Academic Break

Kim Minju x M!Reader Smut

The next time you find yourself relieving stress, you are in between Minju’s thighs in her college library, her thighs squeezing your head and your tongue lapping at her glistening wet folds.

Heaven.

It’s just a little something to help her relax from her exams due next week.

Exams are hard, but they definitely cannot be as hard as you are right now. Her heavenly taste and moans that she tries to keep at bay are just enough to keep you erect, your dick creating a tent in your pants that you’re desperate to pull out.

Despite that, you are happy to relieve Minju’s stress. Even if you have to hide behind a desk to do it and put your own pleasure aside for later.

Wait no. You are not really putting your pleasure aside since licking every letter of the alphabet against Minju’s pussy and treating it like a delicious candy also make you cum untouched. And her face while you do it too… fuck!

“Hahhh, please… more.”

Her unrestrained sigh of pleasure is loud enough for it to make the librarian behind the desk raise one eyebrow questioningly. Minju whimpers and hides herself behind the book, hoping it would hide her flushed cheeks.

You doubt she is even reading the book, but once you see the blurb written on the cover, your doubts are erased.

The story is another erotica, and you know that the sex printed out in ink combined with your unrelenting tongue is both heaven and hell for her. So you give her a good taste of both worlds by allowing her to use the flat of your tongue to rub herself on, but also dig your nails into her pale skin.

But wait. Shouldn’t she be reading her math textbook instead of getting herself off with another erotica?

Such a naughty girl, you think with a smirk. Bad girls who don’t study and instead fall to their knees for a good eating-out should be punished.

That in mind, you tug her thighs closer and lick from the bottom of her leaking slit, concluding the action with a flick to her pulsing nub. Give it repeated languid licks that have Minju gasping and cupping her mouth hard, eyes lulling to the back of her head.

Now for the fun part.

You nibble on her clit gently, teasing it with your tongue. The action causes heat to tingle from Minju’s center and spread all throughout her body. She squirms and shifts in the seat needily, eyes watching you from the rims of the book.

You wink at her. Pull away from her moist cunt for a few seconds, then suck on her nub completely.

That is when she explodes.

Her juices flood your mouth and drip down your chin. Minju’s hips go crazy against your mouth, your assault on her core making her strength to hold back her screams falter. You groan as you watch her angelic face become overwhelmed with pleasure, screams muffled against the bitten lower lip and her eyes shut tightly.

You were raised to appreciate everything and avoid wasting. You could see how the lesson taught to you back then has not left you by the way you try to catch every drop of sweet nectar Minju drips of: sucking and licking her dry. The aftershocks of the orgasm leave her mewling in her seat, exhausted frame limp against the wall and her hand gripping the edges of the plush bench.

Yummy. You dip your tongue inside her hole again just for good measure, rubbing the tip of your tongue against the grippy walls. Minju’s thighs quiver and choke you in between them. Her hands pull at your hair as she rides out the last of her orgasm with pants in between strings of incoherent words.

“Hem-hem!”

A rough voice makes you remove your lips from Minju’s core. The second you look up, you know you are doomed.

The librarian from the desk aisles away is standing in front of you, arms crossed on top of her chest. Seething eyes peer at the two of you from behind thick glasses.

“What did I tell you?” she asks sharply. “No eating in the library!”

First Aid

Kang Hyewon x M!Reader Smut

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“You fucking shot me, Hyewon! Or was it Hyeju? It isn’t something that could be solved with a ‘sorry’!”

“For the hundredth time, it was an accident!”

“An accident that could get me—fuck!—killed.” You screech in pain when Hyewon shoves her knee down on your abdomen. You gasp and try to tug free from the pressure created by her knee. “What the hell? Are you actually trying to kill me?”

“No, you idiot,” says Hyewon, rolling her eyes. Her knee leans further into your stomach. “I’m trying to prevent you from having an infection before the doctors come here!”

You screech even more. As the pressure increases and so does the volume of your screams, you begin to see more reason why you should not have put that damn apple on your shoulder for her shooting practice. And for a stranger too!

But thank God you aren’t on the dirty grass anymore; it is replaced with a bed with white fitted sheets, soft pillows beneath your head and neck. The comfort from them contrasts the roughness of the anxious Hyewon straddling you with her hands trying to stop the bleeding.

The bleeding has partially stopped thanks to Hyewon’s years of practice in first aid. However, her distinct skills don’t distract you from the fact that she shot you.

You swear to God, what were you thinking playing a target just for a pretty stranger at camp?

“You should g-give me something,” you manage to stammer out, a smirk playing on your lips despite the severity of the situation. “For all this trouble you out me through.”

“Fuck you.”

“You guessed it.”

“Don’t get too brave now.” Hyewon digs her knee deeper in your abdomen threateningly. “I could just leave you bleeding here and tell them I killed you in self-defense. They’d believe it too, with me naked and you blubbering on the bed right now.”

“Very funny. You think the bleeding would stop if the blood goes to my dick anyway?”

“Fuck you to the highest degree.”

“Do it,” you say. You narrow your eyes at her. “I dare you.”

Seriously, maybe a good fuck would help. You have decided that when this gorgeous stranger stripped herself of the blue blouse and tied it around your stomach. You cannot believe how loose clothing could hide tits like those so well; deception is really amazing.

You drink in Hyewon’s large innocent-looking eyes, the tied-up messy brown hair, and her voluptuous body whose large bosom is only supported by a white bra.

Lick your lips in anticipation. Yeah, maybe this could help.

Hyewon catches you staring at her. Red fills her cheeks. The color in them quickly disappears, or maybe they do because of the slap she delivered across your face that renders you dizzy.

“I would slap you again,” she says tentatively. Her focus switches to your bulge. “But I wanna see how this dick would fuck me up.”

“That’s right. It’s a win-win situation. You ride my dick"—you swallow roughly when she discards of her jeans on the floor, leaving her in panties that match the color of her bra—"and the blood will go to it and the bleeding will stop.”

It’s a stupid statement, but who’s to say it didn’t work?

Hyewon’s eager hands unbuckle your belt and jeans then tugs them down to your knees. Her thighs shift on your skin as she carefully places herself on your bulge and grinds on it slowly.

Heat begins to form in your center. Swears spilling from your mouth, your hips involuntarily jerk up into Hyewon’s core, the wetness dripping from her folds dampening her panties and erecting your dick. Her hands find their way to the sides of the bed as she raises her shapely hips to dry hump you.

Holy shit. This is heaven. Because of how she leans down, you are provided a spectacular view of her deep cleavage. The mounds curve down to hard brown nipples that create buttons on her bra. You couldn’t hold yourself back from squeezing one of her breasts in your hand, evoking a low moan from Hyewon.

“S-See?” you say weakly as she pulls down your underwear. Your painfully stiff erection prods against the center of her panties. “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

Hyewon’s breath hitches in your throat when your hand slips under the cup of her bra to knead her chest. “I guess you’re right. Fuck.”

Her voice is lower than usual, something that just makes her even more attractive. The fabric of her panties slide against the underside of your cock. Her agonizingly slow grinding finally ends in the head of your cock inserting itself underneath the panties and brushing against her folds that keep your tip moist with her juices.

The first contact with it makes you shudder. You wonder if it’s because of the wound or just plain arousal; most likely the latter. Hyewon whimpers needily as she slides her folds back and forth against your dick, her hands splayed on your chest. Every once in a while heaven goes down on earth in the form of a heavenly brush of your swollen head against her throbbing clit.

She smiles. “Maybe we’re going to stop the bleeding after all.”

It goes on like that: foreplaying grinding of her core on your dick that steadily stimulates her clit, sending sparks of heat rushing into her veins. Her juices drip freely on your skin and make sticky mess. You could not believe how wet she is.

After another soft stuttered “Fuck”, Hyewon finally sinks onto your length.

Just the expression on her face can make you combust. Though you could not see it very well since her head is thrown back in pleasure you could tell she is moaning, jaw dropped as your dick stretches her out deliciously, and her eyes closed in ecstasy. The feeling of her grippy cunt clenching like there’s no tomorrow on your dick makes you thrust up into it.

“You’re so big…” she whimpers.

Her hips roll dizzying circles before she takes it your cock till the base. A moan leaves your lips when you feel her completely take in your dick.

She begins to ride you. Your breaths are ragged as her tits heave up and down. Her bra begins to slip away from them. Your dick rubs on her walls and creates an imprint in her tight stomach, prodding against the skin. Your balls get the privilege of meeting with her firm ass after every bounce she does.

As Hyewon moans and writhes, you make the conclusion that if all does not end well today, you will die happily. A beautiful stranger with big tits and a tight pussy riding you while you lie back and watch? Maybe it is all worth it, just for Hyewon.

Hyewon whose last name you haven’t the slightest idea of. Hyewon whose unsteady shooting got you in this clinic bed in the first place. Hyewon whom you’ve only met today.

All those are red flags already. So why are you risking death for a girl you do not even know?

Because that Hyewon is also the Hyewon who is riding you at a pace as unsteady as her shooting, but this time it is to your benefit. Her riding switches from quick and careless to slow but forceful, then a repeated cycle. The veins that stand out in your dick rub deliciously against her sensitive spots and have her moan huskily. Her sounds of pleasure are pleasant music to your ears and more blood to your cock.

“Fuck!”

The one that has you cumming along with her is her high-pitched girlish gasp when she finally climaxes. You rut inside Hyewon and paint her silken walls white. They flutter around your dick as Hyewon rides you desperately, quick reckless sounds of her ass slapping against your thighs and wet sounds adding up to her gasps.

Both of your hips buck and spasm against each other’s crotch. You cannot hold back your loud groans anymore, so they blend in with Hyewon’s while cream drips out of her pussy and onto the bedsheets.

Hyewon’s limp frame slumps on top of you. Her breasts press against your abdomen. Your hands take the opportunity of groping her ass and touching every inch of her perfect body. Your deft fingers curl and unhook her bra from behind her back.

As the bra slips down from her torso and she begins to ride you again, you realize that her hands trailing up her chest to knead her tits have distracted you from the paramedic at the doorway of the clinic whose obvious erection fights against the fabric of his jeans.

Huh. That’s one way to go out.

Private Video

Lee Chaeyeon x M!Reader Smut

The light lit inside the Mnet company buildings outshines the moon.

It’s not uncommon for your nights to be busy. There is a lot of work to do that twenty-four hours just couldn’t fit. There is the pitching of new survival shows, debuting of new K-Pop groups, producing new music…

Yeah, there’s just a lot of work to do.

That is why you are still in your office, slouched in your swivel chair while your fingers type out a new e-mail to send to the new interns. The interns are in charge of the posting in the official social media accounts, and it just so happens that one of them screwed up and posted a porn site link instead of a link to the online official merchandise site. They have since been suspended.

What a fucking idiot, you think to yourself. Fury can be heard in the way your hands quickly type an angry yet formal e-mail. The keyboard would have broken if your typing were any more aggressive.

You are glad that the lights in your office are switched off; anyone would get scared if they could get a clear view of how angry your expression is.

Once you hit “send”, you lean back in your chair, satisfied with how the e-mail is written. After the exhausting reading of letters and contacting of distant producers you’ve done, you deserve a break.

What’s a better break than ordering McDonald’s?

You reach for your phone to make the order. Maybe a large fries would help relax you, plus a chicken sandwich. But before you could, you notice a text message that was sent to you is shown underneath the current time displayed on your lockscreen: 2 in the morning. Curiosity causes you to click on it to see who sent it.

The notification brings you to your messaging app. It opens up to a new conversation log with someone by the name of “IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON.”

Oh, right! Lee Chaeyeon! You have almost forgotten that she even exists. As March draws closer and closer, you have forgotten the Produce girl group Mnet debuted back in 2018.

You wonder what their main dancer is messaging you about.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: Like what you see?

Beneath that message is a picture of her. It seems to have been taken right after her “Into the New World” performance, seeing that she is wearing the white cropped jacket and skirt given to her by the stylist.

It’s a mirror selfie of Chaeyeon sitting on the white table in the dressing room, leg angled to show a generous view of her milky thigh. Her eyes are sultry as she gazes in the mirror, staring into your soul from the screen.

You lick your lips. She looks so delicious. It would be a shame if one weren’t to spread those legs and fuck her against the—

You couldn’t stop yourself. Forgetting your role as a director, you quickly write a response.

You: Oh yeah

Immediate regret fills your being after you send it. You want to throw up! “Oh yeah”? “Oh yeah”? Who the hell says “Oh yeah” after seeing that kind of picture?

But apparently Chaeyeon doesn’t mind. She has sent you another message, one you quickly read.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: Let’s make a deal, shall we?

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: How about u get me into the new dance program ur pitching after disbandment

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: And in return I’ll send you a video ;)

Your breath hitches in your throat.

Is this even morally right? Ethically right? Mentally, emotionally, whateverlly right? You are a director, and she’s one of the girls you are managing so isn’t there some kind of uncomfortable power dynamics at play here?

But these kind of deals happen more often than the common K-Pop enjoyer thinks, you try to reason to yourself. This stuff happens everyday! And besides, wasn’t Chaeyeon the first to initiate this deal? You’re not even much older than her!

You do not want to get fired. Your job as a director pays well and puts food on the table. You do not want to throw that all away for a hot girl. You’re just not that kind of person.

You look at Chaeyeon’s picture just to make sure if you aren’t. You drink in her naughty gaze, her toned legs, and tight stomach.

Hmm, maybe you want to.

You cannot believe you are doing this.

Alright, Mnet is about to jumpstart several new survival show programs, right? Let’s see… Girls Planet 99? No, Chaeyeon has already done Produce 48; there’s no need for another. Boys Planet 99? Obviously out of the options. Street Woman Fighter? No, she's—

Street Woman Fighter?

This is perfect! It’s a dance survival show, perfect for a main dancer.

You message her after going through the options.

You: Let’s see

You see a wiggly typing bubble appear on the left side of the screen that quickly transforms into her response.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: That wont work

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: i want a guaranteed spot in the show

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: U wouldn’t want to miss a good video

She’s right; you wouldn’t.

Lee Chaeyeon is too good at playing this game. Far too good.

But still… what if—

A sudden ring of a notification from your phone.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: What about a little something 2 encourage you? ;)

You almost drop your phone in shock.

Chaeyeon has sent a picture of her, still in the skirt but now without the black shorts, with two fingers plunged deep inside her pussy. You could clearly see her wet folds and how her hole stretches to swallow her fingers.

Holy fuck.

You could feel heat gathering in your stomach. You could only imagine what it would be like if those were your fingers fucked into her warm pussy, digits pounding in and out of her while she leans against the mirror with her legs spread wide and head thrown back.

Your hand trails to your crotch.

She seems to know exactly what you are doing since she sends you another message.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: Dont jerk off just yet

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: I could send u the video now

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON: If you send me proof you got me in the program :P

Alright, alright! She wins!

You hurriedly open your computer again. You click twice on Excel and search for the spreadsheet of Street Woman Fighter participants. At the bottom, you quickly write “LEE CHAEYEON, FORMER IZ*ONE”. You almost misspell her name with how frantic your typing is.

Okay, done.

You snap a picture of the monitor screen as proof for the dancer and send it to her. Place yout phone flat on the desk and let out a heaving sigh; you pray to God that this is enough for her.

But seeing what you are doing: sneaking in a junior just because she has promised you intimate photos and videos of herself, you are sure God would not want to answer your prayers.

A sudden notification ring from your phone hints that maybe He will.

IZ*ONE LEE CHAEYEON has sent you a video

Switch your phone on with shaking fingers.

The thumbnail of the video she has sent you tells you that you have sealed a deal.

Earphones plugged in, dick in hand. Let’s go!

“Hi, oppa,” says Chaeyeon in the video, a naughty smile playing on her lips. She sits back on the desk and leans against the mirror. “Are you done with work?”

You lick your lips as she dips her camera to show her spread thighs resting on the surface of the table. You start to pump yourself slowly, relishing the sight of

If only you could reach for something from a screen away…

“Maybe Chaeyeon could be your reward for working so hard. Would you like that?”

Yes indeed.

Her sighs and moans are background music to the scene of Chaeyeon rubbing her clit. Her finger gently draws tight circles over it, occasionally dragging wetness that gathers in her slit to the sensitive nub. You could see how her thighs shake in pleasure.

Fuck.

Chaeyeon places the phone on the protruding frame of the mirror to fully show her spread legs and pussy. You could see her nipples erect underneath the cropped jacket.

Obscene slime-like sounds of wetness add to her moans. After she rubs several number 8s on her clit, she gently eases a finger into her hole.

“Fuck!”

Her middle finger sinks deep inside her pussy. Chaeyeon’s thighs squeeze around her own hand as if trying to stop it, but also trying to coax it deeper.

“Oh… oh shit,” she gasps. Her juices gush from her slit like a waterfall. She fingers herself with much gusto, eagerness increasing whenever the pad of her finger reaches just far enough to rub her spot. Her hips buck up into her finger for more.

“Oh… oh, oppa,” she sighs. “I don’t think I can fit another. I’m too tight.”

The pitiful words just make you pump yourself harder. Just the thought of a talented girl who looks so tough on stage reduced to a mess of sobs and moans at just one finger could make you combust, but you want to finish this video.

“But I’ll try,” Chaeyeon promises firmly in between gasps. “Because I want to be a good girl for oppa.”

After a few more rough fingerings, she pulls out her soaked finger and brings it to her mouth. Her pink lips wrap around it and suck it clean. All the while, her eyes remain on the camera.

She trails her fingers down her sensitive bare stomach. She experimentally dips both of her fingers inside.

“Ohhh!” Her eyes shut close as she thrusts her fingers into herself harder. “Oh fuck, oppa! It feels so good!”

She clenches around her fingers and rides them desperately until she has stuffed herself full to the knuckles. She unzips her jacket to free her breasts. Her brown nipples are stiff from both the ministrations in her pussy and the cool air. She licks one finger from her spare hand and rubs it on her nipple, squeezing it in her palm.

Her high-pitched moans increase when she gently rubs her clit. She rubs it from side to side, pressing down on it to feel more of the delicious pressure that forms in her stomach.

“Hngh… hnghhh, hnggh!” Sappy sounds increase as she rubs her clit from side to side faster. “Fuck, oppa!”

Chaeyeon squirts all over. Your jaw drops while your eyes scan the juices that puddle on the table and stain the once-clear mirror. Despite the squirting, Chaeyeon doesn’t stop; instead, she increases her rubbing and fingering till her cum sprays everywhere. Her moans turn into loud, broken screams.

Your pumps get faster and faster. The knot in your stomach snaps when you ejaculate all over the laptop screen. Your cum is design to the scene of Chaeyeon gasping and panting, slumped against the mirror and legs spread wide.

“Oh my god,” says Chaeyeon, still in a daze. “I've… I’ve never squirted before. I’m so wet.”

Her stuttered words evoke more ropes of cum from you. You gasp in your seat as Chaeyeon begins to gently rub circles on her clit again, making her squirt even more.

Her glistening pussy is soaked. You sorely wish that you were there behind the screen with her, pounding her to a pulp. It would have been so great to see her cum fifty more times.

You could say the same for yourself when you see her ride her fingers again, and the remaining two minutes in the video.

It’s going to be a long long night.

Clever Getaways

Jo Yuri x M!Reader Smut

A/N: Now look what you did. You sparked a BFH! This is all your fault!

Just kidding. But to answer your question, I can really see Yuri doing that since she acts so bratty lol.

Also, can’t think of a better title, so just try to enjoy.

“Do you even know how much trouble you got me in?”

