymore. I’m empty. There is nothing left.”

Minju leans forward, her pouty face above yours she whispers—hoarse, yet adorable:

“Minju Angel will be your cumdump forever, bbuing-bbuing.”

A miracle occurs through her words: your rod stiffens in her grasp. Each stroke hurts less, and even the unbearable feeling of hunger is stripped from you. Minju removes the lower part of her attire. No panties underneath, just the glistening gates to heaven.

In one motion, you wrap yourself around her heavenly body and change positions. The formerly-on-top Minju is now in a nice mating-press with your cock buried in her tight pussy. One thrust, and your mind is blank. Then, you just fuck her.

Slow or fast, wet or dry, hard or gentle—it doesn’t matter. All you know is Minju’s constant moans:

“Breed Minju. Breed Minju. Breed Minju.”

A/N: Happy Birthday, @kaedewrites​! I hope you enjoyed this. Stay an awesome cutie <3

Loathing Love: Lucky Loser (Pt. 1)

Male Reader x Kang Hyewon, Kwon Eunbi

Length: 4064 words

Tags: angsty smut, cheating, doggy, rough fingering, frustration sex, creampie, stresstoy!Hyewon

TW: cheating, hate-sex, cursing at idol

Inspiration: “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers

Credit: @worldsover​ and @midnightdancingsol​ for editing! Thanks for your time and effort!

Part 2: Loathing Love: Liable Lady is out!

“…destiny is calling me / Open up my eager eyes / Cause I’m Mr. Brightside.”

Rotate your wrist by forty-five degrees, and both the engine of your car and the music of the radio go quiet. The latter still resonates in your mind as you grab your suitcase and leave the car. You pay no further attention to the door; it’s used to your little bursts of frustration after years of usage.

Usually, you would describe your work days as excellent: A calm and funny boss, humble and earnest co-workers, and a serene and pleasant atmosphere. They all combine to create a tremendous work environment on most days.

But those days are quickly over when a project is urgent and of utmost importance. Then your boss turns into a furious beast, co-workers you consider friends scream vicious remarks and whine constantly, and your desk might as well be seated in the depths of hell.

It has been one of those weeks, so all you want on this Friday night is to lay on the couch, your fiancé cuddling you, while a blanket wraps both of you like a burrito. You would only get up to grab a box of ice cream and turn the TV on for anything funny or light-hearted. She’ll probably constantly steal your spoon and eat at least two-thirds of the ice cream on her own, like usual—it would be okay though, because there is nothing in the world that you love more.

How fast can a world come crashing down?

Let’s try three seconds:

One to open the front door just a crack, your voice ready to greet your lover. Because of the stressful day, it’s stuck in the back of your throat. 

Another to hear a terrifying combination of slapping, moaning, and creaking. 

Then the third for you to process and understand the situation. Rush to the bedroom.

“Eunbi—what the fuck is going on!?”

The sheets you paid for, the bed you worked hard for, the woman you wanted to marry—all are ruined by this fucking random guy grabbing your future wife’s hair while taking her from behind like a dog. It makes Eunbi moan her response:

“B-Babe, I can explain—oh fuck, oh yes, oh God.”

Tears dwell in your eyes while the tiny red organ in your chest bleeds. Each thrust into her is a punch that breaks you further. Knees turn to butter, softened by the incredible heat these to fuck-bunnies emit.

“S-Stop fucking my girl! Eunbi, s-say something about—.”

The bitch does not even look at you; instead, she buries her face harder into the mattress to muffle her noisy moans of pleasure. With her ass higher than her head and the former now turned to her newfound love, she responds.

“S-Sorry, babe. I—fuck, so good—I didn’t want you to find out like this.”

Your stomach twists itself—these guts of yours might as well be outside your body. A sweaty hand grabs the door frame to hold you steady. Rivers of tears stain your cheeks, then your shirt.

“E-Eunbi, please. Stop. Why?”

The first time your fiancee looks at you. In this moment you see the answer in her eyes: For one part guilt, there is ten parts of unbridled lust. You feel like puking.

“B-Babe—right there, yes, fuck—p-please l-leave, okay? S-Sorry, I’ll call y—fuck, I’m cumming! So big, oh God, so big!”

That’s it. More than you could possibly take. Your broken heart finds new life in the wake of self-hatred. The melting knees turn to steel and hot and slick hands form ice cold fists. With thunderous steps you run outside, to the tune of Eunbi’s screams, feeling of absolute failure creeping in further with each note she sings. Jump into the car—revving engine and screeching tires do nothing to drown out the slaps of pelvis hitting ass in your ears. Maybe the radio would help drown it out.

“Jealousy / Turning saints into the sea / Swimming through sick lullabies…”

Still the same song, or are you going insane?

With 150 on the road, ignoring all road signs, you might as well already be.

It’s a good thing that this neighborhood is so secluded. No children, no cars, no cunts—just pure, wet asphalt in front of you, with nothing to dodge. 

Too bad you can’t commit to more than 160 since the next junction is just too close. Black marks on gray pavement, after you hit the break.

You hate your existence, because it’s not enough for her, as you drive towards a sordid district with run-down taverns and dubious nightclubs. Hate your mouth, because it was not enough to tell her your love, as you stumble out of the car and almost onto the street. Hate your job, because it never made you rich enough to earn her, as you push aside pedestrians to walk to a bar with jazz music. Hate your body, because it was not enough to satisfy her hidden desires, as you settle on a bar stool and raise your hand.

“The strongest drink you have, please.” Not a nice way to greet somebody. 

The young bartender looks intimidated. “Uhm, we have Tennessee Whisky, sir—Jack Daniels.”

“I’ll take two.”

“A-Are you sure, sir?”

You slam a flat hand on the dark wooden counter, all eyes on you. “Yes. I had a terrible day. No questions. Just liquor.”

A gulp, then a nod—not a minute later, amber-colored liquid travels from glasses to your esophagus down into the depths of your rearranged guts. Not literally but figuratively. Literal is only the alcohol, burning in your throat, a well-deserved pain. This is your punishment for being a fucking loser and terrible husband material for Eunbi. Willingly, you try to take another flagellation, but a soft hand stops your fingers from ordering seconds.

“Come on, what the hell?”

“I think that’s enough for you.” Her voice is so caring, yet you don’t even acknowledge her with a glance.

“Are you my mother? Leave me alone.”

“I know the bartender. He will not give you another shot if I tell him to.” She sounds serious, but the soothing gentleness never leaves her voice. It’s like a soft, timid embrace. 

Finally, you look over your shoulder at her. “Who are you? And why the fuck are you annoying me!?”

“Because I’ve seen dozens of guys like you. They don’t end up in a good place, you know? I want to be there for you.”

A hand on your shoulder. You jolt. “I don’t know you, okay? And you don’t know me. Go away.”

“Hyewon—now you know me. I’ll order us something, not as strong, if you still want to drink. Or we can just talk.”

With a heavy sigh, you turn towards her, inspecting her thoroughly for the first time since she started talking to you. A gorgeous-looking woman in a cute pink dress that reveals her smooth shoulders, both hands resting on the counter and leaning towards you. Long strands of straight, brown hair travel down her back, and your eyes follow. Hyewon’s hips—poorly covered by the end of the short dress—make her look curvy and those juicy thighs add to her sexiness.

“D-Do whatever.”

This is not the time to lust over some random beauty in a filthy bar, this is the time to cry over your lost relationship into the hard liquor. But whatever Hyewon ordered—with her raised hand and puppy face she looks adorable—it is not hard, just some colorful, quickly-shaken cocktail.

“That one has only a little alcohol and a tangy sweetness.”

“It looks like a unicorn shit in the glass. And what’s with all this colorful crap?”

Swirly straw, seashell green umbrella, slice of lime—you drop them on the counter and—while seeing Hyewon’s shocked face in the corner of your eye—you down the whole glass in one go. With only shards of ice left, you lower it back down. Hyewon’s features soften, and with a reserved smile she asks:

“Does it taste good?”

“It’s sweet.”

You gulp as tears form and start to blur your vision. Her smile grows worried.

“It’s spicy, but not too much. It’s colorful. It’s fun. I-I love it.”

Then all dams break. The overflow of your tear ducts shows the emotions you tried to suppress since the conversation started. The pillar of your comfort, the laughter to your joke, the heart in your chest—she chose someone else. You never even considered cheating on her. Why would you? She is perfect. Yet you could never be this for her.

A soft hand strokes your hair while you bury your puffy face deeper into your crossed arms on the counter. It’s not enough to hide the sobbing and wailing that constantly streams out of you. No more holding back.

“Just let it all out. Take another one, if you like it.”

Hyewon hands you her drink and without a second of contemplation, you down it as well. You’re not sure if there is even any alcohol in this mixture of red, blue and green, but something about it has a similar effect like chocolate: It makes you happy—or less sad, to be specific.

“C-Can I get another one?”

“Sure. If you talk a little, I might even pay for them.”

Hyewon smirks. It’s infectious, but yours is filled with sorrow and mourning. With the cold, slippery surface of number three in your hand, you give the beauty what she wants.

“I—fuck it. Today, work was shit. I got home, and when I open the door I—”

The other hand, which is not occupied with holding the glass balls to a fist while dangling at your side. The scene from before, replayed in your head without mercy, leaves you speechless. Telling Hyewon exposes your weaknesses, your insecurities.

With incredible care, she takes your clamping hand in her own and loosens one finger, then another, until it’s open. Your breathing gets slow, calm even—you didn’t notice how hectic it was during your crying session.

“What happened?” Hyewon asks, her voice a whisper, almost too quiet to pick up.

“My wife—my fiancée, b-but she was my wife basically—she g-gets fucked by this guy. She—fucking hell—she just tells me to leave. She didn’t even stop, or hide her moans, fuck no.”

Before your hand goes back to be a fist, the beautiful woman presses her thumbs lightly into the palm. With her eyes on said hand, she hisses: “How dare she.”

“No, no.” You wave it off, then take a little sip. “It’s on me. She is so perfect, I didn’t deserve her. I was probably to engulfed in work or failed getting her gifts or maybe in bed—”

The small yet pointy fingernails of Hyewon’s thumbs dig into your flesh. You wince at the pain and pull your hand back, but she does not relent. Instead, she yanks it towards her like she owns it and says in a bitter, angry tone: “Why? Why are you defending her? She cheats on you, fucks another man in front of you—and you defend her? I hate it. You are blinded by love.”

“Hyewon. That hurts.”

“Sorry. But I just can’t let you hate yourself, after what she did to you.”

“But I pushed her away. I didn’t work hard enough. Or too much. I don’t know.”

“See. You fall into these lies. Stop it, please. She didn’t deserve you.”

“What are you sa—ouch.”

“Let me see. Your face is quite handsome.”

She caresses your cheek, and you see her gaze stop on your jaw and lips, a small glisten in her eyes. After being frozen for a second, you start to blush. Hyewon stays unfazed and starts to touch your belly.

“You have a great body, with nice abs, broad shoulders—even your legs are trained.”

Both of her hands stop at your knees, and she moves closer to you, her hot breath hitting your sweaty collarbone. Words—you try to grasp them, to no avail—are insufficient to describe the mixture of feelings in your brain. Hyewon has her way of swaying you to one side, as you lock eyes.

“Think about it. Whose car is parked outside?”

“M-Mine.”

“And who owns the home you live in?”

“I own the house.”

“Who goes to work from dawn till dusk?”

“I do.”

“And you still believe that it was okay—natural, even—that she cheated on you, in your house, after you worked your butt off?”

Chaos in your head as her lips inch closer. There is fury, sadness, and a deeply-rooted frustration in her eyes. It’s like they copy and paste to yours, although this feeling of guilt still remains, and it might grow if those soft-looking lips touch yours.

But it does not happen. A sigh instead, probably at the lack of a response. Hyewon spins around, gets up from her stool, and walks off—yanking and pulling you with her all throughout. Her high-heels clank on the wooden planks and the jazz you have not really noticed until now gets dampened by the first door, then it starts to fade as you make your way down a hallway.

“H-Hyewon… uhm. Where are we going?”

“To my room. I can’t stand you having your viewpoint completely fucked up by this evil bitch.” Her cold, heartless tone scares you.

“Hey! She isn’t—” 

She turns around. Any coldness in her eyes melts in the form of tears. A weak punch to your chest, but it somehow acts like the start to your heart beating faster and faster. Instinctively, your arms wrap around her frame, her sizable mounds pressing into you. “You got cucked so hard. W-why are you still making excuses?” Her reproachful whimper makes you tense.

“I—fuck, I don’t know.”

“You should have punched him, punched her. D-Do you like it? Getting cucked?”

“Fuck no!”

The sound when Hyewon opens the door finally starts a realization in your sadness-filled mind. And with each step you follow the beauty into the room, sorrow and agony turn to fury and hatred. Your vision blurs, only hazy pictures of you sitting next to Hyewon on a bed, while her face turns from teary to confused to worried. The touch of her hand rubbing you back jolts you back to reality before you drift off into the unknown.

“Are you okay? You seem… completely absent-minded.”

“How could she do this to me? This fucking whore!”

Your quick hands try to tear the sheets to shreds, your head starts fuming, and your thoughts only search for the answer to this lingering question: How can you get revenge on Eunbi?

Luckily, Hyewon seems to be the perfect tool for this endeavor. With sultry eyes, a lusty smirk, a longing moan, her hands go underneath your shirt and travel across your torso. Although your fingers hastily grab her dress and bunch it up above her hips, you hesitate. Hot air from her mouth and nose brushes at your chin as she looks up at you.

“Do you want this, Hyewon?”

“Wrong question. Do you want this?”

One quick pull upwards is your answer. Hyewon’s barely-covered body easily rivals Eunbi’s: Her tits are voluptuous and perky, her midriff looks trained and delicious, and her thighs feel round and creamy. Without realizing it, you have already dug into them to lift the smaller woman up and throw her onto the bed.

After a sigh, Hyewon crawls back and unbuckles your belt while your shirt is recklessly thrown towards the closed doors. Thank the inventor of doors for giving you privacy, thank the inventor of beds for making this comfortable, and thank god for the gorgeous woman, filled with lust.

Before Hyewon can even remove your boxers, a skilled hand finds its way into her soaked panties. And with each vicious rub across her drenched folds, she squirms and digs her nails into your shoulders. Your soon-to-be-wife would definitely notice—if there was even a chance—and she should. This is your attempt at getting back at her.

“Fuck! Your fingers—just your fingers are so good, oh God!”

Leaving your bulged-out boxers alone, Hyewon’s arms wrap around your neck. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth, while her eyes try to focus on your face, but as soon as you push two fingers inside her still-hidden cunt, they roll into the back of her head.

You can’t resist her mouth though. A couple of sucks at her tongue, then you invade her second hole for the night. Most of her body goes limp and she sinks into the pillows, but you are here to make her tense by going faster. The obscene sound of a pussy hitting the palm of a hand drowns out whatever moans escape the girls while you stuff her mouth and explore it thoroughly. Then a well-timed rub at her clit, and she explodes.

“Ah—fuck, fuck—I’m cumming! Oh my God, help, just your hand, so good!”

It would have been better if you had stayed in her mouth; Hyewon is only able to scream profanities and senseless sentences. As a punishment, you don’t stop your movements, focusing on her swollen nub. Her back arches, and with half-lidded orbs, she tries to beg, because her mouth can only utter:

“There, fuck me, fuck, so good! My s-slutty hole, fuck!”

Hair all across her face. The sweat from the rough finger-fucking makes it stick from temple to tits, and the latter should finally be exposed, you decide. All it takes is one strong yank, and the luxurious-looking piece of clothing is out of your sight. The new sight is infinitely better anyways: two massive melons with dark pink areolae and stiff nipples bounce every time you pick up the pace.

“God, they are enormous!”

A light squeeze, then a strong suck, and with a third finger inside her to rub all over her walls, the overstimulation is complete. Rapid spasms are inevitable, just like slickness increasing on your hand.

“A-Again! Cum—God!”

For a moment you think that she might never stop fidgeting and squirming, but after seemingly-infinite seconds, her orgasm subsides. Your fingers left the hole long ago, and they took the completely-unusable garment between her milky thighs with them. Hyewon, dazed and visibly incapable of thinking normal thoughts, tugs tightly at the hem of your boxers and pulls them down.

“Wow. S-So big.”

She is utterly mesmerized; her head moves closer to it like it’s a magnet. However, fucking her upper orifice is not what you want. Sure, pumping into her mouth until you cum down her throat, and fill her tummy would be incredible, but you want to take her like that son of a bitch fucked Eunbi.

“Get on all fours. Ass towards me!”

The demands reach her ears, but she is unable to follow up properly: too strong was the overstimulation, so you grab her and adjust her according to your vision of revenge before pushing into her naturally-lubed pussy. No warning; just force.

“Ha—oh hell, ouch—so h-h-huge!”

Hyewon’s arms crumble and now, she is just a hole up high, impaled by a furious length. It spreads her wide and leaves her painfully gasping. Your viewpoint leaves you in gasps as well: gasps of lust. Hyewon’s ass, her back, her hair—all look seductive, and so you spank, you rub, you grab.

Everything is animalistic. The movement of your rod is merciless, just like Eunbi was merciless with you. The release of all your hatred beats the actual feeling of velvety breeding walls around your cock, brutally tight and almost scorching. Hyewon is reduced to only making grunts, moans and the occasional “Fuck. Ah, fuck!”

Nothing can pull you out of this mindless frenzy.

Nothing can make you stop this irrational experience.

Nothing can make you not fuck her raw.

Nothing, except for the ring-tone of your cell phone—for some reason, it’s loud enough to hear through all sexual sounds.

“I’m coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine…”

A morbid curiosity makes you pull out your cock and pick up your phone. Eunbi’s name is still framed with two hearts, and her gorgeous profile pic tries to pierce into your heart as the phone rumbles violently.

Should you answer her?

No.

No way in hell you won’t.

“Hyewon, I’ll fuck you through this call. Try not to scream, ‘kay?”

Let the show begin.

“Eunbi? You there?”

“B-Babe, I—I’m sorry. I, I didn’t want y-you to find out this way.”

“Find out what? And why are you crying?”

“I—sorry, I fucked up. I w-wanted to t-tell you that I f-feel like…”

“Eunbi, get your fucking act together. Stop crying.”

“Huh? Babe? Y-You are so mean. A-And what is that clapping sound!?”

“Oh that? T-That is just me applauding you—fuck—for finally speaking your true feelings. Say it! Say you don’t love me anymore!”

“No, that’s not it, I—”

“Liar! You fucking bitch, how dare you? I—fuck, so good—I tell you something: I never r-really loved you. I only wanted to fuck your body, see your tits bounce, thighs wiggle, and ass ripple, while I take you—fuck!”

Hyewon is long paralyzed—at least from your point of view—when you cum buckets and paint her white from the inside. Pent up sperm is released through your hard rod, and pent-up frustration is released through your hard words. It makes Eunbi sob, and it’s like you can hear the tears creep down her perfect cheeks and hit the phone screen.

“No! Y-You don’t mean that!”

“I-I mean it! And that new guy—I saw in his smirk that he doesn’t love you. He will drop you. And just like I did just now, he will break all promises and fuck another woman.”

Eunbi’s sobs are replaced by loud wailing and agonizing screams that penetrate your heart and so your penetration stops. A million different phrases are stuck in the back of your throat: you want to curse at her, tell her you hate her, tear her soul apart, but you can’t. There is still love for this smaller woman, and it bursts forth in the form of tears in your eyes.

“I-I should hate you. I should leave you. M-Maybe I should even hurt you. But I can’t. Eunbi, I…”

Her screams stop. For a second, just the suction of air into lungs, be they rapid after steamy sex or arrhythmic after a heartbreak, can be heard. It’s like the world stopped moving just for you two to think. 

A hoarse voice, filled with guilt, calls out through the speaker:

“P-Please, my love. Please f-forgive me! I’d do a-anything, don’t leave me, please!”

“I—I hate, love, hate—Eunbi, fuck you. I—”

Suddenly, the call ends. A slender finger pressed the red button. The same finger seals your lips before you can protest. Hyewon’s face is getting close to yours, wobbly knees and legs trying to push her up to your posture. She is still glowing, and it suits her face perfectly.

“Enough. Don’t overdo it. Look at your face, all messed up.”

She wipes across your cheeks, her soft touch making you hiss for some reason. Both of you sink into the snug mattress, her arms around you, your arms idle and lifeless.

“I bet you didn’t enjoy this as much as I did.”

“Hyewon. Thanks. I’m such a fuck up.”

“You definitely got drama on your hands, but there is nothing that can not be fixed, alright?”

“But—ugh, it all fucking sucks! The feeling of leaving or loving tears me apart—I can’t stand it.”

“I got a plan that can maybe fix that: go back to your girlfriend. If it works out, you forget that this happened, and if we accidentally meet again, I’m just a drink-and-karaoke buddy. If it doesn’t work out, meet me here and we will figure it out. There will always be a pussy you can creampie.”

She straddles your thigh with her hot cunt, the remainder of your orgasm still dripping out.

“Sounds good?”

“Okay.”

 You pat her head and kiss her temple gently. 

“Thank you, Hyewon.”

Loathing Love: Liable Lady (Pt. 2)

Male Reader x Kwon Eunbi, Kang Hyewon

Words: 2,780 words

Tags: rough hate sex, missionary mating press, blood sweat and tears, creampie, aggressive, choking, dom!reader, subby!Eunbi

TW: hate sex, a little blood, cursing at idol

Inspiration: cheating Eunbi and “Loser=Lover” by TXT

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for editing!

This is Part 2 to Loathing Love: Lucky Loser!

“I’m a loser / I’m a loser / Lover with a dollar sign is a loser.”

This radio is definitely taunting you. Someone, maybe one of the radio presenters, loves to see you suffer, while your car slowly rolls onto the paved entrance next to your house. The remnants of stars in the dark blue sky above fade completely when bright, golden beams of light burst forth behind the earths’ curvature. The sun has risen, and with no clouds to hide it, she shows it to everyone.

You pull out the key, and thus the boy band falls silent. A new urge rises in you faster and even stronger than the glowing fireball illuminating the entire planet. It makes you drop your keys; of course, they fall somewhere underneath your seat. As you fumble for them, the events of last night—the finale at least—is put on replay in your fuzzy mind.

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“Thank you, Hyewon.”

“No need to thank me more. I received my fair share of pleasure. I hope you don’t mind your cum dripping onto your leg.”

You chuckle and pull her into a close embrace. The heat from her body, the heat from her core, the heat from… from whatever feelings you have, make you forget the chaotic mess that your life actually is right now.

“You’re sure you’re safe, right?”

“Of course. No time to get pregnant. Yet.”

The final word is almost inaudible as she presses her chin onto your shoulder. However, she must have underestimated the distance to your cautious ear picking up every sound, even the light creaking of the bed as you press her sizable breasts onto your chest.

“Yet? Are you still waiting for the right one?”

Hyewon nods, rubbing her cheek on yours. A melancholic whisper is how she answers, hands clenching on your back:

“The right one, at the right time. Someone who takes all of my worries away and does not create new ones. Someone who can express his love for me the way I do. Someone, who is pretty outside and absolutely gorgeous inside. Until now, I have never met a man—or woman, even—that can do this for me.”

With an amused look on your face, you back off slightly from the sweaty bare embrace and stare at a surprised Hyewon. Then, your loud teasing voice makes her blush harder than the afterglow of sex on her cheeks:

“Hyewon, do you like girls? Are you, maybe, a little gay?”

Her eyes avoid your face, searching for escape—up, down, left, right—but she cannot escape your persistent smirk. With a sigh she surrenders:

“Maybe—perhaps, just a little. Yeah, okay, fuck it. Girls are great. I find them just as hot as guys. Some of them also kiss exceptionally well, at least when they are drunk and I am drunk. But the thing is…”

Hyewon is pointing at her tummy and rubbing it, yet your perverted gaze falls on her thighs and to her pink core first. She doesn’t notice and stutters:

“G-Girls cannot f-fill this one up. A-And I… I like that.”

You laugh at her adorable filthiness and kiss her cheek. She looks at you, embarrassment written all over her face, just like the strands of hair sticking to it.

“You are so cute, Hyewon.”

“S-Shut up. Go to sleep. A-And when you wake up, leave this room immediately.”

Did you take things too far? An apology might save things.

“Sorry, I—”

“No, don’t be sorry! I just want you… to not drive with alcohol in your blood, okay? So just sleep for a couple of hours. Then, you will find a way to end this drama. Understood?”

“Yes. Thank you, Hyewon.”

She smiles brightly and slaps your chest. What a way to go to sleep.

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For a couple of seconds, your brain was in the past, reliving it intently, and during these seconds, you found your keys, exited your car, and walked to the sidewalk in front of your house. From here, you have a perfect view of the magnificent morning sun. Alive is what you feel and alive is what you are. It’s definitely a good thing. Not that you doubted it, but the drama seriously damaged your outlook for the future. Is it still salvageable? Can you still look ahead to great times? Or are they gone with the morning wind?

All of this waiting, this freezing and sitting at the empty avenue is unnecessary if Eunbi is not at home anymore, but you doubt that she left. After all, she has nowhere to go. The confrontation is inevitable and you are absolutely not ready for it. It’s oddly similar to tests in schools, but this time, you have no clue what the correct answers are.

You are unsure of your feelings, unsure of her feelings, and unsure if feelings even matter as much as you believe them to do. Dumping her seems too easy, too simple-minded for your conflicted heart. And something inside denies your instinct to let your fiance go permanently; with this certainty, you will have to engage in whatever will happen next.

Pick yourself up and walk straight towards the front door. It might look like you make steps, full of determination, but in truth, there is just anguish and woe. You enter with caution and look down the hallway. At the end of it, the bedroom, where this whole tragedy started.

With complete silence, you peek into the place you usually associate with ease, care, and love. Now, you associate it with new, vile feelings and the sight before you: Eunbi, on her knees, her head—hidden behind layers of her messy hair—on the bed, while two pairs of hands clutch at the sheets. She is wearing a white shirt and cyan dolphin shorts, which means that her creamy legs are almost fully exposed. You see bruises on them; bruises from kneeling for hours.

“Eunbi…”

Softness and emptiness are in your voice, but also disappointment and sadness; you just can’t hide them. The woman shoots her head up, finding your gaze immediately, as you stand in the doorframe jittery. Long strands of chestnut hair give way for a sight so unbearable, it almost makes you tear up.

A Zombie has more life in their eyes than her; death gleams in full darkness in her usually gorgeous orbs. The mascara running down puffy cheeks puts every make-up artist for The Walking Dead to shame. Her plumb, cotton-like lips from which you once heard the greatest words and sounds on this planet, are chapped; their color is a perversion of strong blue and light pink.

The tears she cried not only messed up her visual, they also stained your bed, her clothing, this entire room. New ones follow, and you witness the true misery of watching her sorrow. Whimpers and wails, snot and sniffles, torment and tears join a symphony so horrific, only an inhumane sadist could have come up with it.

