The Oneiric Thief

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Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut (Series w/ Plot)

Warnings: lots of rough hate sex, mommy kink, choking, change of writing style halfway in

A/N: The start of a series I’ve been writing these days. There is no definite schedule to this; I will update it when I like. Requests will still be written.

Enjoy.

The theater doesn’t look too crowded.

That is one of the many things that is strange about all this. You have been told that you are about to see a great film. A mysterious movie that is a combination of every genre there is. Several other people also think that it’s a film worth watching. So why is the theater almost empty?

Oh well. You’re not going to waste a theater seat that you have already paid for. Might as well watch it anyways.

As you walk through the aisles of seats, you observe the place closely. You’re a visual learner; you like to study everything with your own eye, seeing them for what they truly are and not merely knowing of them through stupid words.

Words are stupid, you’ve always told yourself. It is a small thing to have such a conviction of, but how can you know if the place you’ve been told of is as authentic as described unless you go see it for yourself? People lie these days; you only have yourself to trust if you would not want yourself to be trapped in lies woven by them.

But will you trust me if I tell you this: the seats of the theater are a velvety red and the place is as dark as can be, if it weren’t for the film playing on the big screen before them? And that it is a misty confusing dream of tears and anger and sex and heartbreak and hurt?

You have paid for one of those seats already. Since you are a strict spender, you have chosen one of the cheapest ones: a chair at the higher part of the place which is the very back. But seeing as the enormous theater is barely occupied, you decide to just be seated wherever you want to be.

You pass through numerous empty aisles, your feet rubbing against the carpeted floor as the film continues to play on the wall. You want the perfect seat, somewhere you could comfortably view the film.

You have already passed by several aisles. Sometimes you would see someone sitting there, but that is an extremely rare case. But whenever you do, you make sure to study them like a schoolbook.

You have seen a girl with pink sakura hair in a floral dark-blue dress, a lady in a suit whose hair is an occasional river with the blue highlights, and…

There she is.

Right there, on one of the V.I.P. seating aisles, is a woman in a dark two-piece suit with her arm propped against the black armrest. Her pretty, God-sculpted face leans against her hand. The two top buttons of the white blouse underneath the blazer are undone, and a beaded Chanel necklace below a smaller one.

No, she isn’t an acquaintance. You’ve come to this theater alone. But once you have seen her sitting back so relaxedly with her gorgeous eyes looking almost bored yet at intrigued at the same time in the movie unfolding before her, you become a magnet.

It’s ridiculous, you tell yourself. You promise that you have never seen this woman ever in your life, but you notice that she looks vaguely familiar. Maybe it’s the short blonde hair? Or the blazer lined with white? You wouldn’t know.

You have stood there for so long, jaw on the floor at just the sight of her, that you have not noticed that she has spotted you staring.

And when you do, your cheeks turn red.

She realizes it when your figure at the corner of her eye distracts her from being able to watch the movie properly. So she turns to you, gives you a gorgeous smile and asks, “Enjoying the view?”

Her voice is not at a tone of anger though. It’s soft, playful even. Her smile is in between a confident smirk and a gentle grin, and in the back of your mind you know there is a word for her expression, but you have just forgetten everything when you saw her.

“I apologize,” you try to say, your throat tight. Your ears have become red.

“That’s quite alright,” she assures you. She gestures to the seat beside her. “Would you like to watch this with me?”

Yes. Of course you would. A woman this gorgeous asking you if you’d like to enjoy a movie together?

Yes!

Your mind repeats the word as if it were a religious chant, spoken reverently in churches and sung by heavenly angels. You make your way to sit beside her with a glad heart, trying to stop yourself from doing a happy little skip.

Even when you have already sat down your eyes remain on her. The aura of the girl us too strong, and despite her remaining anonymity, you somehow trust her with your whole life.

The theater is air-conditioned, but you feel so hot beside her. Every part of your body is alive. You wonder what it is about this beautiful stranger that makes you react to her like this.

You’d love to know.

“Such a great film,” she says. "Miyawaki Sakura truly gave her all in this, did she not?”

You want to tell her that you have no idea what she’s talking about. That all you know is that you have been staring at her this whole time, studying her beautiful serious face and wondering what is it about her that makes you so attracted.

But you don’t. You lie.

Lie for a stranger you’ve never met in your life (but then again, you’re sure you’ve seen her somewhere), lie for a woman just because she’s pretty, lie for a stranger you desperately want validation from.

The lie isn’t too far-stretched. It is just a hum of “Mhm, I guess”, but you pray that it’s enough to make her approve of you.

She turns to you, and raises one eyebrow in amusement. “You think so?”

“Yes. Miss Miyawaki is really a great director.”

“That’s funny. Miyawaki didn’t direct this film. You’re really just saying anything, huh?”

It is only now that you realize that she has set out a trap, and you have dumbly thought that the crumbs of food inside could be paradise when what will follow is hell.

She has caught you for the second time. Caught you like a rabbit lured into a basket trap, fearing for its life as a campfire flickers in the way.

You swallow roughly. Your Adam’s apple bobs in your throat as you do so, and you can’t stop yourself from thinking about how much you have ruined your only way of impressing her.

She smiles again knowingly. Your beautiful captor shows a bit of mercy to her prey by reaching her lithe hand out to pat your cheek. Cold rings around some of her fingers dull the heat in your face.

“Don’t worry too much, darling. Just don’t lie to Ms. Kwon again, and you’ll be okay. You got it?”

Her words flicker between a threat and an assurance. Whatever it may be, they do little to calm the heat in your stomach.

Nevertheless, you try to take comfort in her smooth, gentle voice and obey what she says.

And when you do, you are given the sweet, sweet approval you have been looking for.

“Good boy.”

You freeze right there and then like an old computer glitching. Did she just…?

Yes, she did.

You know she’s reading you like a newspaper when she does smug smile. “Eyes on the screen, darling.”

Darling.

Her hand trails itself to your chin and gently turns your face to the film before you.

Right! you tell yourself. The film! You have forgotten about it already.

Watch it with your newfound companion in silence. Her hand has now snaked down to your own, entwining your fingers together. It’s a welcome distraction, but you have to remember what you came and paid for.

It’s an interesting watch. Whoever directed it must have reached into you with an invisible hand and stole all your memories and dreams. The film is literally deja vu put into acting.

The main character is a man who is just like you: a sucker for pretty women, yet has been used by almost every one of them whom you’ve dated. He just falls for every trick again and again.

And strangely, he likes it.

Again, you.

After each heartbreak, he falls back into his terrible habits. Some of them even involve the police, and a few scarily specific incidents that tap into memories you have hidden in the depths of your brain and hope you’ll never meet again.

Every strangely specific scene that unfolds causes you to shift uncomfortably in your seat. Your companion notices it, and offers you a concerned look.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

“Ms. Kwon, I—”

“Eunbi,” she corrects. “Eunbi is fine.”

“Well, Eunbi,” you continue, fumbling to explain yourself, “it’s just that…this reminds me of things I’d like not to remember.”

“That means it is good then.”

Eunbi faces you, taking all of her attention away from the film and giving it to you instead. You do not know if you like that or not, but if you get to see her pretty face like this, maybe you like it.

“Tell me, if you please,” Eunbi asks, “what do you think is the name of this theater?”

“I—I’ve been told it’s the called the Oneiric theater.”

“And do you know what ‘oneiric’ means?”

You shake your head.

“It means dreams, darling,” she defines for you. She gestures to the interior of the theater. “This is the place of dreams. This is where dreams are brought to life, acted out by only the best, made in a way that is understandable and viewable to the public.”

Turn back to the film again, then to Eunbi. Repeat the action once.

As you stare at her, brutal realization slowly settles into you.

No fucking way.

Look at the movie again. You begin to understand why everything is so familiar.

No-fucking-way.

Are those…?

“No!” you exclaim, shaking your head. “It’s impossible!”

“Who do you think directed it?”

“M-me?”

“Kind of,” Eunbi says, cocking her head to the side. “You were the inspiration for it. I directed it.”

“B-but how could you know what I’m dreaming of? How long have you known me to even put my life and dreams into a single movie?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

There it is again. That damn smile.

That damn fucking smile that drips of smugness and cockiness. That damn fucking smile that intimidated you at first, but now only makes you furious.

You glare at her angrily, but she is not about to back down at the game you start. She continues smirking at you, even raising her eyebrows innocently. Everything she does has the pure intention of bringing you to the edge.

Those lips.

Those pretty fucking pink lips.

She wins.

But you are a sore loser. You grab the lapels of her coat and pull her close, your lips engaging hers into a furious make-out session.

Eunbi’s face makes an expression of surprise, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she enthusiastically returns the kiss. Her hands place themselves on your face, tugging you closer as you aggressively lean into her.

Pin her down to the other chairs. You bite down roughly enough on her lower lip for it to bleed, and she yelps. Her hands push your chest away while she quickly sits up.

Blood rolls down from her lower lip, neatly spilling down her chin and staining her white blouse.

“Kwon Eunbi,” you say, “you’re a fucking bitch.”

Despite the bleeding, Eunbi responds with a cocky tilt of her head. “Oh, you think so? Just wait until—”

You don’t allow her to finish talking. You tear off her coat and discard it somewhere in the aisle, then undo her belt in one quick movement. Seize her wrists in one hand and tie them with the belt behind her back.

“I’m going to ruin you,” you promise her. “And by the time I’m done, you’ll wish you kept your hands off my mind.”

Eunbi laughs. “Do you have any idea how stupid you sound right now?” she asks you. “Genuine question.”

Don’t entertain her cockiness. Grab her by the collar and pull her to her knees. She stumbles, head knocking against your thigh as you undo your jeans and pull out your dick. You give it a few quick strokes before sitting back into the velvet sear and offering it to her mouth.

“Suck on my cock, bitch.”

Eunbi spits on it in bratty refusal.

You place your hand on the back of her head and shove your dick into her lips. She gags when your tip hits the back of her throat. She looks up at you with seething eyes as she sucks on it.

That is how you discover how besides from her great mind as a director, she also has a talented mouth.

She gives the side of your cock a half-hearted kiss. “Hm, your dick is big for a guy like you"—places her mouth on it again before trying to take it all in one go; she pouts when she can’t and licks the tip instead—"I could bring all your nightmares into life and kill you, but Mommy likes your cock too much. Such a pity.”

“M-Mommy?”

“Mhm.” Kwon Eunbi tries again, but can only take half of it in her warm mouth. She is visibly frustrated but settles for that, bobbing her head up and down. “Fuck it’s too big. I guess I’ll have to…can you at least get this…” She motions to her hands tied with her belt.

You are glad to undo the restrictions from her hands. If her mouth is that talented, who’s to say her hands aren’t? Eagerly unbuckle the tight belt around her thin wrists.

The evil smile that drips of blood on the oneiric thief’s face quickly tells you why that’s a bad idea.

Oh no.

“Ohhh, darling, you are so gullible it makes me sad.” The director straddles you, the cloth of her pants a strange but welcome heavenly sensation on your dick. “Tsk tsk, just so vulnerable. I wonder what I should do to you, hm?”

Tremble in your seat as she grinds onto you. She’s unpredictable, a black cat blending into the dark night and pouncing out of nowhere.

But one thing you are certain about Kwon Eunbi is that she always has the upper hand, one way or another.

Her hand trails down to your cock. She closes her hand around it and jerks it off quickly. You groan, throwing your head back and trying to hold back your moans of pleasure.

“Mommy should just choke you, shouldn’t she?” Her hand seizes your throat, squeezing it tightly. You gasp when her hand becomes tighter.

“What the hell—are—you ch-choking me for?” you squeak out.

“For acting like a whiny bitch in my theater. For thinking you can just get the upper hand like that.”

Tears fill your eyes from the choking. You are deprived of oxygen and struggling to see her face without your vision blurring, yet your cock remains erect, prodding against her crotch.

If anything, it’s the choking is getting you even harder.

“I hate you so fucking much.”

You finally tear her hand off your neck. When you do, you tear her blouse apart with a rough hand. It isn’t difficult to do so; the buttons have been struggling to stay together to protect the plentiful tits that protrude against it.

The buttons fly into the air. You are met with her large chest smothering your face, probably rendering you more breathless than when she choked you.

“Mmph!” Your groan is muffled as she pushes more of her pillowy soft breasts into your face. You free them from the white bra by pulling it down, discarding it onto the floor.

Immediately place your mouth onto her tits. You grope one in your hand and knead it while sucking the other. She grabs your head with both hands and tugs you closer, shutting her eyes and moaning softly as you suck harshly on her nipple.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” she scolds, hissing through her teeth. “Way too much. But your mouth is too—fuck, do that again.”

Obey and bite down on her sensitive nipple, causing her to squeal. Her nails dig painful lines into your scalp.

Her hips keep grinding onto your meat. You swear that you’ll cum just from the sensation of the fabric rubbing onto you. You change that by quickly pulling down Eunbi’s pants, discarding them with her coat onto the floor. Her creamy pale legs contrast the dark pants. They wrap around your waist and the red chair.

Your eyebrows raise at the sudden feeling of wet sopping folds grinding onto your tip. Smirk. “Really, director? No panties? I thought you’d at least be formal.”

Eunbi’s hand meets your throat again and gives it an experimental squeeze as her blue eyes narrow dangerously. You screech as quietly as possible.

“Oh, don’t get too carried away now, mister,” she warns with a smile that you’re sure isn’t even a proper sign of how much she enjoys this. “You wouldn’t want me to put what we’re doing on the screen right there, would you?”

Gasp for air. “How is that even pos—”

“Shhhhhh.”

Eunbi continues grinding her wet folds on the tip of your dick. You hear her whimper softly when her clit brushes against you.

The slowness of everything infuriates you. You take matters in your own hands and shove up into her pussy.

When you do, heat envelopes your body and spreads goosebumps all over your skin. Kwon Eunbi’s sopping pussy is tight as fuck, and the gasp of surprise that leaves her mouth brings your cock to full mast. The tightness makes you groan out a strangled—

“Ah!”

Eunbi completes the sentence for you. Her hands grip your shoulders till your bones feel like they could crack beneath them. Her walls grip onto your dick mercilessly as she starts bouncing up and down.

God, it’s like she wants to milk you dry.

Her head throws back as another curse slips from her mouth. She bites down on her lower lip despite the bleeding, too pleasured to care about the sting.

“Fuck, this dick is better than I thought,” gasps Eunbi, her chest heaving. “M-Mmph! Fuck! Maybe I wouldn’t have to steal all your dreams after all.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t, director,” you respond weakly. Your legs feel like jelly as Eunbi fucks herself onto you, her firm butt meeting your thighs with every bounce and her tits heaving up and down.

Her moans are loud enough to bounce of the walls of the theater. They even drown out the dialogue in the film. All you could hear is her skin slapping against yours, and her loud, wanton moans mixed with your own muffled ones.

Why is she so pretty for a woman you hate so much?

“Hahh…maybe I don’t hate you too much,” you manage to say, biting your lip. “Forgetting the fact you—you looked into my mind and exposed my dreams. Oh, and how were you able to do that by the way?”

Eunbi whines when your dick rubs her sensitive spot. “If you suck on my tits, I’ll tell you.”

“Hm, a thief, liar, and a scammer. Wonderful.”

She smirks. “You like it though.”

She’s right. No, she’s wrong. Maybe both?

Whatever she’s correct or wrong in, you do not care. Either way you are happy to feast on her breasts, sucking her nipple loudly while she fondles the other in her hand.

God, you just want to wake up everyday to her tits in your mouth. She can steal your dreams as much as she likes and make them into films. All that she could so just in exchange to having her in your mouth.

“I’m close,” Eunbi whimpers out, shutting her eyes. You feel goosebumps spread across her skin under your tongue, and her walls clench tighter around your cock. “Ahhh, I’m cumming!”

The urgent riding comes to an end when a scream pierces the theater. It’s loud enough to alarm the other two ladies you’ve seen earlier—not that Eunbi cares one bit. She shamelessly screams in pleasure as her juices spray all over your dick.

You’ve managed to hold yourself from cumming early until now, but the sight of the cold composed director suddenly turning into a shameless, screaming slut by your own doing urges you to do so.

But for this round, you have won.

“Damn,” you say, a smug tone forming in your voice. “Didn’t know you were a squirter, director.”

Eunbi’s face turns red. “Shut up.”

“Now tell me, how exactly were you able to manage to write a film of my dreams?”

“F-Fuck…” She whimpers when you press a thumb to her slick clit, drawing tight circles on the sensitive nub while her thighs quiver from the overstimulation. ”Okay, I’ll tell you.“

Finally. Generously pause the rubbing on her clit, anticipating the answers you’ve been waiting for for so long when she cups her hand over your ear and pulls you close. Her breath is hot against your neck.

"I did it through something,” she whispers. “Something…something called…”

“‘Called-’ what?” you ask.

You can feel her smirk. “Something called ‘none of your damn business’.”

What the fuck?

Eunbi smiles, but the proud expression on her face is quickly replaced by a look of surprise when the frustration finally takes over you, and you push her off of you, forcing her to stand on trembling legs. She stumbles backwards, her back hitting a red chair.

“Bend over.”

She scoffs, buttoning her blouse back together, ignorant of your words. “I’m not doing shit.”

“Bend over,” you repeat.

She repeats too. “I’m not doing shi—”

Spin her around and bend her over the velvet chair before you, sealing her hands behind her back. She squeals in surprise.

Her second squeal is not of surprise anymore, but because of the sudden penetration from behind, your dick sinking deep into her folds and withdrawing just as quickly. Then inside again.

“Ahh!”

In and out, in and out, in and out. The rhythm of your thrusts keep her tight around you, but what makes her really gasp and clench down is when you drag the wetness from her folds and rub it on her nub.

“Mmph! Mmph! Fuck!” Eunbi has lost count of the times she has sworn the word. Her sensitive spots keep getting stimulated, the sensation making her core throb and knees buckle. “Your d-dick is too good but…” She turns to you and smiles. “Still not telling you.”

“Tell me. Now.” Stress the word with a rough thrust. She cries out, her upper body falling down onto the chair, which you quickly pull up.

Pump into her more forcefully, your hips slapping harder against her ass. “Now.”

“You think that just because your cock is big I’ll tell you?”

“Oh, so you think I have a big dick?”

“Of course not, you narcissistic asshole. You're…oh my god! I’m cumming!” Eunbi screams again. It’s another squirting, her juices overflowing and spraying on the floor and the seat.

When your pumps remain merciless, she whines helplessly. “Alright! I’ll tell you!”

Slow your thrusts to prompt her to speak. Though the pace has relaxed, the shoves of your shaft into her pussy are more forceful. Each one provokes a soft whimper from the director, a sound that stiffens your dick more.

She cries, trembling beneath you. “It's…it’s complicated to understand,” she explains，trying to draw out her words between pants. “We need to talk about it somewhere—somewhere not here.”

“Another scam. You really are one of a kind, Kwon Eunbi.”

Fuck Kwon Eunbi. No, not that way, but—fine, kind of that way. Both literally and figuratively. She has been messing with you from the first second you’ve stepped into her theater; lying to you, stealing, manipulating, everything. It’s starting to piss you off.

Why does she have to be so pretty though?

You feel your orgasm approaching. Without any care for what she felt, just as she had done to you, you use her body for your own benefit. Fucking her cunt and savoring each delicious clench onto your shaft and the feeling of her tight walls rubbing on your veins.

The knot in your stomach breaks.

You fill her insides with cum. Her juices mix with your own and mingling inside her, her folds creamed with white.

She is still shaking when you pull out. Her short hair is messy and her legs quiver, and for the first time, you actually register the rare look of vulnerability in her pretty face.

Her pretty, pretty face.

It almost makes you forget how much you hate her.

What makes you remember is her nonchalant remark.

“Well, that was lame.”

Roll your eyes at her painfully obvious lie. Though your mortal enemy is gorgeous, she is also irritating. “I still hate you by the way,” you remind her. Just for good measure.

She smiles fakely as she pulls her pants back up her pale legs. You cannot keep your greedy eyes off of them. “You don’t think I hate you more?”

“Why would you even hate me? You’re the one who stole my dreams and lured me into this place. Which, by the way, you still haven’t explained how you did.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

The film has ended. Kwon Eunbi is now walking down the aisle, her coat and pants back on, her thumbs curled around the cuffs of her pants as if nothing happened.

You struggle to keep up with her long strides. “You still owe me an explanation.”

“I don’t owe you shit,” she replies sharply. She has turned the aisle you have stayed in and up to the back of the room, her shoes shuffling against the patterned carpeted floor.

“I should have bitten your lip harder,” you say grumpily, noticing the blood stain on her blouse and her bleeding bottom lip. The bloodiness makes her look like a vampire.

“Oh, don’t get so sad, darling. I will explain everything to you when the time is right.”

Stop in your tracks and cross your arms. You won’t let a pet name distract you from the matter at hand anymore. “And when exactly is that?”

Eunbi stops too. For a moment, she doesn’t move at all nor speak.

You wonder if she’s angry. And if she is, what she might do to you.

“It’s complicated.” She heaves a sigh. “Time doesn’t exist in dreams. It's…confusing.”

You have no idea what she’s talking about. How is it complicated? What does she mean with the time and dreams? Why does it confuse her? Three new questions are added to the hundred more you have for her.

Three new questions when she is supposed to be answering you.

“You still haven’t answered me,” you remind her.

Finally, she turns to you, a smile on her face. “Come visit Mommy again next week, 4:29 p.m. sharp. I’ll have a new film ready for you. Just you.”

Why not just say 4:30? And what does she mean with a new film? Isn’t her theater supposed to be shut down because she is a thief?

More questions. More. And. More.

You want to ask her these questions directly, but she’s already gone.

Gone like a dream within seconds of waking up.

You can’t tell if she is a wet dream, or a nightmare.

Film Shooting

Part Two of Oneiric Theater | Prev. Chapter

Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut

Warnings: a lot of angry Eunbi, face-sitting, mommy kink, thighjo- yeah, just read the whole thing to know

Also written because of inspiration from this request

A/N: Merry Christmas! Here’s Oneiric Theater Part Two. Hope you guys enjoy your Christmas and this queued scheduled piece.

It has been a week after the incident and you still haven’t recovered from it. Not even a good helping of your favorite food or a thirteen-hour “nap” could help you feel any better about the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

You have a bad feeling that the events would stay on your mind forever.

One day, you’ll be eighty years old in a retirement home peeing your pants, having traumatic flashbacks of a pretty short-haired woman with an arrogant smirk.

Couldn’t she have stolen some part of those memories instead?

You grumble to yourself, head in your hands. You have never hated someone more in your life.

Your hate would have been more intense if she weren’t so pretty.

Why the hell is she so pretty by the way?

You throw your head back in frustration. Doing so causes you to hit it against the wall. “Gah! Son of a bitch!” The pain dulling the back of your head is an added tree log in the fireplace of your anger.

Massage your head in your hands and try to make sense of it all. But all that comes to mind are repeated questions:

Who really is Kwon Eunbi? How did she own that theater? How could she have these little powers of looking into people’s minds and rob them of their life, dreams… everything?

And most importantly, how could she have done that to you?

You, out of all people? She must be kidding! How are you of any significance to a director who makes billions off of her films? You’re just a guy who wanted to watch one of them worth his while!

Seriously, Kwon Eunbi, what the hell do you want from me?

How did you get into this cycle of cat and mouse with her? You don’t remember, but you suspect that that’s another memory she’s stolen.

You wonder if she can read your mind right now even if you are far away from the Oneiric Theater. Maybe she’s in her bedroom, laughing and kicking her feet in her sheets knowing she’s got you wrapped around her little finger. She could be peeking through your memories as if she were scanning folders, shocked at its contents and laughing at the others.

You just want to tear your hair out. Fuck Kwon Eunbi! Figuratively and… literally?

Well, you did do so literally. And you enjoyed every second of it.

But for god’s sake, she’s your enemy! She’s a selfish, greedy director who doesn’t care about you at all! Why do you find her so attractive?

The sound of your phone ringing interrupts your thoughts. The screen lights up to a black screen with the red and green answer buttons, an unknown number flashed above them.

Weird. Nobody ever calls you.

Click the green button and press your phone to your ear. “Hello? Who is this?”

“Hi, sweetheart. Did you miss me?”

Oh.

Anger wraps your heart in its tight fist. You don’t need to ask further to know who the caller is:

“Eunbi,” you say spitefully. Grind your teeth together to handle the irritation overcoming your body right now. You should have expected this. “What do you want?”

She lets out an exaggerated sigh of boredom. “You promised Mommy you’d come visit her after a week, right?” she reminds you with a sickening sweet tone. You could tell she’s twisting the telephone wire between her fingers as she speaks. “Did you really forget?”

“I didn’t promise you anything. You just told me to do that.”

“Ahh, so you do remember.”

You don’t respond. You are too overcome by anger to even mumble out an answer. You know that if you do, Eunbi might put more on your plate than you can chew.

“It’s already 3:00, baby. I’m starting to miss you.”

Why does the last statement sound so genuine to you? She really knows how to play with your emotions.

Swallowing a shuddering breath, you try to make your voice sound steady. “I can’t visit you right now, Eunbi. I’m busy.”

She giggles. “Aww, don’t lie to me now. I know you’re just having breakdown after breakdown on the couch. Really nice living room, by the way. Is that phone of yours a Samsung? Real cheap.”

You almost scream. “Eunbi! What the hell!”