“Look, I get it. And I’m sorry.”

“You’d still do it again.”

“Well, yeah but—”

You’ve had enough. You raise your hands in the air to shut her up. “Just… stop. I don’t want to see another slip-up from you.”

“Or do you?” Yuri asks slyly.

You look up from your hands massaging your head and raise your eyebrows questioningly. You roll your eyes when you see your girlfriend ridding herself of the polka dot dress.

Typical Yuri, using her body to get out of trouble. She certainly knows her place in your heart, but you are not going to fall for this again.

Even if her shoulders and collarbone look godly, and all it would just take is a quick tug for her tight body to be in its full naked glory.

Even if…

Fuck.

“That’s not going to work, Yul,” you lie in between your teeth, trying your best to sound unbothered.

Yuri straddles you on the sofa. Her hands are splayed on your chest, forcing you to focus only on her. But you could not make eye contact and you end up having nowhere to look but her chest.

You find it more difficult to keep up your facade of nonchalancy when Yuri’s hips start to move in dizzying circles on your crotch. She uses your refusal to look her in the eyes to her advantage, tugging down the dress to tempt you with her cleavage.

She squeezes one of her tits in her hand. Her moan directly sends blood to your dick. She grins when she sees your erection.

“Come on.” She pouts. “Will you forgive me?”

No.

She shifts in her position on your lap to palm your through your jeans. Her hand sparks unwanted heat in your crotch, gathering into your dick.

No.

She raises her legs to the side to let you see how her pair of ruined panties slide down her smooth them. Her thighs coax your head to be their prisoner.

No.

Yuri slides her soaking pussy along your thigh. Her wetness makes a mess on your jeans, but she does not care about that one bit. All she cares about is getting herself off on your knee and the fabric rubbing deliciously against her clit. Moaning loudly, Yuri’s hand slowly roams from her chest to the pit of her stomach, reaching underneath the skirt to finger herself.

“Oh… oh God… ”

No…

Oh, alright.

You switch your positions on the sofa, devouring her lips hungrily while your hands tug at her thighs. The kiss muffles her gasps and your own. You throw her legs up in the air and tear the patterned outfit off of her body.

The dress looks a lot better on the bedroom floor.

this is how an angel cums.mov

Lee Chaeyeon x M!Reader Smut

A/N: This is a really old draft I wrote back in April. Just found it in my folders and saw it fitting.

You have already planned the title for the video even before you’ve taken Chaeyeon in your arms and touched her. It is just so obvious why you’d want the title of the video, though it would never be released to the public, to be like that.

Chaeyeon, even with her whiny days and constant need for compliments in order not to feel unwanted, is an angel. A beautiful loving angel you sometimes doubt you deserve having for your own.

Her milky face is innocent-looking and pure, but only you know she is much the opposite. Her pouty lips sucking fervently on your fingers are enough evidence to support that idea. Add the soft whimpering as her back rests against your chest.

Oh, and video evidence:

“Mmph.” She drools and sobs over your fingers until they are promptly slipped out of her mouth. She gags when they are, panting heavily before you roughly place said fingers on her jaw to make her look up at you.

From this angle, you could see a weeping Chaeyeon, eyes and face red from the constant sinful acts, slick saliva coating her chin.

“You look so pretty like this,” you coo at her. “You’re such an angel, aren’t you, Chaeyeonie?”

She nods dumbly, wiping her tears in the thick collar of her loose red turtleneck. She has always teared up whenever she engages in something like this with you since she gets so worked up by it. The switch of tone from rough to doting, the overstimulation, the pounding… it’s too much to handle.

But despite that, she is also always excited to be good for you, knowing that everything is on camera for you to enjoy later.

That’s why she’s such a good girl.

Her milky legs are beginning to have marks from the carpet beneath them, but she doesn’t care one bit. She even opens them wider, showing how her wet little pussy is begging for at least a subtle touch.

“P-Please,” she implores, tears running down her pink cheeks. “I want your cock so bad… pounding Chaeyeon till she can’t move anymore, please please please.”

You kiss the top of your angel’s head. Poor Chaeyeon, she must be so desperate now. She’s practically shaking.

You trail your fingers down the sensitive body and reach between her legs. There, you rub slow tight circles around the even more sensitive clit. “Hm?” you ask with mock doubt. “And why does my angel want me in her pussy?”

“So—so Chaeyeon can feel your cock thrusting in her and—and"—her eyes squeeze shut firmly as your fingers rub her clit even quicker—"Chaeyeon can’t speak and her tummy feels so tight and then she cums all over… oh! oh!”

Her hips jerk in the air as she squirts all over your hand. She whines and cries as she holds on your unrelenting wrist to slow it down. But now your fingers are replaced by your throbbing dick, furiously and sloppily fucking her core.

Chaeyeon is screaming loudly. Her high-pitched shrills drown out your own rough groans at her abundant wetness. Her juices spill out from the used cunt like a waterfall. The carpet is stained with her squirt and the walls of the bedroom struggle to contain her shameless screams.

By now, her head is thrown back on your shoulder, drool dripping from her lips the same way cum does from her lower ones. Eyes rolled back and the blonde locks of hair dishevelled from the pulling you do to it ten scenes ago, her ass meets your lap again and again, slapping sounds echoing in the bedroom along with obscene sounds of wetness. Her nipples are hard against the fabric of the red shirt, and you can’t help but palm them, relishing the way her tits bounce along with her.

As you pump her pussy and spread her legs further, your sex-dazed mind forms the hopes of the camera perfectly capturing the desperate cries of “Fuck! Don’t stop, daddy—fuck!”, the way Chaeyeon is shaking with sensitivity on your lap, and the skimpy black shorts stained with cum. Those are the highlights of this; any good video should be entertaining and in high quality, right?

If this were a film, you’d surely rate it five stars. Five stars for the hot lead actress, the whiny moans, and the squirting.

The film comes to an end when you curse under your breath and fill Chaeyeon to the brim with cum. You could feel her body shaking, the last of her own spraying from her pussy and the tears from her eyes drying. Semen paints her walls white and drips down her thighs. Even the camera is stained with it and decorates the scene of Chaeyeon limp on your lap, panting heavily as her core and mind go numb, numb, numb.

Roll credits.

Sugar Overload

Miyawaki Sakura x M!Reader Smut

Ice cream is one favorite delicacy of hers, but she swears that cum is her first pick.

She’s surely going to be diabetic with how much she loves it. She could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner… dessert is just not enough for her. Even with ice cream she is careful, only consuming it in small generous cups at the grocery store and at restaurants on special occasions, but with cum, she likes to drop to her knees for it everywhere: the men’s bathroom, the dressing room at the mall, in bed in quick gulps and gags.

And right now, in the alley.

It’s unhealthy, really. But everytime she asks for more, you could not bring yourself to say no.

Even when Sakura demanded that she has you for her dessert right here in this musty alleyway, your back pressed against the brick wall while she kneels on the floor. Her pastel brown top is stained with your cum; she’s a messy eater. The alley is not enough to contain your heavy sighs, and the continuous sounds of gulping and sucking.

Sakura’s plump lips are wrapped around you while her hands rest on your thighs. She gives your tip firm sucks while her tongue swirls around it. It’s sensitive from how much she has sucked it, so this time you expect she’d get her dessert a little earlier.

“P-Please, Kkura,” you beg of her, hips spasming as they jerk involuntarily into her greedy mouth. You do not know if you are begging her to stop or pleading for more. Your constant ejaculations are not enough for her as she continues bobbing her head back and forth. Slick strings of saliva hang from her mouth when she withdraws from you to moan loudly.

Cum drips down her chin after you orgasm for the… fifth time? Or is it the sixth time? You do not know, but you are aware that cream spilling from her mouthis something she doesn’t like. She wants to fill her mouth with it till her cheeks are full. No drop of it should be wasted.

Not one drop.

You don’t know why you suddenly feel afraid when you see the look in her eyes change.

Right there and then, Sakura isn’t an innocent beauty anymore. She’s a greedy maneater, large eyes staying on yours as she fondles your sensitive balls, determined to have her dessert whether you like it or not.

“Fffffuck.”

If she is going to keep doing this, you might as well take advantage of the situation.

New determination filling you, you tug on Sakura’s long brown hair and thrust into her mouth while curses leave yours. She gags. Tears form in her eyes, but she isn’t one to back down from a challenge.

She returns the enthusiasm. Her hand wraps around the base of your dick before she bobs her head down to take more of you. You restrain a moan, but the action is useless since the sounds of pleasure could still be heard from you.

As Miyawaki Sakura drains you of cum again with another harsh suck accompanied with quick pumps around the rest of your length, you ejaculate into her mouth with a grunt. She chokes when you do, droplets of drool and cum rolling down her mouth as she finally pulls away.

Cum on her face, mouth, and chest, Sakura’s dazed eyes lock onto your dick once more. Knowing what she is about to do, you whimper out mixed pleads.

“S-Sakura… I don’t know if I can take anymore.”

“For you maybe, but me?” Sakura licks her lips, an evil smile forming there. “I could do this all day.”

아름다운 색

Kang Hyewon x M!Reader Smut

Her eyes could outshine the sun.

Of course, it’s hard to tell when the sunlight is streaming inside the moving train and making her skin pink, but you swear that the way her eyes become bright everytime she takes out her a new coloring book and fills the bland pages with the colors of the rainbow puts even the biggest star in the world to shame.

You have never been one to hanker after coloring and drawing. You’ve always convinced yourself that you are better off writing rather than drawing the picture, but Hyewon makes you want to try it out. You really want to know how simply scribbling hues of colors on paper could bring such happiness to her.

As much as just watching her have fun color makes you happy too.

She brings that damn coloring book everywhere. It makes you chuckle sometimes, but it is an endearing thing that the adult coloring book you bought for her on her birthday (“There’s like a thousand pages more in here,” you joked, “so you wouldn’t have to gobble it up so quickly”) is such a special thing to her. Normally presents given to friends would be pretentiously appreciated then given away, but Hyewon… Hyewon is different.

The coloring book is her treasure. She is always proud to show off a new page she colored in with to anyone who asked about the book. She’d make sure to add that you gifted it to her. Then whoever’s asking her about it would take a look at you, grin widely, and say, “You two are a cute couple.”

But of course, you aren’t dating Hyewon; she’s just a best friend.

You don’t know why the last two words make your heart sting a little.

Apparently, the smile has disappeared from your face because you could hear Hyewon’s soft voice inquire, “Are you alright?”

You snap out of your thoughts. You turn to her with a small grin. “Yeah, of course I am.”

A look of relief washes over Hyewon. “Oh, thank God! I thought I was bothering you too much with my talking.”

How could she ever bother you?

“Don’t worry; I always love to listen to you.”

Your words are truthful; how can you be not alright when you’re on a road trip in a caboose train with the most beautiful girl in the world? How would you not tire of listening to her?

Hyewon is gorgeous. You are not even being biased with it; she is just drop-dead gorgeous. Her face is angelic: big innocent eyes and a sharp nose. Her brown hair fits her so well and so does the red sweater.

Anyone would immediately crush on her.

“Do you want to color this?” she asks you.

Your eyes dart down to her finger tapping on a drawing of a sky and chuckle. “Sure, but mind you, it’ll be terrible.”

“Oh, don’t shit on yourself too much. I like your coloring. You seem to enjoy it.”

Your face becomes almost as red as Hyewon’s outfit, and it’s definitely not because of the sun.

You start to sputter out words of denial, but you stop yourself. If Hyewon says she likes you—no, she likes your coloring—then you should do it more.

She hands you an array of colored pencils. She places the book flat on the helpful table that is attached to the seats in front of you, and continues drawing pinecone trees above grayish ground.

You gaze at the pencils confusedly. Orange, yellow, and gray just for a dimming sky? In terms of creative arts, you’re a useless baby next to Hyewon.

But you do not worry about it too much. As the train continues to run on the curving tracks, you fill in Hyewon’s drawing of a sky with yellow. Maybe it would look better if you lightened the pressure on the paper? Yeah, that works.

This is probably the millionth page Hyewon has drawn into, and whenever you skim through her art books, you are just filled with admiration. Her mind must be as beautiful as her if she could draw out such scenes. Beneath the page the two of you are using is a tearful eye with the “A Starry Night” reflecting in it, and before that is a draeing of dream Hyewon has told you about. And two pages back is a creepy version of Alice in Wonderland, then… you get the gist of it.

“You know, you’re really good at this. I’m glad I went on this trip,” says Hyewon thoughtfully. She wriggles her hand in the air as it grows tired of the constant drawing. “I’ve always loved road trips, but they’re nicer with you.”

“You too. I—I mean, it’s nice that…”

Heat creeps to your ears as you embarrass yourself in front of Hyewon. The smile on her face is addicting as she laughs at your humiliated face, her hand playfully ruffling your hair.

“Calm down, are you that in love with me?” she kids.

Yes, you whisper in the back of your mind. Always have been.

But you are too much of a coward to tell her that. You wouldn’t dare speak about it in your life.

So you only deny her words in embarrassment, and resume your coloring. But the lines you scribble become wiggly, and the tip of the pencil breaks on the paper.

Though Hyewon is giggling, you cannot help but feel your heart slowly sink to the depths of sadness. Sadness induced by the thought that she will never know how you feel about her, or feel the same about you.

*****

Hyewon is so lovely.

You cannot rid yourself of the thought even after you exit the train. Hyewon had leaped off the train with a cheerful whoop!, almost tripping on the ground. You shared a laugh about it for a while before the two of you walk to the café you have heard was the best around here.

Only the best for Hyewon.

The café is not too far, but it’s still a tiresome walk for your poor legs. However, you make no complaints about it, only drinking in the delight in Hyewon’s face at the unfamiliar yet exciting surroundings.

“You think a café will be enough for dinner?” you ask her, snatching a glance at your watch. “It’s already four. We can just eat there for dessert if you want to.”

“I’ll be fine with whatever you want,” says Hyewon courteously. “I’m happy either way.”

“You sure?”

“Of course! Do you think dinosaurs can quack?”

You burst out laughing.

You should have expected that. Hyewon manages to make every normal conversation into something weird, but in a way that’s funny for the two of you.

Used to her antics by now, you nod, playing along. “Is there scientific evidence that says ‘Nah, a dinosaur can’t quack’?”

Deep in contemplation, she shrugs. “I don’t think so.”

“Then yes, dinosaurs can quack.”

She erupts in loud laughter. Passers-by on the same sidewalk look at her in confusion, but that doesn’t bother Hyewon at all. You bet that she doesn’t even see them walk by.

Ahh, you love her so much.

“Let’s play a game!” she suggests. “I sing something, and you guess it.”

“Why not?”

“Alright!” Hyewon gulps roughly. “Have you ever seen anything?”

Oh, you know this one! Isn’t this—

“Areumdaun saek, areumdaun saek, areumdaun saek!”

Hyewon giggles in delight. “You know that song?”

“Of course I do! You sing it all the time!”

“Let’s sing it together!”

These are one of the most beautiful moments in your life: not caring one bit about the people that judge the two of you singing your hearts out while walking the streets in a place unfamilar but welcoming.

Hyewon always sings this song while she colors. As you are an avid fan of her and her art, it is not unusual for you to hear the song being hummed from her. You have even looked up the song on YouTube and memorized the lyrics just so you could jam to it together.

The two of you skip down the sidewalk with light steps, hands intertwined and throats sore from singing.

“Have you ever seen anything?”

“Areumdaun saek, areumdaun saek, areumdaun saek!”

“Have you ever seen this color?”

“Areumdaun saek areumdaun daun daun!”

Hyewon cackles when you imitate the robotic voice. You laugh heartily with her too, though sometimes you don’t understand how she finds everything you do funny.

You do dumb little dances to jam along to Hyewon’s singing. No words could describe how much you love her voice. Whether she talks, sings, hums, it really doesn’t matter—you’re crazily in love with her either way.

You love all of it. Her soft voice when she sings, her excited voice when she talks about something she loves, her—

“Hey, where are you going! Get back here!”

A sudden shove across your interlocked hands causes Hyewon to fall over. She would have collapsed on the ground if it weren’t for your quick hands clutcing her.

Your mind races. What the hell is happening?

Your eyes dart onto a man in black, clutching Hyewon’s book to himself.

“He—he has my coloring book!”

You and Hyewon run after the guy. You aren’t a very fast runner, but God, this thief almost made you feel like an athlete. He clumsily stumbles as he dashes away from you, but within a minute and a few lopsided turns in alleys, you manage to catch him.

He yelps as Hyewon tackles him to the ground after you trip him with your foot.

“Not cool, bro,” you tell him as he wheezes on the ground. You take Hyewon’s coloring book from him, dusting it off. “Why would you even want a coloring book anyway?”

“Just—ow! Stop hitting me!” the thief wails at Hyewon’s constant slaps.

“Ergh! Why did you do it?” Hyewon asks him. Her hand is raised threateningly in the air.

“Well… ” The guy suddenly looks sheepish. “You two look cute together. I wanted to see what would happen if I put you into a situation like this.”

What? “Are you kidding me right now?”

“No!” the robber says, shaking his head as he dodges another punch from Hyewon. “Do you think I’d risk police just for nothing? You two are cute! Are you dating?”

You and Hyewon turn to each other. When you do, you see her surprised face, just as she sees your red one.

Suddenly, the two of you cannot make eye contact with each other. Ears tinged with dark red, you shake your heads no.

“Ohhh,” the robber says, narrowing his eyes. “I know what you guys are. You’re one of those people who desperately wanna date but—”

“'—Are too scared to confess’,” you finish for him sulkily. “Yeah, I know.”

You see a confusing brew of emotions drop on Hyewon all at once. Is that fear you see? Surprise? Wait, is that realization?

You have a bad feeling that you know how this will end.

“What?” Hyewon says in disbelief. Her eyes are wide as she looks up at you, hands still tightly wrapped around the robber’s throat. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’m sorry, Hyewon!” you say anxiously. “I knew you liked that other guy so I never told you about what I felt.”

“You know, you’re so cute, but that doesn’t beat how unbelievably stupid you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m in love with you too, you wallflower!”

Wait, what?

Did she just call you a wallflower?

No, that’s not the point at all, you realize. She has just told you she loved you too!

This is not how you expected it to end at all. Just seconds ago, you were already preparing yourself mentally for the painful rejection, and possibly a broken friendship ought to be eternal. But now, here is Kang Hyewon, kneeling on the ground choking a guy, declaring to the world that she is in love with you?

Are you dreaming?

“Andddd I better get going!”

The thief slips away from beneath Hyewon’s fingers. He seems to have faked the clumsiness earlier because he is much faster now, long strides bringing him farther and farther away.

Silence hangs in the air for long, eternal minutes. You do not know how to react at all; what is one supposed to do when their long-time crush finally confesses mutual feelings? Do a break-dance?

Yeah, definitely not the best option, but you have no idea what to do. Her playful profanity-induced insults have transformed into a profanity-induced confession that you are having trouble believing is real.

Hyewon grumbles. “Oh come here, you.”

She grabs you by the wrist and drags you up a pair of twisting stairs attached to the walls of the alley. As you get higher and higher, you wonder what she will do to you the moment you reach the last step.

±

The stairs lead to an upper floor motel, where she quickly books for a one-bed room. There, she thanks the lady behind the receptionist desk and keys open the door to the room.

“H-Hyewon,” you stammer as you enter the room, “I’m really sorry—”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Her voice is softer now. She sits on the edge of the bed, eyes remaining on yours as her hands shudder around the frame.