Frozen in agony, unable to step in and comfort her or at least step out of the room and run away, you lean your back to the door, hoping for thoughts, ideas, words, to better the current catastrophe. Eunbi’s gaze is never on your face for more than a second, but each time you lock eyes, her torture seems to get more intense. If only her squelched cries and screams wouldn’t pierce right through you, you could at the very least speak, but now every sound from her keeps your lips sealed and vocal cords immovable.

“I-I’m s-sorry. I know, I-I have ruined it all. E-Everything, it’s all in sh-shambles. F-Forgive me, p-please.”

With wavering hands and wounded knees, Eunbi crawls like a scarred bunny towards you. Instinctively, your body starts to tensen. It’s like electricity runs through your veins, gradually numbing your grip on reality, while she grabs your calves. From below, her twinkling eyes, her doleful features, her unblemished jawline, they still contain the pure beauty of the woman you loved for years.

However, you decide against mercy, against the forgiveness she is begging for with words, expressions and actions. Too great was her sin, and you have the understandable fear that more of her evil deeds will be revealed underneath the veil you are going to lift someday. Eunbi probably found, flirted and fucked other guys throughout your relationship.

Your heart grows cold, her begs don’t reach you anymore:

“P-Please, I’m so, so s-sorry, please, f-forgive me. D-Don’t kick m-me out, d-don’t l-leave me, please!”

“Eunbi?”

“Y-Yes?”

“Give me your ring.”

She opens her eyes a little wider and her hands climb at your clothing, until she grast on your shirt, and cries out in fear: “No! P-Please, don’t. Anything, but this!”

“Give me your ring,” you insist, glaring at her, more calculated than angry. Eunbi understands her attempts are futile. It takes her painfully long to drag the ring away from her finger, each millimeter is accompanied by sniffles and gasps. The small woman reaches her hand upwards and you snatch it away from her.

“Anything? Do you mean that? Would you do anything to get this ring back?”

Eunbi is frozen like an ancient bronze statue, her pale hand still up high, the other on your thigh. Only her slightly opened mouth let’s a hum of eager agreement out. You take it as a yes, and so you take her shambolic hair pulling it so her head leans back and you can see her shocked look.

“So anything. If you follow through, I can see things maybe work out again. Then, the ring won’t be the useless piece of jewelry it is now. But only if you mean it.”

Eunbi gulps and looks towards the floor. The slight shifts in her kneeling tell you that she is not only sore, but in severe torment from this position. This could be the finale, the end of your long reaching relationship that was supposed to have its highest point in less than a year. Maybe it is the thought of her wedding that leads her to this bold, bravely-spoken answer:

“I mean it. I’ll do anything. Please, give me the ring.”

Roughly, you get a hold of Eunbi’s left hand and do what she desires. But this is the end of her desires. From now on, it’s going to be you in control, in power, in complete domination. Your fiance does not know what she just signed up for, so the brief, scintillating shimmer of relief in her eyes almost makes you feel bad for her.

Almost.

Eunbi is small and light, so you easily wrap your arms around her waist and shove her onto the mattress of the bed you usually share to cuddle on. Not anymore, since a random son of a bitch decided to ruin it. You hover above her, arms pinned to each side of her head. With fuming hatred in your voice you tell her the fate she just committed to:

“You know I have a project this week. I’ll come home, filled with fury… and you will be my stress relief. I will fuck you hard, mercilessly, all the time, everywhere, and you are going to put up with it. Understood?”

Before she can answer, the fear in her teary eyes grows ever so stronger when you tear open her shirt and rid her of her favorite dolphin shorts in no time. You start to ravish her body, not roaming it lovingly like you used to, but grope, pinch and even scratch wherever you can. Eunbi screams, so you actually stop for a second and wait for her to answer.

“I—I’m sorry. P-Please use me. I d-don’t deserve it any o-other way.”

Eunbi’s words do not evoke a change of heart in you. Determined to take what’s now rightfully yours, you suppress any loving thoughts and start to suck at her neck, leaving purple hickeys on her pale skin. Although your next attack on her large tits is ferocious and certainly not only pleasurable, her arms rest idly on the bed. Salty streams still sweep endlessly down.

The sight of Eunbi’s body and playing with her extraordinary mounds never fails to get you excessively hard, so you tear off your pants and align yourself with her entrance. Something about her thick, jiggly thighs and partially hair-covered pussy always made you think of her as a natural, untainted beauty, but it’s not the time to admire her god-sculpted body.

It’s time to pound her the roughest she has ever been pounded.

Eunbi’s legs are spread wide, when you ram yourself into her hot cavern, and they start to shake uncontrollably when you try to go deeper. Her lack of natural lubrication makes the first entrance painful for both of you, so you use a well-known trick to make her wet in seconds.

One hand on her throat, squeezing down gradually, one hand at her clit, rubbing side to side swiftly. Eunbi starts to arch her back and her tongue flaps out of her mouth, just as moans would if she could breathe properly. You pull out and continue this spiel for a little before suddenly invading her again. A slick cunt is surely more comfortable.

But this is not about comfort; this is about showing her how much you despise her actions. Every thrust of your long rod along her velvety walls ends at her cervix, every slap of your sweaty hands across her shaking body ends in a yelp, and every thought of your hate-dazed brain about her anxious look ends in an infinite void. It’s like your feelings are gone entirely, or completely overwhelming.

“F-Fuck! You d-dumb bitch! W-Why did you do it? E-Everything was perfect. You ruined it!”

Resentful fingers capture her chin and you force eye contact while pinching her erect left nipple. To your disbelief, Eunbi groans and orgasms hard around your impaling cock. Quickly pinch her other nipple, and she squirts you out of her pussy. Eunbi’s eyes are like water bubbles, ready to burst in tears again, but her completely rouge face and panting mouth show what she might actually feel:

Pleasure.

Infuriated, you lean down to her face. Hot breath hits your nostrils. Without thinking, you bite her lips, drawing a pained gasp and a little blood. In the meantime, your body adjusts into a new position, something like a mating press. More accurately: a hating press.

This is not about breeding her, although you definitely plan to pump her full of your seed. No, this is about using her as a mattress, to degrade her. Eunbi might understand your feelings, when you actually fuck them into her cunt. And so you thrust again, rougher, with all of your body weight from above. Eunbi cries out, calling your name mixed with obscenities, while you see her mind fade to blank.

Your orgasm approaches. It is inevitable now, just like it’s inevitable that this relationship cannot go on this way. Eunbi’s slick walls spasm once more and make you only fuck into her two, three more times, until you fill her. Your large cock buried to the hilt keeps the cum in her, until you collapse beside her.

Post-nut clarity is a bitch. It would have been better if you just fell asleep instantly, but now you have to deal with it. You have to deal with the fact that Eunbi probably still has some feelings for you, although she cheated on you. You have to deal with your decision of making her your toy, although you never dared to consider it before. And you have to deal with your own feelings, the feelings that persevered throughout this whole mess, although you tried to suppress them.

You still love Eunbi.

Wrap one arm around the passed-out woman you decided to marry not so long ago and pull her closer at her soft, smooth butt cheeks. Hyewon’s pussy leaked your cum onto your leg and now Eunbi does the same. Gentle, yet husky is your voice, as you whisper in her ear.

“It does not have to be like this. I—We can still fix things. But please, tell me: Why did you do it? I would have given you everything, so why did you do it?”

Eunbi is somewhere in dreamland, her chest heaves up and down, making her enormous breasts jiggle slightly, but you can’t get aroused now. Despair is taking you down to a dark abyss. You wipe away the blood from her lips and do the only thing you have hope in right now.

Get to Hyewon.

Phone: Angel of Infinity +0

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Words: 1405 words

Tags: pronebone, choking, rough, clothed, fingering, needy!Minju

TW: QUICKIE. BARELY EDITED.

A/N: The pic is not as important. Counts for the whole series/most of my fics

>@you, I hope you have a lot of time. I’ve heard only good from you and your massive… member. Tag me, I’m always ready for you 😉< Send by Angel

What a pleasant notification to wake up to. Sadly, you don’t know the girl behind the nickname Angel. Sana and Nayeon have told you separately that she is not only the most desired woman among everyone, but also has a libido unmatched by even the horniest people in Smite City.

>Hello @Angel! I just woke up, but I can send you my address and you can come over when you want—to get to know each other better 😉< Send by you

You stretch yourself while making your way to the kitchen. Nothing better than to start the day with a rich breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, nothing less for this well-deserved week of resting and unplanned, yet welcomed, fucking. If this Angel girl really is as freaky as you have been told, you need a lot of energy.

The first plate is finished quickly, and when you want to go for seconds, the flip-phone starts to ring, a new message in the main chat.

>@you Send it, I am already waiting. I’m so excited to get to know you—and what’s behind your boxers 😉< Send by Angel

A bright smile on your face while you type out the next message, enjoying the slight teases and naughtiness. This girl seems rather horny, let’s see if the stories about her are correct. If someone like Nayeon, who literally was upside down, naked and desperately waiting for you says that Angel is even hornier, you are in for at least a couple of days of fun.

Your address hits the group chat. While making the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, you mentally prepare yourself for how you want to satisfy this unknown girl. The thought of bending her over the table you just ate at or taking her in missionary makes blood rush down to your crotch. Maybe, if she is small, you can pick her up and pound her to a wall or do a freaky full nelson.

Every thrust you imagine, makes your cock twitch and grow in size, until suddenly, your doorbell rings. You immediately drop everything and sprint towards the front door. Opening it is maybe the only thing close to opening the gates of Heaven, because the girl right before is nothing short of perfect.

Straight, hazelnut hair. Big, dark orbs. Pale, spotless skin. A wide smile is her greeting. Too stunned to speak, you watch the girl walk in and remove her black, oversized coat. An hourglass figure, partially covered by a slutty looking skirt and a tight t-shirt. Words of admiration for her perfect shape, hips, thighs, breast, face should leave your mouth, but you just slam the door shut and with a leap you get to her.

Your arms find their way around her waist, pulling her back closer and you both don’t hesitate to fondle at each other and make-out violently. Words need not to be spoken for both of you to understand and express your need; moaning in each others mouth is enough.

Her naughty fingers rub at your clothed erection and when they free it, you gasp. She is skillful, stroking you delicately and with smooth precision. To distract yourself, you pull the second skin that is her t-shirt upwards and reveal perky breasts, not hidden behind a bra. Their shape is flawless, they fit perfectly in you hand. And it is where they belong. You squeeze and fondle, eliciting moans from her, moans of wanton lust.

“Fuck Minju on a bed, pretty please. Minju’s is a bad girl because there are no panties underneath.”

What a cute name. Weird though that she is referring to herself in such a manner, but the manner in which she describes her current state does not matter, as you find it to be true. Your hand under her way-too-short skirt immediately gets wet. Wet from fluids, already gushing out of her slit.

“Well Minju, you have a gorgeous face. How about you present yourself to me, before I’ll plow you into the mattress?” Confidence from your words, and Minju listens like an obedient puppy. A step away from you, she turns around and lifts up her skirt. Her tits are also exposed—those hard, pink nipples seem to throb like your dick—because she has the hem of her t-shirt in her mouth.

“Pwease, pwow Mimju hard.”

With a sly grin, you ram to fingers into her drenched pussy and basically finger-fuck her into your bedroom. She starts to spray her cum every where, but she is still able to stand upright and only moan a little, so you are unsure if an orgasm hit her. Minju positions herself in a missionary—teary, sultry eyes almost convince you to take her like that—but your preferred position is a different one.

A spin and Minju is on her belly, laying flat like a board, only her cute, wobbly ass protruding a little as her skirt is bunched up around her waist. After quickly getting rid of your annoying clothing—who needs that shit anyways? —you align your self at her slit, rubbing the inside of her wet thighs for a couple of second. Their juice covered, perfectly smooth surface is also useful for fucking, but her heat is the only thing you want in your heat.

Something about her easily accessible, often used, yet still tight and warm hole turns you into an animal. Grunts and thrusts and thrusts and grunts. There is no difference between you and a feral beast that just found his mate. Oi course, no animal would move their hands up their partners back and then lightly squeeze on their throat—which is exactly what you do. Her moans get quieter, almost powerless and whiny, which turns you on even more. It all just leads to harder thrusts, with a squeeze of her thighs or a spank on her ass in between.

You don’t even notice Minju pulling a flip-phone out of her skirt pocket and trying to type while you still exert force to make every of her breaths a mind-numbing challenge for her. She even loses her grip on the phone when you fuck her to a strong orgasm. Girl cum stains your sheets, and it kinda fills you with pride.

“You already came twice, and I am not yet close! Let’s see how many I can get out of you, Minju.”

Strong hits at certain corners, after you have almost completely pulled out of her, prove to be highly effective. When your hand isn’t too tight, you can hear her scream in ecstasy, rarely using coherent words to describe her current pleasure. Sometime a ‘Minju, fuck Minju!’ or a ‘Minju cumdump!’ comes out of her sultry, excessively drooling mouth.

This cacophony of sounds, rhythm, warmth, depths, wetness, pressure and pride will end in your orgasm, sooner than later. Each pump get tougher, the fucking can not go on like this. Minju still cums on your cock penetrating her, while you will probably contemplate changing the whole mattress later.

Painting her back might be cliché, but it is still what you decide to do. Her velvet walls stroke you a couple of time, then your hands, then it all turns white: Minju’s body with warm white, the streets outside with cold white, and your mind… with plain white.

Prone boning Minju seems like the way to happiness, the only way, the right way. What this little Angel still has in store for you, however, is beyond your imagination.

To your utter disbelief, she is completely fine. Your finger at her throat, your cock in her cunt, your ass sitting on her thighs. Hell even the multiple orgasms did nothing to her. Minju just stands up, smiling brightly, looking at her flip-phone for a second, then at you.

“Minju likes you. Can you cum in Minju’s little hole a lot of times, please?”

Her sudden dirty aegyo catches you off guard, just like her casually standing there with cum running down her back, completely exposed sweaty front and a finger on her hard clit. Yet you’re still able to nod at the beautiful, sinful sight.

“Great! Minju thought so, which is why Minju has a gift for you. Is your front door locked?”

Phone: Angel of Infinity +1

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Chou Tzuyu

„Is your front door locked?”

Bamboozled, you look at the naked beauty facing you. One pair of eyes is focused on that expression of yours, the other roams along incredible curves, sweaty skin and just spotless perfection. Not a single straight male could resist her. She is the greatest temptation.

“No, but I don’t fucking care,” you growl in arousal, shooting up from the bed, wrapping your arms around her waist and feeling her flat midriff against your tummy. Minju is soft and light, like a feather. You can easily throw her back on the bed and take her in a different position, but as your cock still grows from the thought, she stops you with a giggle.

“Hey, you animal! Can you wait just for a second? She will be here any moment.”

“She? Who do you m—”

The light creaking of your front door and the sound of clothes dropping to the ground make you jump a little. You hide your erection with both of your hands, but Minju—showing delight, with no trace of embarrassment—runs out of the bedroom and returns shortly after. Cheerfully she presents to you a person she is currently locking arms with.

“This is Tzuyu! She is known as @Puppy and absolutely love having this stuffed.”

Minju’s hand runs up, from Tzuyu’s delicious, jiggly thighs, across her toned stomach and bra-covered breasts, to the throat underneath her stupidly gorgeous face. She looks indeed like a puppy. And like a puppy, her tongue darts out in a pant when Minju starts to choke her.

“Look, she is already drooling from both lips!” Minju chuckles naughtily, catching the dropping saliva by standing underneath the taller woman. Her free hand rubs the soaked white panties, and you see no reason to hide your throbbing, yearning cock anymore.

When Tzuyu eyes it, her eyes grow large. A puppy, no doubt. A stunning puppy that makes you go feral. Minju forces Tzuyu on her knees, right in front of your shaft and immediately, the hungry puppy takes your tip into her mouth. You groan and Minju hisses:

“Bad Tzuyu! Where are your manners?”

“M-Minju—fuck, I don’t care. I’m gonna fill her throat up so good,” you moan. The movements of that tongue of hers alone can make you melt, lose your mind or quiver in arousal, but you decide to move on your own. Hip thrusts, slow and cautious at first to not hit her teeth or hurt her, but she seems to know how to handle it. Before boredom can settle in her wide, glistening eyes, you use her long, brown hair as handles for your ride to pleasure. And it’s going to be a wild ride.

Fierce, rough, hateful, overpowering, degrading. An outsider would use these words to evaluate your treatment of the puckered opening that is Tzuyu’s mouth and the tight pipe that is her throat. Her nose meets your pelvis constantly, just like her violent gags meeting your ears. Her lips kiss the base of your cock repeatedly, just like your tip kissing the back of her throat.

Minju is not an idle bystander to the unholy fucking you give Tzuyu beautiful face. Again, she uses one hand to touch between two legs—but this time, it’s her clit she is stimulating. Stifled moans never break her smile, though eagerness and the zest of being part of the action are apparent in her features.

Suddenly, the Angel adds to your experience of degrading the choking, crying Tzuyu—her make-up is a bigger mess than your overstimulated brain. Minju grabs the bulge your cock imprints in Tzuyu throat and puts pressure on it. The further stimulation by her slender fingers makes you groan in pitches deeper than the Marians Trench and Tzuyu might just suffocate from you deepthroating her without stopping.

Pull away in mercy and she sucks in air and smells. Of sweat, of pre-cum, of juice—Minju definitely came while playing with her clit, yet she is totally unfazed. You are not going to last much longer. Maybe if you close your eyes and not focus on either her messy face of tears or Minju’s fear of lust. Maybe if you avert your mind and not focus on the overwhelmingly great feeling of her upper orifice. Maybe if you just—

I does not matter to you anymore. What is lasting long compared to filling her fucking perfect mouth with tons of your white cream, making her choke on it, seeing her gag it all up, feeling her pinch your thighs in fear as she lacks oxygen?

“M-Minju, get u-under her. C-Catch the—shit, fuck—stuff sh-she can’t handle.”

“You underestimate her. She can take a lot, haha. Minju would know that.”

Minju’s actions stand in a stark contrast to her squirmed word. She crawls between your legs and watches the finale from underneath, as your big balls hit Tzuyu’s chin just a couple of times more.

Warm, tight, and perfect for fucking. This is your final evaluation. Then you burst, the inevitable orgasm clouding your mind. Force what feels like liters into her and the puppy swallows and swallows and swallows and…

To Minju’s audible surprise, Tzuyu is not able to take all of your load. You pull out of her mouth and the smaller girls quickly catches every droplet of cum that would have fallen to the ground. Then she licks Tzuyu chin clean and claims some of your cum in a fierce battle of tongues. Granted, Tzuyu does not have a lot of fight in her.

The tall Puppy drops to the ground. You sigh in relief, seeing her cough and breathe, although it must be hard for her. Your guilty look finds Minju who climbs on the bed, typing on the flip-phone while laying on her back, not really paying attention to you.

“W-Was that okay? Fuck, I never heard a word from her and now she is like… passed out?”

“Yeah, you did a great job! After she recovers, she will shower you in praises with her hoarse voice and you can bet she will come over a lot of times.”

“R-Really? That sounds too good to be true. All of this is ridiculous. And why do you know that?”

Minju removes her phone and let’s her head hang from the bed. From this angle, the angel can only see you upside down. With a loving sigh she answers you:

“Because we have done this a lot of times: Only us two, sometimes with a guy, sometimes with multiple guys. This app isn’t just for you. Usually, there would be a lot of commotion. But for some reason, it’s been rather quite recently. So you are basically the main attraction.”

Minju’s words wander in your head. The realization is more and more secure in your mind—just as the image of Tzuyu and Minju getting throat fucked by two guys. It makes you hard, seeing Minju with a playful pout in a perfect position to do that to her. The girl—of course, with her constant focus on your cock—notices the twitch and seductively squeezes her breasts.

“Stick your cock in Minju’s slutty face. Watch the outline of it in Minju’s throat. And if you squeeze these right here, Minju will cum a lot for you. Pretty please?”

She does not need the aegyo to make you align your large cock with her sweaty, pretty face. But before you fuck away, she opens her lips to speak again.

“Oh, by the way: Is it a problem, when another one comes through your front door?”

You laugh with a hint of concern:

“Shut up, you needy slut. I’ll empty myself inside your belly and your new friend can carry you home.”

And so, your relentless fucking of Minju’s mouth starts. Admiring the front of her body was not possible during your prone bone, but now you can drool over her jugs, her abs and her jiggly thighs that hypnotize you and distract a little from her cute pink pussy. It’s soaking, a similar wetness to her stuffed mouth.

You use the same power, the same ferociousness with Minju as you did with Tzuyu, and it evokes the same reaction: Gags, tears, and your cock deepthroating her. Not for long, but a lot of times. Some kind of reflex or contraction makes reaching her depths more rewarding, but also very difficult.

“Did this slut here learn—damn—how to tighten her throat?”

Minju’s answer is impossible to notice—granted, she has a huge obstruction inside her throat. You at least should have noticed, however, how your door got opened once again…

Phone: Angel of Infinity +2

Male Reader x Kim Minju, Wang Yiren

Length: 1763 words

Tags: anal, full nelson, stand-and-carry, rough, various forms of oral, squirting, talkative!Yiren, cumdump!Minju

TW: QUICKIE. UNEDITED

(A/N: Tumblr deleted the ask, I hope the person who send this will still see this. If I drown in Minju, you all shall as well!)

„Hello, hello. Minmin, my cute little angel, where are you? Is it okay that I just walked into the front door and—oh, hello there!”

With an annoyed eye-roll you stop the movement of your hips, ending the deep thrusting into Minju’s mouth. Her whines and hums on your cock keep you hard, as does the general warmth and the dancing of her tongue. At first you thought you would hate having to stop something this fun, but Minju does a great job of keeping you stimulated.

You might just cum from this sensation alone, so a quick spin of your head to actually see the intruder should distract you. A large, brown overcoat covers the small frame of a black-haired girl, only her adorable head sticking out at the top. Her lovely, naïve sounding voice from before now is a lot more sultry, but neither shocked nor slower:

“You two seem to have a lot of fun. That is so you, Minmin: always having a cock in you while a friend talks to you. Do you mind if we share him? I really want something in me, and he looks reall—Oh my Gosh!”

Her speedy onslaught of words is interrupted when your cock pops out from between Minju’s lips and stands proudly in its full length, glistening with spit. With a satisfied grin and almost fully closed eyes—maybe she is completely drunk on your dick, who knows—she gracefully gets up from the bed and moves to her friend, wide hips swaying side to side.

“I think I know what you are wearing. Don’t you want to show Minju’s new fuck daddy?” the naked woman says while leaning in for a passionate kiss, making the new guest flush for the first time. Now, she is speaking slowly, while unbuttoning the coat that brushes the ground.

“Of course, Minmin. Hello, daddy. My name is Yiren, and I would like to cum violently on your monster cock. Please fill me up! I hope you like my outfit.”

The coat drops like a curtain, revealing to you a black-leather one piece, the shape of a swimsuit, with black, knee-high boots. Her pale thighs and left arm are all that is exposed of her skin, but it looks flawless and smooth. You can’t wait to dig your fingers into it—and so you don’t wait.

While you rub your fingers one by one across Yiren’s small, yet soft thighs, Minju yanks Yiren’s black ponytail backwards roughly and relentlessly nibbles at her friends jaw, eliciting girlish moans. Yiren, her eyes closed at the all the sensations happening at her body, starts to whimper as her hand digs into your back, pulling you closer.

“Minmin, please, share your new fuck daddy with me!”

“Minju had to share him already today. Maybe Minju should hog him all to herself, huh?”

Suddenly, your cock touches the black fabric at Yiren’s crotch. You expected it to be cold from the fresh winter air outside, but it is actually warm from the juices behind it. Yiren’s hand reaches down and all you hear—while she licks at your chest like it’s her favorite popsicle—is a zipper being opened.

“Daddy, please: Use one of my two holes. Use them hard, rough, without mercy! Fuck, I need it!”

The tears of desperation are not yet in the physical world, but you can definitely feel them already. Yiren’s voice and her excessive use of words finally makes you crave her whole being. Just a quick turn around and shove at her back, and she is bend over before you.

The opened zipper perfectly exposes her pink, dripping pussy, as well as her petite, pretty ass-cheeks. Minju goes on her knees and spreads those creamy cheeks to show you what’s in between: A red-diamond butt-plug. And definitely not a small one.

“Look daddy! Isn’t this cute? Yiren likes rough butt-sex, so you better give it to her, before she cries,” Minju laughs and rubs her upper cheek on Yiren’s lower cheek, doing aegyo.

Having heard enough words, you take the diamond in your hand and slowly twist and pull at it. Gradually, Yiren’s anal cavity grips it less ferociously and you groan in excitement when it is finally removed. Drop the toy on the ground and line yourself up with the warm hole, already filled with lube. Shallow breaths for both of you two relax—then the long-awaited penetration.

“Daddy, yes! Give it all to m—”

There is no explanation for the following. Animalistic instinct, or something like that, but no one knows. You grab Yiren’s miniscule, jiggly thighs and pull her from the bend-over position to a full nelson, impaling your entire enormous length in her asshole. Her light body pressing and compressing down on your cock feels like the definition of ecstasy; and becomes her ecstasy when you move her up and down.

Shrieks, incoherent mumbling, breathless moans, spastic trembling and multiple gushes of juice are all that’s left of the adorable, talkative Yiren, as you use her the way she recommended. Just a fleshlight you move up and down your cock. A fun-sized woman, with widespread legs. The boots still on them are like a cherry on top, as well as the leather on her torso.

Minju’s eyes show you how jealous she is. She want’s to be in this position so badly, having your cock deep in her asshole, while cumming non-stop from the pleasure. Her lips find Yiren’s—mouth lips on pussy lips, to be specific. You only hear the slurps and feel Yiren get even tighter around you, her puckered hole now trying to tear off your cock.

But nothing can make you stop fucking Yiren now. It’s just too much fun, seeing her in constant overstimulation, one orgasm following the next, thus making her relax and contract in waves of pleasure for your cock. The unique texture of her petite insides make every trip from tip to base a roller coaster ride of pure bliss.

It all comes to a rapid climax when not one, but two mouths suck at your massive balls. You did not notice Tzuyu waking up again, positioned between your parted legs and Minju moving further down from Yiren’s pink cunt—and when they both meet and use their luscious lips to stimulate you further, you drop Yiren one last time and cum deep inside her back entrance.

The unexpected hit of warmth makes her speak again—or at least attempt it:

“F-Fuck, cum! Cream, white, fuck! So much, hot, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming! Oh Gosh, more, dripping. W-White cum for the w-white dragon. Fuck! Fuck me!”