You look around the living room, hands tightening around the fabric of your sofa.

How the hell did she know that? Does she have stalkers hired to keep a hawk’s eye on you? Did she magically put up CCTVs or something while you were asleep?

“Didn’t I tell you that nothing bad would happen if you just didn’t lie to me? You seem to keep forgetting that.”

“I would have an easier time remembering things if you weren’t a fucking mind reader!”

“But you remember what I told you,” she points out once more. “Same place, 4:29 PM. If you’re not here before that… oh, you wouldn’t want to know the things I’d do to you.”

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Ridding yourself of all common sense, you have arrived at the Oneiric Theater again. Though the long ride in the the taxi has left more of a pain on your ass than your legs, they still feel like they’ve run a marathon when you finally reach Eunbi down the sidewalk.

You recognized her because of the gray dress. The sides of it hug her curves and are lined with black, cut just at the starts of her thighs.

Okay, fine, you recognized her because of her thighs.

But who cares? You’re back in this fiasco with Ms. I Have Eyes Everywhere here and she still would not give you an explanation or at least a blunt answer to your various questions.

“Hey! I’m here! You owe me an explanation!”

“Oh my god, you just arrived and I’m already tired of you.”

Today the director seems to have changed style. Gone is the pant suit and short hair from a week ago. What comes to replace it is a simple gray dress that is cut too high for decency, one that has round buttons running down the center and a lacy two-piece collar. Her short hair has grown to be able to hang below her shoulders. Two black ribbons grace both sides of her head.

Damn mommy. For a moment, you almost forget that this is the woman who ruined your life.

She turns to you with a smile that could break hearts from a mile away. “But since you’re here now, come with me.”

“Wait!”

She raises an eyebrow.

You suck in a deep breath. “Will you answer my questions?”

She taps her chin. “Hmmm, only after a few… drastic measures.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, come with me.”

You do not trust her at all. Not after all she’s done to you. What if she kills you this time? Or scam you into another frisky situation you wouldn’t be able to fuck your way out anymore?

But as you watch her walk into the theater again, you realize you have no choice. Whatever you do, you will always be left wondering about the mysteries of the Oneiric Theater, and its owner who seems to have you wrapped around her little finger at all times.

You sigh. Fine, you’ll bite.

You follow the directress into the theater. Everything looks the same as the last time you visited: the floor is still carpeted with a clever illusion that makes it difficult to walk on it without getting dizzy. The walls still have posters of upcoming films. One poster is for a movie entitled “La Vie en Rose”. The title is printed in large elegant font above twelve girls all dressed in red. Roses decorate the poster while feathers do so to the poster taped next to it. That one’s title is… “Secret Story of The Swan”? What an odd name.

The moment you look away from the poster you realize that Eunbi is already far up ahead of you. You quickly shake your head to get yourself focused and run after her.

She pauses at a doorway. When you catch up with her, confusion fills your senses.

“We’re here again?” you say in disbelief. “I thought you said you had a new movie prepared for me.”

The doorway leads to the exact same room you’ve watched the last time. Aisles of velvet chairs line the familiar room, while the same projector stands at the farthest back part of the theater. Hell, even the movie playing is the same. There isn’t anything new at all!

“I have!”

“Then why are we—”

You are swiftly pinned to one of the walls. Let out a sound mixing between a groan and a yelp. Your back suffers most of the impact, but it seems like your dick will go through even more of that, seeing Kwon Eunbi’s evil gaze raking down your body.

“You’re so fucking gullible, aren’t you?” she asks. Her hands trail to your neck and squeeze there, rendering you gasping for breath as you try to stutter out your words. “You really didn’t learn from the last time you went here.”

You wheeze, your hands trying to tug her own away from your neck. But Eunbi, despite her small height and slim frame, is stronger than you. And she always will be.

“Fuck you. I should have—I should have called the police when I had the chance.”

She chuckles. “Oh, you definitely should have.”

A powerful shove from her causes you to fall onto the floor. You try to move away, but your back only meets the corner of a wall while your fate is trapped into the directress’ hands.

“I always keep promises though…”

Now she lifts you onto a plush sofa. It’s a welcome comfort compared to the dirty carpeted floor, but Eunbi still manages to make it tight for you. Straddling you, she tugs a ribbon loose from her hair and gathers your wrists into one knot with them. “So you’ll get to see the film you want so badly.”

“W-Where is it then?” You struggle to breathe as Eunbi seals the second ribbon around your neck.

She shrugs playfully. “Somewhere, someday, maybe sometime.”

“I’m not fucking around, Eunbi. Where is the film?”

“I’ll give it to you after I have my way with you. Mommy needs her release after all.”

“What the fu—”

Suddenly Eunbi is sitting on your face, her soaked lips muffling the words that come out of your own. Strong hands sealed onto your hair, she grinds herself onto your mouth, thighs clamping around your head to keep you in place.

This is when you realize why she is clad ina dress cut so high.

Grumbling, you give her a tentative lick to test the waters; the little shiver she does is a good enough response for you. Tuck your tongue into her warm wetness, swirling it inside her at unsteady patterns. When she begins to ride your mouth for more, you stop completely. Your inconsistency causes her to pull at your hair.

“Fucking—! If you keep slacking I’ll never give you the goddamn film!”

“Someone’s impatient,” you say, grinning. You mess with my head? I’ll mess up your orgasm. It will do little damage to her that isn’t equal to what she’s done to you, but the little rebellion against her keeps you going.

“Oh, you think I’m not serious?”

“I don’t think you’re shit.”

“0927 Avenue, 95th Stree—ahhh, that’s much better.”

Your own home address?! Seriously? What else does this woman know?

Just to keep yourself safe, you dart your tongue out again. Eunbi’s heated sex rocks to and fro onto your mouth, and everytime she lifts her hips you try to catch your breath. She doesn’t allow that, of course; she ruts her core on your tongue harder, curses leaving her mouth like a dizzying chant while your tongue slides in her clenching hole and retreats just as quickly.

Her moans start to grace the atmosphere more often. You suppose she’s been holding them back to keep up her tough guise, but the moans that keep spilling out of her mouth like a waterfall make the guise falter. Kind of similar to her center that drips continuously into your mouth.

“Shit,” she hisses. Another hard clamp of her legs around your head doesn’t stop you from licking greedily at her. “You’re being such a good boy right now. Mommy feels so fucking good.”

The pet name makes your heart pump a little faster. You whine, but Eunbi pays no mind to that. She starts to ride your tongue, the rolls of her hips guiding your pointed muscle into her wet orifice. Kiss her clitoris and purse your lips, licking at it from side to side. Eunbi shakes like a leaf under rain as high-pitched moans are driven out of her hair with each lap, each suck, each lick.

“Your mouth has some good use after all,” the directress says weakly. Now her voice isn’t the matter-of-fact tone it usually is—it’s a wavery one, one that’s labored with heavy breathing and whines. “I hate to, hah, admit it but—you’re q-quite good at this, aren’t you?”

Maybe you are; everytime you impale Eunbi with your tongue another rush of wetness floods your mouth and dribbles down your chin. Her thighs quiver next to the sides of your head while you flick your wet muscle into her equally wet walls.

“I’ll do—mmm, an even better job if you free my hands,” you promise in between laps at her cunt.

“You must think I’m a fool to fall for that.”

Her words suddenly make you recall the last time you visited the theater—when all chaos were unleashed upon you and your dick after you freed Eunbi’s hands of the belt you tied around them. You sorely want to pull a trick like that as well, but the promise of the film to answer all your questions is too tempting that you wouldn’t dare.

And besides, you do not want to hear her gasps of pleasure stop for just a minute. You want her to break.

“Gah"—you release your lips from suckling fervently on her pulsing clit—"please, mommy.”

That word is the first crack. Though she has never actually confirmed she likes being called so, you could easily verify it as a fact seeing the way she winces when you say it. The way she whimpers, the way more wetness leaks from her pussy.

“Fuck, alright.” She tugs away the ribbon. “But if you try to be funny, mommy will make sure you never—ahh!”

No more threats or arrogance from her; the moment your hands are freed, you clamp your hands over her milky legs and nuzzle your mouth completely in between them. Your nose tickles her nub while your tongue lathers her folds with saliva and unfalteringly fucks her hole. Eunbi’s screams are blocked out by her thighs tightly pressing against your ears.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck mommy’s pussy with your filthy little tongue. Fuck her until she can’t tak- hahh, she’s so close—”

Wave after wave of pleasure washes over Eunbi as she wriggles and writhes above you. Her cries are rendered soundless once again because of her convenient thighmuffs. Her legs try to wring themselves out of your grip but you hold on to them relentlessly, eating Eunbi out with much gusto while her juices flood your face.

She quivers as you clean her up, tongue prodding and pushing at the sensitive core. When she cannot take any more of your laps, she dismounts your face with a gasp and falls on your lap.

You try to catch your breath, attempting to get used to breathing without being interrupted with another hump on your mouth from Eunbi. Doing so feels like rising from the pool after swimming deep underwater till your hand could easily glide the tiled floor.

In between heavy pants, Eunbi smirks. “See? Isn’t it much better when you’re being good for me?”

“No ‘thank you’?” you ask, wiping your lips on your sleeve. “God, your heart is as hard as a rock.”

“And it seems like you are too, hotshot. Just look at yourself.”

Eunbi shifts in her place on your lap to show you how your bulge is practically fighting against the fabric of your pants. Red fills your cheeks as she palms it slowly, the friction from her hand forming tight heat in your crotch.

You whimper. “Mommy, please.”

“Oh, would you look at that. I knew you’d warm up to mommy quickly.”

Humiliation rings clear in your face as she tugs your cock out of your pants, hand wrapping tightly around your length.

“Because you’re being such a good boy right now"—Eunbi twists herself on your lap to face you and crosses her legs, throwing her legs to the side of the sofa—"I’ll let you have your fun. I would have rewarded you with a titjob, but mommy’s thighs will suffice for now, won’t they, baby boy?”

Fuck, not that nickname again. You swear that if you didn’t hold back you would have come just from her words.

Forget that she’s your mortal enemy. Forget about your grudges and everything terrible she’s done to you. Your mind can only wrap around this gorgeous woman wrapping her godly thighs around your cock, soft skin squeezing your length and rubbing its veins as she starts to bounce up and down.

Up down, up down, up down. It’s a heavenly repetition with Eunbi squeezing her thighs around your dick just like she did to your head, but now it’s for your own pleasure. Her tits, though still hidden under the buttoned lapels of her dress, bounce along with her thighs, rippling the fabric and looking absolutely tempting to grope.

You give in to the temptation. Your groans and the sounds of her lap meeting yours are background music to the scene of you daringly squeezing your hand over her breast. Quickly finding out that they’re sensitive just by running your hand over them and seeing the desperate look on Eunbi’s face when you do, you take things up a notch by slipping your hand under her dress.

Eunbi’s eyes shoot you a warning, but they close almost immediately when you cup her bust over her bra. They’re massive, soft mounds of flesh that are apparently very sensitive, seeing as the director clamps her thighs harder around your length each time you squeeze.

So you squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. The more you do, the more whimpers come out from Eunbi just as her wetness leaks even more onto your bare lap. Unable to hold it in anymore hearing her girlish moans and feeling her gorgeous thighs rub tight around you, ropes of cum shoot from your dick and onto Eunbi’s milky skin. Groans and grunts of your own grace the air as the merciless Eunbi keeps bouncing slightly on your lap, milking your cock again and again till her thick thighs are almost covered completely in your cum.

“Holy shit, you came so much.” She sticks a finger into the puddles of white and tastes it. “Yummy. Didn’t know your cum tasted this good.”

“Eunbi, I don’t think I—”

“Shhh, mommy wants more.”

With just one shift on your lap, your cock slips from between her thighs and sheathes itself deep into her pussy. You whine at the remaining sensitivity that causes you to writhe and shift underneath Eunbi, but she pays no mind to it all.

“F-Fuck, you’re stretching me out so well.” Eunbi’s words are stammered out in gasps.  Though the constant stimulation on your aching cock is difficult and nearly impossible to bear, what makes up for it is the expression on Eunbi’s face as she sinks down onto you. Oh, and how her firm ass meets your lap everytime her hips rise.

She must have known you were thinking of her ass since her fingers wrap around your shivering hand and guide it to her buttcheek. She squeals when you slap it, walls clenching tighter around your cock. Another slap, her breath hitches. The third is what she makes sure is the last one for she grabs your hand and places it on her boob instead.

Alright, this could work too. Sweat rolling down your face and its scent mixing in with the smell of sex, your upward thrusts stutter as a burst of cum shoots into the director’s wet hole. Tug the lapel of her dress away from the other to reveal her bouncing tits to you—"oh, that’s it, baby. Breed mommy—fucking fill her pussy with your cum"—and pull her bra down. Without the support of the underclothing her boobs shake with her movements, two large mounds of flesh bouncing in the air which you grope and squeeze. She whispers curses underneath her breath as you play with her sensitive tits as much as you can.

The whispers turn into uncontrolled screams when you close the little distance in between you and latch onto her nipple. She pulls on your hair and humps you faster, crying out with every swirl of your tongue around her erect nipple and suck on her full breasts. “Fuck, baby, don’t stop! Mommy’s cum—”

Nails digging in your scalp, she pulls you closers till your mouth is sucking and biting at almost all of her breast. Your other hand plays with the other, and when you pinch her nipple in between your fingers, she explodes.

A scream pierces the air as her body spasms and tightens around you. Swears come out as weak stutters while her walls tighten hard enough to draw another orgasm out of you. Your semen splashes into her cunt and drips out of it too, staining the little gray dress and the couch.

“Mommy’s so full, baby. Can’t believe how much you came.”

You could; the director’s tight little cunt and addictive moans drive you insane. Her pretty silk voice has a special way of affecting you, especially with the pet names.

Eunbi tries to move away, but when she rises from her place she whimpers and returns to her original position instead. Carefully lifting her body and unsheathing your used dick, white rolls down her milky thighs and creates splotches on her dress.

“I hope the camera caught how you almost made me cum just from your knee. That would be interesting to see.”

Your comprehension is steadily lowering to a zero as exhaustion begins to take over you, but you’re pretty sure she just said something about a camera.

Your body slides down and lies flat on the sofa. Eunbi still sits on your lap—at least, that’s what your blurring eyes can detect—so you try to ask her about it.

“W-What camera?”

“For a special film. You see, the Oneiric Diary isn’t the only film I prepared for you.”

Oneiric Diary? What the hell was that? And what did she mean by the special film?

“But I see you’re too tired to watch them with me. We shall view them when you wake up, do you understand?”

Eunbi’s voice has returned to its usual formal tone. You can’t tell if yours has become normal again as well because you are too weak to even mumble out a word. All that comes out is groans.

As your eyes flicker close and the world turns black around you, you could feel a pair of plump lips press against your cheek. It might have been pre-slumber delusions, but you swear you heard Eunbi whisper “Sweet dreams, darling” before everything disappears completely.

±

“Are you sure you can trust him, unnie? He seems weak.”

A chuckle from the older woman as she stands in the way of the projected film, two shadows lurking in the now-dark theater. Her arms are crossed while her eyes stay on the man passed out on the sofa.

“He doesn’t even trust me,” Eunbi says with a grin. “But I’m sure of it. There are too many coincidences for all of it to be nothing.”

“You know what happened last time, unnie. You can’t risk it.”

The grin disappears from Eunbi’s face. Her eyes unlock from him as she turns to the younger girl, a warning in her glare. “What did I tell you about mentioning The Nightmare?”

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be. You of all people should know how bad it affected the theater.”

“I’m sorry, unnie.”

“Save the apologies, Sakura. And turn off the projector; I want him to sleep well.”

“So you could fuck him till he passes out again?” Sakura asks sarcastically.

“That, and another thing: I want him to be ready for what he sees in the Oneiric Diary.”

An Eye for an Eye

Part Three of Oneiric Theater

Miyawaki Sakura x Kwon Eunbi Smut

Miyawaki Sakura x M!Reader Smut

Kwon Eunbi’s office is usually closed during nighttime. The Oneiric Theater doesn’t welcome guests all day after all—and neither does she. However, this particular day, someone has stolen into her office and granted the director a quick visit.

The name of the intruder could easily be distinguished from the loud moans that can be heard from the office after, being cried out by the firm director in a whiny tone that is a far cry from her usual formal one.

Her name is…

“Fuck. Fuck, Kkura-ya. Just a little more, please. Just a little more.”

Kkura. Miyawaki Sakura, to be exact, Kwon Eunbi’s assistant.

The assistant who adores the cling of the her boss’ fingers on her back, painful they may be. The firmness of the Korean woman’s grip on her drives her closer and closer to the edge.

She isn’t sure if she is going to last any longer. But that’s okay, she thinks; Eunbi is close too anyway, as what her moans would suggest. She rubs herself harder on Eunbi’s center, causing the girl whimpering in the nook of her neck to squeal.

Sakura hisses when teeth dig into her shoulder. She knows what that love bite means all too well:

Harder.

“More, more,” Eunbi sobs. “More, please. I’m almost there.”

“So am I, unnie. Cum together?”

Eunbi’s whimpering nod confirms her agreement. Encouraged by it, Sakura seals a hand around the Korean girl’s thigh and tugs her closer, increasing the pressure on her clit. The pain of her boss’ nails sliding against her back, the smell of sex and sweat in the air, and the sheer fucking wetness…

Eunbi’s scream is whinier than normal. It definitely isn’t from frustration; the new boy toy she brought into the theater makes sure that that possibility is ticked off from the list. Sakura bets it was also because of the new fingering technique she used on her, after a rough bout of passionate kissing and soft pleads from the latter.

The throbbing ache in her body afterwards quickly takes her mind off that. Even as the dull pain continues, she strokes Eunbi’s hair softly to bring her down from her high.

“You alright, unnie?” she asks her.

“Yeah. Just- fuck, I’m so wet.”

Sakura’s relationship with Eunbi is strange by all means. It was supposed to be a normal work one, but a few nights of the director being stressed out quickly changed that.

It just takes a sunset for the roles to be reversed. Eunbi would usually give the orders in the theater because she is its owner and director, after all, but Sakura is the one in control in the sheets.

Or at least, Eunbi’s desk, where the director is sitting on with her legs still wrapped around Sakura.

Sakura knows it’s strange, but she doesn’t mind at all. The mysteries of the theater may be more confusing than an unsolved case sitting in the folders of a detective, but the sex is too good for her to back out.

“Well, you better get dressed now, unnie.”

She pulls away a little, pulling  the director’s short skirt back down from her waist. Though she and Eunbi are fuck buddies, she is still her assistant; her responsibility remains to help Eunbi in everything, including preventing her from looking as if she just got fucked on her own desk.

“Come on now, unnie. Your little boy toy’s not gonna sleep forever, you know,” she reminds her.

Eunbi steals a glance at the old grandfather clock in her office. The golden pendelum swings side to side, while the hands of the clock point to 11:00 PM. She groans in frustration.

“Hell, I wish he would. He gets on my fucking nerves.”

“Not when he’s giving you a good pounding, though,” Sakura points out cheekily as she strokes the strands of the director’s hair back behind her ears.

Eunbi pouts at her mockingly. “Aw, is my little assistant jealous?”

“No, I just find it interesting how you get so brave and demanding with him when you won’t dare act like that around me.”

“Ugh, it’s too late for this, Kkura. Shut the fuck up.”

The normal Eunbi is back, it seems. The Japanese woman knows that one of the ways to cater to her ever-changing mood is to be quiet and do as she is told, but she couldn’t help but smile smugly.

“As you wish, director. As you wish.”

Eunbi dismounts from her desk on shaky legs. Her heeled shoes clack on the wooden floor. “I want you to take care of him today anyway. I’m far too behind on schedule.”

Must have hit a nerve, Sakura says to herself with a smirk. She knows the only way Kwon Eunbi could ever get back at her for that is giving her more tasks.

“Sure, director. What’s your schedule for today?”

“More training to fix the nightmares.”

Now that stirs a little worry in her. Eunbi training by herself to fix the troubles of the theater? That’s quite a bold move that even she wouldn’t dare make.

“Director, not that I would question your decisions, but that isn’t the smartest thing to do. You know how dangerous those nightmares are.”

“And they will know how dangerous I am too,” counters Eunbi. She tugs at a coat hanging from a nook on the wall and drapes it on her shoulders. “And you know that I’ll do anything just to save her.”

Sakura is stunned. “Of course I do. I’ve been your assistant for too long, I know what you mean.”

The Nightmares are a touchy topic, so to hear Eunbi freely rant about that is too much for Sakura. She especially knows how harmful they are even to be spoken about.

“Then do this for me, Sakura: show him the Oneiric Diary. Tell him about the nightmares, even if it hurts him.”

                                                                        *****

Eunbi’s thighs are soft pillows around your head, ones that you grip tight and pull closer to your mouth while you lick and lap at what lies in between them.

You lick, she shivers deliciously. Another, she cries out, hands tugging on your head desperately to help herself reach climax. Your tongue prodding in between her leaking slit and flicking her nub assist her in her mission.

“So good, so good!” Her gasps of pleasure are high-pitched and whiny. “Fuck, baby boy, don’t stop just yet—I’m close!”

“Ah, you’re finally awake.”

What?

Suddenly, the director’s thighs have never really squeezed your head and her hands have never tugged at your head. It was all just… a dream.

A dream that fades away just as your eyes flicker open.

You look around groggily while your senses slowly come back to you. Upon not seeing the cream-colored walls of your room or feeling your duvet on top of you, you suspect that you must have spent the night at the Oneiric Theater. The familiar plush sofa you lay on and the aisles of red velvet seats say it all.

What looks unfamiliar though, is a petite woman with hair the color of cherry blossoms sitting by your side. Her wide eyes never leave yours as you struggle to sit up.

Time still feels like jelly. Look around the dark theater weakly and mumble something about pussy.

She chuckles. “She must’ve gotten you into one of those wet dreams, huh?”

That was Eunbi’s doing? If so, she’s far more evil than you thought.

You cover your mouth to yawn, and also to make sure that pussy juices don’t stain your lips. Then, you offer a question to the woman beside you:

“Who are you?”

She smiles stiffly. “I’m Miyawaki Sakura, Ms. Kwon’s assistant. I’m here to help you in whatever you need.”

Miyawaki Sakura whose hair is the color of sakuras. The similarity brings a small smile to your face.

“Alright then. Can you help me go home?”

“Ms. Kwon has specifically instructed that you may not leave the theater premises at this time.”

A sarcastic laugh leaves your mouth. “Great,” you say. “So I’m a fucking hostage then.”

“That’s kind of the point, really.”

You glare at her. She does not reciprocate the action, but she does return an uncomfortably long stare that makes you quickly back down.

“Okay, Sakura,” you begin, trying to hold your frustration back. But you fail miserably; your anger starts to drip off your tone and words. “All of this shit wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted to watch a fucking movie, and now Eunbi—”

“Ms. Kwon,” Sakura corrects you.

“Ms. Kwon, Ms. Eunbi. Whatever, fine. What I’m trying to say is: I’m a victim in this scenario. She lured me in here, fucked me, and got me back in again for another round.”

“Was it enjoyable?”

“Well, yes but… wait a minute, that’s not the point!”

"Oh, but I think it is,” Sakura says.

Her large eyes are narrowed as they look into yours—a predatory glare that makes you grab onto the duvet fearfully.

“Do you really expect me to believe the sex isn’t the point? We both know that if she wasn’t so fucking pretty—and if she didn’t fucking drip of sex appeal in everything she does, you would have been gone a long time ago.”

Her words intimidate you almost as much as her glare does. Perhaps what makes them sound even more rightening is the fact that there is some truth to it.

Wait a minute, of course that isn’t true. What the hell are you thinking? Eunbi isn’t even that pretty. And… and…

Your shoulders tense. You really have to stop lying to yourself, especially when Eunbi’s assistant can see right through you.

“Alright,” you admit. “Maybe if she wasn’t so pretty I would have done everything I could to get away from her. But that doesn’t mean that’s going to last anytime soon. This stops now.”

Sakura scoffs. “Yeah right. You’re telling me you don’t want to come back to pound her tight little pussy all over again? Find out why she led you here in the first place? And what the film is all about?”

“Of course I want to fuck… er, know what the film is about.”

The explicit thought sparked by Sakura’s words quickly melts away when you remember the very thing Eunbi promised to give you: a film that would answer all your questions.

You also remember her briefly mentioning something about a diary.

“Then come with me. But just remember: once you find out what’s in it, you’ll never want to back out.”

                                                                        *****

You are certain that Kwon Eunbi is scary, but that doesn’t mean that her assistant isn’t either.

As the two of you rise from the sofa at the back end of the theater and start to make your way to the front row, you observe Sakura closely. Her movements are always quick and rash—she practically slams the film tape inside the machine, the force of her hands almost knocking it over. She adjusts the projector as if she were strangling it, and there and then you realize how behaved you have to be with her if you do not want to meet the same fate as the poor projector.

“This shit won’t fucking work!” Sakura yells frustratedly, slapping the projector. You gulp roughly, your hand unconsciously creeping up to your neck to make sure that it is still intact.

You don’t dare tell her to calm down.

“There. Finally!” Sakura sinks back into the velvet chair as the projector flashes the film onto the white wall.

“Alright.” You turn to Sakura. “Now can you tell me what’s going on?”

“More than happy to. Now here’s the thing, boy toy. Back in—oh my.”