You stand in front of the closed door, hands tucked in your pockets. Your anxiety is washing at a low now, but whenever you recall the incidents that occured a few minutes ago, it threatens to rise again.

“I’m sorry for… cursing,” she says quietly. “I just didn’t know how to react.”

“Me neither. When I heard you confess my whole system shut down.”

A small smile draws itself on her face. It must be another one of her arts because it is as beautiful as the drawings she creates on the pages of the book. It makes you remember the first time you met her, the same time you fell in love with her.

It sounds cheesy but you know what you felt at that moment. You could perfectly remember blushing furiously as the ever-so-pretty Hyewon jokes around you. You remember her patting your shoulder comfortingly, and the rough drawings on scratch paper.

You wonder when she found out she likes you too.

“Well,” she starts uncertainly, “since we like each other… do you—do you think we should kiss?”

“Maybe?”

She rises from the bed. She makes slow yet long strides towards you, her shoes tapping against the tiled floor. You shift in your position at the door in an attempt to hide your excitement.

Suddenly, she is too close for casualness. Then, her lips touch yours.

It is a brief kiss, one that’s riddled with nervousness and uncertainty. But it does not matter; Hyewon’s soft lips are like heaven to you. Two pillars of pink that you can’t seem to get enough of.

When she pulls away, you whimper. She laughs when she hears it.

“What’s the matter?” she asks.

“That was too… ”

“Short?”

“Yeah,” you say with a gulp.

“Let’s make it longer then.”

Her voice has become deeper, breath hot against your ear. You shiver as she plants kisses all over your neck, your chest, your cheeks. Your hands find themselves on her hips.

“You’re blushing so hard,” she remarks, chuckling a little. “Take this to the bed?”

“I—I don’t know what to… ”

Heat forms in your face and ears, both from Hyewon’s beauty and humiliation as yout best friend’s jaw drops.

A taunting giggle. “You idiot! You didn’t tell me you were a virgin!”

“I’m not!” you deny it. “I’ve had sex loads of times! W-with my previous girlfriend, and… ”

The knowing smile on her face makes you stop talking. You hang your head in shame.

A hand comes to your cheek to caress it lovingly, thumb rubbing comforting patterns on your face. She lifts your face with both hands and kisses your nose.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” she cooes. “Is it your first time?”

You nod.

Her smile grows wider. You do not know if that should make you nervous or more aroused? Maybe both? No, you are more nervous. Wait, you’re actually turned on.

Whatever the emotion you are feeling, you know Hyewon wouldn’t dare hurt you.

Suddenly, her hand is rubbing you through your jeans. Not used to the feeling of a hand rubbing down there other than your own, your knees immediately buckle, a premature moan leaving your lips.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back against the door. “Hyewon…”

Your moan clearly has an effect on Hyewon: she bites her lower lip and palms your dick even more, legs squirming against each other.

“The way you say my name makes me so so wet.” Hyewon’s hand quickens. “Moan for me, baby. Loud.”

She doesn’t have to order you for you to do so; the thought of your crush getting so worked up at you gasping out her name does the work.

“You’re so cute. I mean, you aren’t supposed to be since, since we’re having sex but… you’re too cute.”

Being called cute by the Kang Hyewon? You are not sure if this is real. It just makes you shyer.

“Y-You are too. But right now… you’re just really hot.”

You have always seen Hyewon as the beautiful person she is, but her prettiness seems to have reached beyond limits. You do not believe someone could actually be this pretty.

You push Hyewon down onto the bed. As the two of you sink into the mattress, your lips engage in a torrid kiss. Her shorts have been discarded on the floor.

Hyewon’s hands are on the sides of your face while one of yours is around her thigh. Her mouth is warm and delicious, heaven on earth.

And you are about to explore this paradise.

A newfound confidence birthed within you, you lift Hyewon’s red tight sweater to her neck. Now her full, plump breasts are in their full glory, only held back by a matching red bra. You give them ample squeezes, tugging down one cup to pinch the erect nipple. In return, she moans loudly, her helpless sounds of pleasure arousing you even more.

Once you tear the bra off, you waste no time and completely dive into her tits.

“Oh… oh god…” Hyewon sighs as you suck on her tits like an infant. She cries out when you trace your touch to her stomach and legs. Her mind has gone completely blank; all she could think of is how wet she is, and how much she needs you inside her.

“Baby.”

“Fuck,” you curse, feeling weak at the pet name she utters. You swear you’ve dreamed of this before. More heat forms at the pit of your stomach. “Yeah?”

She’s shaking. “I need you. I need you so bad.”

Hyewon sounds so desperate it makes you even hotter. You kiss her chest before doing so to the rest of her body, pressing your lips to her stomach and thighs repeatedly.

You prod her legs open. The white lace panties are cute, but you bet that they’d look better off of her.

And so you carefully tug them off, keeping everything at a snail’s pace. Hyewon’s face shows her mixed feelings of impatience and arousal. She shakes whenever you slowly caress her thighs, or kiss the insides of them.

“You ready, Hyewon?” you ask her softly. You barely recognize your own voice.

She nods.

You blow on her wet cunt to tease her, causing her thighs to imprison your head in between them. A glad inmate, you finally place your mouth on her.

Hyewon cries out.

Trying to recall the scenes you’ve watched in porn, you draw the letters of the alphabet in between her folds just as Hyewon’s artistic skills have poured out into the coloring book. You lap up her wetness with your tongue and swirl it around her clit, making sure to flick it with your tip to have her seeing stars.

“You’re so delicious,” you say, words muffled by her cunt. You almost could not breathe because of how tight her thighs are around your neck and head. One hand on her thigh and another firm around your dick, you jerk yourself off with quick aimless pumps while your mouth busily gives Hyewon head.

Her hips go crazy against your mouth. Her back archs and her hands are tight around the bed sheets. She bucks her hips into your mouth while you dip your tongue inside her every now and then, tasting her completely and rendering her whimpering.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. How are you so fucking good with that—” Hyewon’s eyes have rolled back. You could tell she is about to—

Her intense orgasm is accompanied with more wetness dripping down your chin, and a loud cry of pleasure. You slow down to occasional thrusts inside her, and gentle flicks to her throbbing nub.

When you don’t let up, she whimpers. “Wait, b-baby, slow down.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”

“No, it’s okay, I just…” She sighs contentedly. A tired but assuring smile is on her face. “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in a while.”

“What was the last one?” you tease with a grin.

“Oh, you know…” Hyewon says slyly. She is still panting heavily, so her words are riddled with light exhaustion. “Getting myself off in my room while thinking of how good you can pound me. I always had dreams like that.”

“Let’s make them come true then.”

You don’t know where all this confidence came from. You expected to chicken out on your first time and probably leave a girl hanging, but here you are, having your long-time crush cum just from your tongue.

Hyewon giggles. She is more than glad to allow you to magic her fantasies into life.

It’s not difficult for you to be able to do that, really. All it takes is just one thrust.

One.

You could feel your tough persona fade away the moment you sheath your dick inside Hyewon. It becomes too much just in one second, feeling how tight Hyewon is around you and hearing her gasp at the first thrust. Your cheeks become red as you try to relax from the pleasure that seems too much and too little at the same time.

Look up at Hyewon and you find it even more difficult to relax; she is moaning loudly, her head is thrown back and her tits in full display in front of you. Two firm thrusts and they bounce deliciously.

Three… four… and after that, you could not keep count.

You forget the numbers. You forget everything. The only thing that remains in your mind is Hyewon letting out the lewdest of moans, high-pitched and gaspy, and her ever-so-tight pussy gripping onto you.

Hands tight around her thighs, you use your grip on them as leverage to jackhammer into her. Her moans turn into screams. Her hole stretches everytime to welcome your cock inside, rubbing against her walls. Hyewon squirms and writhes until she orgasms for the second time tonight, more wetness dripping from her hole.

The constant thrusting makes her quiver from sensitivity. Seeing her shake and moan like that is a wet dream come true.

You could feel yourself arriving climax. Although you hate to do so, you hastily pull out from Hyewon’s heavenly warmth and pump yourself quickly. Your knees buckle as you ejaculate on her stomach, endless spurts of cum shooting from your cock.

It’s quite artistic, really, you think to yourself, how in some way, in the end, you too became an artist like Hyewon. The scene of you painting your best friend’s stomach and chest with white is probably one of the greates pieces of art you’ve ever made in your life.

Another is the scene of giggles and teasing afterwards, along with the blooming of a new love with the girl you’ve dreamed of making so with.

Up and Down

Im Nayeon x M!Reader Smut

A/N: Since Nayeon is too hot, this will be the only time I’ll write for a group not in my list. Don’t expect more though.

What goes up must come down.

The quote applies to everything, literally and figuratively, though not many people realize so. A bout of overconfidence can bring a person down into a loophole of failure. A ball can bounce as high as it could and gravity would still bring it back onto the floor of the covered basketball court.

That’s just how everything works.

For example, Nayeon’s firm ass lifting itself high and slamming back onto your lap again. Her body sinking back onto your dick. Her tits bouncing up and down as she humps your dick desperately, endless sighs of pleasure leaving her mouth.

Her back is turned to you—a reverse cowgirl—and your own rests heavily against the headboard of the creaking bed, but you can perfectly picture the expression on her face: eyes rolled back and mouth wide open, tongue sticking out. You groan out at just imagining it, but your second groan is now induced by how roughly she rides you. Her legs shake and her walls suddenly constrict tighter around you, bringing her to the umpteenth orgasm of the night.

“Oh—ohhh!” Nayeon gasps. Her legs feel like jelly and her core is tight with heat. Nevertheless, she continues her riding. Her abundant wetness coats your cock from mushroom head to base. She whimpers and quivers with every rough bounce.

She doesn’t even need to undress for you to find her so fucking hot. All she has to do is lift that miniskirt high and grip onto the bedsheets rfor dear life. Oh, and moan just like that. Her moans provoke animalistic desires within you, that being the reason for the bed stained with white cum and milky thighs still being spread wide despite the many orgasms you have already lost count of.

With a whimper, she circles her hips, loving the feeling of your cock rubbing against her walls. Her hand removes itself from the sheets to rub her slick clit in circles. That little action causes her to spasm and shake violently. Nayeon’s hips rise again and back down. She fucks herself onto your cock, desperate to feel more of your cum gushing inside her like a waterfall.

Her breath hitches. “Ahh, f-fuck.” She pauses for a while, but you do not let her. This is not the time to rest. Grab her waist, slam her up and down on your dick like a rag doll and she screams. “Fuck! Harder, harder!”

When her screamed pleads are obeyed, Nayeon shakes even more. You cum into her with a loud grunt of your own, filling her insides with semen and fucking what drips out into her hole.

For this night, Im Nayeon is nothing but a sex doll. A doll to be used and played with till it breaks. She is beginning to crack, her screams getting louder and louder plus her cunt spraying girl cum all over the blanket, and you know that the rough night would soon come to an end.

Might as well make the most out of it while it lasts.

Sweat rolls down both of your bodies that even the air conditioner in the room cannot cool. The cool air makes her nipples erect underneath the blue fabric; you pinch them in between your fingers and palm them while continuing the assault on Nayeon’s overused hole. Run your hands all over her sensitive body and prod her thighs open wider, stretching her apart with how your cock struggles to fit inside her.

You make it fit. But no matter how many times you’ve fucked her senseless, she still remains tight as ever as if it is the first time she has been penetrated. Everything is always just as euphoric—if not better—than the first time.

Nayeon shakes and cries out. Her weak body slumps against yours, head thrown back on your shoulder. You ejaculate again and pound overflowing ropes of cum into her. She quivers as she receives what seems to be her… ninth load of the night? No, maybe it’s just the seventh. Or is it actually the eleventh?

Whatever it is, it sure isn’t the last.

Another round of ups and downs.

Consequences

Yoo Karina x M!Reader Smut

The world is a strange place. It fascinates you sometimes how you could just be talking cheerfully with Giselle in the recording studio, chatting about life and occasionally interests you share, and the next thing you know you are pinned down flat on the car seat beneath Karina. The doors are locked and the air conditioner failing to cool the heat that gathers in between the two of you this very moment.

Her long brown hair is tied up into a high ponytail, the strands of hair pulled back to let you perfectly see her eyes blazing with anger.

This is the only time in your life you find yourself terrified of your girlfriend.

Her plentiful tits are smushed against your chest. “You know I don’t like it"—then the tight white shirt is lifted up—"when you t-talk"—her boobs are smothering your face now—"like that to other girls, right?”

You try to shake your head. “No” is a response muffled by her bosom, and then a groan as Karina grinds her crotch onto yours. To make up for your doings, you suck and lick at her breasts hungrily, making her shake in her position above you.

“Then why were you doing that?”

A fling of her high-cut shorts to somewhere only she knows in the small car, then the feeling of her damp panties rubbing against your erection. You know that despite her jealousy, she gets turned on by this too, seeing how she grinds on your bulge and ignites sparks of heat in between your crotches. And you hate to admit that you are as well.

Of course, who wouldn’t be when you have æspa’s it girl, main dancer, and leader Yoo Jimin on top of you?

The grinding is painfully slow. You moan and try to buck your hips upwards, but all that earns you is her hand around your neck, and another pumping of your dick furiously. “Gahhh, J-Jimin, I’m sorry.”

She smirks. “A little too late for that now.”

You yelp when you feel her wet cunt sinking down onto your length. Since when did she take off her panties?! Or did she have none to begin with? Wait, if she had none to begin with, what was… oh, never mind, you do not know; you aren’t left with time to think either, as Karina starts bouncing on top of you.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “You really can’t keep getting away with this, you know… just because you have a b-big… dick!” She yelps when your tip meets her cervix, penetrating her completely.

“It’s- it’s frustrating.” She rides you in a painfully slow pace—up down up down, then circle her hips when your dick sheathes itself in between her glistening folds again. “And I see the way you look at her. Looking at her ass.”

“I wasn’t,” you protest. “You know I only love you, Jimin.”

She laughs sarcastically. “Really? Or has Uchinaga Aeri’s ass added to the list of the ‘only’ things you love?”

She picks up the pace. Her thighs slap against your own and her tits bounce along deliciously. You are deprived of the opportunity to knead them in your hands as Karina has gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. She is so tight that you cannot believe that you actually have managed to fit inside her.

Her walls massage your cock continuously, her moans mixing in with the sounds of slapping and wetness held in by the car. “Tell me!”

“Of course not!” you gasp out. When she unsheathes your cock, it comes out moist with her juices, precum leaking from the tip. “I only love you, Jimin.”

“Liar.”

You cry out as Karina rides you furiously, using you for her own pleasure as punishment for allegedly giving in to unfaithful temptations. Occasionally, she lets out a vulnerable shaky moan, pleasure overcoming her face. But she makes it disappear in just a millisecond with her hands around your throat.

“You are not allowed to cum unless I say so, understand?” she tells you. “Such good… fffffucking dick. Can’t believe I'm—”

She releases a gaspy cry when she climaxes. Her walls squeeze your cock painfully and deliciously, causing you to ejaculate into her as well. She quakes as the aftershocks of the first orgasm takes over her, more wetness dripping from her cunt and onto your crotch.

You know that you’re in big trouble when you witness the pleasured expression on her face transform into a scary one. You whimper in protest, but now Karina bounces on you harder and faster. Her breaths are cut short by girlish moans at the immediate stimulation, but the grip of her walls around you never changes.

Oh no.

“Didn’t I tell you you only cum when I let you?” she snarls. Slide in, slide out, her hands on your throat. “Since you wanted to cum so badly, let’s make you do it till you break.”

The veins on your member are continuously massaged by Karina’s tightness. She does not allow you to rest even after an intense orgasm. She remains relentless and rough, fucking your cock into her wetness while her breasts bounce up and down, pink nipples erect from both arousal and the cool air-conditioner.

You cry out as another orgasm is forced out of you. It’s only the second one yet you already feel spent. “P-Please, Jimin, I’m sorry,” you croak out weakly.

“Sorry enough to let me keep you here the whole day?”

You are not sure, but it isn’t about your permission, really, though you think you agree.

In the end, Yoo Karina continues riding you at the speed of ten angry bulls, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you even with poor Ningning staring at you from outside the car with horrified eyes.

Edge of Heaven

Kim Chaewon x M!Reader Smut

The world has seemed to weigh down on you all day. It’s expected of course; the tiring half-awake train ride to work and the eternal hours of feeling like an abandoned Tamagotchi running on default in the office is enough to make you feel like that. Though you feel like that everyday, you still have not gotten used to it.

But you’re sure Chaewon is having a harder time bearing a heavy weight than you, seeing as your position beside her where you mercilessly shove your dick in between her folds is too much for such a small frame to bear. You are constantly knocking her near the edge of the sofa，so you keep an arm around her to keep her from falling. Wouldn’t want her to hurt herself, would you?

But whatever you do, she falls anyway. Not in the literal sense of the term, of course, but she falls in different ways. She falls for the way your hands slip beneath the loose white polo to feel her sensitive stomach and breasts, the way you spread her legs further apart to fuck into her faster. Because of that, she is on the verge of delusion, mindless babbling leaving her lips while cum leaves and returns to her lower ones.

Fall for me.

“Gahhh, o-oppa,” Chaewon mumbles out weakly. You could barely understand her with your fingers in her mouth, but you can figure out what she’s talking about with the red that fills her cheeks and ears. “I’m so full.”

Quite the truthful observation, you note. One look down at yours and Chaewon’s crotches meeting and you can see white cream trailing down her inner thighs and cunt. It’s the doing of your cock constantly slipping in and out of her, not letting up for just a second.

“And I’m not stopping till everything is in you.”

She whimpers and sucks on your fingers desperately to keep herself sane. But with sensitivity running high on her tight body and you steadily thumbing her clit, that’s nearly impossible. Chaewon blubbers and cries out as she orgasms again, another spraying of her girl cum onto the sofa.

And even with that, you don’t stop.

You really should have fucked her on top of a blanket if you were going to do it on the couch; a creamy white color stains the fabric and the sweet scent of sex runs in the atmosphere. But your common sense seems to fade away just at the sight of Chaewon babbling and moaning, legs shaking and tight pussy dripping of arousal.

Quite fascinating how just a pretty girl shaking from overstimulation could ruin you to bits like this.

That’s exactly why, just for the sake of sweet revenge, you are determined to ruin her back.

“Ahhh!” Chaewon cries out when you place your mouth on her delicious neck and start sucking at it. Goosebumps break across her milky skin as your own milk spurts from your cock and fills her to the brim again.

You curse; some of the semen drips out of her hole. You move her legs to the perfect angle to fuck it back into her and fuck more of it in her as well. Her high-pitched cries mix in with the sounds of your skin slapping against hers. Her hands grip onto the edges of the couch as your teeth and tongue leave love bites on her shoulder and neck.

“More! More! More!” Her yelped pleads for more of delicious sin are cut off when your lips meet hers. Moans muffling against your mouth, Chaewon convulses and quivers as your slick-covered fingers keep stimulating her nub.

Tears run down her eyes. You cannot tell if they are out of pain or pleasure. You bet on both. You bite down onto her lower lip and lick it, thrusting your dick to the hilt and filling her with you. Her tightness is a heaven only you could come to (or into).

Chaewon is still shaking. Her nipples stand erect under the polo shirt stained with her tears. Scratches and nail imprints are left on her thighs while her used pussy leaks of cum. Her dazed eyes that swim with tears are half-closed.

Mission Fuck Kim Chaewon Senseless? Accomplished.