This is it. If it is possible to die of having too many orgasms in a short amount of time, your chances of survival plummet significantly with this large burst. You slowly drop yourself and the tiny, quivering woman in your arms to the empty bed. Although it’s still hard, your cock hurts from all the fucking, sucking and cumming.

Tzuyu rises from the ground, a soft smile on her messy face. With utmost care she pulls Yiren away from you and tugs the shorter, stumbling girl in a blanket, your sperm coming out of her back hole, staining it. Like you would care. Two gorgeous, satisfied angels lying next to you; every man would envy you, kill you for the right to be with them for a night. Good thing you got the phone.

But before you can join them in their cuddles and adventures to dreamland, the one who calls herself @Angel climbs on top of you, pressing her juices and sweat onto you.

“Minju is proud of you. You satisfied both the Puppy and the White Dragon.”

“And how about the Angel?” you ask jokingly, stroking her hair as she rest on your chest. It heaves up and down and so does Minju’s ass. The seductive wiggle makes your mind dizzy, but no way you find the strength to fuck again. Not today, hell, maybe not this week.

“Minju Angel is a cumdump. Minju is never satisfied.”

“A-Are you serious? How many times did you cum today?”

“Seventeen times.”

You grab her chin in disbelief, staring into her dark brown eyes. Lust, sadness, longing, you see in them. She is not lying, but how the fuck does she function as a human being, in society, in real-life?

“C-Can y-you make it 21, please? For Minju?”

Her aegyo again. Her fucking aegyo. It starts a blur that you will probably regret later on. But later is not now, so you drag Minju roughly off the mattress and carry her to a wall. Your hard cock, throbbing in pain, slips into her puckered hole easily—wait, what?

“Where did you get the lube from?”

“Yiren had it in her pocket. Minju s-stole it.”

You pound her into the wall, eliciting a loud scream of shock and arousal from her pursed lips.

“Minju likes to be punished, huh? How about this as a punishment?”

Two fingers rub a nipple between them, while two others do the same to her hard clit. Wetness covers your fingers immediately, her first orgasm came quick, and you are glad, because fucking her asshole is more painful work than it is amazing sex.

Minju’s hole keeps you hard, Minju’s body keeps you exited, Minju’s moans keep you sane. Or maybe it is the opposite. No more maybes for today, when you pull her up and carry her on your cock and hands. Juices of orgasms spray the floor and carpets, the smell of sex will never leave this room.

“M-Minju cumdump h-has 20.”

“Let’s fucking finish it. I might even cum one more time, j-just for you and your stupid butthole.”

“Yes! Let’s cum together. Please, for Minju? Give her your baby batter?”

This is too much. You can’t take her anymore. Heavy thrusts as you lower her to her feet and fuck her above the faces of her friends. Tzuyu and Yiren wake up from the loud noise of her euphoric screams and your agony filled groans, when Minju squirts liters on to their faces and bodies. A whole fucking shower erupts from her pussy, made more chaotic by her furious rubs of the pink lips.

With a last, tiny spurt of cum on her ass, or in her ass—you have no clue—you collapse and fall into abyss. At least you died fucking the three most stunning, gorgeous and feral women on this planet.

Wait, are they even from this planet?

A Collection for a Special Date: Part I

Male Reader x Kim Minju

Length: 1115 words

Tags: pile driver, daddy kink, birthday sex, hard sex, sub!Minju

TW: QUICKIE. UNEDITED.

(A/N: Happy Minju Day! This will probably the Part that most people will enjoy, so it will be released at 00:00 KST. I salute everyone who finishes all three parts evil smirk)

“Yes, my baby girl?”

“Daddy…”

Minju fidgets in her seat next to you. Her trembling hand makes the fork she is still holding onto vibrate. For her birthday, you prepared a delicious meal, only the best meat, potatoes, soup, kimchi sit on the table. Minju is your girlfriend after all, the most beautiful, kind-hearted girlfriend, one can wish for… although, of course, the word ‘Daddy’ implies that something different is going on now.

“C-Can Daddy like… t-take… me—I don’t know how to say this.”

A couple of weeks ago, you would have shifted your chair next to hers, hugged her tightly, maybe gave her a peck to calm her down; she is obviously struggling after all. Every part of her impeccable frame falls victim to the fear, embarrassment or whatever causes her shaking.

But after both of you had a very, very deep talk, things have changed. Minju calls you Daddy, and you call her baby girl. When you two are alone, she acts helpless and submissive, while you are stoic and dominant. It’s what she loves and it’s what you love. And part of this game is your seemingly harsh reaction to her stutter.

“Baby girl, you got to talk to me like a normal human, if you want an answer. Don’t you dare believe, I would make every of your wishes come true, while you just mumble incoherently!”

The final shout breaks something in you. Something tells you that you should never, ever treat a girl, let alone your girlfriend like this. The excitement, however, and knowing how aroused she feels, give you confidence to push through.

When you stand up from your chair, a dismissive gaze resting on the empty plate before you, Minju’s panic grows significantly.

“I-I’m sorry daddy! I’ll try again, o-okay? I’ll be a good baby girl, I promise!”

Each of your steps towards her is drawn out and powerful. It makes her quiver just a little more. Minju should know her place, which is of course below her daddy. You finally reach her and reach for her chin. Grab and squeeze it, not too roughly, though. This is not about punishment after all. It’s about showing control.

“Then try again, baby girl. What did you try to say?”

An audible gulp. The brunette beauty braces herself for another wave of whatever torments her right now. Beneath whatever it may be, there is a deep, unquenched lust. You see it sparkling in her eyes and feel it in her heavy breath.

Finally, Minju leaps up, moving towards one of the couches. While slowly removing her tight jeans from her jiggly, fat thighs, she tries her best to keep her composure—a moan still slips out.

“C-Can Daddy please, please, f-fill me u-up in t-this—ahhh—position? Please, Daddy?”

To your disbelief, Minju basically dives into the carpet, her eyes never leaving yours, as she rests in a perfect pile-driver. Although her gorgeous upper body is still covered by a black piece of clothing, her ass, thighs and exposed fuck hole—all higher up than her flushed head—make you go feral.

Without an answer, you immediately climb onto the couch and in between her legs. Minju uses her hand to bend them backwards more, effectively showing off her completely shaved, soaking pussy to you. The only thing stopping you from tearing off your trousers and plowing her into the soft, white carpet floor is a sudden urge to tease.

Two fingers find their way into the wet opening, as you groan playfully: “My baby girl: Your request for Daddy was not enough, it sounds stupid with your stutter.”

Minju struggles to keep her moans under control just with your two skillful fingers twisting inside her. How in the world should she be able to fulfill your order? Well, your baby girl has some surprises for you…

“Please, Daddy! Give me a birthday-pile-drive! Fuck me into the ground, please! I need your cock, only your cock. Please, Daddy! I love you!”

Your trousers don’t survive another second, as you annihilate them with sheer hands like an animal does to its prey. And like an animal, you ram your cock into the fertile woman below you, making her thighs ripple and her tongue fall out.

Minju turns into an unrecognizable mess instantaneously—but she definitely is a happy mess. Her orgasms are going to be harder, quicker and better than ever before, as you kiss her cervix with your length. It is certain, it is predictable, yet still insanely exciting. Each unique part of her velvety insides is well-known to you, but from this new angle—plunging in and out from above—it feels more intense than you could have dreamed of.

Your Daddy-persona gets a slight crack. Hums and groans of pleasure leave your lips unintentionally at the tightness you penetrate faster and faster. Your fingers grope at her flawless, smooth skin, so hard in fact that red marks will later remain on her legs and ass. Tiny beads of sweat form on the pale perfection and you can’t help but slap at the moist lair.

“Daddy, harder, please!”

What was that? You already pound her at a neck breaking pace, with the power of a hundred horses, yet she still asks for more? Minju leaves you no other choice than to go beyond every single one of your barriers. No more restraints, just a full-on fucking of her delicious cunt.

With small hops you use the seemingly insurmountable force of gravity to fulfill her plea. A thumb circling her clit also helps in pleasuring out the rest of her mind—and yours as well. While skillfully teasing her G-spot, you feel your end cumming. The cream in your balls is ready to fire into her.

But without any warning, Minju’s shrill, lustful screams fill the room—as does her slick, warm Minjuice. The climax makes her rigid and almost fall over to the side if it wasn’t for your cock holding her down and ejaculating violently into the scorching heat of her convulsing walls. Your satisfied sigh is inaudible because of all the other, way louder sounds of skin slapping and girl moaning, but why should you care.

You pull your hard cock out and the final rope of your load lands on Minju’s delicious thighs, marking them white over red—the imprint of your dick layering over the imprint of your hand. Minju’s angelic face is pure… pure satisfied lust, as she grins through her pants.

“Thank you, my Daddy. I love you so fucking much!”

“I love you two, baby girl. My Minju.”

What a way to love her…

Carry a Stranger

Male Reader x Choi Yoojung

Length: 1771 words

Tags: stand-and-carry, pick up, full nelson, lot’s of squirting, size kink, horny!Yoojung, muscular!You

TW: QUICKIE; UNEDITED

Inspiration: I have no clue, probably @sinswithpleasure and @banananutsmuthie lmao

“Hey, you look strong as fuck.”

Irritated by the sudden voice behind you, you spin around. A dark empty street fills most of your view. Only the top of a head with brown hair, hiding a forehead underneath bangs, is visible from the girl that talked to you.

“Oh, I didn’t see you at first, tiny one. You need help opening a pickle jar or something?”

What a rude way to react to such a compliment. She pouts, staring up to you with annoyance. Unsure if it is just played or if she is really hurt you back off a step and lower your head.

“I’m sorry, I—”

“Hey, you ass! Don’t go around apologizing, I’m more than used to it, hehe. I know I look small and light… but that is actually quite awesome in some cases.”

“Oh really? Well, good for you then.”

With a polite smile you turn back around, facing the bright lights of the building you wanted to enter before being interrupted. It’s a new, very popular club, affordable yet neat. At least that is what your friends told you.

But if you are honest to yourself, you had no idea why you actually decided to visit it. There is no clear goal for you, no real reason to party and not enough money to drink fine liquor. And if you want to pick up a girl for some fun, you can just visit one of the clubs you already know inside out.

“They look pretty big, damn.”

Again, you turn around and find the same, small brunette girl ogling your arms, especially your well-trained biceps. Flex it a little and she puts on a cocky, lewd-looking smirk.

“Thank you. I trained a lot for that.”

“Can I touch them?”

“Sure.”

You have to contain your laughter as she gets on her toes to reach your muscles. Her tiny hands squeeze and grab at the fabric of your shirt, before she confidently pulls it up and feels the actual, bare skin. To your surprise, her palms are warm and slightly covered in sweat. 

It’s like she is falling into a trance while digging her fingers into the biceps and kneading it. You look at her in amused confusion, but she doesn’t stop. 

“Hey, are you finished? Is it really that interesting?”

“My God! I bet you could just… pick me up and throw me around.”

You look at the amazed face, feeling confused and somewhat abashed. It takes a couple of moments for the stranger to realize that what she does is weird to say the least. She pulls back her hands.

“Damn, sorry. They are very impressive. My name is Yoojung by the way.”

“So, Yoojung, I guess you like muscles? Or what was all of that about?”

Yoojung avoids your eyes, probably trying to not show you the blush forming on her cute face, but she fails completely. Her thighs rub together and you swear you see small droplets run down her creamy skin. 

“I really, really like strong men that are taller than me. Like: really, really.”

A smirk forms on your face. Yoojung’s hints and intentions are now more than obvious to you, but decide to play dumb just for some fun.

“Hm. And what do you like about them?”

“Th-They just look s-so… sexy and strong. Perfect for… picking things up a-and throwing them around.”

Blushing and pouting suits Yoojung’s cute face. You could continue your teases but with genuine excitement running through your veins and her eagerness not fading, you go into full attack mode.

“So you want me to throw you around?”

“Uhm… y-yeah.”

“Tear off your clothes and manhandle you?”

“Uhhh…”

“Or what do you want?”

Yoojung shivers throughout her body. Her small, sweaty hands open and close frantically, while her legs rub at each other faster and faster. She is either shocked and frightened or overwhelmed and excited.

If this was a round of roulette, you’d bet on the latter and go all in. At least your now growing cock would.

“I… I… arg, fuck it! I want you to fucking use my hole with your cock, while carrying my slutty ass!”

That was almost a shout. Some people definitely picked that up–so you quickly pick Yoojung up. Her tiny body is even lighter than you expected and when you throw her over your shoulder, a cute yelp is forced from her lips.

“Let’s go then, you slut.”

#

In a secluded part of town, there is an abandoned house. It’s probably older than the Statue of Liberty, but that also means that no one officially claims it. So one day you put a mattress in it and the rest is history. Yoojung isn’t the first to get fucked here.

Through the unlocked door you march, one arm wrapped around Yoojung’s waist. Ever since you switched positions, she can’t help but suck on your skin and drool all over your muscles and lips. It is now your turn to be proactive.

Throw Yoojung on the mattress and immediately hike up her dress. It’s pretty and all but you much rather have it on the floor. Just like her shoes, her bra, her panties. Only her short stockings remain.

“What about those?” she asks, breathing heavily as you get rid of your pants.

“I don’t care. Come here!”

Your cock springs free from its confinement and Yoojung gasps–and then she gasps again when you hook your arms under her knees and pull her up.

Her exposed, dripping pussy hovers above your cock and although you are on eye-level with her, she only stares downwards.

“Oh my God, please put it in! Please break me!”

With an annoyed growl, you let her slide down and impale her small frame on the throbbing rod. Yoojung starts to scream in pleasure. It seems like gallons of squirt shoot out of her and run down your legs. What a waste of nectar!

“Did you just cum?” you ask, half amused, half surprised at how desperately she must have wanted this.

“Pl-Please j-just… f-fuck me.”

You oblige instantly by using her as a fleshlight that you hold steady with both hands while thrusting your hips upwards. Excessive lubrication enables you to go excessively fast. The only resistance is the tightness of her pussy, which even beats out her amazing warmth.

Yoojung’s arms rest on your shoulders. Maybe they once tried to wrap themselves around your nape, but she has given up once you actually started. Her loud moans and screams make you pat yourself on the back for going here and not to your apartment. Your roommates would have been rather annoyed.

“So-So good! Please, don’t stop!”

Yoojung throws her head back, her words directed at you as she watches the ceiling. You on the other hand look at her chest, where her small, yet cute breasts bounce in perfect rhythm to your thrusts. Beads of sweat run down the curvature and further down her astonishing belly. If it weren’t for you giving her a hard fucking, you’d lick all over her body.

Suddenly, her walls tremble and then squeeze as if to keep you seated in permanently. Yet another orgasm crashed onto her body. You know that it is a wave of pleasure for her, making her mind blank with lust-filled, unbridled joy, you just feel a wave of girl cum spraying onto your crotch and running down your legs yet again. 

That is two orgasms for Yoojung, while you were not even close to your first one. Though it fills you with pride to be able to make this pretty girl feel so good, you decide to experiment with her even more. 

Still dazed by what your cock has done to her sex, Yoojung does not react when you place her onto her knees onto the mattress. She does react when you pick her back up and press her back tightly to your chest. Your hands lift her legs up the ground and even higher, until she is in a full-nelson-position.

“Wh-What!? Oh my—fuck! Yes, fuck me! Fill my pussy up!”

Your dick glides in easily, but before you fulfill her wish, you waddle towards one of the almost broken windows and point Yoojung’s most private taste at it. If there was someone walking the street and would turn to look at this worn-down building, they would have a great view.

Of course, years of not being cleaned left the glass panels the of window dusty. Luckily, you got a useful cleaning device on your cock. And with how easy it sprays, you make quick work of setting her off. 

Yet again, you thrust up into Yoojung’s incredibly hot, tiny frame. In the reflection of the window, you see how her eyes roll into the back of her head instantly and how her mouth just hangs open. You yourself can’t help and gasp at the visual and feeling of this insane position.

As your cock rubs along her walls, you feel your head-head get lost in pleasure and your cock-head go deeper into her, touching every inch of her breedable insides. You finally add your own groans to her high-pitched moans and feel an orgasm build up. 

Each thrust feels insane. What a lucky bastard you are: having girls simp for your muscles isn’t something new, but it’s rare for things to develop that quickly and that kinky. It’s so rare that you find yourself in prideful awe, especially when Yoojung stammers her next words:

“S-So close! F-Fuck m-me… so-so g-good!”

You are close too, which urges you to continue with even faster harder pumps, making Yoojung’s pussy red and redder and your mind blank and blanker. Amplified by a short scream is another, fire-hydrant-like explosion of squirt–this time at the window. 

Only seconds later, you feel your own climax building up and while Yoojung still sprays and cleans the window with her lewd juices, you pull out and stain the glass again, spurt after spurt, and it all slowly runs down. Truly, one of the oddest things you have ever seen. 

With the rest of strength in your arms, you throw the small Yoojung onto the mattress and watch her giggle, while she tries to catch her breath. Her thighs are completely wet, just like yours and you feel every bit tension leaving them as you flop next to her. 

“Th-Thanks for the hard work! That was absurd, awesome, crazy.”

“You’re the crazy one. Do you always squirt that much?”

“Only with you~”

And suddenly, your half-hard cock disappears in her mouth. 

Revelation in a Shower

Male Reader x Park Chaewon (Gowon)

Length: 2874 words

Tags: shower sex, first time, clothed sex, clit play, blowjob, PRAISE KINK, hesitant/awkward/cute, virgin!Gowon, confident!Reader

Inspiration: Flare’s idea and the Gowon pic by @kaedewrites​

Credit: Flare and @kaedewrites​

(A/N: LMAO this is so random but I got my first Gowon piece before Kaede. I never really expected to write a solo piece for her but it was a fun write/ride. Is she mine now?)

“Motherfu-”

The sight of Haseul leaning against the doorframe cuts you off, her fierce gaze pierces through your eyes unexpectedly.

“Language, kiddo.”

“Right, sorry,” you take the split-second chance to regain your posture and manners. “What do you need from me, Noona?”

“Well, most of the members will be either going out to spend ‘lonely’ time or going out on dates with each other,” Haseul says as you inspect her revealing attire closely.

“F-Fuck, Noona! Uhm, where are y-”

A slipper, seemingly out of nowhere, flies towards you. Unable to dodge, it hits the side of your chest, making you yelp—more in surprise than pain. Haseul moves out of the doorframe, closer to you and grabs your shoulder. Again, her fierce gaze.

“I told you already: language.” You rub the spot where her slipper landed and nod at her words apologetically, she sighs, “I need you to take good care of Gowon, since she won’t be following us out.”

“Wait, why me Noona? Don’t you have Hyejoo or anyone older to take care of her?”

Your retort falls on deaf ears, as Haseul pushes you back into the rest of your gaming chair. From the corner of your eye, you see that your game is fully loaded. Only the press of a button is now necessary.

“Stop asking questions and do it! You’re at home and free anyways, so just do it.”

“Alright, alright… bring her to my room then.”

Haseul looks at your game with an angry expression—and with a quick reach of her arm, she turns the PC off. You slam down on your table, just to get smacked straight away. It’s no use fighting Haseul if she really wants something.

"Take. Care. Of. Gowon. Got it?” she ‘informs’ you, proving her dominance to you once more. Compared to her you are nothing but an obedient puppy, who nods in annoyed silence at this forced task. Haseul’s frowned face turns to a smile, before she leaves wordlessly.

A couple of minutes go by in which you boot-up your PC again, while waiting for Gowon. Much to your annoyance there is an issue with the Wi-Fi, no connection for some reason. It would not be the first time that someone turned off the router and removed a couple of important cords. That damn Haseul!

“H-Hello, Oppa. N-nice to see you… ”

Startled by Gowon’s tiny voice from behind you, you almost fall off the chair. How can something so small and adorable be such a jump-scare? It does not help your mood what-so-ever, yet you try to compose yourself and not release your pent up fury onto Gowon.

“Hi, Gowon. Look, stay here for me, alright? Oppa is gonna go take a shower.”

A confused, cute look on Gowon’s face eases your heart a little and with a pat on her head you leave your room to take the announced shower—something that is necessary, both from a physical and mental standpoint. It’s not that you don’t like Gowon or spending time with her or would rather game all night.

It’s actually the complete opposite. You like Gowon too much. Spending time with her makes your head spin and turn to a tomato, and when gaming with her, you will lose intentionally—and she might notice. These feelings and potential problems are the reason for your whining towards Haseul and why you flee into the bathroom the second she walks in.

You still did not act quick enough. The pace at which your heart beats increases drastically, beads of sweat form and grace your forehead, and most significantly: your cock shows its massive outline through your sweatpants. Did Gowon notice?

It does not help that your mind falls back to her current outfit: a long sleeve crop-top, made of purple wool, as well as hot-pants, made of blue denim. These two articles fit her perfectly and although they cover her most private parts, they fail to hide something you could drool over forever: a toned midriff and shapely legs.

The thought of having your length parked in between her thighs, feeling the heat of her sex and juices on top of it, while gently thrusting and creating tiny moans makes you feel ashamed usually. But not now. Now you are alone, now you are feral.

Remove your clothing, close the shower curtain, turn on the water. Warm jets of water wash away your sweat, clean your hair and skin, but all you feel is your hand stroking up and down your cock. Oh, what would you give for Gowon to put her warmth around you. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, her thigh gap—just something to put your dick into.

For today, the wetness of the water will have to suffice, your imagination works overtime to play vivid images of Gowon’s nude body before your closed eyes, while your hand does the deed. Lust drowns out everything else, only Gowon matters. Only Gowon.

A deep groan leaves your lips.

A gasp is what you get as an answer.

Wait, what!?

“Who the fuck!?”

You pull aside the curtain to peek out at who responded to your passionate sound. Of course it’s her. Everyone else is out of the house, except for her. With hands on her mouth, covering what you assume are lips in the shape of an O, she just stands there right before your bare self. The bathroom door is wide open, you probably forgot to lock it. Still, who walks into someone taking a shower, especially if they know it and it’s blatantly ob—

“Gowon—”

“I-I’m s-so sorry, O-Oppa, I—”

“Get in here!”

You feel the soft wool of Gowon’s crop-top, as you grab her wrist and yank her through the curtains. An action so confusing, so random, so quick, it even surprises yourself. Where is the embarrassment, the call for privacy, the will to hide your dangling cock? Nowhere to be found. Instead you pin Gowon to one of the tiled walls and watch her clothes get dark and drenched.

“O-Oppa, wha—”

“Gowon… why did you walk in on me?”

“Huh? Be-Because I…”

She pauses. Her big, round orbs are unable to focus on yours anymore, and so her gaze falls down to where your erect cock almost pokes her. A surprised gasp leaves her lips and when you pull her chin back up, she turns to a blushing mess.

“Because you what?”

“Be-Because I… I wan—ah, Oppa! You lo-look so b-big!”

Gowon puts a trembling hand around your shaft, then another. You gasp at the sudden touch and blink repeatedly. It’s happening. Today, now, at this exact moment. The one girl you want to do this is actually doing it. She looks gorgeous, as water streams down her face, hair and clothing.

Slow strokes by soft hands make you groan and throw your head back. The once highly active imagination is thrown out of the window at this improbable, but very real scenario. She might be a lot sloppier and hesitant than you pictured her to be, but her fascinated way of playing with your cock is beyond incredible.

“O-Oppa, am I… is it good?”

“Fuck yes, Gowon! Please don’t stop.”

“O-Okay,”

The girl of your dreams continues. You in the meantime caress her skin, her cheeks, even her soaked top. The small breasts underneath it entice you, though you can only feel the outline of them. What you can feel in all its glory however is her tummy. Muscles, not too dominant but definitely an amazing feel for your digits as they slide all over them.

Gowon mostly looks down to your cock as she works on it. Up and down, with no rhythm but definitely increased speed and an increase in your heart rate. It does not help when she looks back up to you, drooling lips, unfocused eyes and pink all over. The next step.

“Gowon… I want more.”

“Hu-Huh? Wh-What do you wa-want?”

You lean down to whisper into her ear. She moans and these words:

“I want to be one with you. Have sex with you, here and now.”

A singular hum and a second later, you have the hem of her hotpants in between your digits and slide the denim down the same way the droplets of water go—along her thighs, over her feet and off somewhere. What remains to hide her folds are adorable pink panties, drenched of course—but in more than just one liquid.

You put your face on it and take a deep sniff, also poking her with your nose on accident. It makes her mewl in tiny. Her hands awkwardly play with her top or hair, hesitant to touch you. But a puff onto her pussy changes that almost instantly: her fingers bury themselves into your strands, urging you to continue your stimulation.

You will do that in a different way.

“Gowon, “ you whisper, barely audible through the downpour of water, “I love you. I will pull it down, okay?”

It looks more beautiful than in every single one of your wet dreams: shaven, pink, small folds, small clit. If you had pockets, you would confiscate the panties as a souvenir. No time for dumb trifiles, you remind yourself by pecking Gowon’s cheek and placing your cock at her entrance. A panicked whine and two palms pressing against your chest make you stop your advances and exhale in scared tension.

“O-Oppa, I…”

“It’s okay. I love you, no need to rush things. We can—”

“No, Oppa.” Gowon’s lips touch yours, as she initiates your first make-out session with the younger, angelic girl. “I want yo-you. It’s just… I… I never had sex before. All this… it’s all so fast a-and new—but I love it.”

Her tangent gets interrupted by you putting an arm around her nape. A tight embrace without your cock getting forced onto her. Every word she spoke is true; you feel it. So what better way to proceed than by asking her directly.

“I see. Sorry for rushing all of this and—you know—pulling you into a shower.”

The two of you chuckle lightly, then you proceed: “What do you want to do now, my Gowon? I’m okay with anything, as long as you enjoy it.”

Gowon leans in closer and you feel your cock almost touch the dripping heat of her sex. Moments of pent up confidence and probably also gushing arousal get released in a wave of words that make your eyes grow in thrill:

“Call me your good girl, your baby! Take my virginity, make me yours! I’m your one and only, please!”

Grab her ass and guide your throbbing cock into her pussy. No further sign of acceptance is necessary. You hear her yelp as you slide in halfway. The water pouring from above is not even in the slightest comparable to the wetness of her insides. But small, pinching hands make you pause your rush.

“T-Too fast.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. Should I—”

“No! J-Just s-slowly.”

Gowon’s flustered face is adorable. Her pouty lips, the tremble in her eyes, that sticky hair everywhere. Gently, you caress it all, from the rouge of her cheeks to the paleness of her temple. It’s like you’re pressing the right buttons: her breaths easen, her body less tense. You continue, slowly.

“You’re such a good girl, baby. Tell me, if it hurts.”

“N-No, I’m f-fine. S-So b-big though.”

“My pretty baby girl can handle it.”

“Hng, Oppa!”

The final inch—and it’s Gowon who forces it into her tight cavern.

“Baby—”

“O-Oppa, y-you’re inside m-me! F-Finally!”