The sounds coming from the film tape make yours and Sakura’s eyes widen. What’s even more alarming is what’s playing there on the screen:

A dazed you almost passed out on the row of chairs, with Kwon Eunbi perched on your mouth. Though your expression is tired and sleepy, your mouth obviously isn’t. You and Sakura could tell by the way Eunbi moans lewdly, heavy breaths leaving her parted lips as her thighs squeeze down on your head even more.

“What the hell?!” you speak your thoughts out loud. “I didn’t know she filmed us fucking!”

You believe that she did tell you sometime while doing the deed, but you must have forgotten. Either way, the heat rises to your cheeks despite your figure being as frozen as an ice cube in your seat.

Sakura seems to be the only one enjoying the show. She’s grinning widely at the scene, even leaning forward to view it better.

“Whoa, would you look at that! I must have put in the wrong VHS tape, but this will do. God, she’s almost crying from how good your tongue is.”

“Sakura!”

“What?”

“Turn the thing off!”

“Aww, alright. Let me tell you though: you must give really good head for her to cry out like that.”

Your hands tear at your hair. “Stop talking about it!”

The VHS tape slides out from the player. Sakura pulls a marker out of her pocket and labels it as “Boy toy fucking Eunbi”.

“That wasn’t the Oneiric Diary, but that’s good too, isn’t it?”

“Sakura…” You let out a heavy sigh of both exasperation and anxiety. Your ears still burn red from the recent incident. “Please just let me watch the Diary. Or whatever it is. Please.”

“Got it, got it,” she replies, sliding the actual film the two of you are supposed to watch in the player, still giggling.

You cover your face with your hands, unable to bear the sheer embarrassment. Just when you think this day couldn’t get worse, the universe proves you wrong.

Kill me, you pray to whoever God exists. Fucking take me out.

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The film isn’t anything fancy. It’s more of an educational slideshow rather than a five-star movie, but you still pay close attention. This is what you’ve been waiting for this whole while, this whole time. This is what will make you finally understand everything.

Large bold words in capital letters decorate the center of the black screen, spelling out the words: “THE BEGINNING”.

An old sketch flashes on the screen. It seems to be one based off of a hanok, a traditional Korean house. Thin and thick lines of paint curve to create the home on the scanned yellowed paper, and also the person that stands in front of it, donning a hanbok.

Sakura begins to speak. “You see, back in the era of the Joseon dynasty, a woman created a home for insomniacs—people who found it difficult to sleep, and also troubled people. Her name was Yoo Jeongyeon, whose efforts and powers later helped found the Oneiric Theater.”

At the mention of the name, the scene switches to a more modern photograph of the woman. It shows a woman with short hair in a hanbok with a polite smile on her face.

“She had the power to draw out every bad dream, every bad thought that prevents the people under her care from having a peaceful slumber. Those who knew her described her as a thoughtful and kind woman who never let any person go to sleep with a heavy heart.”

Wow. The first person to have the powers Eunbi has seems to be a far better person than she. Though you have not known Eunbi for more than a week, you would confidently describe her as a greedy and selfish girl. She knows your every move and thought, even filling your mind with even more sick things.

Although the wet dream she gave you earlier wasn’t too bad.

“She seems like a nice person,” you say, “so how did the Theater end up with Eunbi?”

Sakura’s eyes narrow. “Ms. Kwon. And we’re getting there. Can’t you be patient?”

“Can’t your boss learn to—”

“Eyes on the screen, dumbass. Anyway, as I was saying, Yoo Jeongyeon was a kind-hearted person. However, the nightmares began to haunt her too.”

Now there are paintings. Several paintings made by Jeongyeon of horrible messy creatures with blotched red eyes and malformed bodies. Though the paintings are several hundreds of years old, they perfectly capture the fright the nightmares gave Jeongyeon. One of them is a painting of a distorted monster with the tinest pupils in its eyes.

Suddenly, the dark shadows of the theater seem to have something lurking in them. You feel a chill run down your spine just looking at the screen. “Was… was she okay?” you ask Sakura uncertainly.

She looks at you solemnly. For the first time, her eyes hold a soft gaze in them. “You see, when you dwell too much in a dream, it blends into reality. Jeongyeon suffered from the same nightmares her patients did. They were so real and vivid to her. Though she was still able to treat them, she couldn’t handle it anymore.

"She began to teach those she trusted to seek out these dreams and treat them, no matter how difficult. Her legacy lived on even when the Joseon Dynasty fell, though it wasn’t exactly a happy one.”

The people who lived out Yoo Jeongyeon’s legacy are shown in more modern photographs. Though the pictures were flashed very quickly, you can tell that none of them were smiling.

As the painted self-portraits become old polaroids and the polaroids become digital images, you notice that Eunbi’s are reoccuring. One of her in long dark hair and a collared pink dress; then another of her standing in the theater in a sleeveless turtleneck with her hands on her hips… the photos are almost endless.

What puts an end to her eternal photo stream is one of twelve girls, the only photo where a smile is present. Twelve bright grins, to be exact. Even Eunbi’s smile is genuine, and here, she actually looks happy.

“The owner before Ms. Kwon: Bae Joohyun, recognized how many industries, including the film industry, are built around dreams. Therefore, she learned to become a director and evolved the treating home into the Oneiric Theater it is today. Ms. Kwon followed in her lead. Eleven other girls—including myself—were taught Jeongyeon’s legacy too.”

Your eyes grow to the size of saucers. You glance at Sakura questioningly.

“You?”

You didn’t mean to sound doubtful. It’s just that the whole thing—the strange magic that is a hundred years old, the dreams, the nightmares—is so elaborate and confusing to you that you cannot believe that another person besides Eunbi possesses those powers.

Sakura doesn’t seem to be too bothered by your question though. “Yes. That’s exactly why Eunbi has been the owner of the Theater for years: Bae Joohyun didn’t like that twelve other people had oneiric power.”

“I can see why. It just seems to make people miserable.”

“But you wouldn’t haunt them with nightmares so intricate and terrifying that the one of the twelve is trapped in an eternal sleep riddled only with nightmares, right?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

A photo of a young lady clad in white appears on the screen. Her almond-shaped eyes curve along in happiness with her grin.

“Kim Minju, The Sleeping Beauty. Bae Joohyun wanted to keep the oneiric power for herself, and so she haunted Minju so greatly that she fell asleep. Then, she used her to manipulate Ms. Kwon into leaving the Theater for good. She refused to leave, and so did a few other girls who followed her lead.”

Now, Ms. Kwon seeks to wake Minju up, even if it’s been twelve years since she’s opened her eyes. And here… is where you come in.”

Sakura throws you a book. It almost hits you in the face, but you catch it just in time. The purple cover is shiny beneath your fingers, the words “ONEIRIC ALBUM” written in fancy letters. You open the book and see the polaroids from earlier, now taped and glued to the pages.

Swipe a few pages till you come to one photo of Kim Minju, sleeping atop a bed of white feathers made on a boat that floats on an ocean from nowhere.

“Ms. Kwon believes that you can help her save Minju, and plenty of others from Bae Joohyun.”

“Wait a minute, what do you mean me?”

Sakura pulls at a non-existent something behind your head and gestures to the screen, as if she is throwing whatever she took from your head at the wall.

Now th scene flashed on the wall is set in a hospital. A place you remember all too well.

Why?

That’s one of your memories playing.

Your heart sinks as you see yourself crying on the bed, a straitjacket holding you back from tearing at your hair. The moon shines bright enough for you to see your own tears, tears ignited by the thought of sleeping and being visited again by nightmares.

“If you think that you couldn’t handle your own nightmares, neither can the director. That’s why she’s training after all—and why she needs you.”

All the bad dreams that haunted you come back to you in that moment. And the thought of finally putting them to good use to help someone sounds really promising after nights of weeping.

Suddenly, Kwon Eunbi doesn’t seem to be that bad of a person to you. Despite her being… her, she was just trying everything in her power to help save a poor girl from a cruel woman. Maybe she isn’t so bad.

You really need to stop thinking with your crotch.

But you can’t help it. Driven by your mind greener than a garden, you turn to Sakura the flower with innocent eyes.

“What if… I don’t want to help her?” you ask her.

She sighs. You grin seeing her regret being so tough with you.

“Please. I know you want to help us, but apparently it will take a lot of convincing, huh?”

The hair on the back of your neck stands up straight. You suddenly notice Sakura’s fingers dancing on the curve of your arm, drawing a soft straight line downwards.

Exactly what you wanted. Your acting fit for the Oneiric Theater itself, you scoff haughtily and shake your head. “That’s not gonna work, Sakura,” you inform—or rather, misinform—the Japanese woman.

“Oh, it isn’t?”

“No—fuck.”

Clearly, you are not the Stanisvlaski that you thought you were. You break out of character the second a distraction a.k.a. Sakura’s palm circling your bulge through your pants arrives.

But you bet even he wouldn’t blame you for doing so. The sultry look in Sakura’s eyes and the steady circled patterns her palm makes can obliterate any man.

“What about now?” she asks sweetly.

“Maybe a little more of that and it’s a yes.”

“You’re so demanding. What if I were Eunbi unnie, huh? You would have folded so quickly.”

“Aww, is her little assistant jealous?”

Do you get deja vu…

Sakura flashes you an unbothered smile. “No, not at all. But you have been jealous after you heard me fucking her in her office. You heard how she was screaming, right? You must have been pretty upset knowing that she was screaming like that from just my fingers.”

You raise your eyebrows till they feel like they are going to fly off your face. “What? You two fuck each other?”

“Some people go both ways, asshole. And- oh wow.” Sakura’s eyes sparkle upon seeing your erect rod standing up straight as she get son her knees. “I guess I can see why she chose you, out of all guys with messed up heads.”

Is that a compliment? “You know, Sakura, that’s not very nice—fuck.”

You guess it is very nice: the suction of Sakura’s pink lips on the tip of your dick is soft, but deadly. Yabai. Her tongue teases head, circling its shape and flicking in between the slit leaking of precum while her lips rub themselves onto the fluid leaking from your tip as if it were lip balm. Your thighs squirm with heat  the pink-haired beauty ignites in you.

Your mind races, the pace of your thoughts contrasting Sakura’s slow sensual blowjob. You’re so fucking disgusting; how would you let a blowjob convince you to stay in this mess? Even if you could help someone out a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty Minju, Kwon Eunbi doesn’t deserve your help. Not after all she’s done to you.

But what her assistant is doing to you—keeping those large beautiful eyes on you while she daringly ascends a few more inches into her mouth—might as well make you give Eunbi the undeserved help. Sakura experiencedly lathers saliva all over your cock as her tongue does its magic of circling around it. Her throat is a heavenly tight paradise that welcomes you in whenever she lowers herself down, and offers you another heaven when she ascends: her wet mouth that lubricates your dick.

“Sakura…” you weakly say. Hands tightening around the arms of your seat, you try to drag the words out of your mouth. “This isn’t going to work.”

She chuckles. “They all say that.”

“‘They’?”

“Oh, you know"—Sakura pauses her blowjob to lick at your sensitive balls, suckling on them while her hand jacks you off—"ahh, the ones that made it out alive. And Eunbi on some occasions.”

“‘Made it out alive’? Sakura—”

“Ah! There you go! You’re perfectly lubricated enough for me now.”

Sakura pulls away to reveal her handiwork: your aching cock leaking desperately while being lathered from tip to base with her saliva. Her words cause you to imagine what the naked beauty lying beneath that buttoned black dress would look like, how good it would feel in your hands and on your penis. Even the dress refuses to hide those deadly curves.

But still! Are you really going to allow yourself to agree to the lust inside you that will drag you further into this mess? This… this confusing mess of magic and dreams and evil?

Then Sakura lifts her skirt to her waist. Between her thighs is a pink naked, dripping with arousal with an eye-catching innie.

Yes.

She turns around and straddles you before she sits down on you, easily taking in majority of your cock despite her tight walls. Maybe the blowjob really did help after all.

You can tell she’s trying to hide her moans, but the lull of her eyes to the back of her head and her parted mouth give her pleasure away. Your hands slide down the curves of her body before settling on her shapely hips, where you help Sakura lift herself up to resume.

Sakura begins to ride you steadily. With a few bounces of your thigh as a headstart and the grip on your shoulders as leverage, her gripps pussy walls massage the veins of your shaft deliciously. She releases a few heavy breaths here and there, but she never lets out a moan. She refuses to.

That is what you are planning to change. 

“This really isn’t working, how about we try this?”

Now a louder sound comes out of Sakura as you switch her position to being bent over the table the projector is set on. With this position, you easily control the thrusts—you can slam your hips as hard as you can if you’d like or keep it to a slow heated pleasure.

Let’s start off slow.

You’ve gotten a squeal of surprise out of her. Now you want to hear her moan.

“Ah!” she says loudly, propping herself up with her hands on the desk. “What are you doing—ah, fuck!”

Mission accomplished.

“An eye for an eye, Sakura,” you reply with a new sense of confidence. You start to pound her faster. “I fuck you as much as I like on this desk, and I’ll help you and Eunbi out.”

“That’s exactly what I was offering to you. And it’s Miss… Kwon!” Sakura’s arms tremble as they struggle to support herself, her walls contracting around you. “Or were you too much of an airhead to figure that out?”

The table start to move too with the way your hips slam Sakura’s into it. “Careful, Sakura. Wouldn’t want me to back out of the deal.”

She definitely wouldn’t, not with the way your cock is stretching her walls apart. But you wouldn’t want to back out either; that cute ass getting slapped by your own hips and the high-pitched moans that eventually leak out of her trap you into her.

What were once soft sighs become yelps of your name. What were yelps of your name escalate to full-on cries. Sakura spasms around you, and she pushes her ass further to invite you deeper inside her.

And accept the invitation you will. Her alluring eyes staring back at you, she cries out as you plunge yourself further inside her. There your shaft nudges against a rougher part of her pussy. When you thrust at its direction, she moans out lewdly, wetness gushing out of her tight hole. Make it your objective to reach it as you slide out of her slick pussy.

“Agh, fuck, right there!” Sakura’s lower body bucks needily into your hand as your fingers find her clit. She rolls her hips into your hand, enjoying the pleasurable feeling of the heat pulsing in her clit and your cock pistoning inside her.

Clarity seems to be arriving too early as you ask yourself if you should slow down, not to prevent your own high but to avoid giving Sakura what she wants. You want to see the cold facade she puts up absolutely break into pieces; you want her to beg for your cock, beg you to break her. You can’t be pleasuring her after all she’s done.

But with the way she’s throwing her head back and crying out, the thoughts of denial are easily washed away. What replaces it is sheer lust, driven by Sakura seeking solace and her high from your fingers hastily rubbing her slick folds and clit, and your dick that satisfyingly drags itself in and out of her.

Pump into her a few more times, then turn her around. The look of surprise on her pretty face makes you smirk, and the alarm it showcases when you rip apart the buttoned fabric of her dress boosts your ego.

“Ahh! Hmph… hngh…”

Now your thrusts become sharper and quicker. Your tip rubs her sensitive spots and makes her wrap her lithe legs around your waist. You pepper her chest, which bounces beneath your lips from the force of your thrusts with eager kisses.

“Faster,” Sakura commands breathlessly, hugging your head to her chest.

You smile smugly at how passive she sounds right now, compared to her sharp voice speaking out complaints and commands. “You seem to forget that this isn’t exactly in your favor, Sakura.”

“Fucking prick. Faster, I said.” The bratty whine that comes out of her is so strange to hear from her, but you welcome it anyway. “Come on, I told you to—haaah!”

Her complaints come to an end when you give her what she wants. You impale Sakura faster, heaving every bit of might in your body to fuck Eunbi’s assistant harshly.

But soon Sakura begins to tremble violently. Her mouth falls open as the electric feeling shoots through her body, causing her to yell out a final curse as your thrusts start to slow down.

“Holy fuck, that was…”

“We’re not done yet,” you say strictly. “On your knees, Ms. Miyawaki.”

A panting Sakura looks up at you. “What? But…” Sherolls her eyes. “Oh, fine, I suppose we’re not. But make me a promise.”

“And what is that?”

“Promise me—after all this—you actually help us. If you fail to do it, I’ll haunt your dreams so bad that those nightmares at the ward seem daydreams.”

That’s it. That seals the deal for you. Nothing could absolutely come close to the nightmares you had at the ward. You’ve pushed that memory so far back into the corner of your mind that remembering it feels like being slapped in the face over and over.

But to hear Sakura say that infuriates you. How dare she threaten you about that? How-fucking-dare-she after everything the Oneiric Theater has put you through?

You look down on the Japanese woman on her knees and grin despite your irritation. Oh right, she has to hold her part of the deal.

Grab the locks of pink hair and yank backwards. Never allowing her to have a break from her orgasm and quickly makimg her pleasure you instead, you fuck her mouth with newfound fury.

Sakura gags as your dick enters her throat over and over. The feeling of her throat tightening around your dick is heavenly, and you, a proud sinner, seeks more of it.

“Fine, I promise,” you say in between groans. You stare down into Sakura’s large eyes brimming with tears while you piston in and out of her mouth as if she were nothing more than a fleshlight you wasted money on, a sex doll you spent a fortune on. “But you know what, Sakura?”

It’s a question to infuriate her. A question to make her realize that now you have the upper hand, although your control lasts only in sex.

And also for her lips trying to speak to amplify the pleasure rushing through your veins.

She chokes out a garbled “Wharth?”, and after she does, you smile madly.

“You guys are starting to piss me off really bad.”

Sakura glares at you, but right now you can see through her like she can to you. You can see that despite her choking and gagging on your rapidly thrusting cock, she actually enjoys it. The hints that lead to it are her subtle smile and her opening her mouth wider.

That makes you angrier. How can she still have the upper hand although she’s literally on her knees?

Full with hatred, you fuck every bad thought that passes in your mind into Sakura’s mouth. You make her choke on it, make her go into coughing fits she can’t recover from because you do not let up on furiously fucking her face. You watch in sadistic joy as the saliva rolls down her neck, where you can see the perfect imprint of your dick penetrating her throat.

And most of all, you watch her pretty angelic face—such a large contrast from her attitude towards you—succumb to the obvious pleasure from being degraded and used for a deal.

The knot in your tummy grows tighter. You thrust into Sakura’s mouth till your climax arrives. It paints her lips white and adds to the saliva spilling from her orifice.

Sakura tries to swallow much of it, but the choking causes her to stick her tongue out. More of your semen drips out and onto the floor, puddling onto the carpet.

Miyawaki Sakura, assistant of Kwon Eunbi, kneeling on the floor with her tongue out and drooling your cum and saliva from being roughly facefucked seems like a fanboy’s wet dream. But for you, it is a fantasy come true.

Then the clarity hits you.

This is real. The whole movie thing, the dreams, the Theater—all of that is real, and there is no escaping it. By promising to Sakura and fucking her as part of the deal, you’ve just locked yourself into a room and swallowed the key.

What have you done?

“It’s a deal.”

Sakura’s voice brings you back to earth. You look down at her and see her smiling widely despite what just happened, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“It’s a deal, boy toy. And I look forward to making more negotiations with you.”

---

Midnight Moans

Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut

“Please. Just let me put it in my mouth… just once. I promise I will—I will—”

“You and your promises, Eunbi. You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”

Tears run down Eunbi’s face as she squeezes her eyes shut, her head bowing while her pretty lithe fingers grip your thighs tightly. They send a delicious sharp pain up your body.

She draws in a sharp inhale and looks up at you again with teary eyes. “Please. You can do anything you want to me, just let me have it.”

She whimpers as you capture her chin in between your fingers, harshly lifting her chin to study her teary face.

She really is so beautiful. You have never seen a prettier girl. Her face looks like it was sculpted by the gods themselves: a sharp jawline that you carefully run a thumb over, pink pouty lips which exhale soft shuddering sobs, and long black hair that drapes over her shoulders and sticks to her wet face.

So pretty.

You lean down to tug on Eunbi’s irresistable bottom lip lightly with your teeth, sucking it roughly before sparing a soft lick across it. She yelps quietly, gasping against your lips as her own swollen ones stretch themselves into a pout.

You kiss her for long blissful seconds. Eunbi’s lips are intoxicating, yet you keep going for more. You give her an open-mouthed kiss before letting your tongue explore her mouth fully, not allowing a single inch of it untouched. All the while, the tent in your pants only grows tighter, and Eunbi’s whimpers get louder as her hand trails back down to her center and rubs her clit fervently.

You release her lips briefly. “Anything?” you ask, raising your eyebrows. You just have to clarify; she surely wouldn’t want to regret saying that, would she?

She nods quickly. “Anything.” She carefully touches your dick, wrapping her little hand around it. She slowly jacks it off, looking at it almost cross-eyed, as if she hopes what she’s doing is right. “Just please.”

You resist the urge to throw your head back. Oh yeah, she’s doing it right. Her warm hand grips your cock and her thumb rests on the head, running across the slit.

You give in.

You nod, too pleasured to even speak.

The look on her face is almost adorable when she learns you’ve agreed. “Thank you,” she gasps. She almost cries out of relief. Wrap her pink lips around the tip and suck it harshly. “Thank you. I promise I’ll be good.” Garbled words come out as her mouth is stuffed with cock.

You somehow want to bundle her in a blanket and kiss her and tell her she’s the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. You feel a little bad for making her beg; after all, she is still your princess. But you forget about everything once she looks up at you with her big desperate eyes, slowly bobbing her head up and down.

You sigh loudly. Eunbi is really good at this. Her mouth is incredibly warm. She tries to take it all in one go, but ends up gagging, more tears sliding down her cheeks. She cries a little in frustration. She tries again, slowly this time, attempting to fill her poor mouth of more.

She succeeds. But only because you take matters in your own hands.

You fuck her mouth at an alarmingly fast rate, fist curling her dark hair into a ponytail. Her muffled whimpers vibrate pleasurably against your balls. Her throat is heavenly tight and her pink tongue swirls around your dick as she messily sucks on it.

“Fuck, Eunbi.” You love her so much.

She moans, then desperately goes up for air. A string of drool connects her lower lip to your dick. It is blown off by her heavy pants. Her full round breasts heave up and down, restricted by the white dress.

You think she is going to tell you it’s too much. You wouldn’t blame her if she did; in just a span of a few minutes, her curled hair is messy, and face wet from tears and saliva.

She looks like a slut. Used and edged till she breaks like a porcelain doll. Quivering lips releasing tired breaths.

Did you break her?

When she finally regains the ability to speak, her words are quite the opposite of your concerns.

“Don’t be gentle. Use me. Use me however you like till I can’t do anything but be hungry for your cock.”

Oh, you definitely will.

“Ah, ah! Oh, please!”

No mercy or regret is left in your body. Eunbi cries softly as you piston your dick into her lips mercilessly. You are not allowing a millisecond to go by that isn’t a thrust to her face. She tries her best to stuff her cheeks with all of you, saliva and tears mixing as they trail down your erection.

“Hah, shit,” you groan. This is definitely one of the best facefucks you’ve done.

The gulping and gagging sounds Eunbi makes, and the soft whimpering sobs she lets out drive you crazy. She grabs your dick and slides her tongue around the slit of the mushroom head while she jacks off the rest of the length.

You fuck her fist as if it were a fleshlight. She moans as she feels the thrusts in her hand. But she puts it away, placing it on your thigh instead for leverage.

Exhaustedly placing her lips around your length for the last time, she brings her mouth down, till her lips touch the hairs of your pubic patch, and takes it all in at last despite her gags.

Holy shit.

You finally crack. Seeing Eunbi deepthroat your and hearing the gulping noises from her are just enough to make you blow. You twist her hair tightly and fuck her mouth, ropes of white creamy cum shoot from your cock.

“Hngh! Mmph!”

White drips from Eunbi’s mouth. You could see how she tries to not let anything go to waste, hurriedly swallowing your load even if they spill down her mouth. Meanwhile, you throw your head back as the last of the hot, searing euphoria runs through your veins.

“Hnghh.” She whines frustratedly, withdrawing her mouth from your dick once you’ve blown your load completely.

Her cheeks are full with cum. She looks up at you fearfully, seeing your stern eyes monitor every move, and quickly stutters out pathetic apologies in between breaths.

“Oh—oh, I’m so sorry! I, I couldn’t take all of it—”

You lean down and firmly trap her wet chin in your hand once again. Your dark shadow looms over her face in the dim light of the studio.

“Swallow it.”

Obedient as ever, she gives you a quick, quivering nod. She carefully opens her mouth, showing the pooling white cum you’ve just released, and gulps it down with difficulty.

She gasps after she does; the rough session has taken a toll on her. If you look closely, you could see her squirt on her fingers after the last shove she does into her center.

A scream echoes in the room.

You watch her cum on her fingers, mouth open in a silent moan. Under the ruined dress, you see her carefully remove her fingers from her wet hole.

She’s a screamer.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you,” Eunbi whispers quietly. She rests her head against your knee. Her tired eyes close, and one last tear slides down her cheek. “Thank you.”

Crybaby

Kim Chaewon X M!Reader Angst & Smut

Warnings: toxic relationship, mentioned dacryphilia, rough hate sex, dub-con, rushed editing

A/N: Hello, anon! I’m glad you liked my first work! I hope you like this too :) Fun fact: This was meant to be an Eunbi piece, but I figured this could go well with Chaewon too.

It has been several days of giving Chaewon the cold shoulder. Several long, dark days, that pass by like turtles. A second feels like a minute, and a minute feels like an hour. An hour for is a whole day.