Trio

• Breed - IZ*ONE’s Kwon Eunbi

“It really isn’t comfortable here. You should—ahhh, can we do it like this?”

You can feel her quiver in excitement as you hold her legs up in the air, keeping her in a mating press while her clit twitches at the cool air blowing over it. “I don’t remember you having a say in the matter.”

“I should! B-Besides"—Eunbi whimpers when you first push your erection inside her, suddenly feeling hot—"I wanted to do this. So it’s really about you.”

Pump into her a few times experimentally. She’s already gushing with arousal, coating your dick with her juices. She tries to hold back her whimpery moans as you pick up the pace. “And if I say no?”

“Wait, please don’t say no!” Eunbi’s tongue hangs out at the side of her mouth. Her walls clench down onto your cock desperately. “I want you to breed me, breed me till I cry and it’s all gushing out of me and"—her voice gets higher and she tightens around you—"I can’t move anymore! Please oppa, I know you want to.”

Hearing her talk so filthy like that makes you thrust deeper and faster. Her screams fill the room while you fill her hole to the hilt with cum, not letting a single drop slip out.

• Anal - BLACKPINK’s Kim Jisoo

Jisoo’s voice is deeper than usual. But you assure her it only makes her even more attractive to you, and your dick harder.

Her tight ass has difficulty accomodating you, but you really think that that’s one of the things that’s making her so wet. Your fingers inside her other wet hole are stuffing her to the brim, thrusting in and out while you slowly push in and out of Jisoo’s asshole.

Her airy moans bring you to the brink of insanity. You don’t want to hurt her, you remind yourself, but it seems like she wants you too. She’s really teasing you with the tight stockings that hug her creamy legs and the pair of black shorts that do little to the imagination.

The shorts are on the floor now.

You pound Jisoo’s ass like there’s no tomorrow. “Fuck!” she yells out, biting her lip. She pushes back into you, then cries out when she is penetrated again and again, driving her closer and closer to her own orgasm.

You come first. Her butthole is creamed from the inside to the brim while her ass cheeks are red from your spanking. Even as her legs begin to give out and her pussy squirts another round of girl cum, you refuse to stop for a second.

• Face Fuck - Red Velvet’s Joy

It’s entertaining to see the process of a spoiled brat finally getting the punishment she both despises and craves for.

Joy has been getting on your nerves all day. The slutty photos she sends to your phone keep getting you into trouble, and so do the naughty audios of her touching herself. Her whining does not help either.

But now, her “Why can’t you come home already?!” and “Daddy, please!"s are replaced with "Guhk, guhk, guhk.”

She makes the perfect fuckdoll, actually, with those large teary eyes that never leave yours and pretty full lips. Pretty lips where you thrust your dick in mercilessly, where your length is continuously slobbered from base to tip with saliva and a skilled tongue.

She gags everytime your tip meets the back of her throat. “Ahh,” she sighs, and her squeal is muffled by another round of you furiously pumping her mouth when her constant fingering of herself finally has her cumming.

She shakes, riding her own fingers for another high and sucking you off to help you reach your own.

When you do, she makes sure to put on a show. You pull out from between her lips and jerk yourself off quickly. Just one, two, three pumps and you paint her face white. She closes her eyes and sticks her tongue out in eager anticipation as your cum lands on her cheeks and the flat of her tongue.

Of course, that isn’t enough for you at all. A greedy sinner, you dip your cock back into her mouth for another feel of her throat milking you of cum and tongue swirling around your sensitive spots.

It Lives In The Woods

Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut

A/N: I really don’t understand what you mean by that, but I tried to make it as dark as possible. This has been in my drafts for too long.

There’s a band-aid taped on her cheek.

You wonder what happened to it; it is only today that Eunbi showed up with that. Maybe she accidentally cut it with a sharp fingernail or brushed against a low tree branch while you were in the woods with her. You bet on the latter.

Whatever happened to her cheek, it doesn’t matter. There are bigger things you had to worry about besides that, like the way the two of you are too close to the ends of the bridge’s sidewalks and just a little push would send the two of you falling to the water below it. Or the fact that there were slits on her forearms again that the sleeve of her jacket fail to hide.

They could still be seen despite the pitch-black night with the help of the streetlights that were placed on the sidewalk. Even the people who drive on the road could look out their car windows and immediately spot them. Maybe that is why she refuses to let a sliver of her arm out of the sweater, pretending that the cuts do not exist.

You try to go along with her play pretend too, but it still hurts. It hurts seeing those wounds though they were not made on your own skin.

It hurts. And then—

“My eyes hurt,” she says. The wind blows harder, and behind the glasses that sit on her nose, Eunbi’s eyes close.

“The specs don’t help?” you ask.

“They do, but…I get tired anyway.”

Don’t we all?

The sounds of cars revving and horns beeping are all you could hear for a while. The silence from the two of you gives you time to think. But your thoughts only trouble you further.

As you stare at the slits on her arm, you think of how much you love her, and how she loves you too. But sometimes you feel that even if you love her more than anyone in this world and go to all lengths to protect her, she would still find a way to endanger herself. It’s both scary and intriguing.

For example:

She sighs loudly and throws her head back. “I want to jump.”

I want to jump.

You immediately know what she is talking about. Just typical suicidal Eunbi, the two of you sharing the same loneliness that no one seems to care about.

Though it’s nothing out of the usual, her words still alarm you everytime.

“I’ll jump with you,” you say, trying to hide your concern with a forced grin.

Her eyes are finally open to be able to see your teasing face. “Cute,” she says sarcastically. That earns you a flick to your forehead. “But tell me, oppa.”

“Tell you what?”

“What do you think will happen after we both jump?”

What are you, a shaman? Of course you don’t know. It’s just—wait, you do. The obvious answer here is death.

But what is death?

Death is…

Death is what waits after. Some call it sleepy, but you don’t believe that. It isn’t like sleep at all because sleep means you could still wake up.

Death isn’t like that.

It is like trying so hard to stay awake because you want to do so many things, and failing.

But you don’t tell her that. You wouldn’t dare. You wouldn’t dare one single bit.

“Come here.”

Eunbi tilts her head at your answer, but immediately understands when you pat your lap. She eagerly shifts in her spot so you could lift her onto your lap. You know how much she likes sitting there, so you hope it works as an adequate distraction.

Now for the fun part.

Kiss her cheek, jaw, neck, every inch of pale skin you could get your chapped lips on. She whines, encouraging you to continue. Not that you wouldn’t even if she had not done so anyway; she is too addictive.

Your addiction squirms on your lap with a whimper. “Y-you still have to answer me.”

“Do I now?”

Eunbi finds it difficult to stutter out a “yes” because of how hard you are kissing her. She purses her lips and shuts her eyes, finding pleasure in the way her body heats up whenever your lips touch her skin.

Forget about the slits, forget about the band-aids. Forget about seeing her cry in your car alone in the woods. Forget about everything. You only know about Eunbi squirming in your lap and her godly body that you caress and touch beneath the dark sweater. About her gentle moans and soft murmurs.

“Mmm—mmmph.” Eunbi muffles her moans with the sleeve of her sweater. “F-Fuck. Let’s get out of here.”

You’ve known what that phrase means ever since you and Eunbi were in high school. Everytime she utters that, she lifts the lid of a Pandora’s box and leads you into chaos you have no idea what would happen. Maybe you would be at a cliff staring at the moon with longing hopes, death being easy to attain with just too far a leap, or in a closed café filling your stomachs with cakes and cookies and sugar you haven’t paid for.

Or jaywalking in a busy four-lane highway and giggling whenever you miss a possible injury with a just-in-time dodge to reach the woods that lie on the other side.

How fun.

Eunbi’s hand is wrapped around your wrist, dragging you across the lanes. Her long dark hair flies in the air as she giggles playfully. You don’t understand how she can laugh like that when there are tears running down her eyes. But right now you could not ask yourself more questions because your brain is replaced with a throbbing boner.

“Whoopsies!” Eunbi almost barely moves out of the way of a rushing car. There’s fear in her tone, but also a strange kind of excitement.

“Eunbi, you have to be careful,” you remind her. No matter how fun this is, you really don’t want to lose her this way.

“No.” She sticks her tongue out at you before finally leaping on the sidewalk framing the dark woods.

“You really don’t want to be bratty with me right now. Trust me.”

Eunbi throws you a wink. “Catch me if you can.”

Then she runs like the wind.

However, you’re determined to catch a breeze.

You dash after her on nimble legs. Eunbi is a fast runner; that’s how she earned her toned legs and creamy thighs after all. You’re not so bad yourself, but her speed is almost that of a hungry cheetah. You could barely keep up.

Her feet brush away crispy autumn leaves. Much to her advantage, they blow in your direction. You wipe them away from the air and make your strides wider.

In the distance, you can see your old car parked where you’ve left it. Eunbi is rushing to it, but just in time you grab her and slam her to the side of the vehicle. She yelps out.

Oh, she’s not a cheetah after all. Instead, she’s a baby rabbit trapped in your grip.

“Caught you.”

“I don’t think so.”

Suddenly you are pinned on the front passenger’s seat, with Eunbi straddling your lap. It’s quite easy for her to do so, seeing as the sweater is both long and short enough for her to spread her legs and lock them around you. The thigh-high stockings only tempt you further.

You give in.

You grope them for a good feel of the milky skin. They’re soft and firm against your fingers. Sensitive too, seeing as she quivers at just a trace of your finger on it. You prod them further apart in wild eagerness to have a taste of her.

But she beats you to it. She gathers your wrists and twists them behind the car seat, sealing them together with your belt.

Oh, so this is how it’s going to go tonight.

Eunbi’s seductive gaze never falters. “I’m ruining you, aren’t I?”

The question is rhetorical, but even if it’s a genuine one, you’d find yourself agreeing anyway; her open-mouthed kisses peppered all over your neck and jaw plus the needy dry humping she does on your bulge is breaking your morality into a million pieces.

“You never expected to like me so much, is that right?” Her questions continue even as her humping becomes more desperate. They are often interrupted with gasps of pleasure, and sometimes a whimper. “But you did. You did because I was pretty and, and weak. Fuck, can you kiss me, oppa? Please?”

You don’t understand why she’s talking to you about that. If that’s her attempt at dirty talk, you’d rate it a seven out of ten. Three stars for the choice of words and the straying out of topic. Then four for the adorable plead at the end.

But who cares? She’s gorgeous; that’s all that matters.

You nod. Give her a chaste kiss on the chin. When she whines, you chuckle and take it further with a soft kiss on her neck. There, you catch a whiff of her sweet perfume: a scent of powder and marshmallows.

She unbuckles your jeans and tugs on the zipper. Her movements are so laced with impatience that you almost laugh, but your planned laughter comes out as groans when her small warm hand wraps itself around your cock. She slides it up and down continuously, eyes never leaving yours.

“Does it feel good, oppa?”

“Yeah, really does.” You hiss in between your teeth. “You’re doing really well.”

“I know. I’ll fucking ride this dick.”

Huh, it’s odd to hear any bit of arrogance from Eunbi. Usually she’s sarcastic, hurling insults disguised with a tone of laughter at herself. You are not one to complain about it though; it’s nice to see her boast for a change, even if it’s just occasionally here and—

“There!” Eunbi cries out as she sinks down onto your cock. Her hands are tight around your shoulders while her mouth is pursed just as tightly, determined not to be too noisy. “R-Right there. Fuck, you’re so big. I don’t think…”

Her abundant wetness is heavenly. You try to thrust your hips up the best you can, but it just isn’t enough. You try to guide her riding by making a grab for her hips instead, but you are prevented from doing so by the tight belt around your wrists.

You whine in protest. “Eunbi, please.”

“‘P-Please’ what?”

“Can you… remove the rope?”

“Hmmm.” She pauses for a moment and taps her chin in mock contemplation. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Please just remove them.”

“But I want to have fun with you first!”

Eunbi suddenly slips off of your lap and instead kneels on the rough car floor, hands sealed around your thighs. She pouts, kissing the tip of your dick, and looks up at you with her infamous puppy eyes. “Please. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Eyes never leaving yours, she gives the underside of your cock an open-mouthed kiss, then trails her tongue from there to the head. You groan, shoving your hips upwards. Your dick trails its way into her mouth because of the movement, but she only sucks on it once then removes her lips from there.

“Yummy.”

“Eunbi,” you plead of her, your throat tight. “Please.”

And then her throat is tight around your length as she dips her head down. Then back up again. Effortless bobs of her head coupled with her small cold hands fondling your balls is a recipe guaranteed to create a perfect orgasm.

But not yet, you remind yourself. Not yet. Not even with her gagging and whines. Not even with her tongue dancing around your cock determined to cover every inch of sensitive skin with her slick saliva.

You thrust your hips up the best you could with the rope around your wrists holding you back. Your efforts are fruitful; your tip meets the back of her throat and slips down into the delicious tightness. A teary-eyed Eunbi whimpers and chokes, nails digging into your thighs, but still plunges her mouth deep until the base, saliva dripping from her pink lips and covering your girth completely.

Up down, up down, up down. A few more cycles and the last down earns a spraying of your liquid on her pretty face. You could not help it anymore despite your mental note not to climax, and the way she looks so helpless with all that cum on her face only drives you to splash cumshot after cumshot on her. It spills down her cheeks and her chin, staining the collar of her sweater.

“Fuck, Eunbi, that was…”

“Hnghh.” She pouts. “You ruined my clothes.”

“I can always get you another sweater. And it’s my sweater, so—”

“Stop talking.”

You would have said something snarky in response if it weren’t for the sudden backward dip of the car seat, then sudden contact between your lips and hers. Except for the ones that are on yours right now definitely isn’t the mouth she used to give you that amazing blowjob. Not at all.

No, these lips are soaked; just one subtle lick between them renders Eunbi gasping. You suppose it’s because of all the pent-up need and arousal in her from being used like a fuckdoll. Give them a kiss with an open mouth, then tease your tongue at her entrance.

“Don’t take too long now.” Eunbi’s quaking grip on your hair is concerningly tight. It wordlessly tells you how her statement is more of a command rather than a plead.

“And don’t you dare—ahh.” Her tone changes when you slip your tongue in completely. She grinds herself on your tongue carefully, lifting her hips then sinking down on your wet organ. Her juices flood your mouth even more when the tip of your tongue flicks her nub.

You can’t breathe; her hips are going crazy on your mouth, a loud sob coming out from her with each plunge of your tongue in her cunt. Eunbi’s creamy thighs clamp around your head and quiver whenever you suck on her pulsing clit.

“You’re so… fucking good,” she hisses, squeezing her eyes shut. “Hnghh, maybe I’ll keep you alive for some while.”

You raise your eyebrows at her words. What does she mean by that? But you suspect that she’s babbling because of the pleasure.

At least, you hope that’s the reason. You could never be sure with Eunbi’s endless sarcasm.

“Faster, faster,” she pleads, pulling on your hair as if her life depends on it. “Faster… coming!”

She rolls her hips harder, humping your tongue desperately till she breaks. Her walls clench around your tongue tighter than ever and her thighs squeeze harder against the sides of your head.

Juices spill into your mouth like a waterfall. You greedily lap them all up, licking away at Eunbi’s cunt and refusing to let it go to waste. Her sobs of pleasure are almost as heavenly as her core.

“B-Baby—” Eunbi stammers weakly, her hips stuttering when you don’t let up. “Baby, slow down.”

You keep on mercilessly ravaging her dripping pussy, wiggling your tongue inside her and drinking all of her up. Eunbi cries tears of overstimulation until you give her clit one last good suckle.

Ahh, quite the supper.

“Oh my god,” she sighs as she removes herself from your face with trembling legs. “You really went out with that.”

“Yeah, I did,” you say proudly. “Now can you please get rid of the rope?”

Suddenly, there’s a glimmer in Eunbi’s eyes. You’ve seen plenty of her before, such as her sulky one and the bright face she does when she discovers something clever. But as you look into her face right now, you realize you cannot tell what she feels.

She smiles slowly. “Oh, about that.”

She places herself on your lap and crosses her legs. She slips her hand to the side of your seat to adjust its position. Your seat pushes up till Eunbi’s face and yours are only centimeters apart.

“I can’t do that to you.”

“Wait, why not?”

Now her hands are on the sides of your car seat to push it back to its normal position. She uses this grip to tug herself closer to you, her grin never leaving her face.

Fear prickles in your skin. Is it just you or did Eunbi’s eyes turn red?

Suddenly, the streetlights in the woods shut one by one. Click, click, click. Every light dies except for the one in the streetlight that stands directly in front of your car. It streams into the windshield, allowing you to see Eunbi’s face. You are not sure if that is beneficial though; you feel terrified at how dark everything and being able to see her naughty gaze despite that.

“Um… Eunbi?” you ask uncertainly.

“You know, oppa… I always knew that you loved me. But you didn’t love me the way you should.”

Is this your last supper?

You swallow roughly. When she straddles you again and rolls her hips over your boner, you start to—wait a minute, why do you have a boner when your girlfriend looks like she’s about to kill you? Sick freak!

You start to get frightened. The feeling creeps up on you slowly, but when it completes its course on you—from the soles of your feet to the core of your heart—a terrifying coldness replaces the blood flowing inside you.

“W-What do you mean?”

“You only love me because you saw those boys beat me up in the forest, right? Because you wanted to be a savior or some kind of niche micro- internet celebrity?”

Her words take you back to that day. That day five years ago when you left home for a camping trip with your friends, then heard loud screams of pain. That day when you saw that five men with frizzly hair had tied a screeching Eunbi to a log, one of them standing above her with an axe that dripped of blood.

You shake your head. “No, I really love you, Eunbi. I didn’t want to be famous just for that.”

“Liar.”

You yell when she sinks down onto your length again. Eunbi never stops bouncing, tits heaving under her sweater and one hand wrapped tightly above your collarbone.

“Oppa. Do you remember when those guys were arrested?”

Of course you do. “Yeah, I never forgot.”

“They, they were really weird, weren’t they?” she asks. Her expression is one conflicting with pleasure as she tries to keep talking even while fucking herself on your dick. “Hnghhh, the police found a Satanic bible with them. And a ssss… spell book.”

“What are you trying to say here?”

You genuinely do not understand. Of course it’s difficult to comprehend anything when your girlfriend is suddenly acting creepy, and at the same time riding you.

“It had something about a succubus.”

Wait, what the hell?

Does she mean the demon succubus? Like the one in Jennifer’s Body? Or is there another—

Realization slowly sinks into you. When it does, your eyes are wide. You shake your head at Eunbi repeatedly.

“No! It can’t be!” you say. “They aren’t real!”

You know the myth about succubi. At the occult section in a public library, you read that they were girls previously made to be offerings for Satan, but weren’t able to be sacrificed fully because they weren’t virgins. They were almost invincible demons.

And you always knew how weird Eunbi’s torture went through. Why were those guys loudly praying to a dark lord, and what was that spell book all about?

But they really couldn’t be real, right? No matter how odd what happened to Eunbi was, succubi are stuff created by horny men to get themselves off. They couldn’t just—

“Look.”

You stare in horror as Eunbi grabs the knife from the car drawer and slices it across her skin. Blood drips from the open wound, but then it vanishes with a blink of an eye.

No way.

No fucking way.

“I think cum is a good substitute for blood,” she says, observing the other slits on her arm. “Either way is yummy.”

“But then how come that knife slice went away but the slits on your arm—”

“Because I just swallowed your cum, dumbass. I wasn’t able to eat as many boys before though.”

Eat boys?

So what she said about keeping you alive earlier wasn’t because she was dazed. She actually meant something by it.