“You—baby girl, you are so pretty. The best girl!”

Your lips crash onto her neck. An attack of licks, kisses and sucks starts, which evokes cries and moans from Gowon—not tiny however, but loud and passionate. Move further down, to her collarbone, and give it the same treatment. Lovemarks form in the rough outline of your lips.

“Pl-Please, Oppa!”

“Hm?”

“Plea-Please, just—I—”

“What is it, my baby?”

“I—want—m-move y-your d-d-d-d-dick, pl-please!”

You suppress a chuckle at Gowon’s needy, pleady, cutie features, but you see no reason to not oblige her. After all, your imagination worked hard for you to imagine the sensation of not only being inside Gowon’s tightness, but also pounding into it.

With both hands you guide her hips into position before slowly dragging your cock along her walls and out—and back in immediately after.

Gowon whimpers cutely, her eyes signaling you to continue however. Her arms on your shoulder might look relaxed to an outsider, but they are tense and her feet are unstable.

“Are you alright, baby? You are a good girl, even if we stop now.”

She shakes her head and moans when you finish your thrust:

“O-Oppa, I—I want to c-c-c-c-cum f-from y-you.”

“I—I don’t need to fuck you like this to make you cum, you know?”

“B-But… I want this to work out!”

Gowon is either on the verge of tears or really determined about this—whatever this actually means. You can see it in the orbs that made your heart melt oh-so long ago. With care you continue your slow fucking of her folds, while trying to come up with a solution to this hot, yet confusing predicament. Gowon does not look like she is in pain, but she is not getting nearly the same amount of pleasure as you. It’s obvious and it bothers you.

Maybe you need a helping hand.

“Gowon?”

“Y-Yes, O-Oppa?”

“I love you. You are the best girl, the prettiest, the cutest. I love—”

Your right hand around her waist keeps her in position, your left hand moves to her clit.

“—you!”

The moment your fingers make contact with the most sensitive part of her lower regions, Gowon screams in ecstasy. It’s like a barrier broke; the gigantic boulder in the canal where her pleasure flows explodes and she gets overwhelmed. Her hips move on their own, squeezing her crotch onto yours, making your movements faster. Nothing holds her back.

And nothing holds you back. The rope that tied you to this reality with all its pain, suffering and loneliness is cut off. You fall into Gowon, her personality, her orbs, her pussy—away from the burdensome rest. No need for forced, rapid movements. You just fuck her at a comfortable pace, deep and with passion. Even if someone could hear your loud, booming grunts, you wouldn’t care.

There is only Gowon, and the perfect world she brought to you.

“O-Oppa—ah!”

“Baby, I—”

“I love you, Oppa! Your hand—”

“I love you too, baby. Cum—I hope you cum.”

“A-Am I a g-good girl, Oppa?”

“Yes. My good girl, Gowon. My—”

A scream to put all screams to shame. Gowon’s climax makes her lower regions spasm uncontrollably, while her nails dig into your back and nape. The texture of her velvet walls feels even better on your cock now and you have to watch yourself to not accidentally bust inside her.

As her high subsides, Gowon’s head falls onto your chest. You decide to pull out and not risk overstimulating her. After all, the orgasm was quite powerful for her and only your arms held her upright. Even the light pressure coming from the showerhead might have pushed her over.

But Gowon does not leave your cock out in the open for long. She frees herself from your grip and gets on her knees. The tip of the still hard and throbbing shaft is suddenly on her lips and you hiss in surprise.

“Gowon, baby, you don’t have to.”

But Gowon does not listen to you. Her eyes tell you that she is not happy, not truly satisfied, when you don’t get to cum as well. She offers her virgin lips and mouth for your ultimate pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m close. Only a little baby—that’s good. Fuck!”

But Gowon does not stop at a little. She takes in half of your length, drags her tongue across the tubular surface and squeeze-strokes the rest of it. A lewd sucking sound, louder than the water continuously hitting the bottom of the shower, reaches your ears.

All of it to tip you over with only your tip, mark her mouth and throat white. White like the tiles around you, white like everything you see the moment you explode, white like—

—the snow on the night you fell in love with her.

“Baby. My God, so good.”

Gowon pops out your cock too early. The remaining spurts land on her chin, neck, and top. She never removed the purple garment, it’s thoroughly soaked. And now, more of your cream drips from her opened mouth onto it.

In a panic, she tries to swallow the rest of your cum, and contorts her face at the unknown taste. Her arms flail cutely, wiping whatever runs down from her features, but only making things worse.

“It’s okay, baby,” you chuckle at the small cutie, while turning off the waterfall, “we’ll remove it properly. I show you how.”

“O-Oppa…”

“Yes?”

“D-Did you l-like it?”

She is still hesitant, even after giving you pleasure and happiness like no one ever did before. It should be quite obvious now. For her, however, you’ll repeat it over and over and over again.

“I love you, Gowon.”

“Wha-!? Th-That d-does not a-answer my question! O-Oppa, stop!”

LOYAnaL

Male Reader x Kim Chaewon & Kim Minjeong

Length: 2272 words

Tags: ANAL, exhibitionist kink, voyeurism kink, degradation, self-degradation, bimbofication, reverse cowgirl, from behind, masturbation, anal creampie, girlfriend!Chaewon, whore!Winter

TW: QUICKIE; BARELY EDITED, also: voyeurism and exhibitionism, degradation

Inspiration: Kaede said “Chaewon and Winter threesome NAOW”. I’m a little late and a little off, hehe (also those pictures, HOLY)

(A/N: HEAVY BFH, because of Chaewon. Why is this only my second fic of hers??? This one is for you, @kaedewrites!)

“Fuck! Why are you so good at this?”

There are a multitude of answers you can give your girlfriend of two years for this. Something along the lines of ‘we do this almost everyday’ or 'natural, with the amount of time I’ve spent doing this’ for example.

Another choice might be referring to the size and shape of your dick, which fits like a plug into the sleeve that is Chaewon’s puckered hole. 'Cause this cock is perfect for you, baby’ maybe?

The basic response could still be the best however. Three words that every girl loves to hear from their lover; the four word version isn’t half bad either. Just a simple 'I love you, Chaewon.’ Add some kisses and she’ll surely melt like that ice cream you initially wanted to share. Well, her ass is a way better dessert anyway.

Fuck her harder while you still ponder which of the two options is better. It makes Chaewon’s pants finally fully fall to the ground, giving her knees freedom. You grunt as she uses this moment to shift side to side. The amount of friction this tiny movement makes is insane and you decide to reward her with an answer.

Hands on her white top, you feel her braless tits and nipples poke through the thin fabric. So needy, only the bare minimum of clothing was removed, just enough to plow her asshole relentlessly. Your chin rests on her shoulder, as you get ready to spill those four words—

Ding Dong

The fucking doorbell. Who the hell decides to ruin what could have been a perfect Tuesday night? You groan deeply, pushing your annoyance close to Chaewon’s ear and she moans as you give her another three, four, five frustrated thrusts.

“Pull your pants up, just in case. I’ll try to chase that fucker away.”

Chaewon whines as you pull out of her. The light pink blush on her face, you don’t want it to fade, so you give her a peck on those rosy cheeks. Hasty hands fix your shirt, hair, pants—well your erection is hard to hide, but whatever. Not like you will open the door fully anyway.

“Hello, who is there? I’m busy.”

You don’t even peek through that tiny gap in the door. To your surprise, a whiny, yet somewhat determined voice answers back:

“Hello, sir. I’m sorry to bother you, but please fill this for me, okay?”

“Huh, what do you mean—oh my God!”

The sight in front of you makes your jaw crash through the ground and down to the core of the earth. Probably even further down, which is counterproductive, because now you have to pick it all up again, something that is quite literally impossible. The reason being—

“Please, sir! Put it in!”

—a girl, wearing nothing but a yellow, oversized sweater, is bendover before you. Her soft looking hands pull her ass cheeks apart to present you a thoroughly fucked, twitching hole—with droplets of sperm dripping out of it. Her short hair is sweaty and has obviously been pulled thoroughly. To top it all off, her face looks adorable, squeezable cheeks, bountiful eyes and all, but the way she bites her lips is dreadfully hot. 

“W-wha—”

“Stop waiting and fuck my hole! I’m a whore, your whore!”

A breathy moan from her and you quickly glance at the street. It’s empty as usual but you never know. This is after all the worst possible moment for someone to walk by and watch, especially because the outline of your erection is visible for everyone to see. 

“I, uhm, have a girlfriend, so go away. What the he—”

The girl sighs, but instead of giving up, she does the unthinkable—if that even exists for her: she raises her upper body and quickly backs off into your house. Her still parted ass traps your clothed cock and she traps you against the wall opposite of the door. With a wiggle of her small behind she rubs your shaft. 

“F-fuck—the fuck—get off of me!”

All it takes is a small shove and you are free again. With quick steps you flee back into the living room and shut the door. Chaewon is not sitting on the couch as you expected, but somewhere else. Uncontrolled mewls and wet sounds however tell you where she actually is. A look behind the couch reveals your fear. You have no nerves for this.

“B-baby, fuck, pl—”

“Chaewon, we have no time for this! Some crazy bitch is at the door and wants me to fuck her ass.”

Chaewon pulls her busy hand out of her pants. Seeing this is not a first for you, although you still don’t understand why she always chooses to hide behind the couch for her alone time.

“W-what?”

“Okay—I know, I know this sounds stupid, very stupid, but take a look yourself. She has cum already dripping out of her ass. My God, this sounds so fucking dumb—”

“What? Lemme see.”

Your girlfriend crawls out from her not-so-secret corner and walks to the door. As she peeks through it, your eyes wander over her great curves, again and again stopping at her enormous ass. Slap yourself mentally for not having enough self-control in this abnormal, yet solvable situation.

“Holy shit, you were not lying! What a whore! Does this woman not have any shame?”

“I know, right? Disgusting.”

“And she wanted you to—”

Chaewon gets interrupted by a needy scream.

“—sir, fill me! Give me your seed!”

You lock eyes with Chaewon. The mixture of disturbance, disgust, confusion, amusement and arousal in her eyes that perfectly mirror yours give you an idea. A crazy idea, utterly insane, but also hotter than any radioactive explosion could ever be.

Chaewon peeks back out and whispers: “We should just kick her out quickly. Or wrap a blanket around her before we do so. What a crazy bitch.”

Crazy, dangerous, stupid, irrational—but tempting. Guided by your lower head, which seizes all your mental power, you put your palm on Chaewon’s ass and squeeze the denim-covered perfection. To no surprise, your girlfriend stares at you shocked and tries to push your hands off.

“Stop, babe! What are you doing?”

“Your fault for masturbating behind the couch again. I want to fuck your tight ass again. Now.”

“A-are you serious!? That bitch is still right there—”

Fingers grab the hem of Chaewon’s jeans and yank them down to where her bottom ends. The same fingers fish out your solid dick, before you position yourself behind the woman you love. Instead of fighting back, you watch her tightly grabbing the door frame, and muffle a yelp. 

“B-babe she might watch…”

“Then do something about it. I don’t see you fighting back.”

“You—fuck.”

Chaewon could have shut the living room door, to give you privacy from the lusty, prying eyes of the stranger slut kneeling face-down in the hallway, but she chooses to cover her mouth. A baffling decision, which she does not change, even after you start to thrust into her gorgeous asshole and softly groan into her ear:

“My God—I think my girl likes being watched.”

“What!? N-no…”

You look at the still open front door and the girl in front of it. She whines and mewls, but her eyes are still pinned onto the floor, so she might not yet have caught what you and Chaewon are doing. The thrill of this absurd encounter makes your mind go haywire. 

Licks on Chaewon’s nape and pinches at her butt stimulate her more, just like your quickened pace as your cock fills her tiny hole and leaves it repeatedly.

“Liar. You like it, Chae. You want her to watch. Let that whore watch.”

“Hng, no.”

“Moan, scream. Let her see how good that cock is. It’s all yours.”

“F-fuck, please no.”

Chaewon starts to tremble throughout her entire small frame: from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Her pants fall down further, exposing her amazing thighs and you can’t help it (of course not), so you rub all over them, spreading her sweat, mixing it with pussy juice.

And then, out of nowhere, a booming slap.

Right on her big, bouncing, bubble butt. 

Chaewon’s ass squeezes shut, making you growl at the intensity of pressure such a small hole can put on your cock. The orgasmic scream of hers almost makes your ears ring, as you watch the unwanted guest finally raise her head. 

A stranger can see her most intimate parts—and Chaewon could not be tighter or louder or cumming any harder than this. It leaves you speechless, unable to move, except for gentle buckles of your hips. What finishes you off however are those foreign, thrilled, envious, lustful eyes that take into view you, Chaewon, her exposed cunt and the way you plow her ass. 

Massive amounts of cum get dumped into your girlfriend. It feels like a month worth of seed, all of it unloaded in the greatest fuckhole imaginable. Hot sperm in a hot cavern, lubing up to a pervers extent; an aphrodisiac so efficient, it keeps you as hard as you were before. To top it all off, the needy slut crawls towards you and starts to beg again:

“Oh my God, that was so hot! Please give me some of your cum! She had enough.”

Chaewon’s heavy breaths get interrupted as you lift her limp body up from the ground without removing your cock, and carry her to the couch. You sit down on the cushions and she consequently sits down on your shaft, the white liquid partially running out on the sides of it. Still you eye someone following you like a hungry dog.

“You trespassing bitch don’t get anything. It’s all reserved for this gorgeous woman!” you say, nibbling on Chaewon’s ear and feeling the heat her burning red head exudes, “I only love her. She is just too perfect.”

Your girlfriend tries to hide her mortified features behind sweaty, juice-covered hands but the second you thrust upwards into her, she grabs your thighs and moans in ecstasy. An ecstasy only achievable by a kink stronger than a supernova.

“Be honest, Chaewon, my baby—”

“N-n-n-n-no…”

Fuck deeper into her, shove all your sticky stuff to were no light ever shines.

“You like it when I fuck you in front of strangers, hm?”

“F-fuck! S-s-s-so… embar-embarrassing!”

The fucking continues—but it’s not you who is doing it. Chaewon starts to ride you, fast, sloppy, hard. Maybe she doesn’t even notice that you don’t do anything except hold her wide hips tightly, remove her white top and watch her ass wiggle relentlessly.

Someone else continues to watch as well. With three fingers shoved inside her cunt and a thumb on her clit, she furiously masturbates, while her gaze constantly switches from the pistoning of Chaewon’s anal cavity, to her tits, to her face, to your face, your cock, those thighs; basically everything involved in this animalistic coitus. 

“Still here? Good. Watch!”

With no further warning, you raise Chaewon’s arms up high. It exposes her small, jiggling breasts even more, sure, but your initial intention is a different one. Your tongue darts out, and you immediately lick across her wide open pits passionately. Salty sweat on your taste buds; the action makes her tremble and melt into the impeccable mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.

“Ah! Babe… st-stop!”

Place a kiss at the sweet spot of her sweaty pit as a gentle no, while yet another wave of please attack your ear and make you roll your eyes.

“I need it, please! It looks so good…”

“Fuck off!”

“Don’t you like my ass, my pussy? They are so wet and ready for you, Sir!”

Chaewon’s hand lands on your nape and her head falls back onto your shoulder. It’s now your turn again to work for that glorious pleasure. This time you do it less erratic, slowly, with more love and passion. A whisper by your girlfriend, mixed with all kinds of moans, reaches you and probably only you:

“F-finish me off again, baby. Fuck, and then I have a plan for this d-dumb whore.”

You don’t know if Chaewon expected it to happen so quickly but it doesn’t really matter anyways. Added with her still riding your cock like there is no tomorrow, you slam her down at her waist and plunge yourself upwards. Lewd sounds after lewd sounds follow, and one signals that Chaewon’s knot inside her tummy finally unties.

Gushes of pussy juice shoot out of her, combined with the same loud scream as before. She is such a great singer, yet the music her voice makes during these intimate times is still your favorite. 

It feels satisfying to make your beloved girlfriend cum so hard that she still can’t catch her breath properly and shivers on your massive shaft, so your own orgasm is only an accessory. Lift her up and place her on the couch beside you, not caring about the stains and smell. Your future self can deal with that. 

“Oh—fuck, thank you, baby.”

“My pleasure, Chae. And now?”

“Huh, what? Ah, her. Tie her up to that chair.”

“R-Really? You, you serious, babe?”

Chaewon nods, a mischievous grin on her thoroughly flushed, post–orgasmic face. She points to her gaping hole and sticks two digits in before clenching down on them. 

“I want you to bend me over her lap and fuck so much of your batter into me that she will burst in jealousy.”

You asked for it

Male Reader x Im Yeojin

Length: 3645 words

Tags: degradation, self degradation, spit, vibrator, anal play, teasing, begging, crying, doming, name calling, dehumanizing, mind-break, rough sex, slaps, breeding kink, daddy kink, slave play, spanks, harsh, hardcore, stand and carry, missionary, slave!Yeojin / master!Reader

TW: ofc spoilers, but this one is very hard. Massive degradation, dehumanizing, slave/master dynamic, mind break, spitting at idol

Inspiration: Her outfit. Yeah.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for co-writing. Thank you, it was a pleasure!

(A/N: another collab with Sooya! And this time, we went berserk. Poor Yeojin)

“Uhm, hey…”

You never really noticed Yeojin before, but her hair, the outfit and especially the outfit—this was a new Yeojin.

“I’ve heard what you’ve been doing with some of my bandmates and I want what they get from you, Daddy. Isn’t that what you like to be called when you are dicking down my Unnies?”

You gulp. All the things you’ve done with the four H’s, how does she know them? They were supposed to stay secret, and as their dorm’s trusty cleaner, staying there almost daily never caused suspicion.

Or did it?

“Yeojin, what are you even saying?” you speak slowly to sound convincing. It is futile however.

“Stop playing dumb and innocent, Daddy,” Yeojin groans, grinding her hips and butt on your jeans covered thigh. The moment you saw those outfits you were ready to plow her members in them, but Yeojin’s looks exceptionally hot. The others are quickly forgotten.

“I know how you love to cum all over Heejin’s abs,” Yeojin sultry says, while her hands rub over yours, “I know you fuck Hyeju from behind, while kneading her tits. And the cat stuff with—”

“Fine, fine! Fuck, shut up. We don’t have as much privacy as you might think.”

“Give it to me! Those girls, even Haseul and Kim Lip, always get attention from boys and fans. I often feel like I’m just in their shadow, so I wanted to prove that I could attract with my visuals too. Do you like my outfit, Daddy? You want me to be your little baby girl and fucktoy?”

Yeojin’s hands straddle your body, her hips still grind on your leg, but her crotch is not moving to the growing problem in your now tight pants. A tease that works.

You answer her wordlessly. Aggressive hands move to her skirt and immediately underneath it. A yelp and a giggle, and then vise-versa when you pull her panties down and go down as well.

"Shut up. Don’t moan too loud,” you hiss before planting your face under the blue garment. A strong sniff, a remarkable scent from her drenching slit.

“D-Daddy—”

“Yeojin? Why are you already this wet?!”

“For you, Daddy, all for you. I wanted you for a long time. Plus, you’ve never fucked me before and I can promise you this: my pussy is the tightest of them all, an unclaimed pussy, doesn’t that turn you on, Daddy? This pussy, any of my holes belong solely to you, so stuff it with your cock, your cum!”

You rise to your feet again, significantly taller than the small idol. She probably thinks her offer sounds irresistible to you, especially with all the kinky promises spread throughout. However, her needy eyes reveal how desperate she is to get what her friends get: your cock.

"I’ll do what I want to do. And we shall see how tight you are, bitch. Now follow me. And don’t dare to pull your panties back up. If you stumble, you stumble.”

Yeojin tries to carefully, yet quickly follow your pace as you lead her into a special area, down a rarely used hallway, to a designated bedroom where you defiled her other members before. 

“Wait, has this room been here for the whole time? How come I never noticed it before?”

“You must be dense. Oh well, your body still looks hot as hell.”

Yeojin doesn’t respond to your words, visibly mesmerized by the soft blanket on top of the bed. At this moment, she is not paying enough attention, and finally trips over the panties around her ankles.

“Wahhhh!”

You could catch her. All it would take is stretching out one arm and putting a little effort in it. To your own amusement you decide against it, and watch the small idol fall on to the antique, smelly carpet below. 

Yeojin winces in pain, holding her wrist. She does not look seriously hurt, after all, the fall wasn’t particularly heavy. Not that you care.

“You are so stupid. My God, you are even more dense than I imagined." 

Removing your shoes, you walk next to her. Like a vicious god from above, you look down to an insignificant creature below. You can do anything to her. 

"I don’t care how mean you are,” Yeojin hisses, trying to get up despite her restraining panties,“I just want your cock in my pussy.”

“You have no idea what you want… you can’t even handle me. If I had to take a guess you’re totally inexperienced, aren’t you? Why such a need to prove yourself to anyone?”

With a light stomp on her back, you let Yeojin fall back to the ground. She shrieks and shivers, and it only increases when you lean down and rub her bare skin, spine upwards to her nape. With a rough grab, you force her to look at you, confused, fearful eyes.

“I… I just want what they have. You must be so good, having multiple members. I want your big cock to… to…”

“Fucking hell! So needy!”

Yank her head down and pull her skirt up. Don’t hold back, and slap the cute, exposed butt harshly. Yeojin wiggles and cries out, but she does not dodge or move away. 

“What if I don’t want your pussy? I could just let you stay a virgin. The last virgin of Loona, probably.”

“No, please! Do what you want, just… deflower me.”

“What are you even saying? Such slutty behavior will be punished." 

From underneath the bed you pull out your favorite toy to use on Hyunjin: a pink vibrator. Although it’s actually small in size, compared to tiny Yeojin it looks big.

"Spread your ass, stupid whore! And stop talking like that. Call me Master and only talk if necessary.”

“O-okay, Ma-Master.”

Turn to her face, grab it in one hand furiously and get uncomfortably close to it.

“That was not necessary, bitch.”

“Heejin, Haseul, Hyeju, Hyunjin, those are the ones you know about and I have respect for them. But you? You’re just a needy virgin slut way over her head coming to me. You know why your other members are my sluts? Because they are fucking good at what they do and are good partners, you… what can you even offer me? Pathetic.”

“I will g-give you my precious first time—”

“Shut up,” you shout at her, “I don’t fucking care that it’s your first time and precious to you!”

With your glaring, fiery eyes on Yeojin, you spit into her face. Full of shock, she touches the spot where it hit her. Before another reaction comes from her, you grab her miniscule body and spin it around. 

Yeojin’s skirt does not cover her leaking entrance, but it was never your destination. In rage you tear apart the garment hiding her small breasts, they jiggle in the cups of her bra. Seemingly uncontrolled, you strike at the hard nipples on top of the mounds.

Yeojin screams in pain, despair and fear in glistening orbs that release a couple of tears. Luckily for her, no words leave her gasping mouth. Only a wince at every hit and eventually, high pitched moans.

“This is your punishment, whore! If you apologize, I’ll ram something in your cunt. Do it!”

“But… but… I-I didn’t do anything… I didn’t do anything wrong! I—”

“That’s it!”

No further warning: you raise her legs, spread her tight ass cheeks just a little and mercilessly shove the vibrator up Yeojin’s puckered hole. In a shadow crushing scream, she exclaims the pain shooting up her body.

You will not leave it at that: turn on the vibrator, to turn shock and pain to a punishment of pleasure that makes her tiny frame twitch and jerk all over.

Yeojin screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure as her body is rocked by the humming of the vibrator, she starts to leak. 

“Leaking on the bed? The bed preserved for my girls? Disgusting. You’re getting your juices everywhere!" 

You spank her ass with the toy still shoved in. 

"Naughty filthy bitch, staining my sheets like that.”

“S-stop, please! I-I want it in here!" 

Through the uncontrollable movements of her body, Yeojin somehow manages to trace a trembling hand down her toned midriff and spread her glistening, almost spraying pussy. 

"P-plug me up!”

“No, slut!”

You spank her again, this time on the exact same spot, in a fast rhythm that makes her ass turn a deep reddish color. Yeojin sobs and cries, like she doesn’t know a solution to end it.

“Apologize, you idiot! Stupid whore, it can’t be this hard!”

Click. Realization kicks in. Yeojin doesn’t want this to stop. She likes it too much. She loves all this rough, violent behavior you considered punishment. It’s not effective, not teaching her a lesson, not showing her her place.

But it’s too enjoyable for you as well.

“You’re, you’re rough with the other girls, but you like them. You care about them, but with me you don’t have to like or care about me. I’m just a toy for you to fuck and use. Be as rough as you want with me, break me, ruin me. Please fuck my virgin pussy hole and claim it as yours and only yours!”

Her words trigger you. A fuck toy? You didn’t have to keep a relationship going with her? Yeojin offers herself as nothing but a cumdump, a fleshlight for your own pleasure. Finally, she found something that spikes your interest. She might regret these words.

"I’ll fill you everytime I fucking want. I don’t care if you are in the mood, or tired or already full of cum. If I call, you are coming and you will kneel or bend over. You won’t get kisses or cuddles, and don’t even think about love. Your orgasm doesn’t matter; you don’t matter. Do you understand that this is the life of a fucktoy?”

Stare at her melted, needy face in devilish seriousness, before pushing the vibrator into the furthest depths of her rectum.

“If you say ‘Yes, Daddy, I’ll be your fucktoy slave’ I’ll use you as a cockwarmer, an anal cocksleeve, a slapping bag, a stress reliefer. Hell, if I want to ruin and end your career just for fun, I will. Are you desperate enough to accept it, sex toy?”

“Yes, Daddy! I’ll be your fucktoy slave! I need to… I don’t care about my career, I only care about your cock, your pleasure—so fuck me! Own me, Master!”

The one hand that used to shove the vibrator in Yeojin’s asshole now reaches for her throat and gives it a passionate squeeze. If her tongue was out before or came out at that exact moment is an irrelevant factor. It would have been a nice mechanism: choking leads to ahegao.

Yeojin’s hands try to tear off the remains of clothing hanging on her body, but she ultimately fails. The penetration of your rock solid cockhead into her tight, unused cunt brings her entire focus to the one thing she always craved.

"Master’s cock! It’s filling me up!”

“Shut up, toy! Only speak when spoken to.”

Not a second thought, the palm of your hand crosses her face, leaving a red imprint on the tiny, lustful face. The idol smiles through the sting, the harsh treatment of her make-up covered features, and continues her “defiance” with a wave of devoted screams.

“Mhmm, Master! Master! Fuck me harder Master, fuck me, ravage me, break me!" 

Slap after slap hits her face. She is too far gone, too broken to understand your commands. Nevertheless, you continue to drill into her. A hand spreading her legs makes it easy for your hips to push and push, with the force of a tank. Yeojin might have been a virgin seconds ago, but her pussy is slick and wet like she does get this pounding daily. These hard thrusts make you feel every inch of her insides. From lips to cervix, your cock attacks it with an unrivaled power. It’s not surprising anymore that Yeojin starts to cum with shrieks and squirt. 