At least, for Chaewon it is.

You know it hurts her. And you have to admit to yourself that maybe that’s why you enjoy doing it so much.

What kind of partner are you?

It’s difficult to accept that maybe seeing her eyes well up in tears and her lips stretch into a quivering pout are what drive you to hurt her. Maybe you enjoy seeing her eyes get red and sore. Maybe you like her getting so upset she begins to sob like a child denied a toy and run to Minju for comfort.

It just brings a forbidden swell of pride in your heart (was it pride? Or sadness? You had no idea either) to watch her weakly stutter back a pathetic insult then her pale cheeks get red with embarrassment, and dumbed down into a mess of tears and whimpers on the carpeted floor.

You shake your head, placing both hands on the sides of it. Why are you like this? you ask yourself. She’s your girlfriend! Why would you want to see such a pretty and sweet girl cry because of you? Were you some kind of psycho or something?

You think of how sweet she is. Chaewon used to be a cold and reserved girl who never attempted to smile, but because of you she found meaning to it. She became affectionate, making you breakfast when she could and allowing you to playfully boop the tip of her cute nose.

Where did you go wrong?

You can’t even remember when it all changed. Maybe it was the time that—

You hear the door of your apartment creak.

You break away from your trance, looking up at the door. There, you see Chaewon with red eyes, silent as ever. You could tell she’s been crying. Her arms clutch the heavy red backpack to her chest.

You know what she was trying to do. And you know why she returned:

You.

You always know, no matter how big of a fight emerges between you two, she will always come crawling back. That’s the power you have over her.

Chaewon’s head is low. The mass of black hair dangles on the sides of her face.

“I’m sorry.”

You love it. You love when her mind automatically places all your mistakes on her own back. You love how she always tries to excuse how much you love hurting her, and how at the end you always come out as the poor boy Kim Chaewon abuses.

You decide to hold one of your little sessions again. You know how it starts, and she does too. But only one of you is in control.

You press play.

“You fucking crybaby.”

Chaewon is sensitive, both physically and emotionally. Tears brim at the bottom of her eyes. One slips down her face and onto her neck.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” you contradict her as you rise from the sofa, crossing your arms. “You cry so easily, and I don’t even tell you anything that’s not true.”

“You called me a fat whore, for God’s sake!”

Ah yes, you remember that. You could recall the both of you arguing over a thing as little as who would bring Wonyoung her birthday present. She was sitting on the other end of the sofa, voice raised and pointing aggressively at you while you argued back just as loudly.

Your mind could accurately remember how it went from “I can’t get her the fucking present, Chaewon, I’m busy” to “You’re always busy, but you never are when Eunbi unnie asks something from you!” and end in “Well, at least Eunbi isn’t a fat whore!”

Remembering that makes you smile cruelly at her. You always enjoy this.

“Am I not wrong?”

Chaewon slaps her hand to her mouth.

You’ve just crossed the red line she’s been trying to maintain ever since she cried in front of you for the first time.

You both glare at each other for long, delicious seconds. Invisible daggers dig holes into Chaewon’s eyes. You could tell her mind is doing cartwheels trying to dream up a proper excuse for what you just said.

None come up.

“Alright that’s it!”

Chaewon drops her backpack on the floor and rushes at you. Unable to process everything to move away, she ends up pushing you into the sofa, lips harshly locking with yours. She straddles you and rips your buttoned shirt apart.

You are still not able to register everything in your mind. Everything is hurried and blurred. All you could understand is Chaewon messily making out with you, her hand holding your cheek in place, and her hips dry humping your hidden bulge.

Chaewon pulls away briefly. Her cheeks are still wet from tears but her hands say anything but sadness. One slaps you across the face.

“Ow!”

“You undeserving bastard. Minju always told me you were trouble. I should have listened to her.”

“Chaewon, you’re a fucking—”

She laughs loudly before you could finish your sentence. “‘A fucking’ what? Slut? Bitch? Or I don’t know, crybaby? Call me anything you like. We’ll see who’s the crybaby here.”

You are stunned. Chaewon has rarely stood up for herself whenever the two of you fought. She would always apologize in the end for what you’ve done to her, and still love you all the same.

But now?

Chaewon spits in your face. She adjusts herself on your lap so she could fumble with the zipper of your pants. She shoves her hand in and pulls out your hardening dick.

Without caring if it is pleasurable for you or not, her hand jacks you off in a quick mindless pace. She grins when she hears you shamelessly let out a moan. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asks, though she already knows the answer. “Come on. You know you are.”

You groan loudly. “I am.”

“You’re such a bad boy. Just for that, I’ll hit you.”

And she does. She raises her hand high and slaps your cheek. You shout; the sting is enough to form a red handprint.

Chaewon stops her hurried handjob and suddenly sits on your cock. You gasp loudly at how tight she is. You wonder how she never had any panties on ever since she walked back in.

Chaewon rides you at an unexplainable speed. Her hands grip your broad shoulders for leverage. Each return of your shaft inside her heavenly wet hole brings you faster to orgasm. Her arousal wets your length over and over as each bounce shoves your tip against her cervix.

Not stopping at all, she removes the white shirt she is wearing over her head. A second pleasant surprise that follows her lack of panties is her lack of a bra too. Her small breasts bounce up and down. She squeezes it in her hand, eliciting a gaspy moan from her throat that makes you even harder if that were possible.

“Suck on my tits,” she orders.

She does not wait for you to do so. Chaewon shoves a brown nipple into your mouth. You obediently suck it as if you were a hungry infant.

You could feel it coming already. “Fuck, Chaewon,” you exclaim, eyes squeezing shut. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it,” she snarls. Her eyes almost roll at the back of her head as she quickens her riding. “I’m going to wring out every drop of cum from you till you can’t even blow anymore.”

You start to shove you own hips up into her. The way her tight little pussy clenches onto your dick every two seconds and massages it in between her velvety walls, along with her tight naked body fully exposed to you are the ingredients to your intense orgasm.

You let out a shout as you cum inside her, your dick being squeezed so unbelievably tight so Chaewon could milk you of every drop.

She doesn’t stop. She keeps riding you. But you are too sensitive for even a second round.

“Please, Chaewon,” you plead. Your body spasms and shakes violently. “It’s too sensitive.”

“You said you were gonna cum, didn’t you? Let’s make sure you don’t stop.”

She’s won. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as Chaewon fucks her tight wet pussy onto you. Every single nerve is stimulated, and it’s becoming too much.

Tears come spilling down your face like a waterfall. You have never experienced this rough kind of sex, but you understand why you are now. Chaewon is fucking every apology she’s made and every mistake you’ve done onto you. Each manipulation and insult is returned in the form of harsh fucking. Right now, to her you are just a toy. Nothing else but a toy to play with and discard of when done.

Chaewon laughs pridefully. She knows she’s won. This is probably the proudest she’s been of herself in the long time, you think.

“Aw, are you gonna cry?” she asks, faking a mockful pout. “Maybe it’s because you’re so fucking pathetic. Using a girl so you could jack off in the bedroom at night watching her cry.” She laughs again at your stunned look. “That’s right, dickhead. I know what you’re doing.”

You unexpectedly cum again. Semen spurts from your dick and into her womb. But that doesn’t make her stop either.

Your thighs begin to shake. Your nails dig into Chaewon’s thin hips and your toes curl tightly.

Chaewon finally cums onto you. Her fluids mix with your own cum, a sick pool of arousal and orgasm. But she doesn’t scream or moan; she’s too focused on making you cry to even let you know your dick feels good.

You sob. You want her to stop, but at same time you never want to pull out. Your nails draw blood from her skin. You’ve lost count of the orgasms you’ve had. “Please, Chaewon, I’m sorry!”

“You know what? I’m sorry too, but not for you; for myself.”

She starts riding you again. You cry exhaustedly, sensitive dick spewing out loads of cum again. You give Chaewon a pleading look but to no avail.

“You know what else Minju told me? She told me to do this.”

Has Chaewon been holding that little kitchen knife this whole time? You wouldn’t know.

Fair Share

Kwon Eunbi x Kang Hyewon & M!Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, rushed editing

A/N: This was difficult to write, not because of the substance, but because Tumblr deleted the draft twice and I had to rewrite the whole thing from scratch. It lost some of the funny parts, but I was determined to post it because I feel it is good. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

You and Hyewon have been best friends for as long as you’ve remembered. Probably since third or fifth grade? Whenever you became friends, it didn’t matter. You both loved each other as friends do. You are probably one of the only friends she has who have stuck with her till she joined Produce 48 and became an idol.

Yeah. Friends. Just friends.

No, seriously. This is one of the little friendships thay never go any further than that, and both of you like it that way. People who would look at you would assume you were a couple, and you’d kindly correct them, saying you are just friends. They’d look unsure after that, but truly, you and Hyewon are only friends because both of you have a crush on the same person:

Kwon Eunbi.

That’s right: Kwon Eunbi. Anyone would fall for her, really; who wouldn’t love a sweet girl who is also pretty? Hyewon has had a crush on her since Produce, and you developed your own feelings for her after seeing a few of her fancams.

Those fancams.

You and Hyewon are mature enough not to fight over her. Why would a little crush break your friendship? The two of you actually bonded by thirsting over her in the dressing room, when the girls would have their outfits and hair prepped up by the stylists.

Right now, you and Hyewon are bonding again. The two of you stare hungrily at Eunbi, who is the last one to have herself styled for the performance stage. The other ten girls have already gone onto the stage for a short rehearsal, but Hyewon has stayed back just for this.

Drool almost drips out from Hyewon’s open mouth. “She’s so fucking pretty.”

“I know,” you respond, equally stunned by the leader. “You know, I’m quite jealous of those little shorts. I kind of wanna—”

Hyewon slaps you across the face playfully. You groan, clutching your jaw in mock pain.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You’re so thirsty for her.”

“As if you aren’t?”

Hyewon huffs the strands of hair hanging down her forehead in the air. “Touche,” she says. “But my point still stands.”

“I’m actually very jealous of you too, you know.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Well,” you begin, “for starters, you two are very close. Closer than she’ll ever be to me. And she likes you best.”

What you are saying is actually true, and not just a delusional figment of your mind made out of jealousy. Hyewon has always been there for Eunbi. Eunbi likes her best because she doesn’t put the burden of being a leader onto her shoulders, and lets her even be as childish as Yujin around her. With Hyewon, she has nothing to worry about.

You would never let your friendship with Hyewon be ruined by just a crush, but sometimes—all the time—you long for Eunbi to be as herself as she liked around you too. You aren’t going to judge her or anything.

“Oh, I know.” Hyewon flips her hair in your face, putting a hand on her hip.

“Lucky,” you mutter. You gaze longingly at Eunbi’s pale, strong thighs. “You’re the one whose head is most likely to be crushed by those damn—”

“Hyewonie!”

Great. Here comes Captain Bunny who always seems to only hang out with Hyewon. You watch her leap into Hyewon’s lap, cheerfully embracing her and giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Watching them, you wonder if Eunbi might have been faking being oblivious to your feelings for her just to make you jealous. If she is, she is doing a pretty good job.

“Hyewonie! You look pretty today!”

Hyewon sticks her tongue out at you surreptitiously. She faces Eunbi again and greets her with her usual small Hyewon smile. “You do too, princess.”

The moment Eunbi turns her back to you, you mock throwing up just to annoy Hyewon, clutching your throat and pretending to retch on the black sofa. Eunbi would have noticed if she weren’t so engaged in a conversation with Hyewon, which somehow makes you sadder.

“And oppa?” Eunbi turns back to you.

You immediately stop your ‘retching’ and flash Eunbi your finest smile. “Yes?”

“You’ll be there to watch us, right? On the stage?” she asks expectantly.

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

A light happy conversation births between you and Eunbi. You are glad to see her smile and giggle cutely when you slip a dumb joke in between sentences, and feel her laugh against your chest when she laughs too much and has to lean into your chest to calm down.

It would have gone on if it weren’t for Hyewon bringing her hand to caress Eunbi’s sharp jawline. It distracts Eunbi, who cuts your conversation short to squirm under Hyewon’s tickling fingers.

Talk about foreshadowing!

Great. Just great. Everyone give Kang Hyewon a round of applause and an Emmy for stealing Eunbi’s attention from you—again.

Way to go, self! you think sarcastically. Way to go for letting your best friend get the girl from you again!

“Eunbi?” Hyewon begins after she stops tickling her.

“Hm?”

“Who do you like more, him or me?”

Wait, now what the fuck?

What is Hyewon thinking? Is she trying to ruin your friendships with Eunbi? Or sabotage any chance of engaging in a normal conversation with her?

You surreptitiously mouth a frustrated “Are you out of your fucking mind” to Hyewon, who responds with a nonchalant eyeroll.

What’s the worst that could happen?

“Um…!”

“Choose wisely.”

Eunbi smiles at the two of you. “Why would I even choose? You can both have me!”

+

Cue to Hyewon quickly locking the door, and you pinning Eunbi against it. She suppresses a muffled scream, shyly looking around to avoid eye contact.

When she tries to make eye contact though, it only lasts for five seconds. She shifts in her place at the door. “What are you going to do to me?” she asks nervously.

You take it that Eunbi is a visual learner. Your answer, therefore, comes in the form of you gathering her trembling hands in one of your and pinning them above her head. She squeals in both excitement and fear.

You crash your lips against hers. Eunbi’s lips are soft—so soft you couldn’t actually believe heaven could be found in just a pair of plump pink lips. She moans softly. Though she’s a little overwhelmed by what’s happening, she attempts to kiss back just as enthusiastically.

Hyewon pushes you off of her. “My turn.”

“But I barely even—”

“Suck.”

You’re left stunned as Hyewon inserts her thumb in between Eunbi’s lips. Eunbi, obedient as ever, follows what she orders, sucking on the offered thumb like a toddler.

You’re convinced Hyewon is evil. How does a twenty-year-old bisexual girl with little dating history know how to work up a girl more than you do? You watch as Hyewon presses on the flat of Eunbi’s tongue so that she gags and opens her mouth wider, letting saliva drip from the corners of her mouth.

Holy fuck.

You’ve got to take pointers from her, seriously.

She turns to you with a confident smile, her thumb still being sucked and gagged on by Eunbi.

“Fuck this slut till she can’t stand.”

+

All this feels like a lucid dream.

But that is all you needed to hear for you to scoop Eunbi up. She immediately buries her face in your neck and tangle her smooth pale legs around your waist.

Your heart is so soft for her. Your love for her is divided between wanting to tell her you love her every five seconds and wanting to fuck her till she can’t come anymore.

Hyewon pushes all the makeup brushes, palettes, and bags on the dressing table aside, not caring if they loudly fall off the edge and onto the floor. She climbs onto the surface and leans against the mirror, then pats her hand on her lap.

You place Eunbi on Hyewon’s lap as requested. Hyewon immediately traps the poor girl with a strong arm, and uses the other to help tug off the tight black shorts that hug Eunbi’s plump ass.

Hyewon kisses the leader’s blonde hair, minty breath hot against her ear. “You’re nervous, aren’t you, baby?”

Eunbi nods truthfully. She snuggles up further against your best friend, shaking when you completely tug the black shorts off her legs. She is left with thin white panties, the center of it obviously damp with arousal.

“Don’t be,” Hyewon cooes in a singsong voice. Her soothing voice is quite the opposite of the evil smile she’s wearing. Her hand slowly slips beneath the underwear. “You’re gonna be just fine.”

A scream pierces the air.

Eunbi’s hips buck into the air messily as Hyewon gently rubs tight circles on the wet clit with just her fingertip. You pray to God the walls are soundproof because this girl is definitely a screamer.

Maybe a squirter too? You’re willing to bet on it.

The sight of Eunbi squirming and moaning under just a touch of Hyewon’s fingers makes the blood rush to your dick. You quickly unzip your jeans and let them fall around your feet on the floor. Freeing your erection, you tug the white panties to the side and—without any warning, finally shove your dick into her.

“Agh—ahh!”

Once you feel Eunbi’s warm velvety walls clench your dick, you know very well which place you would cum on later.

You immediately settle for a quick, rough pace. Not allowing Eunbi to accomodate to your size, you fuck her as if it is the last time you will ever see her, the last time you live on this earth, the last time you’ll ever feel this kind of tightness massage your walls.

Hyewon drags the hem of the white royal-themed blouse upwards, revealing Eunbi’s large tits held back by a white lacy bra. “Oh, I knew these were huge. You’ve got quite the assets, princess.”

You’d expect Eunbi to be sensitive when just a few minutes of massaging her clitoris has her riled up like this. But you discover, as Hyewon gropes one breast in her hand, that if her clit is sensitive (supposedly the most sensitive one), her breasts are even more so.

“Oh, I’m gonna—ahh, Hyewonie!”

With just one knead, Eunbi sobs loudly and squirts all over your length. And it doesn’t stop; each jackhammering thrust earns a cry of your name or Hyewon’s.

You win the bet.

“Holy shit.”

Tears run down Eunbi’s face, but she doesn’t tell either of you to stop. If anything, the tightening of her legs around your waist and her hand pulling Hyewon’s face in for a kiss beg you otherwise.

Alright then.

Eunbi sobs against Hyewon’s lips as you don’t let up your thrusting. Her body is too sensitive to even caress; when Hyewon tries to, her palm meets goosebumps on quivering skin.

She bites softly on the girl’s earlobe.

“Does it feel good, unnie?”

“Y-Yes!” Eunbi’s eyes seal shut. “So good. P-Please don’t stop. Please, please—”

You drill harder into her pussy. You are rewarded with another round of squirting and shaky incomprehensible strings of words from Eunbi.

Gasps and moans echo in the room, accompanied with the sound of skin slapping against skin and pleads for more—and less. You’re sure not even soundproof walls could handle how loud Eunbi is. Her cries and sobs make your dick throb with need.

You could feel your orgasm arriving. You try to decide if you should go with cumming inside her as you’ve always wanted to, or on her stomach for the lewd view of your load messing her outfit.

Second choices are always the best.

You pull out. Your hand quickly comes to replace Eunbi’s core on your dick. Although it isn’t the same, you know you’d enjoy the view.

You finally explode.

Cum shoots from your dick and onto Eunbi’s torso. Some go onto her blouse, and a little on her pretty face.

You’ve definitely chosen the right option.

What makes up for not cumming inside her is the view of Eunbi stained with semen from her stomach to her face, gasping exhaustedly in Hyewon’s arms.

She is certainly not going to be able to join the other members in the stage, that’s for sure.

“Fair share?” you ask Hyewon.

“Definitely.”

Boyfriend of the Year

Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut (ft. Choi Yena)

Warnings: Cheating, rushed editing

A/N: Hope this is what you’re looking for. Thank you for the kind words too :)

“You do know that it’s okay if you want to go take that interview someday else, right? You don’t have to rush things.”

Sweet, sweet Yena. She has always been so thoughtful. You will never know how you ended up with such a sweet pretty girl who deserves so much more.

You wonder how she bears with you sometimes.

You smile up at her before taking her small hand in yours and kissing the smooth palm. “I’ll be fine, Yena. It’s time to take that interview. I really feel like that it’s the one.”

“You’ve got the degree for it,” she says cheerfully. “They like it when you got a degree in hospitality for managers.”

“Yeah, I know. But what if I don’t have like … the skill for it? You know what I mean?”

Yena cups your face and squeezes your cheeks. “And that’s why you can take the interview another day if you’re not confident yet!” she singsongs.

A healthy smothering of kisses goes your way. Her ducky lips keep meeting your face, every inch kissed and kissed and kissed.

You giggle. You have always felt loved by Yena since she is so open about it. She loves kissing and hugging you till your face is stained with her pink lipstick, and she also enjoys the small little moments when you two would take your love into the bedroom.

You smile just thinking about it. Yena has the most perfect body: cute tits that look small yet protrude against your face when freed from the bras, and a slim healthy figure that she is very proud of. Now, combine that with a sweet and loving girl and you get Choi Yena as the answer.

She leans down to kiss your nose. “Also, if it doesn’t work out,” she offers, “I have another guy who’s willing to accept you immediately, remember?”

You chuckle at your girlfriend’s cartoonish antics. You lean up to reciprocate the kiss, then pinch one of her plump cheeks.

“I just want a challenge,” you explain. “I can’t just keep living life easy. It isn’t like that.”

You don’t want to get something you haven’t worked for; you want to finally achieve something difficult to get for once. Not everything is going to be given to you with gold spoons and forks; you have to actually work hard for this.

So far, you’ve tried to get three different jobs and you failed. You’re not angry; you knew what you were getting into and are willing to improve. But you are a little frustrated.

Frustration is what’s going to drive you to get this job. You swear all your troubles will end with this.

“Well, alright. But just so you know, if it doesn’t work out, you can always tell me. We’ll work it out together, okay?”

Do you even deserve Yena?

You pull her into your lap and wrap your arms around her small figure. You are not good with words; you’ve never been, so you try to speak through this tender embrace.

You hope that, despite not saying anything, Yena knows you love her just as much she loves you—probably even more—and that you would never leave her. Ever.

+

You’re totally convinced you would ace this interview.

Reasons? Alright, you’ll lay them out one by one.

First off, you’ve already consulted your friends about this. You have thought about their opinions and kept their advice in mind. In fact, it was your friend Irene who told you about this vacant space at the Kwon Hotel.

“It’s a very popular luxury hotel,” she had told you. “I’m serious. Big names like Mariah Carey and Beyoncé choose to stay there when they have concerts here in Korea. It’s that good.”

That’s where the second reason goes in: it’s a luxury hotel. You’ve worked in those before, and have gotten paid very well. Another one wouldn’t hurt. And if Beyoncé would choose it, it would surely be the best.

Three: you have weighed the pros and cons. You have listed them all down and thought extensively about them.

One of the cons is that the Kwon Hotel is a little far from your apartment with Yena. Yena wouldn’t like that, but she would also be very supportive of you. She knows how much you’ve wanted to pursue something that isn’t given to you just because of connections and money.

The pros outweigh the cons. There are just so many of them: good wages, a free suite once you’ve proven your worth around in there, and free food. Who wouldn’t want that? That’s the dream for anyone.

And you intend to bring that dream to life.

After the taxi drives you the 2-hour ride to the Kwon Hotel, you pay the driver and open the door to step out.

Oh, boy. You would’ve fallen back into incoming traffic if you did not hold yourself back.

You’ve seen the pictures of the hotel in the e-mail they sent you, but the camera fails to capture how beautiful the hotel really is to the human eye.

Your jaw drops to the floor. The hotel is twenty to fifty stories tall, higher than the buildings surrounding you in this urban city. The walls are a creamy white color, and trees stand on the sidewalk that lead to the front steps. On the highest floor, there is a beautiful rooftop dinery that the sun is bright upon, and old rich men in designer suits and young women in luxurious clothes scurry all about the hallways.

Holy fuck, you say to yourself. You better ace this interview.

You feel a little small in your basic black suit and tie, but you tell yourself that if you do this right, you might be able to take Yena here.

You enter the building. Once you get in, you see how the inside interior is even more beautiful than the outside. The marble floor is smooth against your leather shoes, and cold air-conditioning makes the hairs on yout neck stand.

You walk to the counter. Behind it is a young man in formal uniform who greets you politely and asks you if you’d like to book a room. He introduces you to the extremely high prices that make your eyes wider with every price.

“U-Uh, no, I’m not here to book a room,” you clarify. Thankfully, you add in the back of your mind. “I’m actually here for my interview.”

“Great. Ms. Kwon is waiting for you.”

“Wait, you’re not the one who’s gonna … you know, interview me?”

The man shakes his head. “No. Ms. Kwon likes to do the interviews herself. She is waiting for you at the rooftop.”

A sudden chill of fear attacks your spine. No one has prepared you for the idea of meeting up with the CEO her-fucking-self.

No no no no no no. This is not going to go well. You—a mere little boy looking for a job—being interviewed by the Ms. Kwon? You’re going to fail!

But you remember you have asked for this. You wanted a difficult thing to accomplish, and now it is given to you. Why are you even complaining.

Throat tight, you nod stiffly. “Please lead the way.”

+

You try to relate yourself to the elevator; it is going through a lot of ups and downs at the moment.

You try to chuckle at your own joke, but you are too nervous to. Fear rushes through your veins at just the thought of being judged and weighed by such an established figure.

Everyone knows Kwon Eunbi. She’s known for her hotel (of course), and the many successful establishments she’s built at just the tender age of 26. She built the school near your home for richer kids. She has a restaurant in this hotel and a mansion in Beverly Hills.

And you? You’re a wimp in an overpriced broken-down apartment.

Seriously, what do you have to be in this hotel? Your confidence starts to break into pieces.

As several people hop in and out of the elevator, your stomach becomes tight with how nervous you’re feeling. Sweat rolls down the sides of your face. You quickly pat them away with the white cloth you brought.

“We’re here.”

You almost fall onto the floor.

The man behind the counter (who you’ve learned is Ben) gestures a hand toeards the opening elevator doors.

“Thank you,” you mutter.

You speed-walk to the opening. You hear the elevator doors shut behind you.

No looking back now.

Okay, you’re at the highest floor of the highest-rated hotel in Korea with one of the highest figures. Great.

The rooftop scenery is beautiful. Metal chairs of different colors are placed on each side of several round tables. Some of the tables hold up umbrellas to shield from the sun.