There and then, you begin to realize why Eunbi wanted to die so bad.

Your nearly-fainting heart skips a beat. “So… what are you going to do with me?”

The answer is obvious enough: she would kill you. She can’t just keep using you for sex forever.

Eunbi licks the blood off the knife clean. Now she holds it in a vice-like grip, eyes trained on your chest.

You shake your head vigorously. “No, Eunbi. Please, no.”

“Fine. I’ll give you two options.”

“One"—she raises the knife higher—"I kill you and feast on your soul, or…”

“Or what?”

“You breed me and I’ll leave you alone.”

What? You can’t choose that easily! You can’t just let Eunbi kill more people either. So, what are you supposed to do?

Later, loud yelps and moans of “Yes! Yes! Fuck me, just like that!” could easily tell what you chose.

Eunbi’s own choice though, will be seen on the news flash of a young man found dead in his car in the forest. The police suspect a Zodiac Killer copycat had something to do with the case, seeing as he was killed right after having sex with a girlfriend now reported to be missing. But they could never be too sure.

Poolside Snack

Im Yeojin x M!Reader Smut

A frog’s natural habitat is almost always in the water. It’s to keep their skin moist and wet, they say. Freshwater is the best, you’ve heard, though for Yeojin chlorined pool water seems to do just fine.

Right now, she lurks in the waters of the small pool, occasionally diving beneath it for a good swim. She likes to stay in the corner of the pool with her hand underwater making patterns for bubbles, but by now you’ve realized that that isn’t the reason why her hand is down there.

You don’t think your actions through. Your mind fuelled by the image of Yeojin quivering with each thrust of her fingers inside her convinces you to dive deep underwater and grab her by her legs and lift her out of the pool.

Her yelp of surprise does not faze you one bit. In fact, it encourages you. Encourages you to lift her up to the poolside and tug off the tight swimming shorts. Encourages you to seek a spot between her legs. Encourages you to squeeze at her thighs and tug her closer with your grip on them, eat her like you’ve been starved for days.

She whimpers softly, succumbing to your power over her as you lap at her cunt. Just like Yeojin herself, her pussy is tiny, maybe even cute-looking too. Her hands on your hair, you are pulled even deeper between her legs as she writhes and moans, the power of your ministrations taking a toll on her tiny body.

Thrust your tongue inside her and flick its tip on a velvety spot. She hisses, more wetness forming in her pussy and mixing with the water. You could feel her thighs quiver around your head, occasionally squeezing it and making it hard to breathe. But that doesn’t faze you one bit; you keep eating her out mercilessly.

“More! More! More!” Yeojin is a demanding brat, and it’s kind of your fault since you keep giving it to her. But as long as it makes her happy—wait, is she? Look up at her pleasure-overcome face. Yeah, she’s definitely happy—you don’t think there’s any harm in it.

Hear Yeojin screaming, her loud noises of heavenly pleasure bouncing off the tiled walls of the indoor pool area. She leans back heavily onto the window, whose presence immediately debunks the idea of this activity being harmless. You’ve forgotten that people could see! People could just walk up the porch and see you absolutely going down on Yeojin.

Yeojin who has no idea how to stay quiet, Yeojin whose hips are going crazy on your mouth and flooding it with her juices, Yeojin who—

“Cum—cumming!”

Yeojin whose hand is tight around your hair while the other rests on one small breast, desperately rolling the pert nipple under the wet swimsuit. Yeojin who is squeezing your head dangerously tight while you keep sucking wildly on her clit, nibbling softly on it with the ridge of your teeth.

Yeojin whom you have discovered makes a good poolside snack.

Once you pull away, you take Yeojin’s little strength with you too. She slumps in exhaustion against the window, legs still trembling while her dripping cunt leaks of both girl cum and slick saliva. Her eyes are half-closed.

You’ve never eaten a frog before, but now that you’ve tasted her, you can’t help but feel that it’ll become another one of your favorite meals.

Do Not Disturb

Kang Hyewon x M!Reader Smut

It’s 11:11.

Everything fades away that very moment. The dim light flickering in the bulb of the motel room, the sun setting behind the mountains far, far away, time that rushes at you like an athlete to the ribboned finish line at the end of the road.

And of course, your clothes and Hyewon’s.

What doesn’t disappear is the lust throbbing in your body. The moment the clock strikes 11:11, you push Hyewon down onto the mattress, your lips and hers engaging in a heated kiss. Your hands trail from her pretty face, her gorgeous body, and finally: the ribbon of the bathrobe.

Tug it loose, pull the robe above her figure and discard it on the floor. Now her body is bare to you, exposing her flat stomach and round perky tits. You gaze back up into her face, wordlessly asking for permission to touch, and the pink cheeks and gasps are all you need to know that her answer is a “yes”.

You dive into her tits greedily. Latching a mouth on her nipple, the moan she lets out makes you swear underneath your breath. Her leg wraps around your waist and impatiently draws you closer to her.

Hyewon is sensitive, you note to yourself, as you see her writhing whenever you trail your touch along the curve of her stomach or leave kisses on her neck. The helpless sounds of pleasure increase when you stroke your fingers on her wet pussy. They just make you want to shove your dick into her and fuck her on this bed right there and then with no care in the world.

“Ohhh… oh fuck.” Her words come out in shaky stutters. Wetness coats the pads of your fingers as you stroke her clit. Her arms find themselves around you while her lips are on your neck, your shoulder, your jaw.

Next to your ear. “I love you.”

Your heart burns. You return her words (your version: “I love you too, so fucking much”) because you do love her. You love Hyewon for who she is: her odd personality, her thoughtfulness, her love for everything edible. You love her gorgeous face and sweet words and amazing body, everything.

The way her breath hitches when you tease her with a dip of a finger in between her wet folds.

The way she clenches around your finger, coating it with her abundant wetness as you gently thrust it into her. Hyewon’s contented sigh tells you you’re doing a pretty good job.

You press up into a certain spot just to see what happens. As expected, she cries out, her eyes squeezing shut and her lower lip tucked under her teeth. You continue gently thrusting into her wet hole while your lips dance and lick at her skin, her moans serving as rewards for your pleasure-inducing ministrations.

It would be difficult to put into words how happy you are to have with Hyewon. The endless hours at work have rendered you exhausted, and you know that Hyewon is too because she misses you everytime the two of you are apart.

It’s so much better like this. It always has been.

Her stomach is quite ticklish, so when you run your hand over it, she giggles. But they are cut short with soft gasps when you trail your slick-coated fingers on her clit and inner thighs. It’s not that hard to figure out that she likes it best there since she is so vocal.

Her legs wrap around your waist. With just a tug, she could feel your erection brushing in between her folds.

This is it. This is what she is waiting for. The reason why you have booked this room in the first place.

But should you give it to her?

“Please,” Hyewon begs softly, eyes swimming with tears. “Please take me.”

You kiss away the tear that slides down her cheek. Alright, you’ll give in. She’s too adorable.

“Oh!” Hyewon’s pleads transform into wanton moans when you carefully slip your item inside. Her slick tight walls part to fit your cock. Hyewon’s hips buck into the air unvoluntarily, eyes closing while her mouth does the opposite to let out a gasp of pleasure.

Now her legs switch to your shoulders. That’s when you pound her furiously, relishing her cries of pleasure and heavenly tightness. You want to be careful with her, you remind yourself, slowing down the pace to one she could easily keep up with. You wouldn’t want to hurt her.

Or do you?

Hyewon’s moans are soft and whiny, but they quickly turn up a notch when you fuck her a little faster. Hands planted firmly on the mattress, you penetrate her over and over again. With each withdrawal and return of your dick from her cunt she cries out: “Ah! Ah, ah, faster! Please, ba- babe!”

The pet name is stuttered out in labored breaths when you begin humping her like a dog in heat, continuously driving your dick into the paradise of her core and meeting her cervix. Your hands trail from the sheets to her thighs to shove yourself deeper, rendering her screaming for more.

“F-Fuck, baby,” she whimpers, pursing her lips. You do not know if the words she just babbled out are a command or simply something she just said in the midst of her pleasure. You choose to go with the latter. “Fuck! Deeper, please, baby. I’m almost there.”

So adorable, you think to yourself with a chuckle, even in a situation like this. As you pump her faster, you can hear her voice rising steadily, her walls gripping on you even more, and her cries of pleasure quickly become full-fledged screams.

“So close, so close, soclosefuck! I’m cumm—”

You cut her short by crashing your lips against hers. Her whimpers are muffled against your mouth as you explore her own, curling your tongue around hers and nibbling gently on her bottom lip. Hyewon slips her hands on your cheeks and tugs you closer to her, desperately trying to stop all the pleasured noises coming from her by kissing you just as passionately.

Grope her ample boobs and palm her erect brown nipples, then trail two fingers down her twitching stomach. You shove them into her hole too, stuffing her with your dick and stretching her even more with your fingers.

“Ahh! T-Too much- fuck!” Hyewon reaches her climax quickly, the merciless pumps easily bringing her there. Her hips shove themselves high in the air while your lips begin to suck purple marks on her beautiful neck. Her tightening walls lead you to the same fate as Hyewon: an orgasm that makes you see stars and sink into the mattress with her.

Hyewon is panting and quivering, clearly spent from the intense session. Drool drips from her mouth along with tired gasps. Her walls clench and unclench around your length, which is still buried deep inside her.

Amidst the flickering motel lightbulb and the white on the bed that comes from the creampie you just gave Hyewon, you smile. Smile because you have just showed her how much you love her, because you will always look forward to nights like this with her, because you love her more than anything in your life.

You kiss her cheek. “I love you.”

She doesn’t answer; she’s already drifting off to dreamland. But the hand slowly rubbing circles on your back and her plump lips on your neck assure you that she loves you too.

Meanwhile, three traumatized guests outside quickly learn why a “Do Not Disturb” sign hangs on the doorknob of your room.

Water Under The Bridge

Kim Minju x M!Reader Smut

A/N: How do I say this… I fucked up big time with this one. I don’t know how to write angst properly, so I hope this is okay. If it isn't… I really don’t know how to fix that for you.

Enjoy nevertheless. Assume any trigger warning applies.

“Minju… Minju, look at me. Look at me. I’m sorry. Please believe me, I really had nothing to do with it.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. You’re crying. You don’t believe me at all.”

When she lifts her head from the crook of your shoulder, Kim Minju lets out a soft sniffle. She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her light green hoodie—no, it’s yours, which only makes it more painful—and kisses your cheek.

“I know.”

The answer is repeated in a soft shaky whisper. Her eyes swim with tears that sparkle even in the night. “Just, just don’t talk for a while, please?”

You can do that, but if she had told you to stop crying, that would be a whole other discussion. The tears just keep coming no matter how much you try to hold them back.

Part of you finds it funny that even through the tears you share, Minju still manages to keep her riding steady. Her hips keep meeting yours, your cock slipping in and out from her hole. Moans and whimpers cut off by sobs are heard from above you, along with squished sounds of wetness. But there’s more reason to cry than laugh. Much more reason.

Minju gives you another reason to moan out her name again though: her hips bouncing up and down at a steady pace, wetness coating your cock from tip to base, lips that trail from your neck to your face. Such a combo causes you to grip onto her waist and thrust up into her core, guiding her movements to bury your cock deep within her.

She whines softly. While her tears flow steadily, her wetness is also abundant, leaking out of her tight pussy like a waterfall. She bites her lip as she orgasms for what seems to be the seventh time; her thighs quiver and shake while her tears mix in with sobs.

“If only you, hah, loved me as much as you loved sleeping with me.”

Your heart feels heavy. “I do love you, Minju. More than anything I do.”

The storm outside brews harder. Following its intensity you pound your girlfriend harder, lightly slapping her ass while spreading her legs even more. Guilt fills your being as you realize your actions debunk your words, just as you fill Minju with more of your cum.

“T-Then why did you sleep with her?”

“I didn’t. It was—”

“Don’t fffucking lie to me.” Minju slips her hand underneath her jacket to squeeze her own breasts, then trails it down her slim body to rub her clit. “I- oh my god, I saw you with Chaewon. I know what you did with… her!”

What? No, she can’t possibly know about that. Minju was at home, watching—

“The two of you fucking each other’s brains out in Wonyoung’s room. How dare you, doing that horrible thing in her room of all places? That almost makes me angrier more than I am at you cheating on me.”

“Minju, I’m so—”

“Don’t talk right now. I’m almost there.”

Minju’s breathing becomes even more labored. The look in her face is gorgeous: the pleasure slowly creeping in and taking her harshly. Now her arms are tightly wrapped around your neck, her pert nipples prodding against your chest as girl cum is squirted all over your girth. Minju’s scream almost defeats the volume of the boom of thunder outside.

“B-But don’t worry about it, oppa. I forgive you,” she says to you with a smile. “It’s all water under the bridge.”

±

She stands over the water under the rain, tears rolling freely down her face.

The skies are gray, and the clouds seem to have settled in the air in wispy mists. They don’t disappear no matter how much it rains, no matter how many raindrops scatter on the ground and create black splotches, no matter how the storm patters down on Minju’s transparent raincoat even as her own storm forms deep within her.

A storm of rapidly changing emotions and troubles that comes out in fat tears leaking from reddened eyes.

It took a lengthy walk to get out here, especially with the weight on her shoulders. Yet she has braved through it like with everything she’s gone through in her life. She doesn’t know if she should feel proud, considering what she feels and what she’s done.

Out here where the storm never stops, the dreams never come true, the sun never rises. Despite the bleakness of everything, Minju cannot help but feel that it’s the perfect place to do it.

However, she does not know if she is ready. Has she really thought this through? Maybe there’s other places to do it, or a better path to go. She isn’t sure if she’s doing the right thing.

Oh, but she never is, isn’t she?

If you’re gonna let me down, let me down gently

She holds the source of all her pain in her arms, carefully placing it on the rails.

She wonders if she should let go already, seeing as she’s been standing here in the rain crying for so long. Eunbi might worry about her again. Even Yuri, who likes to tease and bug her about everything, would go looking for her.

Don’t pretend that you don’t want me

And she does. She wants it so bad, but she knows she should let go of it. It’s been holding her back for too long, too much. There’s no use in faking that she is confident in doing this, or if she really wanted to do this at all.

Our love ain’t water under the bridge

But for Minju, her love is a body under the bridge.

She lets him go. He splashes onto the water, falling facefirst into the waves. He floats away quietly, just as Minju returns home in silence as dead as he is.

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Dommed - Eunbi, Jihyo, Momo

K-Pop Girl Gets Absolutely Fucked By Big Black Cock: WATCH HERE! - IZ*ONE’s Eunbi (BBC)

The camera starts filming, and now Eunbi starts to wonder if she should have thought this through. Maybe she could have backed out of Hyewon helping her into this madness, but her curiosity got the best of her and has led her here:

Naked from head to toe leaning back into a sofa with a camera crew behind the scenes, creamy legs spread to show her eagerness to take for the first time a…

“What does that mean? A barbecue?” she remembers asking Hyewon what the combined initials meant. She also remembers the visual cackling at her naïve question, saying “Oh, you’re so cute, unnie. Just wait and see. You’ll love it.”

She only got the hint when a man is ushered in the filming set with the biggest cock she has seen yet. Sure, she has had her fair share of sex before as any adult has, but none of the dicks she has taken before were this big.

And she could only feel so small as she is told to place her hands on it. The man groans as she wraps a hand around it and jerks it off uncertainly, eyes never leaving it because of how stunned she still is. Will this even fit inside her?

One hand is not enough, she has to place both hands around it. Caressing it with up-and-down strokes, she gives the tip an experimental suck. The groan it elicits from the actor tells her she is doing a pretty good job.

But then it is suddenly shoved down her throat without proper warning. Eyes wide and already swimming with tears, Eunbi gags. Her whimpering is paid no mind to and is only silenced by continuous deep thrusts, each she accompanies with a sob. Her long black hair is tugged into a ponytail as the suction of her lips drives the man crazy, causing him to furiously fuck her mouth.

It only lasts for a few minutes though, and she doesn’t know if she is supposed to be grateful for the little granted break. “Ack- ah!” Eunbi tries to catch her breath as her hair is released. Coughing and gagging, a little curiosity inside her wonders how big it would feel inside her pussy, if it already feels that humongous in her mouth.

The man decides to help her find out.

Eunbi is lifted up and pushed back on the sofa and has her legs spread wider by two large hands. An even larger cock prods in between her folds and pushes itself inside her.

“Fuck!! H-Hurts!” Her hands grip the sofa tightly, loud unbridled screams leaving her previously-used mouth. The wetness doesn’t stop leaking out of her similar to how the thrusts are relentless, merciless. Her walls are stretched to their limits as she is penetrated. The pain makes her cry loudly, but the pleasure has her moans mix in with the tears.

Lips pulled into a quivering pout, she sobs when more inches are stuffed into her. More? she thinks anxiously. Isn’t it all in already?! The added length is enough to make an imprint on her thin stomach, helping the camera see how it moves inside her.

“Gah! Oh, oh god, it’s so big!” It makes her blush furiously how her first orgasm is drawn out so easily, so quickly. Just a few thrusts and Eunbi already comes onto the big black cock. However, it is determined on wringing more out of her; the actor places a thumb over her clit and thrusts deeper, rubs her faster.

“Fuck, can’t take it anymore! Can’t take it anymore, please, I can’t- fuck!” She cries loudly as her hips suddenly buck into the air and her back arches. “I- I can’t!” It all proves to be too much when she suddenly squirts, spraying the sofa and the actor’s stomach.

Her tits continue to heave up and down along with the steady thrusts. Her nipples are erect from how all of her sensitive spots are being rubbed so deliciously that she squirms. The actor ignores how sensitive her mounds are and keeps squeezing at them, causing her to cum yet again.

Her whole body being rubbed and slapped and ravaged is the perfect short film for the site. After they complete everything with a clickbaity title and thumbnail of Eunbi being fucked, they tell Eunbi to visit them again if she wants. The wide smile on her face despite the tears tells them that her return is guaranteed.

Three Backstage Passes - TWICE’s Momo (A Trio of Fans)

“Ooh, now aren’t you a little handsy,” Momo says with a light playful tone, enjoying the way the fan runs his hands over the purple stage outfit. She wiggles her ass onto his crotch, but turns her face so the second one’s lips could meet hers. “Have fun boys. The night is still young.”

She still hasn’t warmed up to the names of the ONCEs. Is the guy grinding his dick on her shorts Jongin or is that James? No wait, James is the one whose hands are curling into her blonde-highlighted hair to shove her mouth onto his cock. His is quite big so she has difficulty adjusting, but she bets that Wooyoung is the biggest out of the three. The steady pumps into her pussy combined with the massive girth that stretches her walls to their limits makes her whimper as she sucks on James’ dick, tears forming at the ends of her eyes while Jongin spurts cum onto her silk outfit just from grinding on her ass alone.

A greedy pair of hands wriggles its way underneath the tight body suit. Fingers squeeze and grope at her ample tits while another pair of hands create fingernail marks on her thighs.

Her moans, serving as good vibrations around James’ dick, are high-pitched and whiny. Momo curses, just as semen fills her mouth again, spilling down her voluptuous cleavage like a waterfall. How is she going to explain all of this to her styist? Or worse, her manager? Maybe they’d forgive her since she’s fucking both of them anyway. Worst case scenario: they snitch to JYP.

But Momo lives in the moment: crying out loudly as three fans, who adore her and her godly body like it’s a religion of its own, ravage it as much as they like. Semen creates puddles on the floor just as the body suit is ripped from her limbs along with them.