It motivates you to go faster, break the soundbarrier. Overstimulate her, flick her clit, she is nothing but animalistic sounds. In her eyes you see nothing resembling decency, control or human. 

Yeojin is broken. From a cute, little idol dreaming of stardom to a cockloving, mindless sex slave.

"Bitch, I’m going to fucking explode in you. Don’t you let a single drop go to waste. And if I  happen to breed you, you’ll carry that child like a good whore won’t you?”

Yeojin nods. Or is it her head rocking back and forth from you fucking her into the bed? Her eyes flicker, tongue spills drool all over her face, depending on how her neck bends in orgasm. The tiny rest of mascara is everywhere, just like chestnut strands. 

The girl is a sweaty bundle. You pick her up, just to try a little stand and carry. You have never finished with one of the girls like this, although Hyunjin is perfect for it. However, the cat girl is visibly scared of taking you in this position, and because you care for her, it’s a pass.

For Yeojin, you don’t have to care. Even if the company fires you, she will crawl to your house and serve you with her body. Even with her face, more red because of your slap then from arousal, she yearns for more and even with her completely destroyed pussy, probably hurting from being deflowered with your massive rod, Yeojin is ready for her life as your private slave.

“You’re so small but you take my cock decently, you little whore. How ruined is your pussy right now? Hm? Still fucking mean what you say, my toy?”

“Hmmmm, y-yes, Master.”

Yeojin squeezes out actual words through her mewls, even as her eyes roll into the back of her head. An orgasm of mind-altering dimensions. As wave after wave of galactic pleasure jolt through every cell of her tiny body, the thought of being an owned toy, a slave is connected with pure joy and satisfaction.

You continue to hold onto her small body rocking on your cock and you don’t relent pumping into her pussy. As you continue to carry and fuck her, you reach for a phone and hand it to her. 

“Prove it! I want you to call someone from the company right now and tell them you’ll quit your idol life to be my cocksleeve.”

Yeojin’s hand looks like it’s lagging from all the convulses and shivering. Her orgasm is still overwhelming her, and moans from overstimulation put you further into heat. If she does it or not, it doesn’t really matter to you. You will fill her with cum, until she, consequently, will be bred. 

Ironically, her body seems to fight back against the prospect of calling. When you try to start the call, the phone firmly pressed to her wet, flushed cheek, her pussy grips. A next… level of tightness makes you yelp in surprise. Scorching, like the shape of her walls are imprinted onto the skin of your throbbing cock, you still manage to start the call. How will a silly-fucked Yeojin respond properly, though?

You stop your thrusting waiting with a smirk as the phone rings and a voice of a manager picks up on the other line.

“Hello, Yeojin-ssi? Why did you call me? Is everything okay?”

“I, ahh!”

You buckle your hips and legs, while simultaneously pressing her slender body onto your shaft. A few slow, hard pumps, and Yeojin squeals and moans into the phone. Put your ear next to the phone to hear what the confused and panicking manager is saying.

“Y-Yeojin, what is happening? Are you… h-hurt?”

“F-f-fuck! I need… I want… I cum!”

With perfect timing, you pull out of Yeojin’s tight pussy grip, only the tip parting her folds. Immediately, she starts crying, wide open eyes full of fear of losing what she craves the most. Her attempts on getting your cock to penetrate her slit again are erratic yet futile. Easily you hold her back. She breaks completely:

“I don’t want to be an idol! I only want my Master’s cock! Please, fill this needy, useless hole and use it as your toy!”

“W-what a-are you s-saying?! Yeojin, are you having s-sex right now?”

You can hear the manager heavily sweating from the other side, and if he isn’t hard already, the lewd sounds of Yeojin’s wet core being fucked again should do the job. 

A piercing scream later, and both you and Yeojin finally cum. Yeojin’s tightness went above what you ever expected, and so your load is pumped fully into the velvet cavern. The manager on the other side has stopped talking, but he is definitely still listening. You whisper to Yeojin:

“Tell him Yeojin, tell him what you want and why. Tell him if he doesn’t execute your wishes…you’ll leak to the higher ups about this call and he’ll be fired….tell him what you want my slutty slave.”

“I am a bitch, a cockslut, my Master’s toy. I only love his cock and want to serve him. B-but if you tell the boss… I’ll make you lose your job. U-understood?”

Her intimidation attempt is laughable, but with the Manager groaning on the other side and saying 'Yes, of course!’ It seems that Yeojin’s career might not be over. Yet.

You take the phone and end the call. Seconds later, the manager tries to call back, but you just turn off the device and look down to Yeojin playing with her folds. She spreads them apart and watches the cum slowly run out of her. Amusement, covered as rage, makes you shove three fingers into the leaking snatch and push all the white goo back in.

“Never do that again, slave! Stand up, and keep it inside yourself!”

The small woman obliges with whimpers. She waddles on her sore legs, unable to stay upright properly. Your stern eyes roam her body and stare her down. Yeojin avoids them, looking down with a lowered head, as your vicious plan unfolds.

Gravity lets the cum fall out of her, no matter how tight she is and tries not to. Tiny globs of your stickiness run down her thighs and legs to stain the carpet. In horror, she looks up, tears at the corner of her adorable eyes.

“You failed. Turn around and bend over.”

You slowly rub your cock on the rim of her pussy. 

“Master, please… I need your cock!" 

"No, you deserve nothing. You deserve no pleasure, because you’re a useless slave. You can’t even be my slave because you’re still an idol, so what good are you to me?”

“Master, I’m not an idol anymore. And, although I need your cock, I only deserve—”

Yeojin raises her hand, and with an unexpected harshness, she slaps her cute, red butt to make the new coloring seem permanent. 

“—spanks. Spank me, until I can’t sit, Master. I deserve this.”

“You mean you want this. Maybe I just want to leave you like this, and lure all your friends here to see you in this position, craving for nothing but my cock.”

Yeojin gasps. Yet again, you found a turn on for her. She is like an open book to you, never before has someone been this easy to look through. As your fingers fondle the soft, beaten skin of her bottom, you realize the vibrator is not inside her twitching puckered hole anymore. It must have fallen out at some point during the fucking.

“Pick up the vibrator,” you command, pinching her thigh for emphasis, “and shove it up your whorish ass. Only wear your skirt and top, no underwear, no bra.”

Your wish is her command and through her task, you see a diligent, delightful side of Yeojin. She is ready to do everything for her Master. Maybe it’s only because she doesn’t know what’s next.

“You actually did that well, slave. Now, for your real task: go about your day.”

From below, a confused look on her face. Roll your eyes in annoyance and fiercely bunch up her hair. You guide her to the door, open it and point out into the vacant hallway. Yeojin’s breathing gets heavier. You feel it as you bend down to her and make her look at you. Pull her hair painfully, then spit into her face.

“Stupid bimbo! Go about your day as usual. Let my cum drip out of your cunt, bend over to show off, moan when you are randomly alone with someone. Give them hints about how you are a slut for me. And if someone notices and tries to confront you, masturbate in front of them with your vibrator. I’ll always watch you. They don’t get to fuck you. You are my toy after all.

But they should see what a big slut you are. Nothing but a lusty object.”

A hand on her sweaty back shoves her out onto the hallway. She is not hidden by soundproof, closed doors anymore. A tiny movement and her skirt flies upwards, revealing bare cheeks and folds. 

Yeojin stumbles. After a couple of meters, she looks over her shoulder. She looks too afraid to plea and too ashamed to walk towards one of the doors where people do their jobs, stylists, producers, idols.

Your gaze is unimpressed. After the fuck session from before, a trembling Yeojin leaves you unfazed. With a cell phone pressed to the side of your head, you wait for the person you saved at ‘1’ to respond. 

The words you whisper into the speaker barely reach Yeojin.

“Haseul, tell the girl’s to come to the long hallway behind the stage.

Your maknae has something to show you.”

(A/N: I know this went wild and hard, but FUCK. Yeojin makes me feral!)

Dayeons Disciplinary Diary

Male Reader x Kim Dayeon (ft. Chaehyun, Xiaoting)

Length: 5794 words

“Maybe.”

New job, old problems. 

The five oldest members of the famous girl group Kep1er are supposed to debut as a separate sub-unit. As someone with a lot of experience in planning, training, and preparing you were chosen as an external coach to give advice and guide the fairly inexperienced team. It’s a new task, sure, but the problems remain the same. So far, so unspectacular.

The issues however started the moment you left the first meeting and looked at the girls schedule: in between the usual variety shows and photoshoots they have dance practice for a full group comeback after the sub-unit debut. It limits the time the company gives you for meetings, vocal sessions—literally everything. 

Though a huge inconvenience, it’s nothing you can’t manage. It probably was the reason why they hired you, someone from outside the company, to deal with this in the first place. However, another aspect you were not ready for made your first problem seem like a first grader’s task.

Some of the sub-unit members, Chaehyun, Xiaoting, and especially Dayeon are very hard to keep in check. Their brattiness easily blows up a dance practice session, their delinquency disrupts entire meetings, and their obnoxious attitude consistently brings you to the edge of a tantrum. 

You’ve tried the usual methods, carrots and sticks. Over the first couple of weeks, it became obvious that no amount of carrots could help. Luckily, the company gave you extensive authority over the group. They only cared about the results, so it was time for you to switch from the carrot to the stick. 

Chaehyun was the first to be disciplined. She was mostly tagging along with her best friend Dayeon and it was mostly through her that Chaehyun got into trouble. So after only two sessions of edging and hair pulling, Chaehyun’s strong will to misbehave broke. She became diligent, not missing a single meeting and obedient, obeying every word the dance teacher says. She also became addicted to your cock, an unwanted, but amusing side effect. As long as she continues to be a good girl and give it her all, you give her what she desires. Every evening.

Xiaoting was a little bit tougher. She put up more of a fight because she wasn’t dependent on someone else to come up with a troublesome idea. If she wanted to mess up the choreography, she just did. If a meeting bored her, she would just leave. If another girl would annoy her, she would slap her. 

At first you expected her to be the worst case, but after edging her for one hour with your fingers and pounding her doggystyle, she was already whimpering. What broke her resistance entirely were the spanks on her fat thighs and ass. She later confessed that you were the first person to make her squirt—which is the reason she walks to your apartment every weekend to get her fair share of spanks.

Dayeon is still a work in progress. No edging, hair-pulling, spanking or rough fucking has made her submit to your authority. Even after she cried and whimpered in her mating-press while you slapped her tits in the morning, she would still skip the meet-ups in the afternoon. Her snarky remarks cannot be stopped, even after you fucked her face the night before. So you changed your strategy.

Five steps. Five steps to break Dayeon’s brattiness. 

Day 1: Take a picture!

“Dayeon, my office. Now!”

She was late again to one of the meetings. Of course. It doesn’t matter today, however. It’s a perfect set up to get your plan into motion. You’ve waited for this moment since waking up. 

Dayeon trots into your office. She wears the same outfit as she did during their debut promotions: a plaid skirt, open leather jacket and black crop top. Unlike back then, her hair is now dark brown, a change of style that really suits her.

“What?” she groans in annoyance and clicks her tongue.

“Why are you wearing this? Didn’t I tell you to stick to the training outfits?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Deep breaths to calm down your nerves. Dayeon pulls out her cell phone  and with every tap on her screen your anger rises. Ten knuckles turn red as you squeeze the edge of the table, wishing to break it in half. You clear your throat and slowly ask in a threatening, deep voice:

“Dayeon, will you finally stop being such a brat? You need to be punctual, diligent, and focused on your comeback.”

Dayeon continues to type. Without looking up she snarls:

“Lol, no. What’cha gonna do about it?”

Everything happens in the blink of an eye. In uncontrolled anger, you snag her phone away, push her against your office door, and force her down on her knees. Dayeon wants to shout out something, but you press your crotch against her confused face and keep her mouth shut with your growing bulge. 

“I’ve had enough of your shit. You will soon regret being such a bitch.”

Fear and anger form in Dayeon’s eyes, but you pay them no mind. Open your zipper to free your cock. It jumps free like a loosened spring and its massive size covers Dayeon’s smooth face. Your other hand swipes across Dayeon’s phone screen and opens the camera app. You then point the camera down at the bratty girl and take your first picture. The flash blinds her for a second.

“What the fuck? Stop!”

Dayeon fights to set herself free, but her struggling hands and flailing legs are not enough to free her from your pelvis and thighs pressing her firmly against the door. You continue to take pictures from all angels to capture Dayeon with your cock over her face. She tries to hide from and interrupt you, so you grab her chestnut hair and roughly yank it. 

“Fuck you! Ah, you asshole!” Dayeon screams.

Punish her for opening it by easily gliding your cock into her mouth. It not only cuts off her screams, but also oxygen supply. Immediately, you begin to facefuck her against your door, loud thuds rhythmically echo around your spacey office. 

“No, “ you hiss, as rage fuels each of your thrusts into Dayeon’s face, “you’re the asshole, Dayeon. You will pay for your bitchiness. Smile for the camera, whore!”

Flashes rain upon Dayeon’s face as tears and drool spills down in copious amounts. Whines and gags would do perfect for a lewd audio to relieve your stress later. Her orbs are glistening messes, her drool makes the sensation similar to a squirting pussy and you feel yourself climaxing quickly. 

“Shit, your mouth is tight.”

You pull at Dayeon’s hair again and her lips press down on your shaft. She is like a vacuum, sucking you roughly in. In a last second effort, you pull out and unload a huge, angry load all over her features. Cum pools or trickles down from her forehead, eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, chin. Not one inch stays uncovered and not one thing stays undocumented. Hundreds of pictures, and you are eager to take even more.

“F-fuck, ah, you ass—” Dayeon’s first words after getting her throat fucked are cut short by you slapping your cock all over her face.

“Shut the fuck up, toy. Your phone is confiscated. I expect you to be at the training tomorrow.”

A harsh yank and you bring her down to the floor, deep breaths and shocked, terrified eyes star upwards toward you. You roll your eyes and walk back to your desk, acting like nothing happened mere seconds ago, as if you didn’t just treat her like a useless fleshlight.

“Get out of my office. Now!”

##

Day 2: Make a Video!

“Dayeon! Get to the practice room right now!”

Dayeon was at the practice, but her performance was utter nonsense. The moves were offbeat or in the wrong direction and she was lacking the energy and cockiness she usually had on stage. It derailed an otherwise amazing performance by everyone, especially Xiaoting and Chaehyun who were giving it their all. 

The dance teacher became frustrated and after all her scolding was shrugged off by Dayeon, she called you. 

Now, as the day comes to an end, you ordered Dayeon to stay behind for extra dance lessons. However, when you called her into the large white room with a light brown wooden floor and a mirror wall, the dance teacher had already left. 

“What? Where the fuck is she?” Dayeon curses and turns around to you. 

“I sent her home,” you nonchalantly say while you lay down an old gymnastic mat and set up a tripod next to it. 

“And how am I supposed to practice? Don’t tell me you know the dance inside out,” Dayeon chuckled viciously while imitating what it might look like if you dance. She is giving it her best to piss you off and you are going to use the build up anger for your plan.

“We still practice together,” you say, finally finished with your setup. A camera is filming from the top of the tripod down onto the small mat. Dayeon inspects the odd looking sight and moves next to you. With a jab to the side, she cynically jokes: 

“That is not how you film a dance practice. Oppa must be retarded.”

Before she can laugh, you grab her sides and slam her onto the mat. Dayeon yelps, in shock, in pain, you don’t care. She yelps again when you pull down her black sweatpants. Her simple, white panties get pulled to the side while you immediately invade her pussy with two of your fingers. The brunette moans and tries to wiggle herself free, but you spread her legs forcefully nonetheless.

“Come on! Show the camera your pink lips.”

Her most private part is on perfect display for the camera. When Dayeon tries to cover it with her hands, you slap her pussy. The usually feisty girl becomes shy, her face read all over when you spread her labia and rub her clit.

“Covering your face doesn’t help. To everyone who might watch this, this is Kim Dayeon of Kep1er. She has a pretty cunt, doesn’t she?” “Stop! This is unfair!”

“Her pussy is pretty and of course her face as well, but her character is very rotten, so we will need to teach her a lesson.”

“Hey! What are you—no, ah!”

You lift the light girl up a little and spread her cheeks to also present her tight and twitching asshole. Dayeon tenses again. Although she is the brattiest idol you ever had to work with, it is only now that she gets her first dose of effective humiliation as punishment. 

“Look! It’s Dayeon’s ass and her cute hole. So small~”

“Oppa, no!”

Finally, you tear off her panties and get beneath her. Dayeon is now in a pearly gates position, your cock right at her rear entrance, while you groan into her ear and force her legs to spread. You notice that her thighs are wet and so you search for the source of the slick. Dayeon’s pussy is dripping wet, almost gushing out her juices.

“Don’t tell me,” you hum to her, “you like this?”

“Wh-what?”

“Being humiliated.”

One push, and your cock slides into her ass. The tight ring tenses up around your girth, but you won’t be denied. No amount of pressure Dayeon’s amazing ass extorts onto you will stop you. Slow drags with loud groans from you show the potential viewer how incredible their idol feels. The best part is, you don’t have to tell Dayeon how they would react—her imagination is already doing this part.

“N-no, I hate it!”

Dayeon hides behind the palms of her hands. What she cannot hide however are her girly moans and screeches that boom from her lips to fill the studio and reach the camera’s microphone. You gradually pick up the pace and intentionally crash your pelvis into her ass with such velocity that her skin creates waves and her mind becomes numb. 

She begins to drool from her lips and through your relentless pounding, you nibble her neck as a reward, but also a way to stimulate her more and more. Dayeon’s juices drip down to your pistoning cock and her moans become shorter in intervals and more high-pitched. She is getting close to cumming on camera.

It would be quite a sight to behold, Dayeon’s orgasmic face and body on tape, but you are far from wanting to even give her pleasure in what is meant to be a punishment, a disciplinary measure. A few final thrusts to bring Dayeon to the edge and to make her believe that she will cum, then you pull out. Your hands reach for her bottom and you lift her rear entrance towards the lens.

“Everyone, look! Dayeon is gaping! She has such a big hole, cause she is a whore!”

“Ahh!”

##

Day 3: In front of your best friend!

“Dayeon, my office! Now!” you shout into the speaker of your phone, while slamming the desk before you, “How could you miss another meeting? Didn’t I make my point clear?”

“Well, idiot oppa,” Dayeon responds harshly, “my butt hurt from what you did to me, so I couldn’t go. Your fault!”

“Get over here right now!” 

You end the call and get up from your chair. This time you had to play your anger to hide your excitement for the next stage of your plan for Dayeon. You hastily send a text message to someone who is unlike Dayeon: reliable. If your calculations are correct, they should arrive with perfect timing. 

First is Dayeon. She doesn’t knock and just barges into your room with quick angry footsteps. You lean onto your desk, arms crossed, eyebrows raised and nod towards the door.

“If you’re not gonna knock, you can at least close the damn door.”

“Fuck you, oppa,” Dayeon snippily replies and slams the door shut. The second she does so, you move to the side to unveil your desk. Unlike any other day, it’s not covered with laptops, reports, training instructions, lyrics, data and coffee mugs. This time you set up a screen which plays your and Dayeon’s video from a couple of days ago, while pictures of her either getting facefucked or assfucked lay across the wooden surface. 

“You sick fuck!”

Dayeon scrambles to grab as many pictures as she can find. Each one she lifts reveals a handful of new ones, obscene positions of her on the gymnastic mat or pressed against your door, your cock stuffing her holes. 

You don’t just sit back and watch the play of the panicked girls trying to get rid of the embarrassing evidence, you actually join in and snag a couple of pictures from her or throw them across the room. Like a dog Dayeon jogs towards them, curses at you and searches for a trash can, while you laugh full heartedly. 

“Dayeon, look at the screen! That’s my favorite part.”

Her face fully colored in red, Dayeon takes a look and has to relive the final scene of her porn once more: you showing her empty, twitchting hole while she is begging for an orgasm. 

“You assh—”

“Oppa, you wanted to—oh my Gosh!”

What must feel like a torrent of peaking emotions, bouncing around in Dayeon’s mind and chest like a bouncy ball in a trampoline park, is something close to an orgasmic catharsis for you. Well, almost. This isn’t the peak after all, this is just Chaehyun, Dayeon’s best friend and bandmate, walking straight into your office and seeing everything.

The defiant brunette scrambles to hide all the nudes of her and jumps towards her friend to cover her shocked face, but it’s all for nothing. Chaehyun’s eyes are already glued to the screen, her feet mindlessly moving her towards it. Dayeon screams at the top of her lungs, flailing her arms around wildly, but Chaehyun just inches closer and closer.

“Don’t look, please! Oh my God, please, d-don’t… g-go away!”

“I-is this you, D-Dayeon?”

“Yes, it is,” you answer and cover Dayeon’s mouth with the palm of your hand. You’ve never seen someone pale of shock and red of embarrassment at the same time, so you bathe in what you have accomplished.

“Look at it closely. Isn’t her butthole cute~? The small blobs of cum oozing out? Her teary eyes while I jiggle her thighs and she likes it?”

Dayeon fights half-heartedly. Her struggle might look real to an outsider, but you feel how her muscles go weak and how she becomes hot and bothered. You don’t doubt that this is the most embarrassing moment of her life, but you also grow increasingly sure that she gets off to it. Quite a lot.

Dayeon’s isn’t the only one to get off to it though. Her bestie looks absolutely dazed by how her sparkling eyes look at the looping porn, the repeated pictures of her friend getting plowed in the ass over and over again. Chaehyun’s tongue begins to slowly slip out of her mouth along with some drool, while her hand travels down to the hem of her skirt. This is getting very far.

“S-stop, Chase, pl-please,” Dayeon begs through a gap in your fingers, but you silence her by stuffing them in her bratty mouth.

“I tend to agree,” you suddenly say, against the urge of your lower head to let this play out, “You two should really leave now.”

“What?” Chaehyun says, snapping out of her porn induced trance when you turn off the TV. You nod and push Dayeon against her. The both of them tumble and because they hold onto each other, the also both fall onto the ground, right in between pictures of Dayeon getting face fucked.

“Oh, and Dayeon: help Chaehyun carry out the trash. All of it.”

The awkward, humiliating search for every last picture is a delight for you. Dayeon and Chaehyun are too embarrassed to say a word. They just crawl on the ground and stuff everything they can find into a bin until it overflows. You play increasing annoyance by rolling your eyes when they look at you or groaning.

“Now get going! Make sure no one sees it!”

“You…!”

Dayeon’s shout is stuck in the back of her throat. Her small hands stuff the bin while Chaehyun holds it. She knows she has to walk like this to make sure that the bin can hold all of her indecent pictures. She also knows what she can do, to make all of this end. However, she stays defiant for today.

“You motherfucker!”

##

Day 4: In front of your friends!

“You did a great job today. You can leave early.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can handle them the last half hour.”

“Thank you a lot boss!”

The dance teacher politely bows down, takes her stuff and leaves the practice room. After making sure she really is gone, you lock the door and turn towards the girls behind you. They have been dancing almost flawlessly now. It’s no surprise, their debut is in ten days and this dance had been the main focus on your schedule the last week. 

Last week was quite delightful. Everyone was at peak concentration and performance. Everyone was punctual and motivated. Everyone gave it their everything, even the delinquents. 

Xiaoting played a couple of harmless pranks which boosted the morale of the group, so you had no need to discipline her. She still went to your house on Sunday and rode you like a champion, while you smacked every inch of her body that is covered by her upcoming stage outfit. The red marks look perfect on her and when she squirts around your cock, you knew she would never be trouble for you again.

Chaehyun has been as professional as Yujin or Mashiro when it came to vocal recording and dance practice. She was super focused in meetings and nothing could distract her. However, her neediness increased tenfold after she saw the video of Dayeon and you. For the first time, she asked to be fucked in the ass and after painful minutes of getting used to it, she was begging to cum from it. Chaehyun wanted your load and you gave her a lot. She also wanted to be face fucked like Dayeon, so you wait after the recording were finished, put a collar on her with the word ‘Whore’ on it and made her cry for an hour straight. 

Dayeon however avoided you. No private meetings, no fuck session, nothing and frankly, there was no need for it. She has been reliable. Your plan is still in place if she fucks up and on this evening, you will test her. 

“Good job, everyone,” you shout while clapping. The song has just ended and four of the five girls look at you with anticipation. Only Dayeon avoids your gaze, her chest breathing heavily from hours of dancing at full speed and focus.

“Yujin,” you continue, “can you tell me what you noticed? Any big improvements or flaws?”

“Well, oppa,” Yujin starts, fidgeting lightly in her place, knowing that lying is not an option,”Chaehyun and I have finally gotten the part in the bridge right, the very tough one.”

“That is phenomenal! I saw it from behind, an impressive move.”

“A-and Xiaoting and Mashiro have been excellent as always, they make it seem effortless.”

“Very well. Anything more?”

“W-well, “Yujin stutters, looking into the large mirror wall at Dayeon, then at the parquet, then at you, “Dayeon messed up the part before the hook and the bridge twice each.”

You ponder for a second, your gaze shifting towards the brunette girl. Dayeon looks straight at you, fake innocence, but real fear in her orbs. Or is it something different that makes her look scintillating like this. She can be a very cute girl, but you have seen the real her over and over again. It’s not cute and not innocent for sure. 

“Okay then. Let’s have another round. Give it your best, everyone, especially at the hard parts. Don’t let yourself be distracted by me. Focus, okay?”

They all nod. You hit a button on a remote and the song restarts. Its fast rhythm is underlined by a quick discography right from the get go. It catches everyone’s attention and so it is important that the girls execute it flawlessly and with their usually impeccable charisma and stage presence. You of course excuse that they are somewhat tired and sweaty this evening, but you’re still ready to be a strict teacher if any mistakes happen.

The center switch from Yujin to Xiaoting is magnificent. Then a short pause hands the spotlight to Yujin and Mashiro dancing on the left and then Chaehyun and Dayeon on the right. Great execution, but then it happens. As everyone moves to their new position before the pre-chorus, Dayeon trips. Her body hits the floor and you immediately stop the music.

“Everyone, get back into position. Don’t let yourself get distracted,” you say brusquely, while stepping behind Dayeon. You yank her upwards at her arm and wrap your arm around her waist to shackle her to yourself. Via remote, you start the song once more, but the four other girls are not moving. Their shocked expressions lay on you and Dayeon.

“The song has already started! Focus, girls, focus!”

They get into rhythm hesitantly as Dayeon fights to free herself for a second. You make her freeze in shock by tearing down her shorts and simultaneously creeping your way up her torso. Your bulge rubs on her ass, covered at first, then released. She begins to realize what’s about to happen. Through the mirror you make eye contact.

No, you can’t be serious, don’t do this to me! she seems to scream with just her eyes.