The sky is blue above you. You swear you could almost touch it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You snap out of your trance. You have been so immersed into the scenery that you have failed to see the CEO herself.

You have to purse your lips to prevent your jaw from dropping.

“Miss—Miss Kwon.”

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say Kwon Eunbi’s prettiness makes the fine hotel blush in shame.

She leans against the wooden porch of the rooftop with her observant gaze locked onto you. You feel tiny though you are taller than her.

“You’re late.”

Your throat becomes tighter, as if her words tie an invisible rope around it. “I’m sorry, ma'am. I came here on time but the elevators were busy.”

Just her presence makes you intimidated. Besides from her pretty face, she obviously has good fashion taste. Her dark hair and skirt contrast the creamy white top she wears. The slightly transparent sleeves of the top offer a good view of her firm lithe arms.

She knows what looks good on her.

She makes a small smile. Or is it a smirk? You have no idea; all you know is that she’s pretty.

Prettier than Yena?

The voice in your mind is daring. You squeeze your hand into a fist in order to punch it out, but the CEO speaks before you could.

“I see,” she says. The smirk on her face grows bigger. “Not a good start to an interview, no?”

You swallow. Your toes curl inside your shoes. “No, ma'am.”

“That’s alright. I presume you have your resume with you?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Give.”

Your legs wobble as you walk towards her. You hand her the blue folder.

Her hands look strong, you think to yourself. They hold onto the folder firmly as she flips it open.

Silence hangs in the air for a long time.

“Tell me, mister … ” She raises an eyebrow at you. “Which hotels have you worked in before?”

“I have worked for Ms. Bae Irene and Ms. Kim Jisoo.”

“I see. They have told me good things about you.”

Your ears perk up. “R-Really?”

You hope that whatever they’ve told Eunbi is good. Because if they’ve told her other things … .

“They tell me … you’ve taken care of them very well.”

You swallow roughly.

It’s okay to have your own fair share of secrets, right? That even Yena doesn’t know?

Right?

Eunbi smiles wider. “Are they correct?”

“Ms. Kwon, I can—”

“Calm down, I won’t say anything.”

You don’t know if what she said has made you calmer or even more afraid.

Suddenly, Eunbi’s hand is firm around your tie. She tugs you close, you almost choking and falling to the floor.

You could feel your ears get hot. Eunbi’s gorgeous face is only a kiss away from yours. Her hand squeezes at the knot of your tie just for the purpose of seeing you choke.

“But it’s so hard not to say anything, isn’t it?” she asks you in a pitiful voice. Her other hand quickly unzips your pants. She reaches in and pulls out your hardening cock. “So hard not to brag about such good dick.”

You have a girlfriend, you have a girlfriend. The phrase runs over and over in your mind. But if you are to be frank, the thought of Yena has not entered into your mind as frequently when you saw Eunbi.

And you’ve done this many times before. The last one was Jisoo, and that was over two years ago. You’ve tried to hold back your temptations ever since because you know what you’re doing is wrong.

But who can resist when Kwon Eunbi—the Kwon Eunbi—has her hand around your cock, jerking it off quickly, and another hand around your tie?

Everything erases itself from your brain. You forget about Yena, and the challenges you’ve wanted to achieve. You even forget why you’re here in the first place.

You slam Eunbi against the nearest wall. She giggles, a leg wrapping around your waist. She places her hand on your neck and pulls you even closer. Her breath is hot against your ear.

“Don’t you just want to knead my tits?” she whispers. Each whisper is like an urge from the devil. “Squeeze them till they’re sore and as long as you like?”

You nod. She has certainly read your mind all this while.

“Then do it.” She stops jacking you off, wrapping her hand around yours and placing your hand on her breast. A pleading look writes itself on her gorgeous face; the tough aura she has been trying to keep up is fading away. “Please. For Mommy.”

Fuck.

You pull up the hem of the soft top she is wearing. Her tits are even larger without the restriction of the top, only held back by a white bra. You tear it off and do as Eunbi pleads, squeezing them with one hand firmly till the CEO lets out a shuddering moan.

You place your other hand under the thigh of the leg she has wrapped around you and thrust forward.

“Ah!” Eunbi yelps, clenching tightly around your length. Her eyes close as she pants heavily. “How did … ah fuck, how’d you know I wasn’t wearing panties?”

You smile. “I may have taken a peek.”

Fuck, she was soaked. And extremely tight. You deliver another harsh thrust into her hole till your tip touches her cervix. She gasps, holding onto your shoulder till her nails dig into your skin. You feel more rushes of wetness on your dick.

Using your grip on her creamy thigh as leverage, you fuck into her with a quick, merciless pace. Eunbi has to slap a hand against her mouth to muffle her loud, whiny moans. Her head falls back and slams against the wall as you shove your hips forwards and backwards even faster.

Her large tits bounce up and down with every thrust. You still can’t believe how strong that bra must be to have carried them. Maybe, you wish, for your next life, you could be Eunbi’s bra.

“You’re so tight, Mommy.” You wish you have said that clearly enough amidst your groans.

What you said isn’t far from a fact. Eunbi is whimpering, obviously not used to the size. But she never tells you to stop; if anything, she’s asking for more. Her babbles are incoherent, yet you hear pleads for more.

You give it to her. Fuck her despite the constricting yet delicious tightness, her arousal wetting your dick and fuelling each thrust. Her “ah! Ah! Ah!”’s send more blood to your dick, and you keep pistoning up into her.

“Ah …” Another heavy sigh from Eunbi. Then words mentioned with difficulty. “You stretch Mommy so … well. Oh my god. Oh—!”

Her body spasms violently against yours, her hips thrusting back into you, as she cums onto your cock. You see her throw her head back and her eyes squeeze shut as waves of pleasure run through her sensitive body.

She whines loudly as you fuck her through her orgasm. Her walls squeeze you ever so tight, and you would’ve blown if it weren’t for you holding it back with all the strength in your body.

You slow your thrusts. Eunbi pants for a while, hips still involuntarily reciprocating the thrusts while she tries to recover from her intense orgasm.

After a short while, she smiles.

“You fucked Mommy so well,” she says in labored breaths. Her smile is wide. “Let her return the favor, no?”

You nod shakily.

“Good boy,” she cooes. She pushes you back into one of the metal seats, straddling you while your dick is still snug inside her.

She gives it one last grind just to make you groan. Seeing your pleasured face makes her giggle, naught lacing her laughs.

“Hmmm,” she pretends to think, cutely tapping her chin, “although I’d love to feel your dick inside me …”

She removes herself from your lap. Her legs shaking, she falls to her knees in between your own legs.

She curls her hand around the bottom of her white top and pulls it up again. You say hello once more to her large boobs.

She places both her hands on each one and sets them on your lap, inserting your erection in between them.

“ … Wouldn’t you like to fuck my tits instead?”

Yes.

She squeezes her mounds together, looking up at you expectantly.

That is all you needed to see for you to fuck them wildly. Her boobs are like soft pillows hugging your dick. The wetness slathers her chest, making it easier for you to thrust up into them. She rubs her breasts around your dick, attempting to help you reach climax.

Groan after groan leaves your mouth. Her boobs are so incredibly soft and warm. They rub every vein and nerve on your cock deliciously.

Each thrust into them. leads you to orgasm. Loud sounds of your hips slapping against her tits will surely arouse curiosity from the strangers walking down the busy streets, and probably even the people staying in Eunbi’s hotel. They might even be watching now.

But if they are, you are sure to give them a good show. You let whoever is watching see spurts of cum release from your dick and onto Eunbi’s pretty face. She closes her eyes tightly, allowing them to land on her cheeks. More ropes of cum fall onto her breasts and onto her sharp collarbone.

The CEO dips her finger onto the puddles of cum sitting on her chest, and puts it in her mouth. “Mmm. Yummy.”

Wait, what? The CEO?

All rationality and common sense rush back in your mind. They seem to have been drained when you fucked her.

Fucked her?

Everything weighs into you at once.

Oh my god.

You just fucked Kwon Eunbi. The Kwon Eunbi. The CEO of the hotel you’re applying a job for.

“I knew it!”

The elevator doors open. Yena comes rushing in, two men in suits behind her trying to hold her back.

Yena?

Wait, you have a girlfriend.

Eunbi quickly stands up, pulling her shirt back down. She obviously doesn’t know what’s going on; confusion is written on her face. (And cum).

You stand up after Eunbi does, quickly zipping your pants up. But it is too late. Yena has seen everything.

“Yena, please, I can expl—”

“Who is this girl?” Eunbi asks the men, interrupting your words. For a girl still with cum on her face, she seems very formal. “Why is she here?”

One of the men try to speak up. “Ms. Kwon, she said she was—”

“’Girl’?” Yena shrieks. Now it’s the guard’s turn to be cut off. Her face is sweaty, and her voice is hoarse yet loud. “I’m his girlfriend, you dumb bitch! And you!”

Yena points to you. You hold your hands up in genuine fear. You and she have gone through your own relationship problems, but you have never seen her this angry before.

“I trusted you! I even drove all the way here to greet you with flowers and balloons after your interview, but then I find this!”

Yena raises a white bra high in the air for everyone to see. In horror, you recognize it as Eunbi’s bra you have discarded during your little fiasco with her.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Yena shouts at you. Tears flow down her eyes. “This fucking landed on me while I was entering. And I had my doubts but …. ”

She throws the bra at you. You dodge it, but your leg hooks around the foot of the metal chair. You fall to the ground like an idiot, the crash of the chair and yourself heard and seen by everyone.

Yena begins to sob loudly. She collapses on the floor. The guards catch her, but the little weight she has brings them down with her. Her hands cover her teary face.

“We’re over!” she yells through her tears. “Over! You hear me?”

“Guards, please take Ms. Yena here to my office,” Eunbi orders. “We’ll settle this later.”

The guards nod. One of them scoops up the crying Yena in their muscled arms and brings her away from you and Eunbi.

You are still on the ground. You think you’ve broken your leg or something; you could barely move it.

But you deserve this, you say to yourself sadly. You deserve this. The loss of your girlfriend and the agony of the broken leg. All of it. You’re the asshole who’s cheated on her thrice, the third time being with Eunbi, to whom you’ve never mentioned a girlfriend.

You deserve this.

But it still hurts.

You look up at Eunbi weakly. Her face is still confused. She has no idea what has happened.

She catches you looking at her. She returns the stare.

“And the job?” you ask her.

Eunbi smiles. “Thanks for the good fuck. You’re fired.”

Sex Education

Kim Minju x M!Reader Smut

“Alright, everyone. That’s it for class. Don’t forget your books.”

Finally. That was one extremely boring class.

It wasn’t even supposed to be boring. It’s sex ed class; isn’t everyone eager to learn about how their body works, and explore what is considered a taboo subject? You should be immersed in this class as much as the other students, but you just aren’t. You already know everything.

You say that as humbly as possible, but you don’t have to because it isn’t even bragging. No, really, you swear it isn’t. You’re the top student of the class; you automatically understand everything. It’s kind of like a little superpower you have.

You know everything Ms. Hong is talking about, and understand what they mean. The upcoming sex ed test would just be like a piece of cake for you. Maybe pick a flavor, eat it in a while. Study the ingredients.

Immature giggles come from your classmates at the end of the class. The girls suddenly bare a little more leg to the boys. The boys enjoy the show. Ms. Hong, as usual, ignores everything as the class files out for vacant time.

You gather your books into your red backpack, sling it over your arm, and prepare to walk out like the rest. You wonder what’s for lunch today. You hope the rice is hot enough.

“Hey, oppa!”

A soft cheerful voice stops you in your tracks.

You recognize that voice. You recognize it particularly more because it isn’t heard too much by anyone.

You take a guess at who it is, and when you lift your head from the tiled floor, you discover that your guess is correct.

It’s Minju.

She stands there in front of you with a soft beam on her innocent face, hugging her textbooks to her chest. Her strawberry-colored hair falls in curls and touches a little below the blades of her shoulders.

You smile. It’s always a pleasant time with Minju. She’s sweet to everyone. Every parent dreams to have a daughter like her. You bet that she couldn’t even hurt a fly.

You suppose that’s how she earned the nickname of “Minju Angel.”

“Hi, Minju,” you reply. You insert your arm through the second strap of your backpack and walk to the open doorway of the classroom. “How’s everything going?”

You and Minju aren’t very close. Nobody is. Minju doesn’t have friends because students who want to be are too afraid to approach her. But it isn’t because of anything harsh; if anything, it is because she’s too pretty.

Minju’s leather tap shoes tap in a rhythm against the ground as she catches up with you. Her hair bounces in the air. “It’s going great! Except for one thing.”

Enter one of the hallways of the school. Blue lockers line the sides of it, and posters promoting candidates for student government are plastered on the walls. By this time, only a few students are roaming in here. Most of them have gone to the canteen for a hotdog, and some might have went to the nearby mall to buy lunch.

When Minju’s response reaches your ears, it surprises you a little. Kim Minju never talks about her problems. If she mentions it to you, it must be important.

“Oh? How can I help?” You stop walking to face her.

Minju’s lips pull themselves into a pitiful pout. “I’m having a really difficult time with sex ed. I don’t understand anything.”

This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Minju is one of the top students in your class alongside you. She is excellent at everything: English, physics, math, and just any subject you could name off the top of your head. If it isn’t usual hearing Minju talk about her problems, the chances of her having a difficult time with her studies are even shorter.

But you can see how she would struggle. She is just as innocent as she looks. Anything that goes beyond pureness is unknown to her.

You hum thoughtfully. “That’s alright,” you tell her. “I don’t get it too much either.”

That is a lie. You understand everything. But who are you to deny Minju’s pleading little face of anything?

Nobody.

You place a hand on her shoulder. “Tell you what, why don’t I tutor right now about it? There’s still two hours of vacant time. Just come with me to the library and I’ll teach you everything. How’s that sound?”

Minju’s face is bright. “Really?” she asks you. She jumps up and down cutely. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course! Anything for a friend in need. Come on.”

+

Once the two of you enter the library, a rush of cold air-conditioned wind blows against you. You pretend not to see Minju’s skirt uniform fly up in the air just to save her from embarrassment.

The library is a wide room with gray walls and a smooth tiled floor. Behind the librarian’s counter is a shelf storing books of any kind behind a mini glass sliding door. There is even a little sign hanging on the desk that says “LIBRARIAN AT LUNCH”.

Four wooden shelves stand a little far apart from each other. There are labels taped to the sides to help you navigate each section for the book you’d like to read, and behind the shelves are convenient tables to lay books on.

“It’s cold here,” comments Minju, looking around curiously. She rubs one of her thin pale arms as she follows you into one of the aisles of bookshelves.

“We’ll only be here a short while,” you assure her. “You’re a fast learner.”

You take a book from one of the shelves and open it to the back. Minju sits on one of the tables and props her elbows on her knees, placing her face into her palms, waiting for you to explain.

Lick your thumb and turn a few more pages. After more paging, you are met with a chaste drawing of a penis. You show it to Minju. “I’m sure you know what this is? Ms. Hong said—”

“No.”

You are taken aback. 19 years old and with no idea of what a penis is? She must be bullshitting you.

But Kim Minju never lies.

She seems genuinely curious. Her eyes oggle at the drawing, as if trying to study it. She looks back up at you expectantly for explanation.

You remind yourself you’re here to teach her, not to judge her of what she doesn’t know. You hastily wipe the look of shock off your face and lay the book beside her on the table.

“That’s fine. It’s called a penis. It’s a sex organ males have that grows through time. Or not, if you’re unlucky.” You laugh briefly at your own joke.

“Ohhh! What does it do?”

“It … . it grows in size and gets hard when aroused.”

Minju raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

You swear to God.

Minju is the embodification of the ideal daughter of every parent. Pretty, sweet, intelligent and … innocent. So innocent that she’s at the point of plain ignorance.

Doesn’t every girl watch porn at some point in her life? Or read a sex scene from a book hidden behind a poster? You are starting to believe Minju has not.

She’s so unreal.

Suddenly you’re not an honor student anymore. In that moment you feel your maturity admired by everyone fade away piece by piece. You’re just as bad as the other guys.

Your cheeks turn red. Heat fills your face although the air-conditioning of the library is well done.

You begin to laugh. It’s a giggly, tight laugh, something you hear from the other boys in your class. Something you have never done before.

“Why are you laughing at me, oppa?” Minju is getting upset. “You said you won’t make fun of me!”

“I'm—I’m sorry, Minju. It’s not easy to explain something so … ”

“I suppose it’s alright,” Minju says sullenly, hanging her head. “I’m just going to have to figure it out on my own.”

Guilt eats through your being as you watch Minju sadly close the book. She places it back on its position on the shelf and starts to leave the library.

You’re the biggest fuck-up in history.

You hit your head with your wrist. Why would you let your own self-awareness and maturity melt away like that? You were supposed to help a fellow struggling classmate understand something, and you failed because of yourself.

You swear continuously. Minju trusted you. She came to you for help because she knows you can assist her. And you failed her. It’s not her fault she’s been so sheltered that she doesn’t know the basics of the body and sex.

You sigh, trying to hold yourself together. You shouldn’t let yourself get so worked up about this. This is a lesson, something you can use to better yourself in the future. You should see it that way instead of moping about how you failed to tutor the kindest girl in the school.

But even that thought doesn’t help make you feel any better.

You deserve this. You deserve all the agony in the world. All the pain and—

“Wait, oppa!”

“Minju!” You’re surprised that she has returned to you in the library, but also relieved. You grab her by the shoulders and try to apologize. “Listen, I’m so sorry I—”

“No, it’s alright! I just found out! It’s been standing in front of me all along!”

Her face is bright again; the sullen look is completely erased from it. It almost convinces you that she has never felt any mood other than her usual polite and happy self.

“Really? What is it?” you ask her. You’re eager to make up for your fuckery. “You could have just told me earlier—”

“Why don’t you just show me your penis?”

Wait, what?

Before you could speak or explain, you feel Minju’s small hand slipping itself underneath your pants and bringing out your dick into the open.

You’re frozen. You know you should explain to her that it isn’t like that. That she shouldn’t just whip your penis out in public and that it isn’t proper. Or even right.

But her hand is warm, contrasting the cold wind that blows inside the closed library. The cold just makes your dick harder. You blush furiously and fumble to explain.

“Minju, it isn’t like this at all,” you try to clarify to her. “Y-You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why?” Minju apparently doesn’t understand. She stoops down to look at your dick better, but that does not help her either. “I can’t really see from up here—oppa, is it okay if Minju—”

You swear that a frog is shoved down your throat. Your classmate—your sweet innocent Minju—is on her knees in front of you, hand wrapped around the base of your cock tightly as she raises it to view to her face.

“Oh, I understand better now!” says Minju cheerfully. She examines you with her big curious eyes. “Oh, oppa, your penis is really big. Has it—has it always stood up like that? I don’t really understand anymore.”

“Minju,” you repeat, throat tight, “you shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You said that it gets hard when you’re aroused, right, oppa? Is that why it’s so hard right now?”

You swear that you almost blow when your classmate slides her hand up to the mushroom head. Every nerve on it is so sensitive, and Minju is so painfully oblivious to it.

“Is my hand making it like that?”

You nod in response. You’re pretty sure you’re dreaming right now. This is the stuff of Pornhub videos! You could already envision the title: “Innocent student jacks off sex ed tutor”.

Oh, and the teachers. You could imagine them whispering among themselves, wondering how a polite, perfect girl like Minju could do such a bold thing in school. And to a fellow honor student too!

But you feel your concern about that slowly drifting away. All you could think about is Minju’s hand rubbing you, and how it makes your cock throb with need.

“Oh! I heard it feels good. Maybe I should do it faster? Maybe you’ll like that.”

You would.

Minju hums thoughtfully as she paces up her handjob. She experimentally places her lips on your tip, swirling her pink wet tongue around it, making you jerk roughly into her small mouth.

“Mmph! Oppa, you need to be careful. You’re so hard.” Minju kisses your tip lovingly, giving it a brief lick before giving the sides of your dick open-mouthed kisses. The blood just keeps rushing to it, and you’re sure you’re gonna blow any second.

And then it happens.

Minju gasps in surprise as you come onto her face. You tell yourself to at least hold back for a few more seconds, but it just keeps going. Each thrust into her closed fist evokes white creamy cum from you that spurts onto her innocent face.

“Minju!” you groan. Her hand becomes a fleshlight; you involuntarily fuck it like it’s the last time you’ll ever experience a euphoric orgasm, face contorting in pleasure. “Minju, fuck!”

Wait. Wait. Minju?

Minju?

Minju!

Realization slaps you in the face. Could it be?

You focus your gaze to the girl kneeling in front of you. Horror squeezes your vulnerable heart in its fist at the sight: Minju on her knees, cum painting her face and drooling from her tongue.

“Oh my God.” You say her name for a third time, but now it’s not out of pleasure. It’s because of fear making your fingers go deathly cold. You fall to your knees trying to wipe the stuff off her face, breaths coming in heavy, panicked pants. “I’m so sorry. We shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me.”

“Don’t worry, oppa! It’s okay.” She thumbs off a bit of the cum off her cheek and dips it in her mouth, much to your horror. “Mmm, yummy. You taught me a lot.”

Minju gets up, sucking on her thumb fervently to taste every molecule of cum in it. Your heart lodges itself in your throat.

She smiles coyly at you. But her smile is unfamiliar; usually it’s her small polite one, but now it’s smug. Seductive, even.

Is this really Kim Minju?

She turns her back to you, hands holding onto the edge of the study table. Her skirt is short enough to offer a chaste view of her small plump ass.

“Now I want you to teach me what an orgasm is. Fuck me on this table right here.

You gulp. "Yes, ma'am.”

Competition

Kang Hyewon x Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut

Warnings: Cheating, degrading

A/N: I enjoyed writing this haha! I hope you guys aren’t too tired of the Kangbi smuts. If you are, don’t worry; Yuri is next. Maybe. I don’t know, just enjoy.

“Why don’t you just leave him?”

“Are you crazy? You know I can’t do that!”

Hyewon shuts her phone off in frustration, slamming it down onto the comforter. Her mind is filled with both nothing and everything at the same time, rambling with thoughts of her terrible boyfriend, his blunt text messages, and just how he is the embodification of everything twisted and ugly.

Okay, that might be too harsh. But who cares? If she doesn’t get a little danger from him, it’s over.

“Well, if you’re not gonna leave him,” Eunbi says matter-of-factly to her, pulling the comforter up to her lap, “you’ll just keep having to put up with him. There really isn’t a bright side unless you tell him it’s over.”

Hyewon’s phone almost slips off the bed because of the movement of the comforter. Fortunately, her quick instincts let her catch it just before it hits the bedroom floor. Once she brings it up to the bed again, she switches it on. The screen opens up to your boring messages.

“Just come read this,” Hyewon complains. She continues in a mocking voice, “‘Oh okay have fun babe! Haha! I’ll bring you flowers when you get home’. What am I, a medieval princess?”

“Sounds to me that you’re just ungrateful.”

“He’s just so boring!” Hyewon says, throwing her arms up in the air.

Guilt brims in her heart sometimes when she thinks of her boyfriend. Her kind, loving, sweet boyfriend. He is always making sure she’s home safe, calling her whenever she’s hanging out with Eunbi, sending her “good morning” texts. He doesn’t deserve her at all; he’s such a perfect boyfriend.

But perfect is boring. Hyewon wants something daring, something risky. He can’t give that to her.

“I gotta find dangerous good dick,” she decides. “Should I find a guy to fuck me or something? Or should I just go on Tinder again?”

Eunbi looks at her friend with slight concern. She bites her fingernail curiously, studying Hyewon’s pretty face as her ears go deaf to the endless complaints.

She really doesn’t understand why Hyewon hates her boyfriend; he seems like a really nice guy.

But then again, Hyewon doesn’t like that. Hyewon likes risky things.

And occasionally, pussy.

Why do you think Eunbi’s in her bed right now?

Hyewon has been cheating on you with Eunbi for months on end. You’re stupid enough to believe that she’s just extremely good friends with her. Simillarly, Eunbi has no idea what’s going on with you and Hyewon either. All she knows is she likes it when Hyewon puts her tongue inside her.

She’s been staring at her for too long that the latter has stopped talking and glares at her. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Well maybe if you talked less and started touching me I’d listen to you.”

“What was that?” asks Hyewon, narrowing her eyes at the leader.

Silence. As expected.

Eunbi’s ears turn red. “Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought. Now tell me what I should do.”

“Kiss me?” Eunbi asks hopefully.

“You’re not getting any of that. My lap. Now.”

Eunbi gulps down the lump in her throat and climbs onto Hyewon’s lap, stomach down. When she feels her pull down her flimsy skirt, she already knows what’s going to happen.

+

“Happy birthday, Kwon Eunbi!”

You join your girlfriend Hyewon in surprising the leader at her house. The very moment Eunbi comes home from a long day at work, the two of you surprise her with a cake, colorful balloons, and gifts on a table.

Wow, you say to yourself. Hyewon really went all out on the decorations.

As requested, you film the whole scene on your phone. Though everything is loud because of the loud chants of the “Happy Birthday” song from the other girls and the praises showered on the birthday girl, you perfectly capture Eunbi’s happy beam and the cheerful, noisy mood that envelopes the room.

“Make a wish! Make a wish!” Chaeyeon urges.

Eunbi puts her hands together and shuts her eyes firmly, then blows out the candles.

An eruption of cheering explodes through the room. Chaeyeon, Yena, and Sakura all scramble in your way to hug Eunbi.