After all, ONCE always come before Twice.

Jeju Bang - TWICE’s Jihyo (Spitroast)

Park Jihyo flew all the way to Jeju Island not only for a well-deserved break, but for also a special meeting she has had arranged for weeks now. She and her companions: you and a good friend, have all decided that, though it is a common cliché place for a vacation, Jeju Island is the perfect place for this.

A sure escape from reality and her job, Jihyo finds out, can be attained by simply bending down beneath the clear skies and with the blue sea as witness to take one large “sword” through her pussy from the back, and another in her mouth.

Forget all the scandals, the stress, the fans. Jihyo takes in the moment of two pairs of hands greedily ravaging her body, slapping her huge tits from above the flimsy handkerchief wrapped around her chest and spreading her thighs apart. It’s an unexplainable pleasure that has her whimpering as she slobbers all over your cock, drool dribbling from her mouth with each forceful thrust in between her cum-stained lips. Your friend takes her from behind, groans loud in the air while he sheathes his cock deep inside her tight orifice and withdraws it just as quickly as before.

Jihyo’s voice may be powerful in the studio, but it might be even more powerful in the sheets. No wait, you suppose the term is “on the beach,” seeing as the main vocalist is being spitroasted savagely on the shore. Her screams and moans are muffled by your dick thrusting in her mouth. Shaking with sensitivity, her lower body gives up and would have dropped to the sand if it weren’t for your friend quickly scooping her up with an arm. Holding her closer, he groans as he creampies her, his semen spilling onto the white sand that matches the color of the liquid he spurts and Jihyo’s thighs.

But he doesn’t stop there, and neither do you. Your hands continue to tug at Jihyo’s hair and pull away the patterned handkerchief that has done a poor job of hiding the violent jiggling of her jugs while she’s being used. Now her mounds swing in the air freely, having the opportunity to have dribbles of your ejaculation slide down them.

“Fuck!” Tears roll down her face. Jihyo orgasms for the ninth time, clit being rubbed mercilessly to draw more and more climaxes out of her just as her skilled tongue and pussy do to you and your companion.

The ocean sits beside the shore traumatized at the sight.

Post-Debut Stress

Kim Chaehyun x M!Reader Smut

A/N: Chaehyun BFH. That’s all.

“Was practice hard today? I mean, you just won first place and now they’re having you guys rehearse 24/7.”

Chaehyun gasps as you squeeze her mounds over the thin fabric of her top. Her soft noises of pleasure become slightly louder when you slap them, pinching one pert nipple that desperately fights against the flimsy tank top.

“It—it wasn’t too bad,” she responds in between labored breaths. She has amazing stability and control during her performance, so it kind of makes you chuckle how all that has melted away with just a quickie inside the dressing room. “Maybe it was exhausting, but I have this dick to keep me happy.”

Her skin is hot against yours. The heated sex causes it to become almost as pink as her hair, which is yanked back by one of your hands while you steadily thrust into her. She’s tight, you think to yourself, hands wrapped around her hips, a great place to dump your cum in.

“Really now? Don’t you think you’ll get in trouble for this?” Bite your lip at the sight of her back that has now been generously revealed to you thanks to the disappearance of the ridiculous arm warmers. Thrust a little harsher, just to draw a soft cry from her. “I mean, it’s only the day of your debut. What would the press think if they saw us?”

“I don’t give a… fffffuck what the press thinks,” says Chaehyun, whose lip is probably bruised from her biting down on it so harshly. Her eyes squeeze shut. Meanwhile, her quivering hips roll in circular motions to stuff more of your dick inside her. “Fuck, so good. And… it’s been a long day, daddy, and I know you want it too.”

Shit, she’s right, you think. It was you who pulled her aside immediately after her debut stage. It was you who slipped your digits inside her as a start and fingered her harshly while a whimpering Chaehyun tried to assure Yujin that she wasn’t crying from stage anxiety. It was you almost tore those black safety shorts apart to selfishly sheathe your cock inside Chaehyun’s soaked and tight cunt.

It was you who wanted her so bad that your desires brought you here, fucking Chaehyun like an animal in heat in secrecy while her members chatter obliviously outside.

But you would never admit that, of course. Not even an inordinate amount of torture could bring you to confess that.

Or maybe you will. Tug down the black top to free her bouncy tits and pinch her pink nipples harshly. “Perhaps,” you say as you bite her milky neck, nibbling on it while your aimless thrusts become quicker, messier. “But it’s your fault as well. I saw how you leaned down more, winked at me while showing off those tits of yours. Do you really think I’m stupid enough to think those were innocent?”

Your mind flashes back to watching Chaehyun perform. You could recall how your pants were so tight from your erection whenever she bends down just enough to boast her generous bust and spreads her legs to spark devilish fantasies from you. Fuck, there is no way those could not have been on purpose.

The plaid miniskirt is ripped off, pooling at the bottoms of Chaehyun’s quivering legs. After you discard of it, you see how Chaehyun’s fluids create a darker spot on her shorts, how those fat ass cheeks protrude against the article of clothing while your dick slips in and out of her at an abnormal pace with the soaked panties and shorts pulled aside. Spank her, she cries out. Tug further on her hair to raise her line of vision to the dressing table mirror, her tear-stricken cheeks almost match her strawberry hair.

“Fucking look at yourself, Chaehyun.”

She tries to, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes in humiliation. One looks in the mirror and she can see the reflection of you pounding her recklessly, her breasts peeking out from the tight top because of how you pulled it down earlier bouncing in time with your thrusts. She sees how the dressing table creaks and rocks, the sounds it makes sure to have her members wondering why she is taking so long.

“Look at how you’re crying. It’s only been a few minutes and you’re already shaking so hard,” you continue. Latch on her earlobe greedily. “You love daddy’s dick, don’t you, baby?”

“Haaaah, fuck yes!” Sweat trickles down her arching back just like how her abundant wetness does on her panties. “Hah! Hah, I love daddy’s cock, I love it, I love it!”

“How much do you love it?” You grab one thick thigh and pull it up, helping you fuck her faster.

Her eyes roll back, and now Kep1er’s main vocalist is showcasing how her powerful voice is just as excellent at making the lewdest of moans while also being excellent at using her voice to sing well. “Oh, oh fuck. I love it… I love it so much! Please don’t stop, daddy, Chaehyun is almost there!”

Her pleading words encourage you even more. You slip a hand from the front of the shorts to flick and rub at her pulsing nub. She cries out, moving her hips around to penetrate herself on your length and rub herself on your fingers as well. Her grip on the edge of the table tightens, and the shaking of her legs becomes dangerously violent.

“Fuck Chaehyun, fuck Chaehyun, fuck Chaehyun,” she chants, drunk-dazed by the sex. “Chaehyun’s so close, don'tstop!”

Her gasps and cries rock the room like an earthquake, and she too spasms like one when she finally climaxes. The grip of her pussy walls around your girth is far too tight, and you could tell that you are about to burst.

But no, not right now. You have another desire to fulfill.

Chaehyun has collapsed on the surface of the table, barely able to hold herself up. You could hear her mumbling and babbling nonsense, a mix of “oh God”’s and pants. You are still buried to the hilt inside her, the head of your cock stuffed till the base in her cunt, but you hold yourself back from dumping your load inside her.

Let her rest for a while. You rub her back comfortingly and stroke your fingers through her locks of pink. She blushes from the sudden gentleness, but what makes her blush even further is the words you murmur into her ear:

“Did daddy fuck you well, Chaehyun?”

She nods. “Yes. So well.”

“What a good girl. Can you show daddy how grateful you are for fucking you so good?”

She knows what you mean by that. She gives you another nod, removes herself from the table with difficult, and gets on her knees.

“Good girl,” you praise. “Now, can you use that hand of yours to repay daddy?”

Obedient as ever, Chaehyun wraps a hand around your length. Her large eyes never leave yours as her contrasting small hand slowly jerks you off. The warmth of her hand sparks sensitivity on your dick as it slides from the base to your tip. Meanwhile Chaehyun’s tongue dances on your cock as well, coupling the gratifying handjob with supple licks on the underside of your dick and sucks on your sensitive balls.

Your curses are unable to be held back now; Chaehyun is giving all of herself in pleasuring you. She drips saliva all over your length and suckles on your head from time to time, all while remaining her steady strokes.

And then it happens:

“Hey, Chaehyun. You’ve been taking a while now, are you oka—”

The concerned as ever leader Choi Yujin bursting into the room with a question, just as you burst on Chaehyun’s face. Semen decorates the center’s face on her chin, cheeks and lips while also creating a puddle on her cleavage.

“Y-Yujin unnie! It’s not what it looks like, I swear! We were just—just…”

But Chaehyun’s rushed explanation is not heeded; Yujin dashes from the room almost just as quickly when she entered.

There are many things impossible to clarify or tell without speaking, but one thing you and Chaehyun agree on when your eyes meet is that the two of you are in a lot of trouble.

Duplicate

Choi Yena x Jo Yuri x M!Reader Smut

A hamster and a duck. Not the usual ones people have as pets, but for you, they do just fine. Maybe a little too good, but that is expected when they are Jo Yuri and Choi Yena.

Of course, they aren’t actually a hamster and a duck, but they are your pets all the same. They are your pretty little pets who crave your attention and beam when you praise them, obediently staying by your side doing whatever you ask them to.

That is why Yena’s lips are wrapped around your length as she lies stomach-down on the mattress. Even in these circumstances she is adorable, you think with a chuckle, with those large playful eyes and blonde hair tied into two pigtails. Pat her head for doing her hair like that, they make to be great handlebars for facefucking. You would have tugged at them and fucked her mouth at a faster pace, but for now, the suction of her plump lips as she plunges herself up and down can do.

Saliva trickles from her mouth to your cock, along with a sudden gasp that vibrates against your dick. She squeezes her eyes shut and whines even more, and that is when you remember the “hamster” of the duo: Yuri.

“Where is Yuri right now?” one might ask. The answer is between Yena’s legs, a hand clamped on the older girl’s thighs as she fervently eats her out, making Yena produce those moans. Yuri’s other hand is busy between her own legs, fingering herself to keep herself in action while Yena’s juices spill down her face.

Ah, this is heaven just by itself.

You are thankful for the privacy of the room; it is because of that that the three of you are engaging in this sin right now. Maybe God will forgive you, maybe He won’t. But either way it is worth it; you do not believe the consequences of hell could be as intense as this.

“Fuck,” Yena curses, as she withdraws her mouth from you then licks up the side of your dick to catch her breath, and at the same time maintain her position pleasuring you. To hear that filthy of a word come from a girl with such a cute face surprises you, but you figure Yena swearing is less of a surprise because you are letting her blow you after all. Isn’t that more intense?

Short answer: yes. And you crave the intensity, actively seeking it as the threesome goes on.

Her tongue trails from the base of your dick till it has licked every inch of its underside. Not one to break eye contact, Yena takes the tip again, her hand fondling your balls. The warmth of her hand on your testicles and the warmth of her small mouth is almost as deadly a combination as she and Yuri.

“Guhk, guhk, guhk.” Yena has placed her lips on your tip again and steadily pushes herself downwards till her nose tickles your pubic area. You groan. Yena does so as well, seeing as Yuri has upped her eating game by loudly suckling on her clit. While Yuri keeps Yena pleasured, Yena does so to you by swallowing your dick, her throat tightening around it and massaging its veins. The sounds of her gags makes you throw you head back, just like how the main vocalist does when she finally reaches her peak after a few more thrusts of her digits inside her.

She is the first out of the three of you undeserving sinners to have a taste of heaven.

“Oh god!” Yuri sobs loudly, hips spasming against her fingers as they plunge in and out. Even in her moans her unique vocal color does not melt away. She desperately rubs her clit to amplify her orgasm, only to lead herself into a bout of overstimulation. The poor thing.

Yuri finally releases herself from Yena’s soaked pussy. When she does and sits up on the bed panting, your eyes and hers meet. She blushes shyly, the color in her cheeks almost matching the intensity of her red hair.

“Is Yena unnie still sucking oppa’s dick?” she asks innocently, still trying to catch her breath.

“Seems like it,” you say with a grin.

Yuri’s observant eyes focus on Yena, who is still diligently blowing you. She chuckles in amusement. “How does she never get tired? I already stopped eating her out because I couldn’t breathe.”

“Let’s switch it up a little then.”

Switch it up a little. You faintly remember those words being said earlier too. It feels like déja vu as you recall you, Yena, and Yuri far away from here. Yena kept being the most affectionate duckling towards you, hugging and kissing you. You, unable to believe that the Choi Yena was loving you like that, could only blush. Anyone who saw you would surely be jealous of you.

And sure enough, there was a very envious someone by the name of Jo Yuri. The red-haired girl complained that Yena did not kiss her like that, and that she had always kept you for herself. She was almost green from jealousy. You joked that if she actually did turn green, she would look like a strawberry because of her red hair.

But the love triangle remained. It kept all three of you jealous, each of you seeking the affection of the other.

It all stopped when Yena herself decided to fix it. She turned to you and Yuri, a mischievous look on her face, and suggested: “Let’s switch it up a little then.”

The switch-up led you to a hotel room furiously making out with each other, touching and caressing the bodies of one another, that still continues now as Yena pulls away from your member with a wet pop! and places her lips instead on her girl group member instead.

Yuri whimpers as her hands slide under the tight white shirt, squeezing her modest breasts while Yuri’s own tangle into her unnie’s hair. Your dick becomes even more erect—if that were possible—at the sight of two adorable girls making out, seeing how Yuri, still sensitive from her orgasm, makes a mess on the sheets only from Yena pinching her nipples. You see that the tight shirt that once hugged Yuri’s tight little body is now lifted up to her chest, and how Yena immediately dives into her tits. Cum still dripping from her mouth, Yena sucks on Yuri’s breasts, eliciting moan after moan from the other girl while her hips stutter and spasm on Yuri’s thigh.

A chorus of moans from the two vocalists are the switch to the “on” button for the blood to rush to your dick. Hand wrapped around your cock, you jerk yourself off to the sight of the two girls absolutely going at each other. They are very vocal; Yuri constantly whimpering at each suck and lap on her left breast while Yena’s hand works on her right one, and Yena loudly moaning as she humps desperately at Yuri’s thigh.

Now Yena’s lips pepper Yuri’s neck, teeth tugging at the pale skin to create bruises and love marks. Yuri sighs, head thrown back at the intense pleasure with her mouth wide open, only for louder sounds to come out of her when Yena turns it up a notch and bites harder. “Mmph! Mmph, mmph, fuck, Yuri! Fuck! You’re going to make me cum!”

Yena’s bites and sucks become more and more savage as she approaches her orgasm. Yuri, ever so helpful to her unnie, drives her knee far up Yena’s vagina to assist her in reaching her peak, even flexing her thigh and bucking up her knee.

“Fuck! So close, so close, so close… ahhh!” Swear words replace what should have been quacks from the duck as she orgasms. The mess she let out on Yuri’s thigh drips down to the sheets. Though the orgasm is quick to come due to the fervent eating-out Yuri administered on her, it does not make her orgasm any less intense. Dizzy from pleasure, Yena wonders if she should be thankful or not for that.

“Oh my god, oppa. Look.” Yuri’s voice is a little hoarse, but it is audible and comprehendable enough to make you obey her words. You look down, and your jaw drops at seeing how much Yena has squirted. Look up and see Yena’s flushed face, panting exhaustedly on Yuri’s shoulder.

“Unnie came so hard,” Yuri giggles. She flicks her finger on Yena’s cunt and tastes what she collects from there. You swear that just seeing her do that could make you blow your load right there and then.

“And it seems you’re also very hard, oppa.”

Then you swear that at that moment, Yuri is determined to make you blow your load right there and then.

Yena is gently pushed off of Yuri as the main vocalist crawls over to you with a naughty look in her eyes. She straddles you, knees planted on either side of you on the mattress, you being an anxious mess beneath her

You gulp nervously. But Yuri does not mind your nervousness; in fact, you doubt that she has even noticed it at all. She is too focused on swaying her hips from side to side, never inserting your “sword” inside her warm sheath and only rubbing her lips and clit against your tip. Your cockhead can feel how wet Yuri is, as it rubs between her folds and nudges at her sensitive nub.

You curse under your breath, shoving your lower body upwards. Yuri needs to stop teasing; your cock is throbbing too hard, in need of a tight pussy to be squeezed by. Yuri, not ignorant of the effect she has on you, giggles playfully.

“Does my pussy feel good?” she asks you innocently, as she rubs her folds on the underside of your dick.

“Yes,” you breathe out. Your eyes almost close because of the delicious feeling of Yuri’s entrance rubbing your veins deliciously.

“You feel so good too, oppa. Fuck, so big too. Ohhh.”

Yuri gasps as she slowly sinks herself down on your length. You could see how her lower lips part to swallow your cock, and how her red lips above also part to let out a long, trembling gasp. “Oh, oh my god. I feel so full…”

Yuri’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she finally takes all of you till the base. It takes her some time to adjust, seeing as she doesn’t lift her body for a while and only circles her hips to feel you prodding against her sensitive spots. But even when she finally rises, she remains so fucking tight.

It’s enough stimulation for Yuri, being stretched by your dick while her fingers also rub at her clit. She daringly rides you continuously, trying to see what it would feel. The result? Heaven itself! Yuri’s stammering gasps sound so hot to you while she attempts to ride you, cute little butt rising and falling to meet your body as she whimpers from the feeling of having her walls rubbed so deliciously.

Again and again she rides you. Her ass slaps your thighs as she bounces on your dick. Her hand plays at her breasts, squeezing the sensitive mounds of flesh while they bounce with her movements.

“Fuck yes, Jjoyul! Yes! Ride that f-fucking cock!”

The sudden voice surprises you, but it turns out to be none other than Yena’s. Exhausted on the side of the large hotel bed, she fingers herself at the sight of Yuri taking a cock that seems too big yet also the perfect fit for her tight little hole. Yena’s voice is high-pitched, her digits diligently pounding her slit while your dick does the same to Yuri’s.

“Oh! It’s so big, oppa!” “Fuck, Yuri, you’re so sensitive, baby. Ride that dick!” The two girls’ combined cries of pleasure prove to be too much from you. Your hands seal around Yuri’s hips to take control of her humps, and now, you are lifting the light girl up and slamming her back down on your dick. Yuri gasps in surprise, and her gasps are followed by an endless string of moans as you stuff her hole with yourself. Her beautiful tits bounce madly in front of you, two small yet irresistable temptations that you latch your mouth at. Groans that come out of you end up being muffled by Yuri’s body as you lick and suck and bite at her tits. Meanwhile, Yena continues to cry out, before finally meeting another climax for the night like you and Yuri.

“Fuckkkk!” Cum spews from your dick and fills Yuri to the brim. Yuri’s body, peppered with red handprints and bruises from the rough treatment and fucking, trembles on top of you. She pants as she is creampied, while Yena bites into her own hand in attempts to silence her screams.

Puddles of wetness and cum ruin the bedsheets. You really should have placed a towel or something below the three of you as an afterthought, but you did not really expect all this to happen. You bet that neither did Yena or Yuri. You pray for the poor bellboy who just started working at the hotel who will have to change and wssh the sheets.

“We’re not done yet!” Yena announces loudly. Her words are labored, riddled with heavy pants.

“I don’t think I can take any more,” protests Yuri with a whimper. She is slumped against you on the bed with her head resting against your chest. Your cock is still buried to the hilt inside her. “I already came like… like three times, unnie.”