You feel up her pussy to find that it’s moist and she is not stopping to get wetter. Her friends can see it. Those that are not focused enough on the choreography have already caught on and dance half-heartedly. No stage presence can cover up their shock, especially when you grab Dayeon’s hips and smash her onto your cock.

“Fuck!” Dayeon’s scream makes the lyrics become background noise. Everything except for her is uninteresting and you know that she’d want nothing more than to disappear into a deep hole. You on the other hand want to just fuck her hole, to make her red cheeks burst from the humiliation of being exposed, nude and punished for all her brattiness. To know that she can’t stand being used as a fleshlight and that each of her bandmates can see her thighs jiggle and pussy glistening is your ecstasy. 

“Ah, Oppa, no!” Dayeon moans out, her body twitching and eyes tearing up.

“O-Oppa,” Yujin stutters, “Wh-what are you do-doing?”

You look at the leader who broke the trance of disbelief first and spoke up. The furious thrusts into Dayeon’s tightness stop and you put her in a chokehold.

“I have to discipline Dayeon for messing up so much. Don’t let yourself be distracted, you’re doing great. Restart!”

The music does restart and so does your fucking. With Dayeon’s screams thoroughly choked out, she should not be able to interrupt the music. She will remain a distraction however, which is exactly why her body is in so much heat. You tear off her T-Shirt and the bra beneath, leaving the black in tatters. Dayeon might be more thrilled by this than you. 

You begin to nibble on her neck and use the mirror to watch how the four others can’t help but stare at Dayeon’s breasts bouncing along to your rhythm. Unintentionally, you have adjusted your speed to the rhythm of the title track and thus have fucked her faster than anytime before. She needs some air to keep up with it.

“No!” Dayeon screams the second you stop choking her neck, “Don’t watch! My boobs, don’t!”

Fully seated in her, like Excalibur in its rock, you stop to grope her tits and whisper into her ear. 

“Oh, you don’t want them to look at your? I can change that.”

Give her small tits a smack, then reach down to her legs. In one swooping motion, Dayeon is in a full nelson. Her pussy is now presented, like a turkey on a plate on Thanksgiving Day. You position yourself for more leverage, reach for her head and fuck to your hearts content. Dayeon cries and moans, the lewd sounds of her smooth, moist pussy not covered by the song’s bridge.

You catch Chaehyun looking jealous and highly aroused. She is not even trying to have a facade of embarrassed shock like Xiaoting. You are certain the Chinese girl would love to be spanked by you in front of at least one of her friends, probably Yujin. Speaking of Yuji: she trips up everytime you change your speed. When you switched to full nelson, she even forgot her choreo for a second. Mashiro looks disturbed, sad, maybe even fearful. She is extra accurate, but her flush is ridding her of any stage presence. 

Everyone is getting into position to do the finishing pose as the song fades out. Everyone except Dayeon, who is still being bounced up and down your cock. Although she doesn’t squirt like a fire hose, her juices still spot the parquet in her delicious flavor. She is dozing off to a peak in ecstasy, when you suddenly pull out and drop her. On wobbly feed you guide her to her spot. She instinctively does the ending pose.

“Great job, guys! That wraps it up for today.”

You close your zipper and clap as five blood-filled faces stare at you, then Dayeon. The still completely naked idol scrambles to cover herself with hands, then her clothes. You teasingly grab her shorts and hold them high up, out of reach for her, but before it can develop into a playful activity, Yujin speaks up:

“O-Oppa! Y-you can’t just do that!”

“What? I needed to discipline her. You were also bothered by how distracting and lazy she was.”

“B-but not like this!”

Yujin covers her face and turns away. You drop the shorts and Dayeon reaches for them. Before she can put them on, you spread her legs to show everyone the pink of her pussy.

“Yujin, I know you probably think that Dayeon didn’t want this, but I found something out. She actually really enjoys this. Why else would she be this slick?”

You shove a finger inside Dayeon and wiggle it. The brunette can’t hold onto the clothes in her hands and begins to moan cutely. 

“I bet you hated it when I stopped and didn’t fuck you to orgasm, right?”

Dayeon shakes her head. 

“You are lying~ I bet you wished they would all stop hiding behind their hands—”

Dayeon shakes her head, slowly.

“—and watch as you squirt in front of them. You want them to watch! You like being fucked in front of people. You are an exhibitionist.”

Dayeon shakes in orgasm. 

“Yes! Look at me! Look at my pussy!”

Waves of clear liquid follow her first tsunami that splashes all over your hand and right before her friends. Xiaoting and especially Chaehyun are just standing and drooling, Yujin is a bit more apprehensive, while Mashiro tries to walk away. Through the mirror wall however, she still peeks at Dayeon trembling on your inserted fingers and squirting out every last drop. 

#

“A-are we finally done?” 

Dayeon’s question is barely audible in the night sky of Seoul. The front of the dance studio is only illuminated by the city’s light pollution. White and orange light reflects off from the wall and onto Dayeon, who crouches next to you on the still warm concrete. She is the last one to leave. 

“Depends.”

After you sorted things out with Yujin, she and Mashiro went out first. The two didn’t like your method but couldn’t deny the results. Dayeon has never been more honest and lately, she was almost as obedient as a perfectly trained puppy. 

Xiaoting left as well, leaving a note that said You sicko, what the hell have you done? I want to punch you for showing this Mashiro… but also: spank my ass in front of Chaehyun or Dayeon one day, pretty please? Make it redder than my face today!

You had to force Chaehyun to leave. She was cock hungry to no end, but wanted to keep it more private. You only got her to leave after promising to make a wish come true. Before walking out the door, she kissed your cheek and whispered: Fuck my face into door, like you did to Dayeon. Then, do the things from the video with me. A whole night~

“Depends on what?”

Now, it’s only you and Dayeon. You sit down next to her, not wanting to ask to her dumb question, but unlike in the past, she didn’t sound sarcastic. Maybe she genuinely had no clue what you meant.

“Well, it depends if you finally behave.”

“I-I will! I promise to come to every meeting, learn extra hard, a-and rap—”

“Dayeon,” you say and put a finger on her quickly moving lips, “I want you to make this comeback the best thing out there. Use your skill and stage presence to blow everyone away and rock this era, okay? You’ve been getting in your own way and I can’t allow that.”

She blushes and looks away. A car passes by. Its light reflects in her brown orbs. Dayeon can be such a pretty and adorable girl, especially in a moment like this. A moment no one gets to just experience. A moment that makes you shake your head. Rule No. 1, never fall in love, even if they are perfect. Perfect idol, perfect face, perfect kinks. You can’t stumble like this.

“Don’t say this like you’re some white knight who did all these crazy things just to teach me this stupid lesson,” Dayeon giggles and pokes your cheek. You didn’t notice how close you got to her, but this was a good reminder to maybe get some distance between the two of you. Especially in public.

“You’re right. Making these videos and fucking you in front of others isn’t really knight like behaviour, but if I made you rethink your careless attitude and got you back on track, does it really matter? The means, I mean.”

Dayeon smirks and gets into a more comfortable position. Sitting on the ground, on knee up, her chin on it, the other leg stretched out. 

“You’re an idiot. What if I didn’t learn? What if I just miss the next meeting and fuck up the choreo in the last dance practice? What will you do then, Mr. White Knight?”

“I’d realize that you don’t care about your career. I’d order you into my office, remove your clothes violently and then put a choker with the word ‘Whore’ on it around your neck. On a leash, I’d guide you through the office. Everyone would see your bare body, every hole, along with your face. Randomly, I’d finger fuck you till you squirt and spank you for it.”

You get closer to her. Her breath is tickling you as she listens attentively, every sense of her body taking you in. You continue in a deeper tone.

“Imagine as they take pictures of you, videos of your ass, of the marks on your tits, of your blissful face with the choker beneath. This would not be enough. We have to go the extra mile. You know the reporters outside. When they have all gathered, I’d guide you outside and present you like a newly acquired object, before testing you. Live. The hardest thrusts that will make you squirm, scream and cum while the cameras flash and clatter. Your voice will be in the media, the greatest scandal in K-Pop history is Kim Dayeon as she screams for more cock as everyone watches.”

You stop. Her lips are close. Her thighs are close. Her smell is close. She is a heater in overdrive, her eyes barely open and her heartbeat louder than the next car passing by. She doesn’t say a word. Instead she moans. Arousal instead of fear, imagination of glorious pleasure instead of a nightmare. The greatest humiliation is in truth the greatest victory.

“I bet your idol career and public status is more important than that.”

She touches your chest. You can’t get out now. You’re stuck with her, the magnet that attracts you stronger than anyone ever has. She can’t possibly follow you on this one.

“Maybe?”

She kisses you.

“Really?”

You reach for the hem of her jeans.

“Maybe.”

(A/N: I lost the OG pic I wanted to use, but found this while searching. A very hot one, damn Dayeon)

C.Ollection

Male Reader x Shin Yuna, Minatosaki Sana, Chou Tzuyu, Lee Chaeyoung, Lee Nagyung, Hwang Yeji, Myoui Mina, Baek Jiheon, Ahn Yujin (10some)

Length: 13.120 words

“I’m happy to announce that—”

The teacher pauses. The tension rises. The dams are about to break.

“—you all passed the final exams! I’m so proud of you!”

Cheers of joy and ecstasy drown out her final words as your classmates jump up from their chairs, embrace each other, and raise their fists in triumph. Of course, you’re not holding back either. Right in the middle of it, you’re high-fiving students you didn’t get along with for most of the time and share hugs with those you only know the name of. What happened during all those years becomes irrelevant. You all finally did it.

“Congrats!”

Your seatmate launches herself at you with such velocity that you almost trip and fall. Luckily, a table catches you two and you can wrap your arms around the petite girl the same way she wraps around you. Yuna is your best friend and experiencing this moment with her made all those long nights of studying filled with worries worth it. 

“Congrats to you too, Yuna. We did it!”

Yuna isn’t only your best friend, but also the catalyst for why you feel so integrated in this class of thirty-two students. Through her you got close to Yeji, Yuna’s childhood friend, a social butterfly of grand magnitude. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she is friends with ninety percent of this class and has connections to hundreds of people in the city. Yeji gets along with everybody, and you are no exception.

With the people-magnet Yeji and the ever-laughing and flirty Yuna often around, you quickly connected with the so-called “Queens of the front-row": Sana, the never fading sunshine with her irresistibly cute nature; Tzuyu, the awe inducing beauty with her cold, honest responses; and Mina, the quiet princess with her clear, mysterious eyes. Their differences become evident every day so, it baffles you that these three are so different yet so close. 

You look around the room and find the three front-row members, entwined in a hug. Sana is bawling her eyes out in happiness, switching from Tzuyu’s to Mina’s shoulder at a steady pace. She congratulates them over and over, which earns her a soft, genuine, whole hearted smile from Mina. Tzuyu rolls her eyes and sighs playfully before patting the elder’s head. Everytime the three cuties interact, it puts a smile on your face.

“Hey, you!” 

A voice from behind makes you spin around in surprise.

“Jiheon! We finally did it.”

You stretch out your hand, but instead of shaking it, Jiheon grabs your wrist and pulls you into a tight embrace. The smart girl with her puffy, cloud-like cheeks squeezes the last bits of air out of you and flashes her signature eye-smile.

“Of course we did. I knew you could do it!” Jiheon flashes her signature eye-smile.

“Th-thank again for—argh, so tight—he-helping me—I-I can’t breathe though…”

Jiheon lets you go. You suck in as much of the stuffy classroom air as you can. It might be stuffy, but it has Jiheon’s scent in it. You can’t complain about this odor, this soft vanilla perfume she wore almost every time she came to tutor you in mathematics. You’d give her the upcoming history homework and some sweets in return, but she provided more than her expertise on all things numbers-her smile was the greater motivation for you to push through and conquer the final exam. 

“No need to thank me. Wouldn’t have done it without you either.” Jiheon can’t stop smiling. It makes your heart flutter rapidly, like the wings of a hummingbird searching but not finding something sweeter than this flower. Before your cheeks take on the color of Jiheon’s lipstick, you look over her shoulders to her best friends. 

Chaeyoung is gazing out of the window, stuck in what looks like a state of disbelief and happiness. Her black hair travels down her back in straight lines, and your eyes follow them to Nagyung. The party-goer, in her typically chic look, takes a quick selfie before staring back at her phone. She seems to be unfazed by her and everyone’s great achievement. 

“That’s Nakko for ya.” Jiheon giggles and reaches for the smartphone of the often snarky and uncaring Nagyung. She has no time to snatch it back and instinctively shouts:

“Hey! Jiheon, stop!”

“C’mon, stop looking at it, at least for now. Aren’t you happy?”

“Nah, I’m fucking sad, cause Chae made it.” Nagyung snarls. She gives Jiheon a glance and shoots up to catch her. Jiheon is able to hide behind a table and after a quick scuffle, she gives the phone back.

“What?” Chaeyoung shouts, torn out of her trance by the evil joke. You can’t help but laugh whole-heartedly. You’ve known and observed their habits for so long. This outcome was to be expected, even in a great moment like this. It’s like a script they have to play out until the very last day of school. 

Things will never be like this again. Everything changes, it’s inevitable, this is life, better things will come—but for this moment, you want to hold onto it. Never in your hours of tedious studying and boring lessons would you have imagined that the end of school would leave you melancholic. You will miss them all—

Loud steps push you out of the spiral of sadness your mind has entered. The chaos comes to an instantaneous stop as everyone’s attention is gathered onto one person. Ahn Yujin, the class president, decided to climb up on one table and with just her boots hitting the wooden surface, she asserted her authority. It’s no surprise that she is literally everybody’s crush: tall, witty, empathetic, optimistic, and flawlessly attractive from head to toe.

“Guys, I’m so proud of you all!” Yujin shouts and her first sentence is met with roaring cheers. Your teacher sighs and shakes her head, and you can’t blame her. This class of grown-ups looks like a children’s party with Yujin as the undisputed captain. You wouldn’t have it any other way. After all, this captain might actually be perfect.

“I know that some days were rough, but I don’t want to waste anymore thoughts on them. This is the time to embrace the good, be happy about yourself and party until you drop. And if I see any of you not enjoying themselves, I’ll have to slap you. On. The. Back. Of. Your. Head. Love you all!”

So cheesy. So ridiculous. So Yujin. This is why no one can resist her. You’re blessed that she is cool with you as well. However, something is aching in your heart, urging you to maybe, maybe consider her more than a funny fellow, a good friend, a person to admire. 

This should not be the moment to dream about any particular girl. Your heart beats for all of those friends, no matter how close they are, you feel at home with them. Still, you yearn for more. 

#

#

Yeji is one of the first people in your age group to live on her own. Her moderately wealthy parents trust her with a small apartment in a calmer part of the city, which is close to your school and the busy downtown.

Without knocking, you press down the door handle. The metal door opens with ease and the second you peek through the gap, your expectations are fulfilled: the two-room apartment’s living room, though quite spacious, is completely overloaded with girls. Five of them occupy the old, worn-out, olive green couch: Tzuyu who is trying to escape Sana’s tickling attacks, Jiheon who is staring at her phone, a music box in her lap, and Chaeyoung who is rejecting Yuna’s movie choices by slapping the DVD cases away.

“Sana, stop! Oh my God, that tickles!”

“Bluetooth connected successfully.”

“No, this is boring. And this is a romance movie! So extra boring.”

Before you can make your presence known to them, Yeji walks out from the kitchen and up to you. In her hands she balances various board games and snack bags, while looking amused by your concerned reaction.

“Ey, good to see you. Glad you could make it~”

“Can I help you with that?” you ask, seeing either the chips and the UNO cards hit the ground as Yeji continues to lose her grip on them.

“You can only help me by smiling. Hey, it will be fun, I’m sure of it.” 

“Fine. I’ll still carry those,” you say with a grin and quickly move to stabilize the mountain of almost cascading items. Yeji is visibly surprised, then blushes when you take as much as you can get and carry it over to the living room table in front of the couch. The first one to notice you there is Jiheon, who finally wins her fight against the unruly music device to start her playlist.

“Oh, hi! You made it.”

Her smile is a freaking new star, its gravity strong enough to easily suck in the puny sun. You can’t help but return a genuine smile and feel at ease—until another star jumps into your view.

“There you are!” Sana screams at the top of her arms and pulls you into a tight hug. “I forgot to hug you earlier, so sorry! Congrats on passing, you are so awesome.”

“Y-you too, Sana. My God, your energy is incredible.”

“It sure is.” Tzuyu scoffs from behind. Her hair is messy—Sana’s doing. She is out of breath—also Sana’s doing. There is lipstick on her jaw—more surprising than the others, but still Sana’s doing. You can’t help but giggle at the sight and pat Sana’s head.

“Nice to see the two of you here. Now, where is Mina? Our front-row wouldn’t be complete without her.”

“She is in the kitchen, preparing something,” Chaeyoung says, more into the air than towards you. She is still closely inspecting two DVD cases Yuna presents her. Suddenly, she shoots out her hand and grabs one. Yuna’s slightly annoyed eyes turn bright and she grins in excitement.

“This one?” she asks, bouncing up and down the couch.

“Yep. Sounds like a good one,” Chaeyoung says and raises the case high up.

“Yes! I knew you had taste.”

The two of them try a cool handshake and fail in embarrassing fashion. You wrap your arms around both of them to form a threesome hug, but Chaeyoung wasn’t ready. You all collapse onto the cushions, next to Jiheon, who begins to laugh hysterically.

“Oops. I didn’t know you two were this close,” you say to them.

“And I didn’t know you were such a klutz,” Chaeyoung snarks from below you.

“Now, now, don’t fight,” a soft voice from behind calmly says. You look over the shoulder and see Mina walking out of the kitchen, a huge plate with sandwiches in her tender hands. Her expression is stern and strict at first, but then her adorable smile cracks through and you can’t help but blush. 

“H-hey, Mina.”

“Hi~” “Okay, okay, enough ‘Hi’s’,” Tzuyu says and rolls her eyes. “Can we start doing something, anything now? I’m bored as hell. No, Sana, tickling is not an activi—ah, stop!”

The two of them fall into wanted and unwanted laughter when Sana dives back onto the couch and places her fingers on Tzuyu’s sides. Yeji and Mina squeeze themselves into the empty space that is not occupied by the bodies of Tzuyu and Sana wrestling for control and almost falling off the couch. Awkward silence is creeping up, everyone searches for words in their head, when suddenly a savior arrives.

“What’s up, losers!”

Nagyung comes crashing through the door, bottles of heavy liquor in various colors in her arms. It’s a miracle that they don’t burst on the floor with how she reels from side to side. Behind her is someone a lot calmer and probably less tipsy. Yujin carries a bag filled with cocktail ingredients and crushed ice, a bright smile on her pretty face.

“Nakko, what the fuck!” Yeji screeches and sprints towards her friend, “You could have broken my door and the alcohol.”

“But I didn’t,” Nagyung giggles, preparing to take another sip from the whiskey in her hand. Yeji takes it away from her with a hiss and orders her to help put out the drinks on the living room table, which gets even more crowded than the already filled couch.

Gentleman-like, you offer Yujin to carry the bag the rest of the way. She shuts the door with her free hand and moves to hand you the bag. But before you have full control over it, she whispers into your ear. Words that are genuinely nice and warming have a completely different effect when they are pronounced with a sultry, teasing tone:

“Glad to see you here, otherwise… I would not have come.”

This must be an illusion, you think, because in the next second, Yujin is brightly and cheerfully joining everyone on the couch. She is not one to say such words, let alone to you. You must be imagining things, after all, there are a total of nine beautiful girls right in front of you. Some weird thoughts or horniness could overtake you now, but they are all just your friends. It’s time to celebrate with them.

“Who is gonna use the shaker?” Yeji asks as the movie starts to play and everyone is distracted with drinking, scrolling, eating, “I’d really like a bartender right now.”

“I’ll be the bartender,” you say, and Nakko cheers the loudest. She throws you the shaker and before you begin to mix the first drink, you realize something. For the first time tonight, your eyes fall to their outfits. Most of them decided to wear their school uniforms, a look which you are used to, but you expected them to be more casual. After all, school is over. Nakko, Yuna and Tzuyu get it. Their outfits are loose, they are ready to party. 

But if you’re honest to yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Jiheon, Mina, Chaeyoung, Sana, Yeji and Yujin get it as well. This is how you will remember them, how they looked the most attractive. All is perfect at the after party.

#

Intoxicated, your state of mind summed up in one accurate yet untrue word. You have not tasted copious amounts of liquor, just some vodka mixed with cola. Nothing you can’t handle usually. What you cannot handle is the girl next to you, the one that’s digging her hand into her hair and pulling you closer. Her scent is scintillating, but your mind is too occupied with the equally scintillating look in her eyes to figure out what it actually is. The smell of a flower, probably.

“Yuna, you’re drunk,” you whisper with a smile on your slightly rosy features.

“Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact,” she responds. A sheet of paper would not fit between your lips and hers. You’re happy that you somehow found your way behind the couch, where the others can’t see your breath collide with Yuna’s as she gets hotter and hotter—and you’re not talking about her already blazing body heat. 

“What fact?” you squeeze out, but Yuna is unwilling to answer. Her fingers flash her neediness when she tugs your short strands to make lips crash roughly into each other. At first you feel this unbearable urge to shove her into the back of the couch and give her a vengeful kiss, rougher than her nails in your skull. But feeling Yuna melt with every touch of your body on hers, you decide to stroke her nape gently. 

It’s another hug, just like this morning. Except for all the added drool being exchanged, fingers searching more intimately and a knee finding a soft, leaking spot. Yuna’s skirt is not doing its job. She pulled it up a little bit earlier to get your attention and now she is pulling it up again to give you access to her core. Your knee rubs on it, guided by caution and desire to make her feel more. Yuna squirms and your lips disconnect. 

“What was that?” Nagyung shouts, her voice as bewildered as it is drunk.

“You should stop drinking, now you’re hearing things,” Yeji responds from the kitchen. 

“I didn’t hear anything either, “ Jiheon adds, lazily bobbing her head to the music.

“That’s because you’re so close to the box,” Yujin says and rises from the couch. The creaking of the olive green cushions makes you jump. Unlike Yuna, who still seems to be drunk in your kiss and lurks for more, you are fearful of the rest seeing you. They don’t need to see this, hell, you shouldn’t just have done this. You’re not even sure of your feelings—

A shadow falls over you. The ceiling lamp is blocked by Yujin, who peeks over the edge of the couch to where you and Yuna are hidden. Granted, it was a terrible hideout to begin with, so it’s no surprise that you are screwed now. You just have to find an explanation for this. Yujn is definitely not going to keep it a secret, it would betray her character. 

“Hm~” 

Yujin stretches out a long hum and leans further down. Your eyes dart in between her beautiful, naughty face to Yuna’s equally beautiful and downright horny face. Before you can whisper out a question, Yujin presses a big smooch on your left cheek. As you stand there, the frozen receiver of crimson red lipstick on your visage, Yuna takes the chance and adds light pink to the other cheek. 

A new feeling overtakes your mind and body. An opportunity like this is once in a lifetime for most people, so you should take it. Whatever the rest may say or think about you, there will maybe never be another time where two girls are so eager to have you. With one hand in her soft, long raven hair, you signal Yujin to climb down to you. 

“No,” she says with a giggle, “you come up here. This is a show for everyone.”

“Yes,” Yuna adds with a needy whine, “I’m sure the others would want to at least watch.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Yujin and Yuna might not look the strongest, but when they want to, they can easily lift you over the back of the couch onto the cushions. You almost crash into Nagyung pouring herself a new drink and Jiheon playing on her phone, but Yujin makes sure you safely land in between them.

“Huh? Where did you come from?” Sana asks in surprise, putting her glass filled with Mojito down. 

“I-I…”

“I don’t care anymore,“ Yuna says as she follows your path, and immediately sits down on your crotch. One hand snakes up your body to your chin, the other opens her skirt and a merry and excited Yujin helps her remove it. Yuna’s face is close to you again, her finger forcing you to look directly at it and not her exposed panties over your growing erection. 

“Please, please just take me,” she whines.

“Yes, please!” Yujin joins, her whine more exaggerated while her digits roam your thighs and then reach for your belt. You take a second to breathe and understand that although they might seem to be in charge, they still need you to go along with it. Without your okay, there will be no start, no show, no satisfaction. 

Though Yujin turns you on, you still feel embarrassed, ashamed even that you dare do this out in the open. Everyone’s eyes are on you. You can only assume their judgmental thought and inner disgust, how indignant they have to be about you. 

Suddenly, Yeji pushes Nakyung to the side and reaches for your hand and places it in between her legs. Her eyes sparkle in a mix of drunkenness and want. The same want makes her growl into the stunned room:

"You better say yes, ‘cause I lo—fuck, just do it.”

This is once in a lifetime, once in a billion lifetimes. 

“Yes.”

The word comes out firmly. Your mind, already clouded from before, is now completely dazed by the attack on all your senses on your body. There is Yuna, grinding her wet, covered sex on your bulge. Then there is Yujin, getting rid of your pants and boxers urgently. Then there is Yeji and her moans from shoving your hand below her skirt. 

“Guys, what the fuck is g—oh my God!”

Jiheon’s shriek doesn’t faze you, nor the four girls around you at all. Four, because Sana has decided to kneel next to you and massage your abdomen. She still sips the Mojito and gives Yuna a judging, unamused look.

“You better take it now, baby, or I’ll take it from you, no hesitation,” Yuna is barely able to keep the drool behind her lips as they gasp for the courage to go down on your cock. She can only feel its length and girth, but it’s enough to make her drip and scared.

“I’ll help, hm~"Yujin giggles and you feel her warm, delicate hand on your phallus. She drags you over the drenched spot on Yuna’s panties, until she pushes them to the side without warning.

A gasp from Yuna. Yours is muted by Sana’s sudden lips. Your whine when your dick starts to disappear into Yuna’s pussy cannot be muted however. Her fingers dig into your chest, transferring the initial pain from her newly stretched walls onto you. 

You don’t feel the pain. You only feel bliss and an untapped feral desire for more of it. More of this wet warmth, to fuck your stiff erection into tight holes. It’s frustratingly difficult in this position, but luckily Yuna adjusts quickly and starts to bounce. Her beautiful body goes up and down quickly. 

A collective groan fills the room. The desire inside Yuna must have been contagious for Yujin, then Yeji, then Sana, now someone else—or everyone else. Yuna is the first to moan and whimper freely, and Yujin joins her. Her core rubs on your bare thigh, barely noticeable by the others as her crotch is still covered by her blue skirt. 

Giving two girls audible pleasure is not enough to satisfy your greed. With both your hands you reach for Yeji’s panties and tug at them. She gets the cue and in a second they are at her knees for  you to plunge into her wetness. Her clit is as hard as you and her entrance is wide open. Fun toys to play with for sure, even more so when you get to hear another feminine voice coo and squeal. 