“Happy birthday, unnie!” Yena says, smothering Eunbi’s dark hair with kisses. “Hyewon unnie prepared all this for you!”

“Aww, she did?”

“Of course she did!”

Eunbi looks at Hyewon with disbelief. “You did?”

“Didn’t hear it the first time, babe?” is the answer.

An unexpected pang of jealousy stabs your heart from just hearing the exchange. Hyewon has never called you pet names! But here she is, freely calling her best friend that.

You watch as Hyewon wraps a free arm around the leader and kisses her forehead. She then asks her quiet, concerned questions as she thumbs some icing off the birthday cake and offers it to the latter’s mouth.

She’s just a friend, right?

Right?

You feel a little empty just watching them. You’re her boyfriend! Shouldn’t she be treating you as so?

Or is it all just your usual jealousy like she always tells you?

“Hey, oppa!”

You see Sakura skip over to you. Her pink hair flows in the air as she goes to you. Her arm is wrapped around one of Eunbi’s unopened gifts, another one from…guess who? You’re right! Hyewon! Again.

“Hi, Kkura,” you say blankly.

“What’s with the long face?”

You watch Chaeyeon and Yena bid the other girls goodbye before Hyewon and Eunbi excitedly pile into the other room to open presents.

You sigh.

“Oh nothing, just…relationship issues.”

“Aww, it’s okay,” Sakura comforts you, patting your shoulder. “I’m good with that kind of problem. Just spill.”

You hesitate for a moment. Can you really trust Sakura with your problems? What if she tells someone and they laugh over it before bedtime?

But her genuine concerned face and her massaging hand help you decide that you should fess up. Hyewon wouldn’t hear anyway; she’s in the other room with Eunbi.

“Oh, alright.”

Sakura beams. She’s always happy to help. She goes over to the long table topped with food and gifts and sits on it, hands wrapped around the edges as she swings her legs. She’s ready to listen.

Okay. Here it goes.

“Well … you know how Hyewon isn’t the talking touchy type?” you begin. “Like, she never tells me she loves me unless it’s over text and doesn’t even like to kiss me?”

“I guess.”

“But you see how she’s always like that with Eunbi. She kisses her, hugs her, calls her all those pet names she never calls me. Hell, she even forgot my own birthday! And now I see her preparing the biggest party I’ve ever seen for a 'friend’.”

You stress the last word of your rant. You did so because it’s quite unbelievable that you’re still calling Eunbi a friend of Hyewon when they might as well be a married couple in the honeymoon phase.

Sakura nods understandingly, a sign for you to continue talking.

“And she’s always spending time with her,” you go on. “Whenever I tell Hyewon I wanna go on a date, she says, 'Oh, sorry, I have a girls’ night with Eunbi.’ It’s like that every-fucking-time! Should I be suspicious?” You throw your hands up in frustration, slumping against the wall and sliding down to the floor. You place your head into your hands.

Silence hangs in the air for a moment. Though you feel the weight on your shoulders you have never realized was there fade, you also feel it go to your heart instead. Your chest is so tight with jealousy that you can’t even breathe properly. You massage your head with your fingers to try to calm down.

Sakura hums thoughtfully. “Have you considered talking to Hyewonie about it?”

“How can I when she’s always—”

“Ah!”

You look up at Sakura questioningly, thinking it was she who responded with an unfitting moan. But when you do, she looks equally taken aback.

The two of you look around the room curiously. When you look back at each other, both of your faces hold the same expression that, if translated into proper words, is: “What the hell was that?”

Then another sound. Then another.

Yeah, that was definitely a moan. And definitely coming from the other room.

Sakura hops off the table and grabs your wrist.

“Now I know that wasn’t a m—”

“Shhh!”

You and Sakura carefully tiptoe to the door of the second room. As you approach it, the sounds only get louder. Your fingers are cold just from thinking of what you’d find in there.

Sakura presses her ear to the door. You know she regrets doing that because the size her eyes grew to after doing shows you the pure shock she feels. Sakura then carefully places her hand on the doorknob, testing to see if it’s locked, then swings the door open.

The soft moan quickly turns into a strangled gasp of surprise.

You swear that in that moment your heart has shoved its way to your throat.

Sakura’s hand slaps to her mouth.

There, in that small room, is Hyewon with her hand wrapped firmly around Eunbi’s wrists, bending the leader down on the table while she fucks her at an incredible pace with a strap-on secured around her waist.

“Oh my god,” you say.

Eunbi whines in surprise at the abrupt pairs of eyes watching. She tries to speak up, but her words keep getting cut off by her moans. “Hye—Hyewon—”

But Hyewon doesn’t stop. You bet that she isn’t even shocked. When she lifts her head and sees you and Sakura in the room, she grins cruelly, and only quickens the speed of her thrusts.

You don’t know if you should cry, laugh, or leave. Maybe all at the same time? You have no idea what to do. I mean, what is the proper reaction to seeing your girlfriend strapping down her “best friend”?

“Hyewon! What the hell!” you manage to say.

“Oh hey there,” she replies, waving at you in the most casual way. “Saku-chan and…the guy.”

“I’m not gonna stay here for this,” says Sakura, putting her hands up in defeat and shaking her head. You could almost hear her mind glitch. She rushes out of the room, dashing for the front door.

No! She shouldn’t have left! How are you going to deal with this by yourself?

But you know how to:

Turn back to the scene in front of you. Then you should tell Hyewon that you two are over. She’s been bullshitting you for so long, and it’s only now that you’re seeing what she’s doing. She’s been taking you for granted your whole relationship and fucking a girl behind your back. You should leave.

But your feet are glued to the floor. You can’t look away.

You just keep watching Hyewon strap down Eunbi while the leader moans and writhes under each thrust.

Eunbi squeals. Her moans are high-pitched and gaspy. “Hyewon—Hyewon-ah—”

“Why are you doing this?” you ask Hyewon. Your words are laced with shock.

“I’ll put this in the kindest way possible: you don’t know how to fuck.”

“That isn’t a good enough reason! You’ve been lying to me this whole time!”

“It is a good reason!” Hyewon contradicts with a laugh. “You’re so pathetic that even I could do better.”

You still don’t see reason. “Hyewon—”

“Do you see how I keep this bitch wrapped around my finger?” She gestures to Eunbi shaking beneath her. She thrusts her hips harder, each rough thrust evoking a loud wail from the girl. “And you? You couldn’t even put your dick in me without blowing for a second.”

Her words sting, but you try not to break. You know that she’s trying to get to you. But you fire back nevertheless.

Maybe your fire isn’t hot enough. Your response is a weak: “How do you know?”

“Look at her. Look at how she’s screaming from a fake dick.”

You do what she says. Despite your strong will not to be fooled by her again, you can’t help but see what she means.

Eunbi is crying, real tears rolling down her pretty face, babbling and yelping from each thrust. Wetness drips down her quivering thighs.

Have you ever made Hyewon moan like that?

She smirks. “See? I can fuck a girl better than you.”

“O-Oh yeah?”

Your girlfriend—or should you say ex-girlfriend?—raises her eyebrows in slight surprise. She obviously didn’t expect you to dare sass her.

But she also sees a challenge in the works. She flashes you a smug smile, pausing the merciless thrusts for a second much to Eunbi’s relief. Eunbi’s legs quiver and she almost collapses to the floor if it weren’t for the girl on top quickly grabbing her hips.

My god, you say to yourself. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“Alright, mister 'Oh yeah?’.” Hyewon steps away from Eunbi. “Have a go at her and we’ll see.”

Wait, what the hell?

You’re unsure of this. You’re supposed to be telling Hyewon that you’re officially breaking up with her, then go home to cry and eat baked garlic bread. This is not what’s supposed to happen.

But as you stare at the whimpering Eunbi bent down on the table, your mind tempts you to make another terrible decision. You wonder what it is about this girl that is so good that it made Hyewon cheat on you.

Let’s find out, you decide. What’s the harm?

Unbuckle your belt and your jeans, letting them pool at your ankles on the floor. You are surprised to see your dick fully hard; maybe this little cheating session of Hyewon can work out.

You shuffle towards Eunbi, nervously setting your hands on her hips. Try not to let everyone see how badly your hands are shaking.

Your whole system just shuts down. You don’t understand; you’ve done this multiple times with Hyewon before and with a few other girls, but you feel like it’s your first time all over again.

“Well?” Hyewon prompts. “Aren’t you gonna start?”

The switch is back on. Accordingly, you align your hips with Eunbi’s and gently push your erection into her.

Fuck, she’s tight, you say to yourself, trying not to groan. Maybe this is why Hyewon likes Eunbi so much.

Eunbi’s body shivers as her walls try to accomodate you. A soft whine is elicited from her when you thrust into her.

“Birthday girl’s so noisy,” Hyewon says, shaking her head in mock disappointment. She effortlessly pulls off the dildo from the strap-on belt and shoves it in Eunbi’s mouth. The leader gags, choking on the fake dick as Hyewon mercilessly shoves it over and over into her throat.

Damn, you think, Hyewon is rough. Maybe she does dick down a girl better than you.

You shake your head. No. You should win this competition, especially since it is the last messing-around you’ll ever do with her. You should make the most of it.

Thrust your hips into Eunbi messily, savoring the pleasure of her tightness. It’s difficult to move; she’s clenching too hard. But the wetness that is evoked from every thrust makes it easier to stretch her walls to fit your cock, though it just seems like she’s built to milk every bit of cum out of you.

“Fuck,” you groan, tightening your jaw. You piston in and out of the trembling girl as fast as you can. Even a millisecond that isn’t one spent inside her tight pink pussy is like hell to you, and you want to stay in heaven forever.

Eunbi’s gasps and shrills that send blood rushing to your cock are like God’s blessinfs to you although you’re sure you don’t deserve it. What you’re doing is very far from holy.

A scream cuts through the air as Eunbi orgasms for…she doesn’t know. She has lost count with all the ones with Hyewon, but she’s sure it’s the first one she’s experienced with you.

Euphoric pleasure runs through her veins; her body shakes and spasms involuntarily, her cries louder than ever. You feel more of her delicious wetness on your dick slathering it from tip to base.

Holy fuck.

Pleasure makes every inch of your body heat up. Not allowing Eunbi even a minute of rest, you fuck her hole with the purpose of seeing it squirt arousal, and how it stretches to fit you.

“You’re having too much fun with her,” Hyewon snarls. She shoves the dildo in Eunbi’s mouth just deep enough for her to cough and gag, then swiftly removes it with a pop. “Who fucks you better, baby?”

“M-Mmph! He…he stretches me"—her eyes squeeze shut while another orgasm quickly follows with the one she’s just had—”ah! Better! Ah, faster, please!“

A surge of pride fills your chest. You win this sexual rivalry after all. Obeying Eunbi’s pleads, you angle your thrusts up so your dick rubs her sensitive spots and yours. She squeals loudly, exhausted tears running down her pale cheeks.

Hyewon huffs her own bangs from her face, rolling her eyes. "Oh, alright.”

But her tone is not of defeat. It’s filled with steady, threatening dominance that scares even you. Eunbi’s eyes grow large with both fear and tears as Hyewon fucks the dildo further into her small mouth. The thing is too large even for her. It creates a visible imprint in her throat that is just enough for your mind to create the image of it being yout own dick that’s she’s gasping on.

“There, you filthy bitch.” Hyewon tugs back Eunbi’s long black hair hard enough for it to hurt to harshly shove the dildo continuously into her mouth. “You say you like his dick so much but here you are, choking on another cock like a fucking slut. Weren’t you the little bitch screaming when I fucked you with this too? Came five times in five minutes? So pathetic.”

Saliva rolls down the sides of Eunbi’s face. The combination of a cock being forced into her too-small mouth and merciless fucking of a big dick into her hole is too much even for her. She wails when she cums again, coughing and choking on the dildo and trying to withstand your endless thrusts.

The gagging and sobbing moans continue to echo in the room, and each one motivates you to pick up the pace. You could feel your own orgasm approaching.

In the last few seconds, you think of Hyewon. You think of how she cheated and hurt you, never appreciating whatever you’ve done for her or loved you in any way. You think of how she cheated on you with the girl you’re fucking right now, and can’t help but see why she did so: the natural submissiveness that comes to Eunbi, that pretty fucking face and that tight sensitive pussy.

But it doesn’t matter. Eunbi’s noises of pleasure fuelling you, you drain every bit of anger, frustration, and cum in your system into the leader. You use her as much as you like just as Hyewon used you. Watering down a beautiful girl to a mess of screams and moans and wails.

“Fuck.”

You grab onto her hips with newfound strength and fuck into her wildly. She’s clinging onto your dick too tightly yet too perfectly. The sensation of her squeezing down onto you every two seconds is something you wish to feel with every breath you take.

“Ahhhh!”

You and Eunbi come at the same time. Her tight cunt serves as a warm, perfect place to fuck your cum and her dripping arousal into. Semen spurts into her hole, but also spills out of it. You try to fuck it back inside, causing Eunbi to squeal loudly.

You slow down, her weak quivering legs stop shaking, and her last incoherent gasps fill the air. “H-Hnghh! Oh! Ah… ”

Hyewon carefully slips the dildo out from her mouth, then leans down to leave a brief kiss on the swollen lips. Eunbi tries to return it, but she’s still catching her breath. She gasps and pants loudly, savoring the oxygen she’s been improperly deprived of during the rough session.

“Good girl,” Hyewon cooes. Eunbi makes a noise of exhaustion and slight happiness caused by the approval.

Hyewon rises from her position again. She gives you a smug smile.

“She’s tight, isn’t she?” Her eyes gesture to the panting, exhausted girl bent over on the table.

You can’t help but nod in agreement.

“You like her pussy?”

Another nod.

“Good, because you’re not getting any of her anymore.”

What the fuck?

“Come on, Eunbi. Thattt a girl.” Hyewon pulls Eunbi up from the table. Your cock sadly says goodbye from between Eunbi’s shaking thighs stained with semen and her own wetness.

Hyewon lifts the tired girl over her shoulder and grins at you again.

You’re getting tired of seeing that annoying smile. The anger that returns to you as quickly as before helps remind you what your heart was originally supposed to do.

“You’re an asshole, Kang Hyewon.”

“Aww, that hurt.” Hyewon mocks a pout. “Nice try, but I can still dick a girl down better than you. Here’s a memento, though!”

She throws the used dildo at you. While she leaves the room with a panting Eunbi slung over her shoulder like a backpack, the dildo hits you square in the face.

So much for fair competition.

Into the Loophole

Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut (w/ Plot)

Warnings: Violence, rushed editing, derealization

A/N: Here’s the Eunbi version!

Pour more whiskey on the wound. The liquid gushes against the open cut, contrasting the color of beautiful pale skin. Each spill of the whiskey you drink on the wound evokes another scream from the girl, one so loud you swear the neighbors would hear.

You swear to God.

“Stop fucking screaming,” you snarl at Eunbi. You slap your hand onto her open mouth, muffling her sobs. When she raises her spare hand to try tug off your own, you get angrier. “I said stop screaming or I’ll hit you again.”

As expected, what follows your statement is silence. Scared, fearful silence. Silence that is interrupted by Eunbi’s hiccups and whimpers, muffled by your strong hand wet from her tears.

Drop your hand from her mouth, trailing it down her pretty neck and onto the collar of her top.

Eunbi shakes her head pleadingly. More tears burst from pretty red eyes, and her mouth opens again, letting out incoherent babbles of fear. You don’t understand her, but you could hear begs. Begs to not hurt her, please, and I’m sorry.

They fall on deaf ears.

You love Eunbi.

She’s so slim and light, so easy to carry around and shower her pretty face with kisses till she begs you to stop.

She’s so small.

Fist tightening around the collar of her shirt of her loose yellow jacket, you throw her to the nearest wall. She’s so light; it’s not difficult to just pick her up and make her a cute little puppet.

A wail erupts from the poor girl. Her arm is at a weird angle, limp by her side. You assume it’s broken just from the little throw you did. A purple bruise has shown up on her cheek. Or wait? Is that from two days ago?

You love Eunbi.

She’s so pretty. Her amazing body might take the focus away from it, but you swear her face is the real deal. Her eyes are big and bright, but her mouth is small. She couldn’t even bite a burger properly because of it.

She’s so cute.

Her feet desperately try to kick on the floor to get away from you, but the wall hinders her escape. She was trying to escape from the punch you blow to her lips. She cries loudly, head throwing to the side because of the weight of your fist.

When she looks back up at you, you see her lips are bleeding. The bright red color mixes with her tears that trail down her neck.

You love Eunbi.

Her body is so gorgeous. She’s perfect from head to toe: pretty little face, plentiful breats and a small waist and stomach. You think she’s the standard for beauty, actually. You think every girl wants to be her.

She’s so pretty.

You pull her up by her long black hair. She pants against the wall, then curls into a bend after you punch her stomach.

She coughs. She clutches her stomach, coughing hoarsely. Blood pools in her mouth and onto the floor.

You see the panic surge into Eunbi’s face as you grab her by the throat. You slam her to the wall again, tightening your grip onto her throat. She gasps, pulling at your hands. But what uses are her small slippery hands against your strong ones?

“Please—” she begs, gasping for air. “It's—just a d-dream—it doesn’t ex—”

Suddenly, she can’t see you. Her vision is getting blurrier and blurrier.

Till it becomes nothing.

+

You wake up to a pair of hands shaking your tired body, and loud sobs pounding against your eardrums.

“Wake up! Please wake up! Please!”

Eunbi.

You sit up from your bed in alarm. You’re fully awake now. You look around anxiously, before looking at your front and seeing a sobbing Eunbi, her pink trembling lips pulled into a pout and her tiny hands wrapping tightly around your own. Her dark, dishevelled hair sticks to her face because of the several tears that run down it.

You immediately wrap her in a hug. You try to soothe her, running your hand up and down her heaving back, kissing her hair repeatedly as your words of concern jumble with your kisses.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you ask her, placing your hands on her cheeks, rubbing comforting patterns on them that also wipe away her fat tears. “Come on, you can tell me. It’s okay.”

But she doesn’t tell you. She shakes her head and only continues crying. Her little nose is red from doing so and her hands are tight around your wrists.

You know what that means. A little too well.

Your heart drops. “Oh, baby, don’t tell me?” When she nods, you wrap your arms around her again and gather her broken frame onto your lap. She buries her face in your neck, her tears dropping onto your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, okay?” You kiss her cheek. “They’re not real, you got me? They’re not real.”

“But they’re so scary!” Eunbi wails. “They’re so real. Please don’t hit me again—please—”

“What? No! They’re getting to you, Eunbi.”

She screams, crying loudly in your arms. She’s a hyperventilating mess of tears and panic and fear, and you’re trying to hold her together.

You don’t know if you can.

“He doesn’t stop,” Eunbi whispers quietly. She hiccups, shaking her head. “He doesn’t stop. He enters the minds of everyone and hurts them. Makes them go m-mad. Makes them cry.”

“Shh, baby, you’re starting again,” you tell her gently. You hold her face in your hands, stopping her ramblings with a kiss. “I’m not going to hurt you one bit like he did, you hear me? I love you too much.”

Eunbi sniffles, wiping her tears on her sleeve. “I—I love you too. But please don’t hurt me. Please?” She weakly raises a shaky pinkie finger.

“Promise,” you say as you curl your own around hers.

Eunbi stares at your entwined fingers for a quiet while. Her lower lip starts quivering again.

“Ahh… I can't…”

Unwrap your pinkie finger and clutch her face in your hands again. You kiss her cute red nose and nuzzle your own against hers. You want her to know you love her so much, and that you’ll never do to her what the man who haunts her dreams does.

Kiss her again, just for good measure. “My sweet, gorgeous girl. You know how much I love you, right?”

Eunbi whimpers, nodding.

“Don’t ever be afraid that I’ll hurt you. I love you, you get me?”

“But he'll… he’ll hurt me.”

“Who is he?”

“He hurts everyone. And… I’m afraid he’ll hurt you.”

“It’s alright. Just tell me who.”

Eunbi begins to cry again. “You.”

+

“You’re so pretty, darling, did you know that?”

Your comment makes the blood rush to Eunbi’s cheeks, her red cheeks and shy smile making her even more gorgeous.

“If you don’t stop, you’re going to make me cry.”

“Are you not used to people telling you you’re pretty?”

“Usually… no, I’m not that pretty.”

“What are you talking about? Guess I should tell you that more often.”

Wrap you arms around Eunbi and hoist her onto your lap. She’s a baby, immediately making herself comfortable and letting your hands roam and touch her slim, tiny body, encouraging them even.

“Oh—ohhh, that feels so good,” she sighs when you touch her thighs. She closes her eyes comfortably. “Do you remember when you made—made me close my eyes and then when you let me open them, you mashed my birthday cake in my face?”

“I remember.”

You do remember. 27th of September of two years ago, an excited Eunbi, and then an upset Eunbi after the cake incident. You smile. She was pretty pissed back then, but after a nice round of birthday sex and a kiss, she was back to her happy self.

Eunbi pouts. You laugh and kiss her. “Babe, I did tell you I was sorry, didn’t I? Or do you want to make me make up for it again?”

“Hmmmm, if you use your fingers again.” Eunbi bites her lip when you trail them as suggested underneath the tiny white skirt, prodding her thighs apart. “And… and if you do that thing.”

“What thing?”

“You know what thing! God, why do you always tease me? You’re so—oooh.”

You follow what she says. She could be so demanding sometimes, but she’s a cutie so it’s worth it. You swirl your fingertip on her sensitive clit, rendering her whimpering with each move. You know she likes it that way.

A sigh comes from Eunbi. She throws her head back onto your neck. “Ahhh… a little faster.” She gasps, hand tightening around your spare one. “Hnghh, not that fast though. I—I might come, you know, and I’m so—”

She talks too much. She’s always rambling when she gets nervous, or a little too stimulated. It’s a cute habit of hers, but you just want to hear her moans for this time. You shut her up with a kiss. She squeals, raising her slim hips to rub against your fingers and licks at your tongue needily. She whines when you insert a finger into her.

Her hips begin to stutter. She clenches needily onto your finger, gasping when you thrust at just the right angle to hit her g-spot.

Her moans are getting louder. Eunbi’s gaspy cries of pleasure are muffled by your kiss as she comes on your hand.

“Ahhhhh,” she sighs contentedly. Her thighs still quiver, but as the last spasms of ecstasy go through her body, she crosses her legs and sucks on your fingers. “That always feels so good. Thank you, oppa.”

“Anything for you.”

“Thank you for loving me even though I’m not real.”

Your face contorts into a look of confusion. What does she mean?

But then she turns around to straddle facing you, her clothed cunt grinding against your dick. You forget everything.

+

After the little public session, you and Eunbi return to your small apartment for your weekly movie night.

You and she are busy people. Eunbi has to dance and sing everyday for almost two months whenever there’s a comeback, not to include the recording of the songs and rehearsals. Your schedule is definitely lighter than hers, but for you it is just as difficult. You have no idea how Eunbi puts up with her own packed schedule and still keeps a smile on her face when she arrives home to you.

She’s your happy pill.

Happy pill.

Happy pill.

Happy … .

Pill …

As you lounge on the couch with your girlfriend, you wonder why the last word stays on your mind. Are you forgetting something?

You shake your head. No, you decide. You shouldn’t be worrying about that right now. These are one of the days you actually get to have time with her. You should be savoring it and focusing on just that.

The lights in the room are switched off, and a lightning from a thunderstorm that brews outside and the shaky glitchy television are the only sources of light right now. But they are enough to let you see Eunbi’s happy face while she sits in your lap, her hand keeping your arm in place around her waist.

And enough to feel your cock snug inside her hole.

She’s the one who suggested this. “I read about it online,” she told you.

“What the hell were you doing reading an article about cockwarming?” you had questioned her.

Her snarky reply was “Mind your own business, mister.” But she was generous enough to explain to you what the concept of cockwarming was, and how it would feel good yet not enough at the same time for both parties.

She was convincing enough to have her squeezing your cock as she sits on your lap every once in a while. You groan softly, but try to focus on a movie.

She grinds a little back and forth, closing her eyes in pleasure. “Do you know this movie, oppa?”

“No,” you manage to reply in between the moans you have been trying to control for now.

“It’s, it’s called Timeless. Very cool, huh? Time-travelling and that kinda shit.”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Come on, just watch this part and then we can … ” She speaks the rest of her statement through a mischievous wink.

You have been on the edge for too long now. You have kept your cock inside her wet hole resisting the urge to thrust up into her and fuck her right there and then for almost thirty minutes. Her saying that is almost a relief to you as water is to a weak person travelling through the desert.

You switch your gaze back to the television. One of the main characters, Lucy Preston, is returning home from her secret job as a time-travelling historian. She walks in the house, satchel bag slung over her shoulder as she scrolls through her phone.

“Hey mom,” says Lucy, setting her bag down on the island table of the kitchen.

“Ugh, please don’t call me mom.”

Wait, you say to yourself, suddenly intrigued. Was that … .?

You’ve watched enough of the previous episodes of this show before with Eunbi to know that that voice is Lucy’s sister’s. But wasn’t she gone?

No. She stands there behind the island table, working her hands onto a laptop.

How can that happen?

Lucy is just as surprised as you. “Amy? Amy? Is, is that you—are you really here?”

“No.”

You become even more confused. How can Amy be there, and say that she isn’t there?