“I still haven’t had oppa’s cock in me yet, so we are not done! And besides…” Yena gives Yuri’s creampied pussy a wistful lingering look. “You look so hot with his cum inside you.”

“Oh, alright.” Yuri sits up. “What do you want us to do?”

Yena gives the instructions, taking that power away from you. You aren’t complaining, however; what she has told you and Yuri to do sounds really hot: “I want to eat Yuri’s pussy while oppa fucks me from behind.”

Besides, the night is still young, isn’t it? And your dick is still hard as fuck.

Yuri scrambles off of you after hearing Yena’s orders. Her legs quiver, and it is lucky that they give way on the bed or else she would have met a rough fall on the floor. She spreads her creamy legs to show her creamy pussy, still dripping of your semen. You lick your lips upon seeing it, but instead focus on the task at hand: do what you did to Yuri’s pussy to Yena’s.

Hard as your dick may be, it seems like the task you are assigned to do would be pretty easy. Or maybe you only think that because your mind is too clouded by the image of Yena bending over the bed, her fat ass and tight soaked in full display for you.

And then you push.

The action of you shoving your dick into Yena’s cunt causes her to be pushed deeper into Yuri’s. Yuri is moaning again—loud needy moans that are background music to the scene of her legs being splayed open wider by a greedy Yena, who licks your cum out of her. Yena quivers at the first thrust, and does a little gasp of both pain and pleasure merging into one another when you slap at one of her ass cheeks. Spank her again, and the sting on your palm makes you wince. But if that pain is the payment for hearing Yena moan so lewdly like that, then you’d do it all over again.

And so you do.

Your hips meet Yena’s ass as you thrust into her pussy steadily. She is not as tight as Yuri, but each spank you throw at her ass causes her walls to grip tighter at you. Yena, unable to cope with the pleasure, tugs at Yuri’s thighs and eats her out with more intensity, sticking her tongue deeper and deeper to drink your cum out of her.

Yuri is going crazy with all the stimulation, soft gasps quickly transforming into full-fledged yelps. Your thrusts cause the bed to creak, and Yuri’s tits to also move up and down with the creaking. Truly one of your dirtiest fantasies coming true.

Yuri’s hands tear at the blankets while Yena’s squeeze around her thighs. Yours are around Yena’s hips, using it to pound her deeper and faster. The duck of the duo starts to move her body to aid you in fucking her, pushing back her ass and circling her hips. Your spanking makes her squeal while her eating out makes Yuri scream, the combined sound of obscenity echoing in the room.

Yuri peaks first, just like she did earlier. Her cries reach maximum volume as a sobbing Yena twists and fucks her tongue inside her. “Fuck, unnie—your tongue is so good!” Yuri’s hips go crazy against Yena’s mouth, using her tongue selfishly to get herself off. Yena eagerly helps her by nibbling at her clitoris and plunging her tongue in and out of the wet winking hole. Though Yena has successfully taken majority of your cum out of Yuri, she has been given another task: lick Yuri clean. And boy, is Yena really an all-rounder, because she performs this task just as enthusiastically.

But what really makes Yena do it so well is the growing need to cope with her approaching orgasm. Her moans are loud and needy, and her eyes squeeze shut as you pick up the pace. She buries herself further in between Yuri’s legs, desperately lapping and kissing the wet cunt till she cums with a scream. Her fingernails dig into Yuri’s thighs painfully, and her cunt almost makes it impossible for you to remove your cock from her.

It’s far too much—far too tight, far too loud, far too messy. It’s too much.

But crossing the line is quite fun, isn’t it?

You pull out of Yena just in time. You blow your load all over her ass and lower back. You become an artist, painting the pale skin with more white to create the masterpiece of the result of rough, rowdy sex with the two most gorgeous girls you ever know.

Perhaps you should shoot and take a panorama; Yuri lying on the bed with her tits exposed and pussy used to its limits plus her duplicate gasping below her with her back and ass completely covered in sticky white cum would make a really good photo in your phone gallery.

Apologies to The Moon

IU (Lee Jieun) x M!Reader Smut

A/N: One of my works that I am aware falls short, but grief is one of the things holding me back right now. Apologies.

Her hips roll in dizzying circles on your lap, swaying round and round like a ferris wheel and the one that rides it is your dick. Just staring at her hips makes your eyes feel sore, but you cannot look away; just seeing Jieun’s shapely body fucking herself onto you, sweat rolling down her stomach and her adorable ass free eye candy.

Long black hair brushes her back, and now is wrapped by your hand as you yank backwards. Jieun’s moan is a song you can never get out of your head. With her neck now exposed to you, you litter it with kisses, lips smearing the lust you could barely hold back on her.

The moon presides the night, dutifully watching in its position in the sky. You wonder if it is bothered when it looks through your window and sees Jieun bouncing on your cock with her face showcasing the lewdest of reactions. The most obvious answer would be ‘yes’, you presume, as Jieun’s pussy grips you tighter, but maybe—just maybe, it enjoys the view.

And if it does, why don’t you make it better?

You swiftly switch the positions and pin her to the mattress. Gripping Jieun’s buff thighs in your hand from below the black dress—the dress briefly reminds you of why she’s even here, and you ignore the sting in your heart—you thrust deeper.

“Harder!” she demands, and harder you thrust. You will do anything she asks; anything she pleads, just to see the look on her face when you do: eyes shut yet mouth open, contorting in pleasure at your touch.

Her walls squeeze your length, and you can see how it makes an imprint on her stomach as you push. Even more turned on by the sight, you pick up the pace. Her moans reach notes that you bet her singing voice couldn’t even reach despite its range while your hand pins her wrists above her head, and your eyes lock onto the sight of her breasts spilling from the weak cups of the clothing, bouncing madly along with your thrusts.

Turn off the moonlight.

“Oh, oh god,” gasps Jieun. Her hips start to rise, legs begin to quiver. Her mouth is wide open.

Please don’t let it shine upon my sins.

Close her mouth with a lasting kiss. Moans muffled by your mouth as your tongue explores hers, you hump her faster. You are beginning to get tired as your legs ache, but Jieun is reaching her climax, and you are quite close yourself. You greedily search for the euphoria that would shoot through your veins once you thrust enough.

Count the total of strokes it would take in your head while you move, but Jieun cums a number too early. That doesn’t matter though; her scream though deafening and the growing tightness around you is worth it.

So wet, so tight, so good that you climax along with her.

“Fuck, you fill me up so well…”

The moon sends its regards.

You collapse beside her on the bed. As you lay on your side, you observe Jieun’s beautiful, blissful face, and wish that you were seeing it in a situation different than this. Wish that you would look at her face and feel assurement in your heart that everyday, you would turn in your bed after rising from consciousness and see her. Wish that she would see you the same way you look at her: a loved one.

But as your vision trails along the black funeral dress that wraps around her blinding white skin and the tears that have suddenly appeared in her eyes, you remember that to her, you are nothing more special than a handkerchief to soothe her tears on. You are just a bottle of wine to cope with the pain of losing the one she actually loves, a mere doll to be played with so her mind would be distracted from the pain.

You are a stress reliever, and she is a woman looking for an escape from her grief. You are nothing to her.

As nothing as her own husband is from this world.

Will the moon tell him about this? You pray that the large ball of light in the sky would keep your secrets.

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First Place

Kim Gaeul x M!Reader Smut

A/N: Finally finished the Gaeul piece after days! Hope you guys like it; this might be the only thing I’ll write for her, and for her group IVE in general.

Dedicated to @firagaarmor, resident Gaeul enjoyer and @kaedewrites because the idol featured in this story is the girl he’s cheating with on Chaewon. Love you guys! Keep being awesome!

Just a little more, you promise yourself, just a little more.

Your legs start to give way, but you are almost there. Your rubber shoes slam against the floor of the basketball court, eager to get away from the opponents in blue. Out of the corner of your eye, you see one trying to sneak up to snatch the orange basketball in your hands.

Let him think that he would get it. Let him race with you till he is only a few inches away from you. Let him plunge himself at you in an attempt to steal the ball.

Let him meet a disappointing end as you dodge away from him at the last second, turning around from your opponents and teammates as they crowd around you and jump high in the air. Can you do it? Will it get in? What if you didn’t aim right?

Everything around you is a blur. You are deaf to the screaming and cheering crowds jumping in the bleachers, the cheerleaders doing their routines with flashy pompoms, the referee’s voice getting more excited…

“GOAL!”

That’s when everything goes back to normal.

Your college absolutely erupts into cheers. The timer running comes to an end, and the referee proudly announces: “I can’t believe it! Star player of Victory Gardens University lives up to their name by bringing his college home a win for the seventh year ina row! Congratulations, Victory!”

You can’t believe it. You actually did it! Your teammates huddle around you and give you high-fives, pats on the shoulder and cheers while the players of your opponent team politely clap at your victory. You hear a few groans and mutters of annoyance from the students of the school you were competing with, but who cares? You won the game!

You smile through it all, even as your sweaty teammates hug you and the fabric of their shirts gets in your face. You return all the compliments and hugs to each of them, until at the end of the crowd, you see her.

You know her all too well. There she stands, wearing a large smile on her face and your red varsity jacket. Anyone could recognize her with the hair colored with an ashy blonde at the ends and prominent ears, but you pretend not to know her.

You approach her with a teasing smile on your face. “Excuse me, do I know you?”

She giggles and punches your shoulder. “Even when you just won a game, you’re so annoying,” she says, but she plays along. “It’s your girlfriend, stupid! Kim Gaeul!”

You love bugging her; she’s just so adorable when she gets jokingly upset over it. “Fine, I guess I do know you.”

Gaeul leaps at you to wrap you in her arms. The strands of her multi-colored pompoms from her cheerleading stab you in the eye but you ignore the sting and hug her back. Her leg wraps around you as you lift her in the air, kissing her over and over.

“Congratulations, babe! I knew you could do it!” Gaeul tells you. Her breath is a refreshing wind against your warm sweat-stricken skin. “I’m so proud of you.”

You chuckle. “I almost missed, you know. Didn’t you see Seo almost snatching the ball from me?”

“No. All I could see was my handsome boy running across the court—fuck, you looked so hot dodging those guys—and winning the game.”

“Aww, Gaeul.” You hug her tighter and kiss her even more. Sappy as she may be, you still appreciate her attempts to make you feel happy. “You didn’t have to say all that.”

“What can I say? My boyfriend is the best after all.”

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As tiring as the whole day was, you are thankful to have experienced it. Even those deafening yells from your coach from the practice early today and the pressure the whole school put onto your shoulders and your team’s seem to have been worth it in the end. You don’t even know why you even worried at all.

Perhaps your girlfriend Gaeul cheering at the sidelines really helped you out. You remember stealing glances at her throughout the game, and in one of those little glances you recall her blowing you a flirty kiss. Your blush was so prominent that even the referee yelled, “Player 02 seems to have gotten some ‘inspiration’ from our cheerleader Gaeul! Will he win this year’s game for her?”

It took a while for all the post-game ruckus to come to an end. You and your team were awarded gold medals in front of the whole basketball court, which the university’s photojournalists desperately tried to snap a photo of. You hoped that your pictures would turn out good.

The other scribe journalists also interviewed you and your teammates. One sports news writer asked you, “Did you really win the game for one of the cheerleaders?”, to which you responded: “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

The aftermath of the game may be chaotic, but you enjoy being appreciated and loved by everyone from time to time. And seeing Gaeul be the proudest of you out of everyone makes your heart swell with pride. Maybe, just maybe, you aren’t that bad after all.

As the two of you evacuate hand-in-hand to the almost empty university buildings, you confess these feelings to Gaeul. She is one of the people you trust to be able to be as honest as you like with. With each step you take in the never-ending twists of stairs, she listens to you, the look of love in her eyes never faltering.

“Of course you aren’t ’that’ bad!” Gaeul tells you after your lips have spilled ever thought you have to her. “You’re the best!”

You shrug, chuckling doubtfully. “Huh, not really.”

“Yes really. You were really good at the game. In everything too, actually.”

“I don’t know, Gaeul.”

But perhaps you do know. Maybe she’s right; today is the day you stop doubting yourself. Or at least try.

Oh forget it, it’s not worth thinking or stressing about. It isn’t worth your time.

Instead, you focus on your surroundings. Posters plaster the walls of the building, you notice while climbing the stairs. One is promoting a guy for a student council election that has finished months ago. You wonder if he won. Another is a note pinned by a teacher reminding theater students that rehearsals for some play will occur every two o’ clock. And this one—

“Besides,” Gaeul’s voice suddenly interrupts your thoughts, “you just kept Victory’s winning streak going. You deserve a reward for that.”

“I guess the medal would look good on my door. Some Jollibee would be fine too, but—oh.”

Suddenly, Gaeul’s touch seems to spark heat along its path down the slant of your back. You turn to give her a questioning glance and see that she is looking at you suggestively, her smile telling the oblivious you all that you need to know about what kind of reward she is offering.

Gaeul slowly lowers the varsity jacket from her shoulders. She certainly knows how much she can affect you by the way she shows off her body in the stairwell. Once she slightly removes the jacket, you are generously allowed a view of her tight bust and stomach contained by a fitting sleeveless shirt. You can’t bring yourself to look away from her long smooth legs that are exposed by the black shorts that cling to her hips.

Dang, your girlfriend is hot.

“So come on, babe.” Gaeul bites her lip, eyes never leaving yours. She ties the sleeves of the jacket around her waist, posing so your eyes could still bask at the sight of her legs. “Take your reward. Take it however you like.”

You’d love to, but common sense makes you think about this twice. First of all, you’re still a little sweaty from the game; shouldn’t you freshen up a little first? And what if somebody sees you and Gaeul going at it? The stairwells are sure to be filled with students again soon once the Intramurals stuff ended.

But her words linger in your mind.

“However you like"…

The same common sense that made you hesitant dies away at that very second.

You grab Gaeul’s wrists and pin them above her just as you slam her to the wall. Fuck, she looks so hot like this: her sultry yet needy gaze remaining on you while her arms are up, allowing you to see just how tight and delicious her body is. The shape of her breasts, the curve of her body, the length of her legs? You love them all. You love her.

Your lips meet Gaeul’s. Her eyes close, relaxing in the pleasure ignited by your bodies rubbing and touching each other. Her mouth is delicious, you think, as your tongue explores it. She lets out a needy moan, one that makes you press her against the wall harder.

Her leg locks around your waist while her lips eagerly reciprocate the kiss. You can tell by the shudder of her breaths and urgency of her leg pushing you closer that she’s excited. You feed Gaeul’s excitement and caress her voluptuous body with your free hand. Squeeze her tits, stroke the insides of her thighs, and roam your palm all over her tight stomach. Gaeul sighs and throws your head back when you pull away and decide your kisses would be perfect for her jaw, neck, and collarbone.

"Please, baby,” she mewls. She dry-humps your bulge needily, hands freeing themselves from the your grip to pull at your hips.

Her crotch, even with the layer of the shorts, feels amazing against your growing erection. But you want to tease your adorable girlfriend further.

“You said however I like, remember?”

As expected, she whines in protest, rubbing herself even more urgently on your bulge. “Please.”

“Only if you get on your knees and suck me off right here.”

Gaeul’s eyes sparkle at your words, but she doesn’t let her eagerness show. She erases the sparkle with a roll of her eyes and another punch to your shoulder. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love it though.”

You know that she knows you’re right. So Gaeul nods obediently, lowering herself to fulfill your wishes. The floor is cold underneath her knees.

However, her hand palming you above your shorts feels really warm. You cannot hold back a groan as she slowly circles her hand on your growing erection, bringing it to full hardness.

The tent in your shorts grows tighter. Gaeul carefully slips down the garter of your shorts, licking her lips upon seeing your dick in full mast. What turns her on even more is the knowledge that you being rock hard is her own doing, her fault. The smile on her face just says it all.

She sticks out her tongue and laps at your dick over your underwear. You hiss in between your teeth as more heat produces in your center. Her tongue teases your cockhead with teasing flicks and swipes, all while her eyes curiously stare up at you to see if she is doing a good job. She is assured that she is by the pleasured expression on your face.

Now for the fun part:

After pulling your underwear down too, Gaeul grabs your cock by the base and places her mouth on your tip. She gives your dick open-mouth kisses, her tongue sloppily licking and swirling around it.

“Holy shit, Gaeul.” You shut your eyes, too overwhelmed by the pleasure.

Gaeul’s thumb caresses your length while her warm palm hugs it tightly. Tongue swiping in between your leaking slit, she lowers her head down to take an inch.

With that, more of your cock is subject to the pleasures of her heavenly mouth. Her hand fondles with your sensitive balls and jerks off the rest of your cock. Her hair gets in the way, so you wrap your hand around her strands to help her out, and also to get a clearer view of her cheeks hollowing and lips massaging your penis.

Gaeul takes it up a notch; she downs her head even more till your cock hits the back of her throat. You feel guilty for being even more turned on by the gag she makes, but the guilt is quickly erased by immense pleasure when she starts bobbing her head up and down.

It becomes challenging for Gaeul. She chokes even more and tears up a little as she struggles to breathe with your dick entering her tight throat. However, she doesn’t stop or let up for air. In fact, she increases the speed of her stairwell blowjob; her enthusiastic sucks on your dick paired with her tongue circling your length tug you nearer and nearer to the edge.

“Fuck, your mouth is too fucking good.”

Hearing this, Gaeul pauses her ministrations to look up at you. “If you think my mouth is good, you should try my tits.” The grin she flashes exude of naught. “Do you want to, daddy?”

You would, but she just barely started blowing you! Maybe she should conti—

Wait, boobjobs from Gaeul are a rarity. You remember constantly asking her to try that out in the bedroom, and often being answered that she just isn’t ready for it. Though the titjobs happened from time, they didn’t occur as much as you’d like.

And now, here she is, offering it now as part of your reward.

Who are you to say no?

Neat! you think, rubbing your hands together eagerly. She laughs at how immediate your nod is, giving your penis one last kiss before hiking up her shirt, trapping the hem beneath her bra.

Now Gaeul’s cleavage is there before you. You wonder if you should dive in that easily, but again, you’ve already taken a bite of the apple of temptation. Might as well give in.

You shove your dick in between her tits. The heat spreads from your center to your whole body as your breath hitches in your throat at the pleasure. The feeling of the fabric of Gaeul’s sports bra rubbing against you is a strange one, but pleasurable nonetheless. In addition to that, her fat mounds of flesh squeeze around you and hug your cock, rubbing its sensitive areas as you slowly start to thrust.

You don’t know what feels better between Gaeul’s mouth or tits. But you do know that right now, the feeling of her mounds squeezing and rubbing your length is absolutely heavenly. Biting your lip, you begin to thrust your shaft in between her boobs faster, determined to spray her chest with your load.

Gaeul places her hands on the sides of her tits and presses them together even more. Each entry of your dick between them is guaranteed a lick at your tip. You couldn’t hold back a shuttering sigh, earning a giggle from your girlfriend as she admires how much precum leaks from your slit.

In just a short while, it becomes too much. You try to hold yourself back, but Gaeul looking up at you like that with those big brown eyes while guiding your thrusts in her plentiful tits is lethal. You have no choice but to accept your peak.

“Yes, baby,” Gaeul encourages you. She is biting her lip, too turned on by the sight of you furiously using her boobs to get off. She trembles deliciously at the feeling of being used. “Fuck my tits, fucking use me. You know you want to… oh my god!”

You can’t take it anymore. With a curse, you explode on her chest in no time like an active volcano. The lava seems to be delicious for Gaeul; her tongue laps at whatever landed on her lips as if it were ice cream. Her finger collects your semen from her breasts and leads it to her mouth, where she sucks lewdly on the finger, the look in her eyes confirming that the way she sucked it was anything but innocent.