“Ah, so big,” Yuna squeezes out through heavy breaths, “I-I wanted this f-for so long, f-fuck.”

“Hm, I bet you did,” Sana giggles unusually creepy, “now ride it like the whore you are.”

Together with the help of Yujin, Sana pulls up Yuna’s crop top. Instead of removing it however, they keep it above her head as a restraint to attack her sensitive spots. Yujin’s fingers move to Yuna’s nipples and rub them in quick circles while Sana’s tongue moves to Yuna’s smooth armpit and licks across it. The young woman whimpers with tears in her eyes.

“N-no stop, it tick-tickles, ah!”

Yuna’s walls force a tight death grip on your cock. If only you had more wiggle room, you’d fuck her to orgasm right now. Yeji has to be your stress relief even more. You finger fuck her harder. Intentionally you hit her clit to make her yelp at the roughness on her sensitive nub. Seeing Yuna’s sensitive nubs played with probably turns her on even more. There is a death grip on your fingers now.

“D-don’t, please, don’t m-make me cum with just y-your fingers!”

“Shut up. You two will cum when I command you. You are so needy and lewd, so you don’t get to choose.”

Yuna reaches the peak of her speed, while Yujin pinches her peaks and Sana gives kisses on her bright pit and you decide it’s time for two more peaks. First is Yeji, who is unable to deal with your thumb flicking the bud above her pussy. She squirms and cries and almost tumbles off the couch as her eyes roll back in bliss. 

Yuna gets hit even harder. Her sweaty body shivers all throughout, which is a sight to behold. The only thing better is her pussy, mirroring the tremble her frame is going through and molding it onto your cock. Or you are molding her. Doesn’t matter.

Four hands guide the blonde, blissful girl off of your still solid shaft. You can only guess who the two people were, because Yujin and Sana fight for who can go next. The younger one has the clear edge, as she already sits on your thigh, but Sana does not give up. She rises to her feet and pins Yujin against the backrest.

“I will go next,” she threateningly hums straight into Yujin’s face. Goosebumps run down your skin. Something has been awakened in Sana, something that has completely changed her behavior. This is not what Sana is in school with her friends, with everyone, but this is her when she craves a good fucking. 

“B-but I—” Yujin stutters before Sana presses a finger on her burning red lips.

“You can play with my tits, class president, but you don’t get to go before me. Understood?”

Sana oozes of dominance and a clear disdain for everyone else’s pleasure. She just wants to get fucking on with it and luckily for her, it has a strong effect on Yujin. The heavily blushing, taller girl shrinks and wordlessly crawls behind her. As if they had trained it before, they start to get rid of Sana’s clothes by opening buttons and zippers. Your hands still covered in Yeji’s slick, you urge them to stop.

“I want you to wear it, Sana. You look fucking hot.”

“Th-thank you.” 

“Now get on top of it.”

Another pair of panties is pulled aside. Sana’s lower lips wrap around you and she is able to take most of you easily. A low groan from her when there is only a little bit to go. She starts to struggle with it though, her already fast breaths becoming rapid. 

You’re not going to lie, she already feels amazing and warm and it’s incredible how she starts to melt and lose all confidence with the rest of your dick penetrating her, but you want more. Her sudden dominance and different demeanor, you want to break it out of her. Take all your strength and thrust your hips upwards. 

“Ah, fuck, ah!”

The audio-visual-tactile sensation of your deep penetration leaves you as stunned as Sana for a second. Her high frequency scream, her pain-then-pleasure ridden face, her spasming cunt, they all combine to give you another level of desire. It’s not enough to break Sana’s fake dominance, it’s time to make her your toy. 

Sana might just feel the same.

“I-I can’t, ah.”

“Is he really that big?” Yujin asks with an equal amount of mockery and awe. 

“Hm, he is so d-deep.”

“Oh~ Don’t you want to ride him so hard, you lose your mind? Become addicted to him, just like Yuna, just like me?”

Yujin finds a gap in Sana’s vest and kneads her breasts through it. At the same time she finds a gap in Sana’s lips and puts two fingers in her mouth. The full on attack is the reason drool not only pools in her mouth, but also drips out. Yujin collects it between her fingers to form strings. She knows how to make the elder look absolutely cock drunk. 

“Bounce on it,” Yujin groans bewitchingly. It’s so powerful, you feel the other girls gasp around you for air. It’s like the room heats up and so does the girl wrapped around your shaft. She begins slowly, a disappointed wince when she isn’t fully stuffed for a second, then a pained wince when you stretch her entire hole. 

“Good girl. Now, go faster, okay~? Or should I take it away from you?”

The sweetest threat you have ever heard from the class president sends you into bliss. Sana is suddenly eager to wring you dry with her mindless riding, ten times faster than before. Her walls may not be as slick or hot as Yuna’s but her goddamn tightness makes up for it. You throw your head back as every second surpasses the next in pleasure. 

On the spot where you fingered Yeji not too long ago, Chaeyoung has taken her place, with Nagyung now drinking and reeling next to the couch. Chaeyoung seems to be equally interested in fingers, as two of them splay her pussy underneath her skirt. You’re not entirely sure what she is trying to do with her other hand, but it looks like she tries to open her blazer to free her breasts. Chaeyoung’s gaze however is not at her task, but at Sana’s orgasmic face.

Suddenly, a tall figure appears next to you. Just by looking at parts of the outfit your blurry brain can make out who it is. Tzuyu fidgets in her plaid skirt studded with black and red squares. Her breath is deep enough to be heard through Sana’s moans and cries as she loses her last bit of rationale on your throbbing cock. 

“Pl-please,” Tzuyu stutters and moves closer to you, “I fe-feel itchy. Can y-you help me?”

It’s very unlike her to not get straight to the point. Of course, this is a very unusual situation, but you still intend on letting her wait. Not only because Sana feels too fucking good to pull out of now, but also because you got a better idea to kill two birds with one stone.

“I’ll—fuck—I’ll only help you Tzuyu, when you help Chaeyoung. Look at her! She can’t even undress herself properly.”

Tzuyu whines. She surely wanted something else, but she still complies. Carefully she kneels in the tiny spot between you and Chaeyoung. From this angle you can easily look under her skirt to find drenched panties and jiggly thighs. Tzuyu will definitely get her fair share of cock soon. Or maybe you stick your tongue into that deliciously smelling hole.

“Ah, fuck, I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I’m—”

“Yes, Sana, cum. Cum around his cock like the horny bitch you are.”

Sana’s walls convulse stronger than ever before. With Yujin biting on her neck, she cums violently on your cock. Unable to keep herself upright, it’s only with the help of Yujin and Nagyung that she doesn’t come crashing down painfully. Almost instantly, the bubbly, then dominant, then mindless girl falls asleep. You kinda want to be proud of yourself for at least a moment, but Yujin is already eager and happy to straddle your lap. 

Before she can insert your cock inside her certainly smooth and certainly moist cavern, your desire to switch this up overtakes you. A clear majority, maybe all nine of the girls are desperate for you, so why should you be the one on the bottom. Although it feels amazing, you are not a dildo being passed around on a girls’ sleepover. 

You push Yujin off into the back cushions and raise your upper body. In your eyes is unbridled horniness, a need to take control of this mess: Nagyung is stuck under Sana and tries to free herself without waking her up. Behind you are Tzuyu and Chaeyoung, playing with each other’s freed breasts. They will surely move on to their pussies soon. Although needy, they are still occupied. 

Yeji and Mina are occupied as well. They stand in the kitchen’s door frame and furiously make out. Mina is clearly in charge, her knees pressed to Yeji’s core. Their eyes are closed, sure, but they couldn’t look hornier. Yuna is gone. She is not in this room anymore. She got her fair share already, but she certainly looks like the type to go for another round. 

Lastly, you find Jiheon. She sits at the far corner of the couch, her face hidden behind timid hands. All you see from her is a strong blush or red in between tiny gaps between her fingers. She has the most natural reaction to this chaos, to this absolute madness of hormones. If you were still yourself, you’d feel pity for her. 

This new you doesn’t know pity. You look below you, into Yujin’s wide open orbs. She looks the horniest and that is saying something. To take her right now would be easy. Quick pleasure for the both of you. But you have this want, this want to keep her waiting. 

You move down to peck her lips, your cock brushing against the soft skin of her ass. 

“Sorry, Yujinie~ Tzuyu asked nicely, so I’ll take her first.”

“What? No, that’s unfair! I was here before her.”

“Hm, but she asked. You didn’t.”

You turn around to crawl over the couch towards Tzuyu, who is still helping Chaeyoung, but in an unexpected way. The two of them somehow moved to a 69 position, with Tzuyu at the bottom and Chaeyoung above her. From your angle you can perfectly see Tzuyu’s hole as it twitches with every lick Chaeyoung gives her clit.

“Does this help your itch, Tzuyu?” you teasingly ask and rub your cock on her lips and Chaeyoung’s lips. 

“Hm, only a bit. I-I think I need something bigger.”

“Like this?”

No need to warn her any further. Tzuyu feels her pussy part and you feel her walls clench down hard. Her surprised yelp quickly turns to moans, muffled only by her tongue fucking in and out of Chaeyoung’s hole. 

Your eyes fall shut. You want to revel in this symphony of lewd sounds, of three very different voices moaning out obscenities, of two holes with audible wetness from different kinds of fucking, of one couch creaking every time you buckle your hips. The stimulation in your ears is excellent, a perfect addition to Tzuyu’s suffocating grip and her relentless need to take more of your cock. Her pussy tries to suck you in, you can feel it, you can hear—by God, if only you could see it. 

Your eyes jump open. In a frenzy, you grab Chaeyoung’s raven hair and yank it back. Her face is gorgeous, it was before, but not to the absurd extent it is now. Every twist of Tzuyu’s tongue, every flick on Chaeyoung’s nub, every pinch on her delicate skin, they all become visible on her features. Those erotic contortions become your motivator to go faster. 

“Since when, fuck, since when are you two so horny?”

Your question falls on deaf ears. Maybe they didn’t even hear it, because Tzuyu’s moans have turned to screams the moment you started to move your hips at a neck breaking pace. It won’t kill anybody’s neck of course, but maybe the couch. The cushions get stained by sweat, saliva, girl juice, probably some of Nagyung’s whiskey as well, and soon, they might crumble to your pounding.

It is Tzuyu, who crumbles first however. She has resorted to fingering Chaeyoung at the same pace as you fuck her pussy. Her mouth is a mess of drool and gagged up screams. You should have asked if she could take it, but the tall one is not complaining. She digs her nails into Chaeyoung’s large ass cheeks and makes her scream along the ride. 

Tzuyu’s orgasm is imminent. Her walls try everything in their tight, hot power to force out your first load of the night, but you have different plans. As Tzuyu gets fucked over the edge and falls into a delirium of moans, tears and convulsions, you pull out of her. With all the strength in your unmuscular, but determined thighs, you rise to a level where your cock meets Chaeyoung’s lips. Her luscious lips part easily.

“Why are you so fucking hot, fuck!”

Hot drool, hot pussy juice, a lube for you to face fuck Chaeyoung roughly. You go beyond her barriers, smash her face on your abdomen and let your dick fill out her throat. Concerning gags and a violent spasm of her arms cannot reach you. Your only concern is to finally fuck her face. This stupidly wonderful face, better than any porno or erotica novel. You can’t help yourself.

Pull out and slam back in, as you did with Tzuyu’s sex. You left Tzuyu breathless and you leave Chaeyoung breathless in a more literal sense. Air only comes in in tiny intervals when you rest and adjust for a second or two. Then it’s back to making her gag and cry. 

Unbeknownst to you at first, Chaeyoung has positioned herself to sit on Tzuyu’s face. A tongue, a nose, a wet face are Chaeyoung’s toy to ride on as you use her as a toy to let out a new feral desire. Indulgence in this desire is inevitable. Otherwise someone would have stopped you. But even though the pain in her throat and on her scalp must be harsh, Chaeyoung gets off on the way you asphyxiate her and pull her hair. It’s enough to send her into a climax. 

“F-fuck, I hate, fuck you!”

In the moment of Chaeyoung’s orgasm, she denies yours. She pushes you off and gasps for air, while her back arches at the torturous pleasure. You’re uncertain if her curses are directed at you and if they are a detriment for any future contact you may have with her. Someone is not too keen on giving you time to think however.

“Oh my God, that was so fucking hot! Please, me next!”

Your first guess would have been Yujin, but it’s a different girl that catches your attention. Nagyung wraps her arms around your trembling thighs and kisses your skin all the way to your balls. You hiss and try to get her off with a simple shove, but she remains persistent.

“Please, do that to my ass next, please fuck me. It’s been so long, plow my ass, destroy it like, like—”

“Hold on, you—since when do you go for me, what the fuck?”

The second, rougher attempt of shoving her off works and Nagyung falls into the couch. Her face is red all over—shocker—but it’s probably more because of the ridiculous amount of alcohol in her system than the actual sex. Nagyung is no stranger to sexual experiences. She is a freak, and everyone in her circle of friends knows it. However, she has certain rules she wants to follow. One of those rules is to never fuck with a certain friend: you. 

“If I had just known you were this crazy, fuck, I’d let you hit it earlier.”

Nagyung wiggles her shorts off quickly and goes for her top. You shake your head in disbelief.

“I thought you didn’t do this? You always excluded me.”

“Fuck, that stupid rule. Is it really gonna keep you from fucking this?”

If her voice is seductive, her position is the fucking snake from the garden of eden. Nagyung is on her knees, her ass pointed at you, her cheeks spread by delicate hands. She winks over her shoulders as her wavy hair covers parts of her biteable shoulders and smooth back. Then she sticks out her tongue and you go berserk. 

Or you would have. You would have just fucked her brown hole immediately, if she didn’t suddenly have this stupid piece of plastic in her hand. A second rule of hers and you hate it with all your horny might.

“Really?”

“Put it on, quick.”

You tear open the packaging and roll down the condom. Your pre-cum, Chaeyoung’s drool and a mixture of pussy juices won’t get fucked into Nagyung’s delicious looking asshole, but you will make sure to fill her deep nonetheless.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big. Go slow, go slow!”

“I thought you wanted it fast, bitch!”

“Sh-shut up, j-just let me get u-used to it.”

You play with her beautiful hair. What could have been nothing but gentleness as you slowly inch deeper into Nagyung’s forbidden entrance, turns into a show of dominance. With locks entwined in your fist, you pull Nagyung’s hair back and her head closer to your face.

Her scent is pure sex. The intoxication from her wetness, her sweat, her indescribable sexual fragrance is mixed with the smell of Bourbon. You bite her neck to force out a hiss. The last bit of your cock finally disappears in her and you feel her wiggle to adjust herself. This fucking wiggle of this fucking ass, it makes you go insane. To release some tension, you bite her earlobe. Gently, not to cause a bleed, but to show her that she will get what she asked for.

On your conditions.

“You like it when I call you bitch?”

“Uhm, I-I—”

“You like it when a huge cock is filling your slutty ass?”

“Hm, fuck, y-yes.”

“You like it when your friends can watch? There are so many of them, all eyes could be on you.”

Nagyung’s eyes wander around the room. You can’t see it, but you know it. The inside of her hole tenses up, she is probably becoming more aware, embarrassed by the situation. Are you the first to put her into such a situation? On her knees, in front of horny, but maybe still judging eyes, with someone calling her bitch and controlling her? 

You softly massage her large cheeks. If it weren’t for the horny taking over your mind, you would hate to admit that Nagyung’s ass always had your attention. Its incredible, round shape and the way she shakes it with her confident steps is something to behold. Give this confidence back to her.

“You have no idea how amazing you are, how good you feel. I bet you’ll be the first to make me cum here. And I bet I can make you cum so hard, you will feel light headed and stupid afterwards. So… relax, bitch.”

Nagyung takes a deep breath. The painfully tight grip gets a little looser, but her texture remains prominent. It’s like her tension is transferred to you. You need every bit of it to keep your legs stable. This position gives you leverage, but it will drain stamina when she is finally ready.

A final wiggle of her butt, a hum, a tiny ‘okay’ from her lips. Your hands hold onto her hips and you prepare yourself for a hole made for milking. 

Your veiny cock rubs along Nagyung’s tight walls, on its way out, on its way in. It’s not yet the plowing she begged for, but you pick up the pace with every thrust. It continues and Nagyung’s deep moans rise in frequency and then in pitch when you go full on mayhem. 

All her experience with other men, other cocks couldn’t prepare her for you. This is what she wanted when she went for you seconds after you ruined Chaeyoung’s throat. Someone to reach deeper into her than any toy ever did, someone with a circumference to stretch her hole, someone with the audacity to fuck every part of her ass up. Today, you are that someone.

Hands fly and spank and dig into her skin. Ripples and waves on Nagyung’s ass mesmerize you, force you to fuck harder and slap her harder. You wish you could stuff her lewd mouth with another hand but it’s too much fun to ruin something your eyes were glued on for a seemingly endless time. 

The first inches of her puckered hole have already been shaped by multiple other cocks, but you mold and stretch them new. You leave a new mark, in width, in depth and she appreciates it with mindless moans and the occasional obscenity when you intentionally crash your hips into her ass with all your might. 

The tightness of three pussies and one throat before were all amazing, but in a moment like this, where your orgasm is finally about to become a reality, you think of this as the tightest hole. The condom sealing you is not enough to sway your opinion. It cannot keep you from fucking your seed deep into Nakyoung’s ass, deep and hard, to make her lose her fucking mind.

“You bitch, Nakko! You like this, you love this!”

A booming slap. Her cheeks are red and wobble like pudding.

“Yes, fuck, yes! You, you’re the best!”

Push her face into the cushions. Her pussy leaks like a broken pipe.

“I’m gonna fucking unload in you, bitch! This ass is—”

You swear you stretch the condom to its maximum extent. The thin fabric has to deal with your size and the size of your load blasting out in ropes. A satisfied groan from your dry mouth. You back out of Nagyung’s ass too quickly and leave her painfully wide agape. However, the condom with your semen is stuck in her, only a tiny part sticking out. The girl whines as her knees still show the aftermath of her prolonged orgasm.

“Clench, bitch!” you command, the opening of the condom in your hand. Nagyung does as told, her sweaty face looking back at you. Her wavy hair has gotten all over her face and forms different waves by sticking to her forehead and cheeks and lips. 

“I’ll pull it out now. I bet you slut know this feeling.”

Like a buttplug stuck in an inexperienced, way-too-tight hole, you play with the cum filled condom and pull it out. Nagyung whines and it’s so delicious to you. So submissive, so girly, she even spreads her cheeks again. At the widest part, she gets louder and tighter. The white oozes out of the condom and all over her feet and thighs, let alone the carpet. 

“Shit, why did you do that?”

Yujin sits beside you on the couch, her legs spread wide, fingers on her clit. She tries to give a tempting smirk, but her desperation is hidden in plain sight. Poor Yujin, you will have fun denying her a bit longer. Uninterested, you turn back to Nagyung and caress her hair.

“Nakko, you good?”

“I need a minute, fuck. That was intense. You’re intense.”

“Was it too harsh? I’m—”

“Just know it was the best, you’re the best.”

“Be honest if it was too much, okay?”

Nagyung giggles and lets herself melt onto the carpet floor.

“I dunno if I can walk. And that is fucking awesome.”

“Hello? I’m here too!”

No matter how loud she is, Yujin will promptly be ignored. 

What cannot be ignored however, is a whimper coming from the kitchen. It’s accompanied by a naughty giggle and you can already assume who the two girls are. Against Yujin’s loud protest, you walk to the barely lit kitchen. Only the dim moonlight shows you what’s happening. 

Mina sits on one of the kitchen chairs. On her left thigh, a quivering Yeji gradually grinds up and down the exposed skin. Yeji’s hands grasp her skirt or Mina’s shirt with such intensity, it looks like she is cramping up. The older one on the other hand has a relaxed hand on Yeji’s waist while holding a wine glass carelessly in the other. The ruby liquid sways from side to side, mimicking Yeji almost perfectly. 

“Woah, what are you two doing?” you say in confusion as your cock has no time to go limp. Mina’s soft smile confuses you the most. It’s unfitting for the situation and it makes her look like she has Yeji as her pet. The younger girl grinds and leaks, clearly without release, but desperate need. Since when is Mina like that?

“We have waited for you, Mister,” Mina says, sultry. Serious, seriously sultry. She places down the glass and uses both her hands to lift Yeji up just a bit from her thigh.

“Y-you are s-so mean, Mister. I wa-wanted to cum on your co-cock,” Yeji whines. Both her legs wobble uncontrollably, her face is a mess of drool and tears. Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined someone being this horny, especially not Yeji. Of course you’re not going to keep her waiting for longer. You grab her sides and spin her around, the soft texture of her ass grinding on your shaft. Before you can finally give her what she wants, Mina interrupts you.

“Wait. I’ve waited so long for an opportunity like this, fuck.”

You follow Mina’s delicate fingers as they move through the moonlight. She swiftly pops open her shirt to reveal firm breasts in a light blue lace bra. With equal swiftness and a lot more elegance, she pulls down her panties from underneath her skirt and lays down on the kitchen floor. The white tiles surrounding her shine the brightest in this otherwise dim scene. The reflection must surely show your confused face. 

“Fuck her,” Mina huffs, the sultriness in her voice overshadowed by wanton desire, “Fuck her right above me. I want all your juices raining onto my body.”

“Mi-Mina?” Yeji moans as you begin to grind your cock on her slit, “What are yo—ah!”

No more questions, no more hesitations, no more meaningless interruptions. Your brain is absolutely focused on this thrilling moment. They have said enough words to get you ready for endless rounds of hard, sweaty sex and now you only want to hear their moans. Your cock easily glides into Yeji, as hard as it was before thanks to Mina’s surprising kink. 

Before your eyes, the quiet princess of the front row fondles her own breasts and presses her fingers knuckles deep into her pussy, all while her friend gets railed a breath away. This has truly been the day of surprises for you, so it’s nice that you are already somewhat familiar with something. Your fingers have already tried Yeji’s warm pussy with an excellent grip and drip of natural lubricant.

The sloppy, wet sounds as you fuck into Yeji from behind make you realise that Mina’s plan to get sprayed on might actually work. By the volume of her moans and her neediness from before, it won’t take long for Yeji to cum soon. You’ll make sure that she is in the perfect position to squirt her cum all over Mina.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, I’m going to—ah!”

As the thought still crosses your slowly processing mind, Yeji has already begun to release. Unfortunately for Mina, your cock is a secure plug in Yeji’s pussy and so most of the clear liquid gets sprayed down her shaking legs. You feel Yeji get limp in your arms, so you catch her quickly.

“What a waste,” Mina sighs and decreases the speed of her fingers on her clit.

“Hm, I think she still has more.”

“Wha—ey, what are you—oh my God!”

You give the homeowner no warning. Yeji finds herself in a full nelson, your cock hilt deep in her pussy. Every inch of your cock grinds on her entire pussy. The standing position was great, but with the help of gravity, you can feel all of Yeji, and you can feel that she has more to release.

“You’re so wet, I bet you can cum all night.”

You bite Yeji’s ear. It’s the feral beast inside you taking over, but it’s also out of pain. The struggle to lift her up is having its effects on your muscles and bones. It’s a worthwhile trade, because Yeji feels ridiculously good. Something about the texture of her insides, her post-orgasmic squeeze and the perfect lubrication makes you forget all the other girls you’ve fucked tonight. 

Your focus is on Yeji’s insides, while Mina is the added visual. She moans just like her friend does, she looks incredibly hot just like her friend does and she is getting close to orgasm—unlike Yeji, who suddenly begins to squirt even more violently than before. This time, the tsunami of her juices pushes your cock out and washes over Mina’s body. 

Dark spots form all over her shirt, her skirt is a mess and from afar, it looks like tears rain down Mina’s face. Euphoria is on her features however, no hint of annoyance or pain. She finger fucks herself faster, barely open eyes still picking up what you are doing with her friend. 

“One more, Yeji. Right on her face.”

“I c-can’t, too much, oh!”

You take a step forward as you plunge back into Yeji’s pussy. Mina is now in between your legs, basically looking straight up to see the quick, slick penetration of your shaft into a gaping Yeji. She might not squeeze down as much as before, but you know she has a final load in store. So do you, which is why you try to cum as quickly as possible. It’s a race against Yeji’s sudden orgasms that she doesn’t announce at all. She just moans and screams in a high pitch, similar to Sana earlier. 

“You two look so, fuck, good. I’m about to—”

The groan from below you is drowned out by Yeji’s shriek and final release. In what is her strongest burst as a fire hydrant, she milks you roughly. With just a few jerks in her spasming cunt, you cum inside her. In what can only be described as unbelievable luck, you’re able to place down Yeji right above Mina’s face. Along with her final drops, your stickiness runs out of Yeji. The marble colored liquid finds its way onto Mina’s tongue and chin. 

“Hm!”

A gulp and a shake. Mina’s body shudders and flails like it’s been hit with electricity, as if her pussy is a power outlet and she stuck her fingers inside. Luckily, it’s just her climax, the pure pleasure shooting through your veins that is addicting and tiring. The two of them collapse, their breaths still heavy at first, but with a little time, they doze off. 

Your sore muscles and your overall stamina wish the same fate upon you, but your heart is still pounding and pumping blood through your body. To be more specific, there is one area where it loves to pump the red liquid and so you stand erect once more. Mina and Yeji both out of the equation, you move your greedy eyes to search for the next one. Luckily, there is someone peeking through the door frame. 

“S-s-sorry for looking!”

“Nah, come back here.”

You reach for her wrist before she can escape. Granted, she didn’t really try to escape. Though her hand covers her mouth and cheek, her gaze still rests on the mess you made with the help of Yeji. Through the dimmed lights you can still see the flush creeping up and all over her face. If you remember correctly, it’s been there from the beginning. 

“I re-really didn’t want to—”

“Jiheon, did you enjoy what you saw?”

“Wha, no, I-I mean—”

Jiheon stops her words. She can’t look at you, instead she turns away. You decide to tease her with a smirk and lean close to her ear. Hot breath over her hot face, it makes Jiheon’s breathe heavy. She huffs through her hand, then you remove it and place it on your thigh. 

“You want to touch it? Go for it all, like your friends?”

“I-I-I don’t know.”

“You can say no, Jiheon, it’s fine, but I can see what your hand is doing.”

A timid face, cute and shy, but Jiheon’s hand is playing a different game. It creeps up your thigh, stops right before your abdomen and then inches closer to your twitching member. The tease of her soft tips doesn’t match your want to ravage, go for the next orgasm as quickly as possible. 

“Jiheon, do you want it? Touch it? Suck it? Cum on it?”

Jiheon tenses up at your final offer. She slowly raises her head and you see trembling, uncertain puppy eyes that have a hundred insecurities but also a thousand cravings in every sparkle. Before she even says it, your dumb brain has understood it.