“I’m not really here,” continues the fictional character, smiling a little. “I’m gone.”

That’s how it’s supposed to be. Due to a time-travel accident, Lucy’s sister Amy was erased from the timeline. But she has appeared out of nowhere now.

You don’t understand.

“Worse than gone. I don’t even exist.”

Exist.

Exist.

Exist.

Just like the pills, the word is suddenly chanted around you. Your head is filled with voices repeating the statement, and they only get louder, filling the room.

An invisible fist of frightenedness grips your heart tightly and squeezes it till it almost bursts.

I don’t even exist.

I don’t even exist.

You scream out of pure, raw fear. Your scream is hoarse, and clear at the same time. Dry and raw, tight and forced. You have never heard yourself scream like that before, and you’ve been in many terrible situations in your life.

Amy in the television repeats the line over and over. You think it’s a glitch. It must be a glitch. Maybe that’s why it still resounds even when the screen has become static?

Eunbi has suddenly turned to you with a wide smile on her face. It’s beautiful, but you feel goosebumps spread across your skin and the hairs at the back of your neck stand.

“I don’t even exist,” Eunbi says.

“Baby—”

“I don’t even exist.”

The voices triple and increase the volume. They start as whispers, then slowly become shouts of agony. Eunbi’s creepy smile only becomes larger. Voices and screams bounce off the walls of the house.

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist.

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

The words don’t even sound real anymore. You push her off your lap screaming. You try to run, but you fall onto the floor. You clumsily scramble to get up again as she chases you around the house. Though she only walks, it’s as if she’s floating; no one walks that fast.

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

Large ghostly figures spring out of nowhere. There is one of a woman with no eyes, a man without a head, a little girl crying endlessly. Eunbi stands in the center, leading them on. You try to run, but your back meets a wall.

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

Your screams blend in with theirs as all of the tortured souls join into one large mass of darkness and slamming onto your vulnerable body.

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

I don’t even exist!

Nothing exists.

Take your pills, darling.

Stress Relief

Kim Minju x M!Reader Smut

A/N: Just a quick one as a break from the bigger fics. Hope it’s good nonetheless! Sorry for the hiatus!

“The guy last year was better than…whatever you are.”

“Did you really proofread this or did you just doodle on the draft and hoped for an A+?”

“I want this on my desk by tomorrow morning, 11:59 a.m. sharp.”

“How could you forget that today was the deadline?”

The words swim in your mind like fish in an aquarium. Except for all of the fish are sharks and fresh bodies have just been dropped into the water. The sharks clash into each other, blood drawing from each clamp of strong teeth against one another and onto the corpses, water splashing around wildly and screams being heard from even a mile away.

You are the shark starved for hours and kept in a space too tight for comfort. Kim Minju is your prey.

What must one do to a prey?

First, render them breathless and weak.

Hips thrust mercilessly into Minju’s tight pussy, her thin legs propped onto your shoulders and her loose cream-colored shirt stained with your own cream. Her tightness squeezes your cock and evokes spurt after spurt of cum into her. Her wetness mingles with your load and drips out of her cunt. Her brown hair is dishevelled and messy as her angelic face contorting in pleasure and pain.

Second, make sure they cannot escape.

You cum again, but even the umpteenth orgasm is not enough for you. Or Minju. You grope her supple quivering thighs and use them as leverage to shove your cock into her as far as you can, till your veins rub her G-spot and your tip meets her cervix. Minju’s hands are tight as she grips onto the wet bedsheets, her whines and moans increasing in volume with each thrust.

Her whimpers keep your cock at full mast, and it only motivates you to keep using your beautiful, sweet girlfriend as a toy to play with until you’re satisfied.

Third, devour them.

Your lips meet Minju’s, muffling her screams and cries while your thrusts pick up pace. Her body shakes violently when you place a thumb onto her sensitive clit. Every circle you rub onto it is another tightening of her walls around you. Your hands roam her tiny body, squeezing her small breasts and rubbing her smooth legs that hug your waist. Her own thin hips lift themselves into the air and fuck your shaft.

Pull away from her delicious mouth and latch onto her shoulder instead. Once you do, her wails of your name echo in the bedroom, and only increase when you suck and bite at her pulse point.

Heat prickles your skin from head to toe. You push your dick deep into her as you cum once more. Minju cries as the last shots of pleasure run through her body and her pussy squirts on your dick, her eyes shut tight though her mouth is open to let out her strangled sounds of pleasure.

And you don’t stop.

Too overstimulated, Minju tries to pull away, scrambling onto the sheets and pleads sending mixed signals. Your strong hands tighten around her thighs to jackhammer into her until she screams so loudly that you think she would not be able to sing anymore. Those notes she hit aren’t even ones she could sing.

Gasp in exhaustion as you slowly pull out your softening cock from her hole. Your eyes rake down her body, seeing how your hands have left red prints onto her pale skin and the white puddles of cum on her shirt. Observe how she shakes from the aftershocks of her plenty orgasms, and the tired look on her pretty face.

Maybe a stressful work environment has its benefits.

Red Dress

Jo Yuri x M!Reader Smut

Warnings: virgin!Yuri, rushed editing

A/N: Another quickie. I’ll do more editing later, but for now, I gotta go. Bye.

It happened too fast. Maybe a little too fast, and probably a little too bold. But while the two of you did it, you didn’t think about that all.

All you saw was Jo Yuri in that short flimsy red dress, and your immediate thought was to take it off.

You were walking down the staircase of the SBS building along with her. You told yourself it was convenient that she went first so you could enjoy the view of her long perfect legs and cute little ass. Her gorgeous figure really fit the dress, and you could not stop thinking of how easy it must be to ruin her. She’s so slim and tiny; all it would take is just—

You grabbed Yuri by her shoulders and pinned her to the wall. A gasp left her mouth, but it was quickly muffled by your lips meeting hers. Her hands placed themselves onto your chest so that she could lift herself slightly into the air to meet your kiss.

“I’m going to ruin you so badly,” you whispered against her mouth. Your hands roamed her small body, feeling the curves of her stomach and small, perfect breasts.

“Then do it. Please, Daddy, I need it.”

Every person has an enemy, whether they deny it or not. Their enemy may be a person as well: a rival bully from school or an unreasonably rude coworker. Others might have their own selves as their enemy. Few have an inanimate enemy instead.

Yours would be those damn safety shorts.

You quickly grab them by the hem and tug it off. The pair of shorts and underwear slide down Yuri’s smooth, creamy legs until they finally reach their destination: the floor. Yuri quickly wrapped her legs around your waist and rubbed her throbbing pussy onto your bulge. A whimpery moan left her mouth when her clit brushed briefly against your erection.

You quickly undid the belt strapped around your jeans. As she sat on the bar of the staircase, you pulled out your stiff dick and jacked it off, giving it quick pumps before getting on your knees and spreading Yuri’s legs.

The little red dress was now lifted up to her waist. With that out of the way, it offered a perfect view of her glistening wet pussy. You blew onto it, causing Yuri to yelp, before directly putting your mouth onto her pussy.

The moans Yuri let out made your cock throb. You flicked her clit with the tip of your tongue repeatedly while jacking yourself off, Yuri’s thighs becoming earmuffs snug on your shoulders.

When you slipped your tongue inside her, she gasped. Her hands pulled at your hair firmly, her hips thrusting into your tongue involuntarily as sparks of pleasure shoot through her body. Her juices dripped down your chin and her legs began to shake violently.

“Fuck! Daddy!”

The honorific only made your rod harder. Your jerked yourself off a few more times, each stroke making you grunt into her pussy. Your hand quickened around your shaft and your mouth started licking faster and faster on Yuri’s cunt as both of your orgasms approached.

But you had another idea.

“Ah—ah! I’m close! Don't—whyyyy!”

You pulled away from her pussy just when she was about to cum. You stood up, your chest heaving with pants. The adorable frustrated look on her face would have made you smile if it weren’t for the high libido that fuelled you right now.

“Turn around,” you commanded.

She whined. “Why did you stop w-when I—”

You slapped her cunt. Yuri released a sound that was between a gasp and a whimper. You could see more wetness dripping down her thighs.

Slapped her pussy again. The brief touch of the pads of your fingers against her clit made Yuri buck her hips against your hand.

She understood immediately. Cheeks red with both pleasure and pain, she got off the rails with shaky legs and turned her back to you, hands gripping on the rail and exposing her ass to you.

Her knees buckled when you thrust into her from behind. She let out a high-pitched cry, her legs failing her if it weren’t for your hands on her waist.

Her virgin pussy was like heaven to you. Though she obviously had never gotten a dick in her before (judging by the sensitivity that ran through her body and the loud moans she let out), she did not beg you to stop. If anything, she was encouraging you; she clenched around you desperately, making it hard to pull out, and she pushed her ass against you, begging you to stretch her walls and ruin her.

And so you did.

You fucked into her wildly, no exact or maintained pace throughout. The thrusts of your dick inside her switched from deep and rough to slow and gentle, then somewhere in between. You ignored the fact that you were fucking her there near the window, where anyone could just look up and see Jo Yuri’s manager fucking her so roughly, and how the singer seemed to enjoy every second of it.

“Ah! Ahh! Please, Daddy, ruin me!”

You humped onto Yuri’s cunt like a dog in heat, relishing in the tightness of the virgin and going back every time for more.

Your own moans blended with hers, a mix of sounds of pleasure bouncing off the walls of the building. Anyone could hear them, but you didn’t care. All you could think about was Jo Yuri’s tight useable hole and the image of her wearing the tight red dress.

You spanked her. “Such a fucking slut,” you said in between groans. “You’re supposed to be singing on stage right now, whore, but here you are getting railed on the staircase by your manager.”

“Mmh! Mm!”

“I want you to sing that little song of yours for me right now, just to see if you’re not so useless.”

Every word you spoke wrung out more wetness from Yuri. As the minutes passed by, the fluids she released made it easier to fuck into her.

Yuri opened her mouth, trying to obey your commands. “S-So bright, joa…” The lyrics came out a stuttering mess, and she was forced to stop in the middle of the first line to moan out your name. “Modu bicheul ssodaenaneun eye—ah!”

The last lyric of the line was replaced with a shaky scream. She tried to continue the cheerful pure song that was such contrast to the sinful activity you were doing now with her.

“Not good enough,” you remarked, spanking her ass again. She cried out in pain, her hands gripping the rail tighter. “Get to what you sang after that chorus.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yuri whimpered, eager to please. Her eyes shut tight as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Mangseorijima d-don’t stop—don’t stop! Ah, daddy, I’m cumming!”

Her walls clench around your dick. She began to scream loudly, her hips moving backwards to meet your thrusts. Her orgasm came in the form of her arousal spraying on the floor and onto her clothes.

You squeezed her tits over the red dress. She shook and quivered beneath you like a leaf under the rain. The rain came in the form of white ropes of cum spurting from your shaft and into her pussy. Heat spread from your head to your toes as you creampied Yuri, draining your cum inside her.

“Shoot, take a panorama!”

The sudden teasing voice made you lift your head. There, below the steps of the staircase, was Yena, holding up a phone and taking a quick picture of you and Yuri.

“Yena!”

You watched Yuri try to run with shaky legs, attempting to catch up with Yena, who had dashed away from the scene.

Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.

Long Ride Home

Kim Minju x M!Reader

Warnings: Rushed editing (as usual)

A/N: I feel so sorry that I haven’t gone to this as quickly as I should. But here I am doing it now. Thank you so much for being my first request, and for always supporting me @fillinforlater. :) Love ya buddy! I feel so sorry that I haven’t thanked you enough. Hope you know I appreciate you.

Also special thanks to @kaedewrites for sending…Minju stuff to get me in the mood to write her ;)

2:45 a.m.

The time surprises you; you are not aware that you have been in the backseat of the taxicab car for so long. You swear you had ridden the cab at 6:00 p.m., so you’d naturally expect the ride to be brief since you have left the hotel with Minju early.

Maybe it’s going to be quite a long ride home after all.

Sigh softly and switch your phone back off after seeing the time. You’ve been on the road home for over eight hours now yet you still don’t feel sleepy. Normally you would have dozed off on Minju’s lap in the car and be awakened when you’ve finally gotten home, but it seems the roles have reversed.

As the cab gets stuck in a frustrating traffic jam and beeps echo outside, your girlfriend is fast asleep on your lap. Her head is covered by strands and strands of dark hair, and her tiny body is covered by your jacket. You have been absentmindedly caressing her hair for so long that you have not really noticed that she has fallen asleep.

You take your focus away from the shining streetlights and night sky, then place it onto Minju instead.

This is so much better.

You love Minju. You could explain how much you love her in three five-page essays complete with the Times New Roman font and margins, but you’d dumb down your love for her for the masses into three reasons:

One: she’s gorgeous.

Let’s start off with the most obvious reason. Minju is probably the most perfect girl in the world, both physically and as a person too. Her hourglass body could tell time (ahem, @kaedewrites); plentiful breasts, gorgeous curves that slant to her supple thighs and long legs, and a pretty face. Everyone is jealous of you for getting the Kim Minju as your girlfriend, and honestly, you could see why.

But her prettiness is all they see. You as her boyfriend know what lies within her.

Which brings us to the second reason: she’s an angel. Yes, yes, you know all the ramble about “Minju Angel” among her fans, and you agree with them wholeheartedly. She is the only person who has cared for you sincerely. She does not expect that you treat her as some sort of princess in return, though you do so anyway because you love her that much.

And third: Kim Minju is—

Her eyes flicker. One of the horns beeping has woken her up.

Her eyes roam around the ceiling at the car for a while, trying to regain sensibility. It is only when they meet yours is that a small grin forms on her sleepy face.

“Hi,” you tell her softly, thumb running comforting patterns on her cheek.

“Hnghh, hi.” She stretches her arms, making a sound of exhaustion. “Are we there yet?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Aw.”

The look of disappointment of her face makes you chuckle. When she sits up, you take her face into your hands and give her a kiss.

“Don’t worry. We have lots of time to spare.”

Minju smiles against your lips, kissing back just as lovingly.

The atmosphere shifts into something new. Despite the cool air-conditioning in the car, heat spreads through your skin as Minju climbs onto your lap, moaning softly while her small hands fumble on your belt, trying to undo it.

“Really, Minju? Here?”

Minju laughs. “You started it!”

“Yeah, but…”

“Why? Too scared?”

“Of—of course not.”

Minju grinds against your crotch, her lithe hands holding onto your shoulders. She’s the personification of temptation, a gorgeous devil sent by the underworld to lure you to eternal fire. And somehow, hell feels like paradise to you.

You trace your hands down her body. You love how the white off-shoulder looks on her, offering a lovely view of her curves and defined shoulders. Her shorts are cut high enough to let you grab her silky thigh and tug her closer, groaning at her crotch humping your restrained erection.

“What if the driver hears?” you ask her, still unsure. Though the uncertainty is starting to slowly drift away, you remain concerned about what is happening.

“Let him enjoy the show,” Minju coaxes. Her hands trail down from your shoulders and onto the zipper of your jeans. She palms your bulge for a few good seconds, leaving you panting at the feeling.

She unzips your jeans impatiently then reaches in and pulls out your throbbing dick. Minju wraps her hand around it to give it a few good pumps, eyes remaining on your face to see your reaction, before straddling you even more and sitting on it completely.

The car has begun moving again. Minju moans as the rough road causes the vehicle to shake, making her bounce repeatedly on your dick. She places her hands back on your broad shoulders to hump your crotch by herself.

Groan softly while she rides you. The quick thrusts in and out of her folds bring heaven to earth though you know you don’t deserve it for enjoying this much sinning. You use your hold on her thighs as leverage to thrust up into her, the fabric of the shorts and panties tugged aside a strange but lovely feeling on your member.

Obscene wet sounds start to fill the car along with Minju’s wanton moans. The noises of skin slapping against skin increase when your girlfriend rides you harder.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!”

Each pound into Minju evokes a whiny moan. Her tight curvy body bouncing onto you is a heavenly sight, along with her eyes flickering rolling to the back of her head and her mouth wide open with her tongue sticking out. Her expression contrasts her innocent face.

She looks like a slut. Someone who started out pure and innocent, but fell prey to the sins that seem so addicting.

And you love it.

“Fuck, Minju…” you moan. Lean forward to kiss her deeply, a supporting hand on her back and another on her waist while hers tangle themselves in your hair.

Her small plump tits heave up and down behind her top. Grope one in your hand and knead it like dough. You pull the top up till the hem rests above her breasts, then suck on her tits like a hungry infant.

A strange sensation begins to form at the pit of Minju’s stomach, constantly pulling her towards the edge like a rope.

The rope breaks.

Minju screams when she cums all over you, dampening your jeans and her shorts. Her wetness mingled with her cum stains your thigh as you moan and fuck her onto your dick, determined to reach your own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Minju gasps.

You bite your lip to hold back a groan when you blow, cream squirting from your rod and into her tight cavern. her. Minju quivers as your semen fills her to the brim, cream-like fluids mingling between her folds and spilling on your lap.

She pants exhaustedly, feeling full after the heated session. She tries to lift herself off of your lap, but doing so makes her sensitive pussy cum even more. So she stays there for a while on your lap, moving her hips in circles to wring more cum from you.

Both of you break away from your trance when the car stops.

You look at the driver. You have forgotten that he’s even there. “We’re not there yet,” you inform him confusedly. “Why did you stop?”

The driver turns to the two of you at the back. You realize it’s the first time you’ve seen his face completely in the whole ride.

A smile forms on his face. “Mind if a third joins the party?”

You raise your eyebrows. What does he mean? You weren’t hosting a party—

Oh, wait.

Oh.

Oh.

He means that.

You turn to Minju questioningly. She smiles at you, then turns her body with her back turned to you to face the driver. With a quick tug off of her shorts, she is able to show him her creampied pussy, leaking of cum and her wetness.

“Why not?”

Deal with The Devil

Miyawaki Sakura x M!Reader Smut

A/N: First Sakura smut before many more to cum! Hope it’s good though it’s a quick one :)

Sakura doesn’t see why she should even join her members in the recording studio anymore.

This isn’t what she signed up for at all. Even in AKB48 she is given parts in their songs that she could sing well and comfortably, but after she finished second on Produce 48 and became part of the girl group IZ*ONE, she is given little to nothing to sing.

Why is it like this? The produce show was supposed to be a collaboration between her Japanese group and Mnet, yet the agencies seem to have forgotten about her. It’s almost as if she’s just a backup dancer and not part of a globally successful K-Pop group.

She looks around the recording studio. The instrumental of “Panorama” plays in the room. Wonyoung, the youngest of them, is singing the intro. Minju follows up with her lines, and Nako is given a brief six seconds to sing before the song switches to Yujin.

When her part comes up, she doesn’t have to sing; she has already done her six seconds of singing and has stayed in there with her members.

She supposes it is a bad idea that she has stayed behind. Hearing Chaewon sing the chorus and Eunbi kill the bridge with her powerful chest voice bring her to the edge of jealousy. Sakura is just as vocally capable as the other members; she could do that too. But noooo, all of the singing is left to the Korean girls.

Of course.

“Kkura, are you alright?”

Eunbi has brought down her headphones and has turned to the Japanese girl, a concerned look written on her face.

Sakura nods, forcing a beam. “Yeah! I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” says Eunbi uncertainly. “But if you aren’t, just let me kn—”

“I said I was fine, unnie. God, do you ever shut up?”

Sakura immediately regrets the iciness in her voice when she sees the hurt in Eunbi’s face. Her heart sinks deeper into sadness when the leader nods with a quivering bottom lip then turns back to the mic.

No.

This is not okay.

Sakura has now begun to hurt her members because of her own problems. She wouldn’t even have known if it weren’t for the genuine hurt on Eunbi’s face. She wonders how many times she’s hurt her without knowing.

Just thinking about it makes her sick to the stomach.

Sakura loves her members. She really does. They’ve become her family over the years, and have always supported her in everything she does. For her to repay the leader’s efforts with a sharp tongue feels like inviting people to a grand party and having them wash the dishes after.

Her members do not deserve having her own pain being dropped onto them for something that isn’t their fault.

The jealousy melts away quickly like ice cream in summer. As she sits there on the brown stool with her mouth to the mic and kegs swinging, Sakura tries to figure out a way on how to fix this. Surely there’s another way she can go without simply being jealous and sitting back there with hatred in her heart?

Let’s see. She could fight with the producers to give her lines and have her reputation broken or she can tell Eunbi about this and have her help her come up with a plan to stop being mistreated.

But Eunbi has been solving and figuring out problems for eleven girls for two-and-a-half years already. She barely has time to even think about her own. And Sakura is sure that after her rude remark, Eunbi would not be too enthusiastic about helping her.

Maybe she should…?

Wait.

A bright light is lit inside the dim room of Sakura’s mind. She’s got it! She should go to the office of the CEO and negotiate with him about this! Maybe he would agree with her terms. Hell, she might even get to be center just as she was supposed to be.

“Can you excuse me for a moment?”

Sakura hops off the stool and dashes out of the studio, leaving the eleven girls and the producers with confused faces.

+

The cold in the room is expected, but the feeling of it being as cold as a winter night isn’t.

Sakura enters the office with the air-conditioned wind blowing her pink hair away from her face. She gives herself a point for tying her hair up; if she hadn’t done that, the dyed strands would have poked her eyes and made her look like a mess in front of the CEO.

She wouldn’t want that at all, of course. She’s here to negotiate.

The young CEO doesn’t look up from his phone when she enters. His legs are propped up on the white desk placed in the center of the office, the blazer of his formal suit draped onto his swivel chair. He is still whistling the same old tune Sakura has heard two years ago the first time she came into this office.

“Sir,” Sakura says, clearing her throat. “Sir.”

Even the second repitition of the honorific doesn’t make the man notice her. Sakura rolls her eyes.

“Good morning, sir,” she says anyway, placing her hands behind her back. “I’m Miyawaki Sakura. I’m here to discuss my performance with you, if that’s alright.”

You are the CEO. The sudden voice you hear breaks your focus from your phone. You lift your head and see the Japanese woman standing by the doorway of your office, hands behind her back and her hair tied into a high ponytail.

“Oh, good morning, Ms. Miyawaki,” you say, smiling as you put your phone down. “What brings you here today?”

“As I have just said, sir, I want to discuss with you the amount of parts I have in my group’s songs.”

What group? Was it I’ve or Rocket Punch? But then you remember who she is.

“Oh! IZ*ONE’s songs?”

She nods. “Yes.”

Pull your feet back down from the table and pull your chair towards the table, setting your folded hands above it. It’s not usual that you get any of the members of the group you managed in your office. So if one actually comes up to you, it must be important.

“Of course. Do continue.” You nod, prompting her to resume.

“I have noticed that after ‘La Vie En Rose’, my singing parts seem to have lessened. I don’t understand how’s that so because I’m just as good as a singer as the other members.”

She approaches you at your desk, her shoes tapping in a rhythm on the smooth marble floor. Though her words are formal, the first five undone buttons on her top that show a bit of cleavage is anything but.

Wow, you say to yourself, stunned. You have never really noticed how big Miyawaki’s boobs w—

You shake your head quickly. You are not supposed to look at her like that. Though you’re only a month or so older than her, there’s the office dynamics and politics. It just isn’t right.

You wonder if she has caught you staring.

You look up to Sakura. Oh yeah; she definitely saw that. The smirk on her face and the sultry gaze she throws at you all answer your question.

Shake your head and stand up, crossing your arms. “Ms. Miyawaki, what exactly are you trying to do?” you inquire. You attempt to make your voice intimidating, but it comes out shaky.

She smiles. “Oh, nothing, sir. Just wanted to see if we could negotiate a little…”

“A-And what exactly are you trying to deal with me?”

“Hmmmm.” Sakura taps her chin cutely, pretending to think. “What about this: I get a ten-second line or longer in the next song and a center part.”

Huh, that sounds easy. You have influences on the producers and directors; you can effortlessly tell them what Sakura requests you do, and they’ll obey you instantly.

But what is a negotiation if only Sakura benefits?

“Okay, but what do I get in exchange for me to do that?”

“You like my ponytail, don’t you, oppa?”

What kind of question is that? And what’s with the sudden change of honorifics? Sure, the ponytail looks good. Especially with the pink hair. But everything looks good on Sakura, so what exactly is she trying to tell you here?

“Yeah,” you say, swallowing roughly. “It looks pretty.”

“Won’t it look prettier if your hand is pulling it, forcing me to take it all while you fuck my pretty mouth until you cum?”

H-Huh?

What is she talking about?

Suddenly, she’s not in front of your desk anymore; she has crawled under it, now kneeling before you with her mouth wide open, tongue sticking out.

Your heart is lodged into your throat.

What the hell is happening?

This is the stuff of dreams. Are you sure that this isn’t some lucid wet dream that you’ll think about for days?

But then you feel Sakura’s small hand palm your crotch painfully slow. Her palm brings heat to the tip of your stiffening erection, making your thighs break out in goosebumps. And the innocent face she makes while she does that…

Fuck.

Unzip your pants and pull out your throbbing dick. Sakura’s gasp of surprise is quickly muffled by your cock being lodged in her throat.

Sakura gags around your dick, the intrusion far too big for her small mouth. Despite that, she tries her best, sucking fervently on what she can take and bobbing her head up and down. The choking sounds she makes causes you to thrust further into her warm mouth.