“You came so much, daddy.”

“What can I say? You did a pretty good job.”

“Thank you!” Gaeul says with a tone of finality, rising from the floor. She brushes off the dust on her knees. “Now, will you please please fuck me?”

Looking at her clasped pleading hands and exaggerated pout, you cannot help but grin; Gaeul can be so cute sometimes.

“Oh, I don’t know…” you say, pretending to be hesitant. “What if I don’t want to?”

Your actions betray your words, however: you lift Gaeul up and pin her to the wall. The teasing smile never leaves your lips as you watch how desperate she gets, curling her legs around you and rubbing herself the best she could on you.

“Please!” she begs. Her hand cups your cheek to turn your head so that your eyes are all on her. “Don’t you want to feel me clench around you? Make me your little cumdump to use right here where anyone can see?”

You do, actually. You do. You so want to feel Gaeul’s thighs squeeze your body as her walls do the same to your cock, and see her eagerly take your load as you fill her over and over with it.

But good things come to those who wait, don’t they?

“Fuck, Gaeul.” You pry her shorts and panties to the side to ready your dick at the entrance of her pretty pink pussy leaking with need. “Talk dirty again to me, baby, please.”

“Hnghh!” She yelps when you rub your cockhead at her clit teasingly. “Hahh, alright. Hum… I guess you do want to make me your cumdump, don’t you, daddy? You feel so fucking big. I wonder how much better it would feel if you put it- inside! Oh god, it’s so big!”

You push into her without warning. The lewd words Gaeul telltales are getting to you too much. However, it is much to her benefit anyway; Gaeul moans at the feeling of being stuffed, her head leaning heavily on the wall whilse she pants heavily.

Begin to push in and out of her, your cock sheathing itself in her tightness and removing itself from there just as quickly. “Does it feel good, Gaeul?”

“It feels, hah, so good. And so much better when you’re inside me, daddy.”

Gaeul’s slick tightness is heaven for you too. The way her slick walls cling to you and rub your cock veins is no joking matter; it’s enough to make anybody give everything up just to feel it.

You groan. “Fuck, I know, babygirl,” you kiss her neck. “You feel so good too. So tight and wet for me.”

“It’s all for you, daddy. All for you.”

Your hips start to quicken; Gaeul’s pussy is too tight to not use to its limits. That in mind, you spread Gaeul’s thighs further apart to thrust deeper. She squeals helplessly, hands tight around your shoulders while her legs push at your back to pull you closer.

Although Gaeul is tight, her abundant wetness makes it easier to slip in and out of her. Her whines and screams are motivation as well to pound her faster. If your mind weren’t so clouded by lust right now, you would have been more concerned by the volume of her screams, but all you do is repeatedly draw a few inches out of Gaeul and slam them back inside her again.

Poise your hands over her ass, squeezing the plump globes and throwing a spank at one of them. Gaeul mewls weakly, eyes rolled to the back of her head while she babbles incoherently. You understand the strings of curses she lets out less when you pull down her sports bra and let her breasts spill from the cups. You capture one pert nipple in your mouth, suckling on it like you would to her clit. Your teeth ridge on her areola while your previously free hand now captures her hip and steadily rubs tight circles above her needy clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! So good!” Gaeul screams. The varsity jacket tied around her waist has now dropped to the floor because of how violently you are taking her. “Oh fuck, you’re going to make me cum. So—fucking—ahhh!”

Her juices stain your thumb that keeps the pressure alive on her clit, forming heat in her center. Your cock relentlessly slamming in and out of her, the continued stimulation on her clit, and your eager sucking on her breasts easily lead her down the path to her orgasm.

Gaeul’s tightness increases; her walls clench around you even more and her spasming hips start to move by themselves to ride out her orgasm, and bring you to your own.

It becomes deliciously messy; you spew your load into your girlfriend while her girl cum spills down her thighs. Her shorts become stained with your fluids and hers. It’s a shame that the fabric covers her pussy and therefore prevent you from seeing her get creampied, but watching your cum roll down her thighs and hearing Gaeul cry out in all the pleasure make it worth it.

But the aftermath of your “ceremony” in the unfitting stairwell—Gaeul laughing at what you just did and kissing you passionately, telling you “Congratulations babe, I’m so proud of you"—proves that her true love for you is better than any gold medal you would ever receive from your basketball games.

Although you’d still want to hang the medal along with the others you’ve won on your door.

Isles of the Blest

First Oneshot of What Comes After

Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader

Tags: set in Greek/Roman myth underworld & afterlife, dead!you (lol), mention of Greek/Roman gods & goddesses, Elysianpleasure!Eunbi

Warnings: quickly edited and short

A/N: Random idea that popped up because of this photo, plus my Greek mythology phase. Second oneshot of this mini series may or may not be Chaewon ;) Don’t expect it to come out soon though.

Enjoy.

Perhaps being a soldier whose life was led by determination and strong faith has its benefits despite the exhausting battles. It was difficult for you to be a good person when life only brought rough wars and furious enemies, but you believed that if you persevered to win these battles for thr gods, they would be more tham happy to grant you an easier life even after death.

And when you descended to the underworld, you discovered that your belief was as true as the sprawling lands of comfort you were led in, where brave heroes and soft-spoken saints alike reveled in the pleasures they were exchanged for the good lives they led.

That didn’t mean your trial in the Judgment Pavilion was any less anxiety-inducing, however. Even though the judges—Minos; Rhadamanthus; and Aeacus—eventually ruled out that you deserved paradise for your fearless battles dedicated to the gods, your eyes constantly darted to the Fields of Punishment, horrified at the screams and sobs that you heard from there.

You weren’t as strong as the knights in Elysium or as innocent as the souls of children in the Asphodel Meadows. Definitely not innocent, but you were a good enough man to get into Elysium. Despite your own flaws, you comforted yourself, thinking that at least you weren’t like the cannibalistic titan Kronos who now wept at the torture in Tartarus. Or poor Prometheus who disobeyed Zeus by introducing fire to the world.

You didn’t think Prometheus deserved what Zeus put him through anyway, but you wouldn’t dare say that around here.

Especially when a pretty girl with flowers in her hair and innocence pure as the white of her clothes was kneeling in front of you—as if you were one of the gods and she was a faithful worshiper—dutifully gives you one of the hidden pleasures of the Elysian Fields: her heavenly mouth and lips.

Scratch the innocence; you are already ruining that for her.

You barely caught her name, yet you are certain it meant rain. Silver rain. Eun-bi to be exact, though your “sword” is sure to fill her mouth with white rain instead. It doesn’t matter though. Her large innocent eyes staring up at you as her skilled tongue lathers your cock with saliva are enough to take your mind away from that.

“Hngh—ack,” she whimpers, tearing up when you cock hits the back of her throat. You almost feel guilty for enjoying her helpless sounds while she struggles to acommodate her throat with your length, but there is no need to feel anything but good in the Isles of the Blest.

She promptly pulls away with an adorable pout. “I’m sorry,” she says. “I’ll try—try again.”

She’s a cutie, you think to yourself. Stroke your fingers through her long curly hair comfortingly, your thumb caressing her cheek. “It’s alright,” you assure her kindly. “You’re doing great.”

She beams brightly. Consoled by the praise, she wraps her lips around you again and carefully takes in an inch. Her alarmed eyes dart up to you for help, but your encouraging gaze helps her down a few more inches.

“Good girl,” you coo. Her mouth sucks on what she could take while her hand gently pumps the rest of your length. Her hair gets in the way of her ministrations, so you helpfully sweep away the brown strands and hold them together with your fist.

Eunbi continues with her slow yet enjoyable blowjob. Meanwhile you close your eyes and make a silent prayer of gratefulness to the goddess Persephone for suggesting the concept of Elysium to Hades. If she had not, you wouldn’t have a sweet girl who looks like a goddess performing this pleasure on you.

Maybe she really is a goddess, you think. With the flowers decorating her hair, she could easily be Chloris. Or Flora—you do you here in the Underworld, whether you prefer the Roman or Greek ways.

Eunbi pulls away to take a needed breath. But even as she gives herself a break, she doesn’t give you a chance for one: she licks in between your slit teasingly, causing your breaths to become heavier. She feeds on the pre-cum it leaks and coats your dick with the ambrosia that is her saliva.

So even the underworld girls know how to give sloppy toppy.

The tip of Eunbi’s tongue sparks heat everytime it laps at the underside of your dick. You cannot hold back the groan that leaves your throat. She licks and licks at it as if it were a candy she couldn’t get enough of, then returns to sucking on your cockhead as if it were a source of the most delicious nectar in her eyes.

Gods, you bet that she’s determined to suck the soul out of you though you are already dead. If it weren’t a backstabbing sword that killed you in battle, you bet that Eunbi’s blowing would have. Those pretty eyes alone could make you rock-hard.

That would have made her a Medusa instead of a goddess, but either way, you would succumb to her out of your own free will. Who wouldn’t? You see more reason why you would when her teeth lightly graze your cock and her tongue circles itself around it while she works herself up and down, up and down, up and down. She winces a little when she dares to take you down her throat. But when she looks up at you and sees the expression on your face, she pushes your dick deeper in her throat even as she chokes.

Her throat becomes a sheath to your cock, contracting and tightening whenever Eunbi bobs her head further down and returning to her wet mouth when she withdraws.

Your hips start to involuntarily buck into her mouth. You hold her head steady while steadily thrust in between her lips. “That’s it, princess,” you praise her as she moans around your shaft. “Fucking take that dick.”

Wait a minute, is swearing explicit even in Elysium? You have no idea, and it isn’t worth worrying about, you decide. You’re fucking the mouth of a pretty girl in your first few moments in paradise; why would you trouble yourself over a curse?

You can tell Eunbi’s slow, sloppy blowjob is about to be turned up a notch by the determined sparkle in her eyes. What comes next is her quicker fucking of her mouth onto you, a sudden change of pace from earlier. Your shaft slips out from her lips then is welcomed inside again by the consistent bobs of her head.

“Holy fuck,” you gasp.

Eunbi makes a soft squeal of surprise when you thrust the rest of your length in her mouth. She tries to warm up to it, but her attempts are blocked by a helpless little “Haaah!”, her hands suddenly rushing to your thighs for support when you yank her hair back further.

You rise to your feet and begin to fuck her face yourself. Tears swim in her eyes and stream down her face. And you can’t help but feel even more compulsion to continue roughly intruding her poor little mouth with your dick rather than pity when you see her eyes widen, and how desperate she is to try and go along with the sudden change of pace.

Her whimpers vibrate on your dick as you shove yourself up and down her throat. Hearing them makes you become a dirty sinner deserving of divine punishment. It makes you feel almost as evil as the angry titans mourning in the deep abyss of Tartarus as you realize you want nothing more than to absolutely ruin this pretty girl. To selfishly seek gratification in the abyss of her mouth and perhaps later, the abyss that her lower lips lead to. To see the innocence in her break.

And you know it has when her eyes seem to make the smile her occupied lips can’t. The suction of her lips grows stronger, and her moans start to increase. Her hand clings to your hip, a nonverbal plead for you to keep using her.

“Hmph, hngh, hahh!”

Eunbi gags on your load that splashes into her mouth. She tries her best to swallow all of it. But even if she isn’t able to, you wouldn’t mind at all. The sight of her trying to take all of it and some of your cum dribbling down her chin is one that you will thank the gods for.

If this is what you get for being a warrior, then you’d do it all over again. The intense training you went through, the battles in Athens you fought… they don’t seem so difficult all of a sudden.

You’re spent although Eunbi did most of the moving. You’re a little disappointed that exhaustion still exists even in the most favored and comfortable place in the underworld, but that’s something you can give up for Eunbi.

“No ‘thank you’ for your pretty flower girl?”

She is sitting on her back legs, hands on her skirt that lies atop her thighs. Eunbi is looking up at you again with the same innocence in her eyes, as if you didn’t just fuck her mouth, which is now stretched into a pout.

You chuckle. You squat down to her level and hold her chin in between your fingers. Your thumb collects the excess cum on her chin and brings it to her lips. The ever so obedient Eunbi sucks on it, licking at the cream on the pad of your thumb.

“Thank you, Eunbi.”

“Anytime! But there are other ways you can thank Eunbi.”

You raise your eyebrows suspiciously. “Like what?”

Eunbi coyly lifts the hem of her skirt, letting it glide along her thigh.

Your grin reaches your ears. What lies between Eunbi’s legs is another pleasure in paradise, one which you plan to bask in gladly.

The Night Settles In

Kim Minju x M!Reader Smut

Inspiration: this ask and @kaedewrites’ : “@.iznsfw Minju sex in the park when?”

Today, Kaede. Here’s an unedited quickie just for you and anon here ;) Now I’m off. I’m too tired.

Snow paints every tree along your path a cloudy white. A cool wind blows through the park from time to time, so if lucky you can sometimes catch a twinkling snowflake by plucking it out of thin air. If you aren’t lucky, you are met with an empty glove and disappointment.

But you won’t let snowflakes define your luck. With the girl who owns your heart strolling with you in a night lit by street lamps planted on the sides of the road and the stars in the sky, you are a walking four-leaf clover; you are the luckiest man in the world.

You love these aimless strolls in the park with your girlfriend, Minju. But today, the wintry weather makes you love these little dates even more. The snowflakes that fall from the sky somehow provide a comforting solace within you, even though they are freezing cold when they land on your face or your stuck-out tongue. And with Minju’s hand around yours, no amount of cold could get to you.

That isn’t the case for her though. While your eyes rake across the sight of withering snowmans and snow-caked park benches, your ears could detect a whine from her.

“Oppa.”

You return your focus onto her. There she is beside you, huddled in your white padded winter jacket with her hands making sleeve paws in it.

So adorable.

“Yeah?” you ask her.

She makes a whimpery sound and shivers. “I’m cold.”

You chuckle; Minju is such a cutie. She never fails to draw a smile out of you, and how couldn’t she when she’s there flashing you the most adorable pout ever and shivering like a puppy after a bath?

“I thought foxes liked snow,” you remark cockily, hinting at the animal Minju resembles the most. But you open your arms and allow your girlfriend to make herself comfortable between them.

You put a pause your little stroll date to warm Minju. You hug her as tight as you can in, her head in between your shoulder and your arm, and give her a few kisses on the cheek despite your cold chapped lips. Mwah, mwah, mwah.

“Better?” you inquire.

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I need something else.”

“I didn’t bring any hot packs, Joo. I’m sorry, I’ll bring some next time.”

“Not that! I need something else.”

“What is it?”

“It’s something only you can give, daddy.”

You immediately understand what she’s hinting at when you hear the honorific.

Look down at Minju and you can see the naughty grin on her face. Despite knowing what she means, hesitation still holds you back.

“Here? Right now?” you ask uncertainly.

You look around the park. Nobody is around right now because of the night that is settling in. It’s just you, Minju and the pinecone trees, but still!

“Of course!” Minju answers. “Wouldn’t you do everything just to keep Mingming warm? Minju wants your hot cum inside her, pretty please, daddy?”

Her sparkling eyes absolutely rob you of any common sense left in you. Who could resist giving this girl the world when she’s this cute?

The fluffy date night quickly twists into something else. Realizing how hot Minju looks even with the jacket covering most of her body, you tug off Minju’s shorts till they dangle off one of her legs and lift her up. Your lips and hers connect and eagerly search for a taste of each other; eyes closed, Minju lets you nibble on her lower lip while your tongue curls around hers. The moan she lets out brings your cock to half-erectness needed to deliver out your girlfriend’s plea.

You pin Minju to the nearest streetlight. Now your hands are free to grip her buff thighs instead, pulling them apart while Minju’s hands return similar assistance by unzipping your pants. Soft moans and satisfied sighs continue to fill the cold air.

“Come on, daddy, give Minju what she wants.” Minju is certainly demanding, but she helps you meet her needs by wrapping a gloved hand around your dick and jacking it off. You groan at the feeling of the fabric caressing your cock veins. “Fill Minju with your hot cum. Fuck!”

No more wasting time, no more extensive foreplay. You thrust into Minju’s tight cunt, hissing at the way her walls immediately clamp down onto you. If she’s this tight this early on, you can easily give her what she wants: your load inside her.

You begin with slow yet sharp thrusts. Minju whimpers, biting her lower lip while her long legs curl around you like snakes. You would be glad to be poisoned by this snake though, you joke to yourself. But the chuckle that would have gotten out of you is replaced by a groan upon hearing Minju’s girlish moans.

Her tight pussy is coating every inch of your cock with her infamous Kim Minjuice. You make sure to lather it completely with her by slamming your shaft harsher until you are balls deep inside her. Minju’s thighs squeezing around you also help you with the task at hand—wait, maybe “at dick” fits this statement better.

“Fuck, baby,” Minju yelps, squeezing her eyes shut as you drag your dick out of her till only the tip remains inside and slam it all back in. “Faster! Faster, oh fuck, you’re stretching me so well.”

And you are: Minju’s walls practically part to welcome you in. Her vagina hugs your shaft so tightly that each thrust rubs all her sensitive spots, all the right places.

Your ego swelling with pride, you trail your hand to her wide hips so your thumb could rub circles over her sensitive nub. The moment you do that, she lets out a high-pitched gasp, more juices spilling from her cunt and dripping down her thighs.

Minju’s hips rise and spasm so her clit could nestle even more into your thumb. She desperately tries to get you to stimulate it, but you teasingly refuse to. What adds more to her frustration is the sudden slow thrusts.

“What the fuck! You’re so annoying,” she protests whinily. Her hips begin to move by their own to try and get herself off, but it just isn’t enough. “Come on, keep going!”

She’s so cute when she’s angry. You pretend to be ignorant of her pleads and instead chastise her with a: “Careful, Minju. You’re being too loud.”

“And you’re being too slow! What if I—oh fuck.”

She curses when you resume the rough thrusts without warning. That definitely shut her up, you notice; her eyes are closed again but her mouth is wide open.

You close her mouth by closing the little distance between you with a kiss. Her walls contract and squeeze you tighter than ever, but you manage to keep the thrusts steady and consistent. After all, without a proper pace, you wouldn’t be able to give Minju what she wants.

You do not want Minju to get cold, so if this were any other situation, you would have zipped up her jacket. However, seeing each thrust cause a delicious bounce from her handful-sized boobs makes you thrust in her faster.

You squeeze at one of them, leaning in to suck at her nipple. It’s erect from the cold, so your tongue swirling around it feels even colder to Minju. She yelps a little, but her hands pulling you closer from the back of your head easily tells you that she enjoys it.

“Mmph, ahh, oh fuck, I’m close.”

“Already?” you tease, giving her breast one final kiss.

“Oh, shut up! It’s your fault anyway!” Minju answers. “And besides, you're—wait, no, please don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

“Fuck, so am I.”

“Cum inside me, daddy. Cum inside your little cumsleeve. She wants it—she wants it so fucking… bad!”

Minju’s whimpery gasp comes out in the air as a smoky wisp when your thrust become quicker, aimless.

She buries her face in the crook of your neck heavily, biting down on it.

“So close, so close, so close, soclose!” Minju’s words come out in high-pitched whines when she cums with you. She clenches down on you so tightly that she finally gets what she wants:

Buried deep inside her, your tip spews ropes and ropes of cum into her. Some stick out and onto her thighs, but you do your best to fuck them all into her.

“Ah! That’s better!” Minju gives you a satisfied kiss. “Thank you, daddy!”