“B-but I ne-never had s-sex before.”

“So, you’re saying—fuck, you’re still a virgin? I’m so sorry, fuck, we shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, it’s okay, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine Jiheon. No matter how horny we are, we shouldn’t just have an orgy around someone who is uncomfortable with it.”

“But I wasn’t uncomfortable!” Jiheon protests and amplifies her words by placing her second hand on your other thigh, “Ju-just because I never had s-sex before doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy, like, looking at it.”

Silence. You’re glad that your stupid brain is still able to contain the rampant horniness and remain somewhat reasonable, but that’s where it stops. You have no clue what to say. Jiheon seems to be too embarrassed to get new words out. An awkward stalemate, where nothing happens. You take the time to take in the beauty of Jiheon. How her cheeks puff with each deep breath, how she slightly fidgets in her white thigh-highs, how the blouse and skirt make her look adorable, like the perfect school crush.

“Do you, like, want to do it?”

“Wha, what?”

These words slipped from your mouth. In them are the feelings you’ve pent up. Jiheon, your study partner, your friend, never became more than that until you realized that you needed and wanted her more than just for her knowledge about math or the fun times you shared. Her smile, her warm presence, her smell, you wanted them on you more often. Now, this crush has developed into a desire that made you spill some dangerous words.

“Sorry, shit, I—maybe you shouldn’t have your first time with someone like me after something like this.”

“But what if,” Jiheon ponders, clearly trying everything in her power to remain calm and without a stutter, “I want to do it. With you, r-right now.”

“I’d say you’re crazy.”

Suddenly, you two crash into each other. Your chest first, then your tip pokes her skirt until lastly her lips poke yours. Jiheon still takes the initiative as you slowly catch up to what’s happening. She is on her toes, leaning into a peek that she wants to turn into a kiss with tongues and passion. Her arms are on your nape, pulling you down for more access and to feel your cock on her.

Finally, you’re up to par again. If she really wants to, she shouldn’t need to do all the work. You put your hands on her butt and lift her off the ground. Jiheon is light, but you feel that her curves pack a bunch. Ass, thighs, breasts, they all pack a punch and you want to feel and definitely see more of her. Time to change the scenery.

“Do you know where Yeji’s bedroom is?” you hum into a slow kiss. Jiheon pulls back and looks back with dazed, yet excited eyes.

“The door on the right to the TV. A-are you sure it’s okay to do it there?”

“Yes, and to be honest, I don’t care.”

You carry Jiheon across the living room, too indulged in her kisses and beautiful face to hear what the others, especially Yujin, are saying. You shut the bedroom door with authority though. Let them know that this is nothing for the public, unless Jiheon wants it. Gently, you try to place her onto Yeji’s bed, but she doesn’t let go of you. Now she is beneath you, no sign of stopping the increasingly tight hug.

“You love hugs, don’t you?” you tease her and kiss her cheek. She grinds her covered entrance on your wet cock and puts a surprisingly serious expression on.

“I love hugging you, dumbass. You feel like a teddy bear, and you smell so good.”

“I do? Why?”

“I dunno, I just like it.”

“Well, you smell great too, Jiheon. You feel even greater.”

Jiheon mewls and tenses up when your hand roams her thighs. They are squeezable, round shapes, just like her butt cheeks. Although it’s tempting to go rough and fast on it, to cover it in spanks, to bite into it, you opt to keep it gentle. She is clearly not used to someone else touching her like this, and with a gentle massage and the continuation of your loving kiss, you intend to make her more comfortable with it. 

A couple of deep breaths later, Jiheon is a lot more relaxed. Her legs spread easily, no roughness needed. You guide them open to expose her core, covered in cute pink panties. Cute pink panties with a bear. Cutie pink panties with a bear and a dark spot. 

"I-I feel wet.”

Jiheon’s voice trembles a little. You give her a reassuring smile and rub her inner thigh in circles.

“No need to feel embarrassed. It’s natural. Should I—”

“N-no, let me do it.”

Her embrace is gone for a moment and you miss it already. The red all over your face isn’t only from the rapid fire sex, there is so much more to this moment. Jiheon getting up and pulling down the last piece of garment that protects her pureness is straight out of an unrealistic high-school romance film. Everything is too perfect to be true, yet it is true.

“Pl-please, don’t look at it too mu-much.”

“I won’t.”

Jiheon timidly nods and steps out of her panties. Awkwardly, she crawls back onto the bed, further to the back of the head rest than before. From this angle, your eyes go against your promise. Jiheon’s skirt can’t hide her innie, washed and certainly unblemished. Wild, dark hair around and above her vulva is evidence that she clearly didn’t plan on this tonight. Evidence that is stuck in your throat.

“Jiheon, are you sure about this? It doesn’t have to be tonight, dammit, I don’t even have condoms. This is all very—”

“Bold?”

“Yeah, too bold.”

She leans forward and puts her hands on your shoulders. Though everything about her shakes like an unstable bridge in a cold storm, she has determination. Determination and optimism, like she did during all your study sessions. A layer of shyness, uncertainty and inexperience does not negate the real Jiheon. 

“It’s not too bold. This is the perfect night and I want you right now.”

It’s all so easy now. The epiphany gives you the boldness, certainty and experience Jiheon lacks. You follow her onto the bed until you two are in the same position as before, but now, the tight hug almost connects you immediately. 

One hand on her back, the other on your base, you are able to prevent a quick penetration. You opt for something more suitable. Align yourself with care, add a spit of spit to your tip and then let her pull you in closer. It’s all about her speed and how she adjusts. Luckily, the tension is all gone. There is just the thrill in her huffs and puffs and then moans when you first enter.

“Oh~my.”

“You alright?”

“Yes, let me just—they weren’t lying. You are big.”

“Th-thank you, I guess.”

Pride? Awkwardness? Surprise? Doesn’t matter, you feel great enough for all new emotions to become background noise. Like Yujin’s annoyed groans mixed with Sana’s amused giggle coming from the living room. It’s there, but all you hear is Jiheon’s sweet voice that might spill her first real profanity soon.

“Ouch, okay, okay, stop.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Should I stop or pull out?”

“Y-yeah, I need to, ah, adjust. Fucking fuck, you reach too deep.”

“Wow,” you gently giggle and kiss her cheek while trying your best not to move your cock at all, “Never heard something like that from you.”

Jiheon looks somewhat outraged, but with her rosy cheeks and slight gasps it’s more cute than threatening.

“I’ve never done this before a-and you curse all the time, wh-why so surprised?”

Give her an apologetic look and she shakes it off. Banter time is over. You’re already deep in her pussy and its reaction is an amazing feeling. The formerly virgin hole begins to become wetter while the grip becomes tighter. It’s literally pulling you in deeper.

“Ah, fuck. More, I-I can take it.”

“God, you look so pretty.”

“Hng, and you’re so, so—”

You exchange a painful kiss. Jiheon’s teeth dig into your lower lip, drawing a tiny bit of blood. It would be too cliche for her to leak blood as well, yet it could be the case. You’re now hilt deep inside her, your cock pokes the entrance to her womb. The deepest of depths and Jihen is out of her mind.

“Are you okay, Jiheon?”

“Oh, so h-huge and deep! Hm, fuck! You’re bleeding, oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just, fuck, loosen your grip a little, okay? You’re suffocating me.”

Her pussy might have the same attribute, thus you’re happy that Jiheon only loosens the hug and lets you get into a better position. You can see her better from atop. The small red drops on her pale skin, the beads of sweat on her nose, the perfect collarbones where you will place your first love bite.

“I’m sorry,” she croaks and you begin to gently wiggle your hips.

“Don’t be. We both got our fair share. Can I open your shirt?”

A nod later and you eagerly pop the buttons open. Her bulging chest becomes a cleavage and then two fully exposed nipples when you yank down her bra. You begin to nibble on her smooth, delicious mounds as you initiate the first thrust.

Moans and screams. Nothing new to you after this wild night, yet somehow, Jiheon makes it different once again. Her passion in pulling you in closer, taking your length down her tight pussy and then voicing her pain and pleasure is a drug. No alcohol or ecstasy or cocaine can compare to her. 

“Too good, don’t stop! I want you, I want you, I want you!”

There is more your mouth can do than respond with words. Bite her skin right where you wanted to. The collarbone, not too strong, but definitely visible. At the same time, crash against her cervix again. 

No scream, only an agape mouth and fingernails that pierce the flesh on your back. Jiheon molds her body into yours. The minimal clothing that separates the two of you can be ignored, it’s not part of the equation. It’s only Jiheon and you, and you are one.

Your hips move on their own. A steady pace to plunge your cock into the tight hole and fuck all the spots on Jiheon’s warm walls. The words she speaks are mindless babble. They somehow still spur you on to give it to her better. Find her special spot, if that even exists, and make her cum on her first time. The high-school romance cliche returns.

“Right there, right there! Baby, so good.”

Groan at the new pet name and continue to give her immaculate pussy thrusts that make it slooch and queef like it’s her hundredth time doing this. Jiheon’s orgasm is impending.

“Oh my God, fuck! S-s-something is—ah!”

“Cum, baby. Cum all over me.”

Jiheon’s legs suddenly wrap around your waist. They immobilize you, but they give you the chance to experience an even more satisfying feeling: Jiheon’s orgasmic walls wetly massaging every vein and patch of skin on your shaft. Your tip oozes precum with how Jiheon writhes. 

In a perfect world, you would just collapse on top of her and let her wring you dry. The sticky seed would fill her womb and she would feel warm inside. Hell, even the prospect of impregnating this gorgeous woman with perfect hips, waist, thighs—no, no. 

Fight against her hug, her kisses, her legs. Instead of getting carried away and risking chaotic consequences, you ruin your orgasm. The pull out leaves you cold, dry, unsatisfied. Luckily, Jiheon jolts up from the mattress and presses her tongue in between your lips.

“Thank you so much, baby.”

You’re unsure how to respond to this properly. In the quite literal heat of the moment, the word easily rolled off of your tongue, but now, you hesitate. Return the kiss and place her down. With a massage on her tummy you lull her into dazedness, until she is a puddle of thankful coos and snores. Adorable.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you!”

You reenter the living room to find Sana and Yuna rolling on the floor and holding their stomachs. Yujin’s protest is no match for their laughs. If the walls aren’t super thick, the neighbors will probably call the police soon. As soon as they notice your return however, the laughter dies down.

“Woah, am I such a mood kill?” you joke and look at two amused faces. Sana and Yuna give each other a suspicious glance. They both are now covered in very much different clothes: Yuna is in an orange pajama, her hair is in a messy bun, while Sana has only a towel wrapped around her body. Her hair is still wet and the towel is definitely too short. It can’t contain her ass cheeks and would reveal her entire crotch if she chose to stand up.

Nobody is standing up however. The two crawl towards you and stare up from below. Their greedy eyes are on your cock, blue-balled, still sensitive, but not quite exhausted yet.

“Looks like he couldn’t finish in Jiheon,” Sana mocks in a whiny voice.

“I’m sure we can help out, hm?” Yuna hums lewdly and is about to place her lips on your tip.

“This is unfair!” Yujin shouts from the couch. She sounds angry, but her eyes are teary orbs expressing her want. It has increased tenfold since you rejected her the last time. 

“And why does our class president think it’s unfair?" 

"Because they had it and I didn’t! I waited the longest, so I should get the final load.”

You jerk your cock a couple of times and rub it on Yuna’s soft face. She looks ready to take it, but knows that this is all just for the tease. 

“But what if I want to give the load to someone else?”

“No, please, please just give me your cock! Fill me up, please!”

Slap Sana’s puckered lips to regain full hardness. She would slobber and gag on it until you burst, but she knows it’s not the time for it. At least not today.

“Okay, stand up, Yujin.”

A spark of hope in Yujin’s eyes. She follows your command immediately, although her feet were definitely not ready. She wobbles towards you and you have to catch her at her red tie, otherwise she would’ve crashed into you.

“S-sorry,” she stutters with a weak smile, which you return.

“You’re on the pill, right?”

“Y-yes, you can fill my pussy up. Please do, I want your cock so much. It looks so good and b—”

“One condition,” you sternly interrupt her and put a finger on Yujin’s soft, leaking lips, “these two get to decide some rules for our session. To make it fair, hm~?”

In her haze, Yujin just nods. Sana and Yuna smirk and both stand up. They might be smaller than the class president, but they surely don’t feel like it. Sana is first to set up her rule. First she pushes the living room table aside, not paying mind to tumbling bottles of beer.

“Take off your uniform and give me the tie. You’re gonna be tied up to the lamp on the ceiling. I bet you won’t have any problems with us enjoying your armpits~”

Yujin gulps and looks at you. With a simple tug you remove her tie and all the say she has in the matter. She has no other choice. Play along or don’t get what she desires. 

As Yuna still ponders, you and Sana undress Yujin except for her skirt and panties and use the shirt and tie to tie Yujin up to the ceiling lamp. The tall girl is forced to stretch her limbs and Sana is already focused on all the stunning parts of Yujin’s body. Small yet firm breasts, a toned midriff and smooth, pale pits are absolute highlights.

“I got something!” Yuna says almost viciously, “While he fucks you, you have to answer every question truthfully. If we catch you lying, no cum for you.”

“Sounds like a deal,” you say to Yuna. She grins. Sana grins as well, but there is also some drool on her lower lip. She can’t wait to jump in and feast on every part of Yujin’s body. Quite frankly, the same goes for you too. Yuna then pulls down Yujin’s soaked panties.

“Ready?”

Yujin nods and bites her lips. Her eyes close sensually when your cock slightly touches her clit, then her puffy lips, before  finally penetrating her. Though used to the feeling of manhood, no one has ever stretched her this much. Never before has something this girthy fucked her. 

To make it even more overwhelming, Sana dives into Yujin as well, her lips sucking on her biceps, then they switch to her collarbone before arriving at her sensitive pits. Sana collects the sweet-salty sweat on her tongue and Yujin bursts out in erotic moans. 

“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, so much, too much, ah!”

She is unable to stand upright. The panties around her knees don’t help either, but the pace with which you fuck her is enough to make them fall to the ground.

“First question:” Yuna announces and gets behind Yujin to speak directly into her ear, “How many guys have you fucked already?”

“I-I don’t kn-know,” Yujin whimpers at the overwhelming sensations, especially of your cock in her twitching cunt.

“Oh, so you admit to being a slut. You can’t even remember your body count~” Yuna cackles teasingly.

“N-no. Mo-most of them are a wh-while back.”

“Oh, interesting. When was the last time then?”

“Six, six months ago, hng, fuck!”

Yuna gives you a devious look as she roughly squeezes one of Yujin’s tits. You simply nod and continue your pumping. Yujin is surely telling the truth. 

The intrigue of this interrogation distracts you from how fucking amazing Yujin’s pussy is. You’d be happy to cream it and then drop dead, but it looks like Yuna is on some kind of mission.

“Okay then. Next question: Yujin, do you like girls?”

Yujin turns her head to the side and looks at Yuna. Then she looks down at Sana, playing with her pit and nipples. Lastly she looks at you. She moans throughout and her tongue dangles numbly. This evening is surely making her question her sexual orientation.

“M-maybe, but not, not now.”

“Interesting,” Yuna notes and out of nowhere, slaps Yujin’s ass. The large cheeks wobble and Yujin screams out loudly. You finally take the initiative to kiss her. It would be a waste to not indulge into something more normal in this chaos. 

Even in her state of cockdrunken silliness, Yujin is still a great kisser. Passion and feistiness make up for her extreme submission during the saliva exchange. She deflects your tongue at first, but then succumbs to your speed. You can do anything, suck her tongue, bite her lip. Yujin becomes a toy to kiss and leans into it as much as her restrained body can.

“Interesting, interesting,” Yuna says, playing a lewd detective, trying to uncover each of Yujin’s dirty little secrets, “Have you ever played with your ass?”

“Y-yes.”

“Did someone fuck it? It’s huge, I bet many wanted to.”

“N-no one, no one is al-allowed to.”

Yuna smacks Yujins ass again. This time you want to enjoy the look on Yujin’s face. It’s close to an ahegao at this point, which makes your mind spin like crazy. Even crazier is Sana. She suddenly goes up to Yujin and begins to spit all the sweat-mixed saliva into her mouth. 

Yujin’s first climax almost rips the lamp from the ceiling. You need all your remaining strength to keep her upright. Her slippery waist is in your tight grasp, yet her spams still cause the shade of the lamp to sway around like a crashing UFO.

Yuna however remains unimpressed and relentless:

“You’re hiding something, Yujin. Does this cock make you stupid?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes! It’s so, God, hng!”

“Fucking hell, do you always become this needy, cock-drunken whore?”

Yujin shakes her head. At first, it’s just to answer the question, then it’s because you continue to fuck her hard. It’s the roughest and hardest you’ve fucked in your entire life. You cannot wait any longer. You just need to cum.

“Fuck,” Sana moans as she rubs Yujin’s tummy, “He is bulging her.”

“Hng, shit, fuck! Stretch me-ee! My pussy, ah!”

Yuna’s eyes glow brightly. The lewd detective has solved the riddle. She checks with one hand how you bulge the petite frame of the interrogated and uses her other hand to rub her neck.

“I understand it now, bitch. It’s odd: you love sex, but you don’t fuck anyone for six months. You might like girls, but at this point you don’t. You like playing with your fat butt, but no one is allowed to fuck it.”

At this point, Yuna has to scream to reach your cloudy mind. Your groans and Yujin’s mindless cries are louder than an airplane engine, but Yuna is still able to get her final question out.

“Yujin, do you love him?”

“Yes~!”

Yujin’s pussy is a black hole. It’s perfect texture, tightness, heat, of course they are worthy of praise. In the end however, what makes it memorable beyond comparison is the way it sucks out your cum. Nothing can escape it. Light can’t escape the endless gravity of a black hole. Your sperm can’t escape the depths of Yujin’s hole.

Your legs give up. There is no use in keeping you upright anymore, it’s all done and you are fucking done fucking. With Yujin oozing your cum and Sana immediately cleaning it up, you have your final visual before your body shuts down. 

Tomorrow will be a mess. Emotions, feelings, desire, they will all clash and you have to be ready for it. No matter how important tomorrow is though, this moment, this day was worth it.

In your dream you could have even more women to fuck, but they can never compare to those pretty girls, those pretty friends of yours. 

You all passed your final test and what comes after is completely irrelevant for now. 

You all like each other and spent an insane evening together. So, what’s after like? I guess you gotta wake up and find out.

Fresh, Right from the Source

Male Reader x Kim Jiwon (Jeewon - cignature)

Length: 1614 words

Tags: BDSM, tit play, tied up, blindfolded, tit slapping, lactation, lactation kink, submissive, hardcore face fuck, heavy gags, tears, a bit of brattiness and degradation, drinking milk and cream, jerking off, kinky_girlfriend!Jeewon

TW: lactation, very rough face fuck

Inspiration: the ideas, pics and inspirational links (ahem) send by @worldsover.

Credit: @worldsover for an amazing request!

(A/N: an idol I knew very little about before I got introduced to her. Now, it’s hard to over look her and her huge… just take a look, will ya?)

“Shiiit.”

Jeewon loves to drag the ‘i’ in this obscene word. Usually, she lays a lot of emphasis on the ‘t’ as well, but your mouth has her breathless tonight. Jeewon tenses up, her back arching impressively, but the restraints around her wrists securely keep her at the wall. Good job by you, buying this new eyelet to keep the burning red handcuffs up above Jeewon’s disheveled hair. 

Twirl your tongue around the dark nipple to tease her. Take a look up to check if the blindfold is still in its proper place. Your girlfriend bites her lower lip, face sweaty and in constant tremble by the bursts of pain and pleasure you send into her body. What a shame, you wish to hear her moan more. A pinch will do.

“Ah, Sir!”

“Hurts?”

“No, no, not at all. Feels great.”

Lean into her and breathe on her collar. Soft hums and those girly moans of bliss reach your ear. Jeewon has this tendency to pant cutely after you disconnect your fingers from her nipple, so you leave them unoccupied. They stand proudly, so perfectly atop her large melons.

“You look very good tonight, baby,” you whisper at her face and she shudders. “Very full as well.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Jeewon responds shyly, her stretched out feet twitching as you massage down from her thighs, to her calves and soles. It’s not the first night she sits at this wall yet there is still something thrilling for her. Brand new blindfolds rid her of any sight, any way of knowing where your hand, mouth and cock will go next. You feel the excitement in her body every time you lay a hand on her. 

“Your legs shake so much,” you blow on her ear. “It’s like I already fucked your ass. Guess you were right about these blindfolds.”

“Shiiit, ah!”

Slap her tummy. No way she can see these coming and you absolutely love it. Jeewon gets off on not knowing what’s next, you get off on doing it and seeing, hearing, feeling her reaction. You have certain things planned and are totally willing to take it slow to watch Jeewon crumble and release every single liquid her body can produce.

You cup her breasts and rub your palms over her sensitive nipples, while kneeling in a way that presses your rigid cock on one of her thighs. Jeewon’s jaw drops before she releases a single, booming moan. Her thighs flex, giving tiny bits of friction to your shaft. Lean close to her sweaty face, breathe in her scent and make her wait for your whisper.

“These bags are about to burst.” Amplify your point by squeezing down with your entire hand. Jeewon giggles.

“Sir, I think you might burst too.”

“Fair point,” you acknowledge and suddenly bite down on her lower lip. “But not before you.”

Change your position. Your balls are right on Jeewon’s chin and you drag them from one end of her wide grin to the other, always making sure to keep the main attraction away from her. Jeewon puckers her lips and tries to secretly stick out her tongue to get some of your taste. Too bad that you immediately notice. Slap her rosy cheeks with your cock.

“I like your eagerness,” you nonchalantly say and drag your tip all over her face, “but you still have to wait a bit longer.”

“Sir, how much lo—”

The moment Jeewon opens her lips to speak, you slide your phallus into her mouth and begin to thrust. With your hands firmly placed on each side of her head, Jeewon’s face becomes a cheap fleshlight used only for a quick, loveless release. It’s not the first time for you to do this, but she certainly did not see this coming. Her gags and gurgles are loud and violent, dangerous, to the point where she might actually—

Pull out and tilt her head to the side. The young girl gasps and coughs, but luckily only saliva comes from her mouth. Remind yourself that her gag reflex is strong and, to your dismay, can fulfill its job. You wait for Jeewon to finish coughing.

“Color?” you ask casually.

“Green, Sir.”

Jeewon tilts her head upwards, not to look at you (after all, the blindfold is still blocking her sight), but to signal that she is ready to take you again—and you give it to her again. Longer, harder, faster strokes into her oral cavity. Jeewon is crying underneath the restraint, her hands show the natural reaction to fight back your rough treatment of her throat. She pulls at the chains, they clatter and rattle, but keep her hands at bay. There is no way to escape your will.

Jeewon fucking loves it.

Your sack firmly slaps her chin, your base is all too familiar with her puckered lips, and your cockhead probes to depths you’ve never felt before. All the training has been worth it. Jeewon can take each of your merciless thrusts like a champ. 

“Great, fucking great,” you groan, hands on Jeewon’s wrists, hips in an uncontrollable frenzy. “But aren’t you a bit lazy? Use your tongue, Jeewon.”

Apologetic gags mix with the continuous splashing sounds of seemingly endless saliva. Jeewon finally starts to wrap her long, wet muscle around your shaft. She knows exactly where you’re the most sensitive and how you like to feel the texture of her tongue. You slower the face fucking to relish in the well-known pleasure. 

Unshackle the girl from the restraints and let her arms drop to the floor while your cock still remains in her sore mouth. At this point you need to pull out, or she will suck your soul out. With a pop you pull out and watch Jeewon cough and search for air. Strings of her spit and your precum connect the submissive girl to her favorite popsicle. 

“Good job, baby!” you praise Jeewon. A gentle hand pats her head and then moves down to her shoulders.

“Thank you, Sir,” she responds with a smile and reaches for her blindfold to remove it.

“Wait, we’re not done yet,” you interrupt her and suddenly squeeze her tits. “There is still something I need for you. Call it an extra meal.”

Jeewon gives you a beautiful, meekly smile, totally inappropriate for the dirty things you’re doing to her. It’s just the kind of girl she is; pure face, helpful and kind towards everyone, but on the inside she’s a willing, sex craving, kinky whore—it’s a cliche, isn’t it? 

You massage Jeewon’s breasts with every phalanx of your strong fingers, hit them like you would with the keys of a piano. But no matter how expensive a piano may be, it cannot produce a music as amazing as Jeewon’s fucked lips. Needy moans, babbled because her tongue hangs out. Hit the keys harder now and put emphasis on the special black, or in this case pink keys. 

Each time you roll your digit over Jeewon’s nipples she trembles, her knees digging deeper into the mat below. Judging from the way her breasts swell, Jeewon will release her milk in a matter of seconds. Quickly reach for a bowl to place it below her utters. 

“Sir, I—

“Oh, shiiiiit, ah!”

Precise pinches on her nipple, then you squeeze. Jeewon starts to lactate, the milk from her sensitive tits sprays into the bowl and all over the mat-covered floor. You continue to pull and rub the nubs and even more of the white liquid is ejected violently. Jeewon throws her head back, the eyelet not able to withstand her writes and arches. 

“Shiiit, Sir, th-there is so, so much,” she screams when you squeeze out the final droplets. The sight makes your cock twitch, it’s ready to burst and Jeewon, for the first time all night, can see it.

“Do you want some cream with your meal?” you playfully ask Jeewon, the bowl in one hand, your cock in the other. Her teary, scintillating eyes follow the bowl as you sway it right before her eyes.

“Please, Sir,” she begs and crouches further down, “Give me some delicious cream.”

Jerk yourself off like a madman while Jeewon starts to lap up the thin layer of her self-produced milk like a thirsty kitten. In the final moments, you point your tip down and release another white liquid into the bowl and over Jeewon’s cheek. She giggles and scoops up the remnants of your misfiring with a finger, before adding it to her milk. A satisfied hum leaves her eagerly drinking mouth.

“Baby, why—” you try to catch your breath while Jeewon tries her best to make it impossible to do so by fluttering her eyes during impossibly hearty moans. “Fuck, why are you so fucking lustful?”

Jeewon puts down the bowl and sits back to the wall, ready to be tied up again, ready to feel the shackles again, ready to show you her devotion.

“Sir, you call me lustful, just because my body is healthy and functioning? Isn’t it normal for a woman to produce milk in her breasts?”

She puts her hands over her head, you the chains on them. You gently tug her hair behind her ear before nibbling her lobe. A hand snakes down from her throat, over her enormous tits, down her toned midriff—just to dip your fingers right into her pussy.

“Be honest baby, you produce so much milk, you’re basically a cow." 

"Moo~” Jeewon moans into your ear. Make sure to punish her for that. And for the filthy laugh that follows. And for the fact that her pussy sucks three fingers in with ease.

Just punish her, will ya?