What are you doing? you ask yourself repeatedly, clarity hitting you every once in a while as Sakura traces her tongue on your sensitive spots. Why are you letting the girl who is a member of the group you manage suck you off like this? If you were to take this into office terms, one could say that she’s practically a junior! This isn’t right at all!

You try to reason to yourself. You are in the same age range as hers; she isn’t much younger than you. But what good is no age gap if the power dynamics between the two of you are risky? No matter how much you try to justify this, it’s just wrong.

But why does everything wrong have to feel so good?

You wouldn’t know.

Miyawaki Sakura has plenty of talents; she is a great singer and dancer plus a skilled actress. Not to mention her prettiness. You could see why she’s one of the more famous girls in IZ*ONE.

You discover now, as you stand there in your office with the Japanese woman on her knees sucking your dick, that Miyawaki Sakura’s blowjobs are another one of her hidden talents.

You fall back into your swivel chair with a pleasured sigh. Your rod slips out of her mouth as you do but returns inside just as quickly. She shifts in her position on the floor to between your legs, placing her small hands onto your thighs for leverage. All the while, her big eyes maintain unwavering contact with yours as she keeps blowing you.

“Fuck…” you groan appreciatively, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Sakura withdraws her mouth from your cock and replaces it with her hand. The pumps she gives to it are quick and rough, drawing you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Have I played my end of the deal well?” asks Sakura sweetly, still pumping your cock diligently. She gives the tip a soft suck that renders you gasping, then kisses it lovingly. “Have I, oppa?”

Fuck, her lips are so soft. And her hand is so rough. You nod in response, bucking your hips upwards to fuck her fist.

“Now, will you promise Sakura you’ll give her enough lines for her to be happy?” Her hand fondles your sensitive balls. She pouts pitifully. “Pretty please?”

“Yes! God, yes. Anything you want.”

“Good. Always knew I could count on you, oppa.”

“F-Fuck…Sakura, I’m cumming.”

Hearing your stutters of pleasure, Sakura removes her hand and takes your shaft inside her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down the best she could. You stand up again and wrap your hand around her pink ponytail, roughly fucking her face and savoring her wet mouth coating your dick with salive and her tight throat. She gags and chokes, tears spilling from her blue eyes, but that doesn’t stop you at all.

Finish with a grunt, ejaculating ropes of white cum in her mouth. The heat prickles your skin into goosebumps and makes your knees buckle. Broken gasps leave your lips as Sakura continues sucking harshly on your sensitive tip, drawing more cum from you and making you pull her ponytail further down.

White drops of cream roll down Sakura’s mouth like milk. They roll down her neck and onto the curves of her breasts, staining the black sweater she wears with dark spots. It’s almost like a teenage fantasy seeing Sakura drool with your cum, her mouth stuffed with your meat as the last sparks of euphoria overcome your body.

Except for this isn’t fantasy; this is real life.

Sakura opens her mouth to show you the cum that pools inside, then promptly gulps it down.

“Have we made a deal, oppa?”

“M-Mhm.”

She smiles. “Good. Looking forward to more deals with you.”

You are left in your chair drained and shocked as Sakura gives you one last wink before rising from the floor, buttoning her sweater back up and leaving the room as if nothing happened.

You begin to look forward to the blooming of sakuras even more.

Field Trip

Kim Seola x M!Reader Smut

A/N: I don’t necessarily keep up with Seola nor WJSN, but this photo of her got me writing a really short quickie. Enjoy.

“W-We have to be quiet. We might get caught.”

Seola stutters this out as the students start to pile inside the school bus, excited chattering and laughing filling the inside of the vehicle. Because of the excitement that sifts through the atmosphere, the students are too distracted to even notice you beneath the yellow duck blanket, hands tight around Seola’s quivering milky thighs as your mouth licks and tastes her core thoroughly, your tongue thrusting inside her wetness and sucking her clit.

You pause your ministrations for a moment to give Seola a mischievous smile. “Isn’t that what you want?” you ask her, giving her throbbing clit a good lick. The action provokes a shuddering gasp from her, and so you keep your eyes on her red pleasured face as you gather her wetness from her slit and flick it on her sensitive nub.

“Besides,” you continue, “it will only be your fault if we get caught. You’re always so noisy.”

Seola shakes her head. “N-No, I'm—fuck"—her eyes shut tightly as her hips buck into the air to meet your tongue—"not.”

You smirk into her folds at the obvious lie. You know she loves this as much as you do, no matter how much she denies it. You know very well how wet it makes her when she thinks of the risk it is to have sex in public, and how just the thought of being caught could make her cum without being touched.

So you continue caressing her smooth thighs that are propped onto your shoulders, and fucking your skilled tongue deep inside her, tongue tasting her abundant wetness and nudging her velvety walls.

She whimpers ever-so-softly, fucking herself onto your tongue. She shifts in her seat as her arousal drips on her thighs and onto the bus seat. Seola gasps a little louder when you bite gently onto her pulsing clit, teasing it with the ridges of your teeth before giving it an open-mouthed kiss.

Her erect nipples are sure to be seen protruding in her school uniform top despite the bra and sleeveless shirt she wears beneath it. She tries not to palm one in her hand and instead leans her head on the headrest of the seat, attempting to keep her noises of pleasure at a subtle minimum.

Keep licking and sucking her diligently. You thrust your tongue up into her to nudge and rub her sensitive spots, earning a shuddering gasp from her. Her thighs quickly become snug earmuffs squeezing your head when you swirl your wet tongue around her clit just the way she likes, obscene wet noises sure to be heard by keen ears.

“FFFuck…”

“Oh, hi, Hyunjung! Didn’t know you were here! Long time no see!”

You could already see Seola’s fearful face. Smirk as you fuck your tongue into her more roughly, sweet nectar spilling onto your tongue and down your chin.

You know she’s close by the way her thighs wrap tighter around your neck. But you also know that she can’t cum just like that because someone has come to talk to her, and when she orgasms, oh boyy.

“H-Hi, Eunseo,” she replies shakily. She pulls the blanket further up her lap. “How are you doing?”

Eunseo laughs cheerfully. “Why are your cheeks so red? It’s just me! Can I sit here?”

“No!”

The panicked refusal from Seola is sure to bring some kind of alarm. And it does; Eunseo is immediately concerned, noticing rhe way she shifts too in her seat and the whimpers she lets out.

“I mean…n-no,” Seola stutters, trying to compose herself properly. She whimpers when the kid kicking her seat from the back shoves her repeatedly onto your tongue. “Sorry, I’ve been having a rough day.”

“Oh! Mind if you talk about it?”

Seola covers her face. Her gasps become concerningly loud. She bites her plump lip and tries to mask the whole thing with fake sobs. “It’s just getting—harder, harder.”

You know her more than anyone does, so only you can detect the disguised pleads. Basking in the musky feminine scent of her pussy, you amplify your licking.

“Is that so? In what way?”

“Ohh! Ohh! I’m close…” Seola’s breath is caught in her throat. “C-Close to just—ending it all, I mean. So…close.”

Nuzzle your nose on her nub and she screams, biting down on the back of her hands as she orgasms. Her sweet nectar spills onto your tongue.

Delicious.

You don’t let a drop go to waste; you slurp her juices like a delicious drink, savoring the taste and the quiver of her hips as your tongue remains relentless despite the orgasm, and the higher risk of getting caught.

“Poor Hyunjung,” says Eunseo sympathetically. “You must be really stressed out today, no?”

Seola just nods along to her words. “Yes.”

She steals a glance at you nibbling on her clit, and she whimpers and nods again. “Yes.”

You wonder what would happen if you make yourself seen.

Let’s find out.

Neko Ni Naritai

Choi Yena x M!Reader Smut

A/N: A really, really really quick first one for Yena. Please forgive me.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Curious, you pull it out from there and chrck to see who’s trying to contact you. Maybe it’s Yujin who will tell you she broke the latest pair of glasses she bought again, or Nayeon bugging you about anything under the sun.

But much to your surprise, it is neither Yujin nor Nayeon. On your bright cellphone screen are the words “CHOI YENA”, along with a circle picture of her cute face.

Huh! It’s not common for her to call you; usually she would just fire up your inbox with endless messages of her endless thoughts. But you click the green “answer call” button anyway and press the screen of your phone to your ear.

“Hey, Yena,” you say as you continue walking down the road to home.

A loud, childish voice screams at your ear from the other end of the line. “Hi oppa! I know you’re coming home soon but I really wanted to tell you something right now.”

“Really? Whatever about?”

“Wellll, let’s just say…I have a surprise for you!”

You crack a small smile at her words. “Aww, Yens, you really didn’t have to do that. It’s not even my birthday or anything.”

“But I want to! Since—since it’s Halloween I thought that I should try to do something for you.”

“That’s sweet of you, thanks.”

You pause at a milk tea stand to purchase a few cups of it, knowing Yujin and Yena love the drink. Sometimes you even joke that Yena loves milk tea more than she loves you. After telling the lady behind the stand your order, you continue to talk to your girlfriend over the phone.

“Anyways, Eunbi unnie will help me with the surprise. So whatever she does, just go along with it, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m going to be home soon anyway.”

“That’ll be 6,000 won, sir,” the lady tells you cheerfully.

You raise your shoulder to pin your cellphone to your it as you go through your wallet for the money. After you hand her the money, the lady hands you a transparent plastic bag with the milk tea cups inside. You thank her briefly then leave the stand.

“Oh, oppa? You got me milk tea?” asks Yena excitedly.

“Of course I did. I got you an extra large one so you won’t ‘accidentally’ drink Yujin’s again.”

“Hey, it was really on accident!”

You chuckle amusedly. “I doubt it,” you tell her. “I’ll talk to you later, Yens. I gotta take the taxi. Love you.”

“Get home soon for your surprise!”

+

“I’ll be taking that!”

Right after getting home and hopping off the taxi, Yujin sprints towards you and snatches the bag of milk teas from you. She does it so quickly that if she has not spoken, you would not have noticed the bag missing from your fist.

“Wait, those aren’t all yours; Yena’s is in there too.”

“Oh, right! Hi oppa!” Yujin peeks inside the bag and jumps giddily. “Yena unnietold me to get out of here as soon as you come home. I didn’t want to so she said I can have her milk tea. After that I agreed.”

Huh, that’s kind of weird coming from Yena. Yena would never give up food for anything.

Or maybe Yujin is lying.

Oh, who cares? You’re home now, and you can always buy Yena another milk tea. Hou wave Yujin good-bye and tell her to walk home safe.

You are glad to be home. You open the door of the dormitory and step into the place, expecting Yena to rush at you and cause the two of you to crash on the floor in a flurry of kisses and “ow, that was my thigh!"s and giggling.

Silence.

Where did the noise that always crashes the IZ*ONE dorms go? Twelve girls would surely make a lot of noise. But today, the dormitories are deathly quiet.

The lights are turned off, so the darkness of the dorm matches the night sky outside. You could barely see anything. The only thing that helps you is the fact that you are familiar with the place.

Is this another one of Yena’s pranks?

Oh well. Surely—

"Hey, oppa.”

“Ahh!”

Your soul jumps out of your body that very second. Turn around with a nearly dead heart to look for the owner of the disembodied voice.

Oh, thank God. It’s just Eunbi.

“Jesus Christ! Eunbi, what the hell?!” you say annoyedly.

She giggles. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What are you doing?”

“What Yena told me to do. Close your eyes and I’ll lead the way.”

A black piece of cloth darkens your vision. Your suspicions increase in number as Eunbi ties the knot behind your head. “And what exactly is she planning?”

“Just trust me, you’ll like it.”

You are not about to trust anyone Yena has told to do something. Though you remain uncertain, you go through with it anyway. You still want to see the surprise, whatever it may be.

You feel Eunbi lead you through a couple turns through the halls. You bump against the wall sometimes, but you use your hands to feel your directions. The blind journey finally reaches its destination with a click of a doorknob being turned and the swing of a door.

The blindfold is quickly withdrawn from your eyes. The lights return back on.

You try to register everything. By the surroundings, you can tell this is the room you and Yena share. However, nothing is out of the ordinary.

What happened? You thought this is supposed to be a surprise.

You do not notice anything different until you look down at your feet.

There, on the floor, is your girlfriend Choi Yena on her knees. Both of her hands are raised in a way to make them seem like paws. Her grayish-blue hair has two cat ears clipped above it.

She is dressed in a black dress with sleeves made of fishnets, a contrast to her white skin. A tail is attached to the back of her poofy skirt.

Her bright eyes look up at you excitedly. “Meow,” she says. “Hi, oppa.”

“Oh my god.”

Eunbi smirks. She mutters something along the lines of “told you it was going to be good” before leaving the two of you behind for privacy, closing the door behind her.

Your jaw drops to the floor as you gawk at the girl on her knees, constantly asking yourself internally if this is a dream.

And if it is, you pray you would never wake up; Yena is the hottest catgirl you’ve ever seen.

“Yena!” Gasp her name as you cup a hand to your open mouth.

“Do you like my surprise, oppa?” she asks you coyly with a mischievous smile. “You’ve got yourself a kitty. I even have a tail. See?”

“H-How did—how did you know I…”

Yena rubs her cheek against you before undoing your zipper with her hands. “Well, you know how you always call me 'kitten’ when we have sex?” She pulls out your stiffening cock and pumps it with her small hand—paw—slowly, looking up eagerly at your face for approval. “So then I thought"—she gives your tip an open-mouthed kiss; you shudder at the feeling of her wet tongue—"why don’t I be oppa’s pet for a little surprise Halloween gift"—she teases your slit with her tongue before sucking harshly on your tip, her words garbled as she speaks with the head of your cock in your mouth—"and so I did! You like it?”

Fuck. The feeling of her mouth is too good. And that combined with her wearing that sexy cat costume? Simply heaven.

“This is the best Halloween I’ve ever had,” you tell her in between moans as she starts bobbing her head up and down. All the while, her big bright eyes remain on yours.

“Glad to hear it! Fuck your little kitten, oppa!”

Oh, you will. Both ways.

But you must enjoy this nice, slow blowjob first of all. Always good to take things slow.

Your head throws back on the door as Yena takes you into her mouth. Her ducky soft lips are just perfect for this; it is like they were created specifically for the purpose of sucking you off.

Guhk. Guhk. Guhk.

The obscene sounds of your dick hitting the back of Yena’s throat have such a way of turning you on. The way Yena’s plump cheeks are hollowed to stuff them with cock also causes your cock to become stiffer, your sensitive spots stimulated by her talented tongue.

How could such a cute baby duckling become a seductive kitten? You wouldn’t know.

“Oh fuck, Yena…”

For such an innocent face, one would not expect Yena to give such good blowjobs. She’s a very experienced kitten, taking your cock down her tight throat with little difficulty. One could even see the imprint of your cock going to and fro if they were to flip her over. She takes your cock until her lips wrap around the base, bobs her head backwards, then repeats it.

It’s a lovely cycle, one that drives you crazy with each repitition. To and fro, to and fro, to and fro, to and fro, to and—

“Fuck!”

As a good owner, one of your responsibilities is to feed your kitten good, creamy milk to keep her happy. As cum ejaculates from your cock, Yena takes it all like a good kitten, not letting one drop go to waste. Soon, her plump cheeks look like they are going to burst from being filled too much with cum.

Cutie, you think, grinning. But there’s one last thing left…

“Swallow it.”

Yena beams, obeying her master’s words. She promptly gulps down the cum in her mouth, then proudly shows how well she did it by opening her mouth as proof of her doing.

“Good kitten,” you praise her, petting her hair. “You deserve a reward for being so good. And for this surprise.”

“Yes, please oh please.” Yena nods repeatedly. “Please destroy your kitty’s pussy. Please, please please please.”

You gaze down at her, wondering if you should accept the the tempting offer. You can do numerous other things to her other than go straight to fucking her…should you reward her immediately?

The answer is written on her face. The pouty lips and adoring eyes say it all.

“Oh, alright,” you finally agree. “But only because you’re so cute.”

Just so cute.

A little too cute.

A little too…

What happens after is a blur.

No more gentleness, no more sweet words. All your actions are by impulse of lust.

You grab Yena by her long hair and pull her up to her feet. Her yelp of surprise falls on deaf ears; gather her thin wrists in one hand and bend her over the bed.

Though Yena is your kitten, you intend to take her like a dog in heat, doggy style. The irony makes you almost chuckle in the midst of your lust, but your mind can only think of Yena in that little black cat costume, and how your only purpose right now is to fuck this catgirl’s brains out.

You pull the skirt up to her stomach, a curtain to Yena’s cute little butt and wet pussy, dripping down on the sheets and creating a mess.

You don’t think of that right now; you raise your hand as high as you can and deliver a firm spank to Yena’s ass. Her moan is high-pitched and whiny. Repeat the action to see her more wetness mingle in between the glistening folds, and a red hand print form on the pale cheek.

“Inside, please,” begs Yena, quivering with excitement. “Please fuck your little catgirl senseless.”

Anything for such a good kitten.

You shove your cock into her. She gasps, her arms supporting her on the bed trembling at the first thrust. At the second one, she collapses completely, a gasping mess of moans on the bed, face buried in the sheets.

Yena is as tight as ever. It surprises you how although you have fucked her many times when the younger members are away, each session with her is just as good as the last, if not better.

Your hips slap against her ass, the clapping sounds echoing in the room. They are accompanied with lewd wet sounds that could give anyone who passes by the bedroom more to the imagination about what is happening inside.

But you don’t care one bit; you bask in the sounds of Yena moaning your name shamelessly, and the way her hands grip the sheets tighter after every deep thrust into her pussy.

“B-Best—reward ever,” Yena whines out. Her eyes are shut tightly, trying to cope with the fervent thrusts that make the bed frame creak and her let out unrestrained moans. “Fuck!”

Yena is rendered swearing and panting by your aimless thrusts. She begins to push her hips back to meet your cock too, letting out a sound near to a scream whenever you rub a certain spot inside her. It’s a good thing she is lying down on the bed; if she had not, she would have been collapsed on the floor right now.

The pressure gathering in the bottom of Yena’s stomach finally gives way. Her pussy tightens yet at the same time stretches to accomodate your cock disappearing between her wet lips, a sudden scream piercing the air.

“Mmmph! Mmmph! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Her walls tightening around you brings you to the edge too. You groan loudly as you cum inside her, her cunt milking you dry.

Your thrusts begin to slow down till they come to a full halt. Pants make your shoulders heave with exhaustion from the session. Yena, equally as tired as you, is limp on the bed, her legs dangling off the side.

It takes a while for you to regain the strength to move. You slowly pull your flaccid cock out of Yena and collapse beside her on the bed.

It takes an even longer while for you to regain the strength to speak, but when you do, you turn to face her with a grateful smile on your face. “That—was an amazing surprise, Yena. Thank you.”

“Well, you should show more of how thankful you are 'cause this kitty’s going feral.”

Suddenly, Yena has climbed on top of you, straddling your waist. She leans down till her face is only inches away from yours, a mischievous smile playing at her lips.

You smirk. “Bring it on.”

The tables have turned for you and Choi Yena, and you couldn’t wait to discover what she could do to you the moment they do.

Backstage

Kim Winter x M!Reader Smut

There are many ways to congratulate a loved one on an achievement that both of you are equally proud of. Too many, but let’s list a few: taking them to a café, buying them a book, ordering them a cake, holding a party…

Fucking her against the mirror?

Yeah, that works too.

You and Winter know the risks of doing this, though you still have gone through with the frantic fucking. Of course, it’s difficult to think of risks when you are pounding her against the mirror, but you try your best to remember.

“Haaah, oh my god! Fuck!”

One, she’s a newly debuted K-Pop idol. Surely the media would love rough, public sex with an unnamed boyfriend to be the first thing to be reported about æspa’s visual Winter. God, they would eat it up like wolves.

But this is why you are having sex with her right now, right? Because she has finally achieved her dream and debuted?

Winter’s hands grip the sides of the cream-colored mirror frame, her cheek pressed against the mirror as her own small frame shakes under the force of your thrusts. She’s enjoying it, nevertheless; her moans are loud and high-pitched, and her tight pussy swallows your cock fully, clenching on it as if refusing to let it go.

“Ahh—ahh, daddy!”

Two, this is in public. Anyone can easily snap a photo of you fucking Winter senseless, and any of the Aespa members could pass by and see you. The CCTVs are on too, recording every single second of your frantic fucking.

But what good is life without danger? And wouldn’t the men behind the CCTVs enjoy the show?

Wrap Winter’s wavy blonde hair in your fist and yank it downwards, forcing her to watch the sinful act the two of you engage in being reflected in the mirror. But even the hair-pulling you do would not have her see the scene playing out in front of her; her flickering ocean blue eyes are lulled to the back of her head.

“Harder…harder, please!”

And finally, third…

You realize you cannot think of any. Your mind is in a lusted trance, only capable of thinking of Winter and her tight slim body being pounded against the mirror.

Fuck!

You shove harder upwards, hitting her cervix and also a certain spot that has her moans increase in volume, echoing down the halls of the SBS building.

You reach for her delectable breasts under the black jacket, feeling and squeezing her mounds above the pink skimpy stage outfit. She moans wantonly, sensitivity running through her body which you greedily grope and caress, loving the feeling of the tight slim body shaking at the force of your thrusts.

“Little slut,” you say, roughly tunring her around and slamming her back on the mirror, not stopping your unrelenting thrusts. Your degrading words are like the opposite to Winter, evoking more slick from her that coats your cock and a whimper.

In this position you can see her pleasured face: her lower lip tucked under her teeth, eyes shut tightly, and cheeks red from the stimulation. That is all you have to see for you to arrive closer and closer to the edge; all it would take is just another—

Winter orgasms first. Her skin prickles and she lets out a whiny cry as she comes, her legs quivering like a leaf under rain and wrapping tighter around your waist.

Although her name would suggest another thing, the rain is a spray of her cum and wetness on the floor. You follow up with a grunt as you release too, fluids mingling and mixing with her own and filling her to the brim with hot, sticky cum.

Winter gasps in your arms in exhaustion, her shoulders heaving up and down. Her eyes take notice of your cum that has stained the little outfit she is supposed to wear for her debut stage, the fluid down her thighs.

“My god. You ruined my dress.” But her words are not out of alarm. Instead they are light, and her lips let out a mischievous laugh one makes after doing something they weren’t supposed to do.

“You can ask the stylist for another one.”

“This is the only one I can wear to dance properly!”

“Do you seriously think that after what we did you would be able to dance?”

Now Winter’s cheeks are the same color as the ruined dress: a soft shade of pink among white. She punches you in the shoulder playfully, the two of you sharing a laugh.

You gently set her down on her feet before giving her forehead a soft kiss. “Good luck with the debut.”

Halloween Chainmail

Kang Hyewon x M!Reader Smut

Warnings: mentions of blood

A/N: Happy Halloween, horny motherfuckers! Here’s a Hyewon smut queued for today in response to this ask.

October 31st, Halloween night.

Not that the date in particular means anything to you. You were raised by strict Catholic parents, the kind who believed that Halloween is evil and satanic. Though you don’t believe in that too much, the nonchalantness of Octobers certainly left its imprint on you growing up.

While your friends go out to pull pranks on poor passers-by and dress up as cartoon characters, you stay at home eating dinner (dinner is a fancy word for ice cream), your dog sleeping on its rug near the island table and the blaring news on the television falling on deaf ears.

You stay on the sofa of your home eating ice cream. Mint chocolate ice cream to be exact. You don’t like the flavor too much, but Chaewon has bugged you over and over to try it.

And honestly? It’s not that bad. You might buy another tub of this flavor.

Scoop another spoonful of ice cream in your mouth. Yum. Definitely buying another tub. This stuff is good good.

Right after you finish the spoonful, your phone vibrates on your lap. Curious to see the notification, you briefly switch the phone on to check.

What appears on your screen is a message from Yena. You tap on it with your thumb expectantly, assuming they would be pictures from the Halloween party she’s attending.

But instead of photos, she has sent a long message.

“PLEASE FORWARD & SPREAD!!!!

Once you have read this message, there is no going back. Today is Halloween, the day devils, witches and sinners hunt out prey to sacrifice to Satan. If you don’t forward this to 10 people, supernatural beings will knock at your door. I’m Sure Only 2 Percent will share this!”

Yeah, you mumble to yourself. Of course only 2 percent of people will spread this; it’s a fucking chainmail! What a bunch of losers seeking interactions by creating some dumb message only fifth graders would believe.

And out of all people, Yena is the one who sent this to you. Sure, Yena is childish, but she isn’t this childish.

You roll her eyes and send her your response.

You: u seriously believe this stuff? lol

Yenabisss: ? It’s true

You: I’m not falling for ur halloween pranks again

Yenabisss: No sriously. Its true

Yena’s tricks are not worth your time. She probably thought you would actually get scared of the chainmail. This is by far her weakest trick.

And even if by some slim chance it is true, you seriously doubt that the devil could withstand the strong storms that are currently pouring down your neighborhood.

Speak of the devil: thunder suddenly booms outside. You hear dogs barking loudly as if they are panicking about the storm. From your window, you could see a flash of lightning strike the black sky. Someone’s kid screams in fear.

Yeah, you’re convinced that even witches and devils stay home on rainy days. They must hate the weather.

Not you, though. If anything, this is an ideal Friday night for you; the weather is cold enough for you to be able to wear socks and you get to have a fun time being alone. Being alone in your house gives you the freedom to eat all the ice cream in the fridge, blast music, play with your dog and masturbate.

Being alone does—

A knock bangs against your door. Then another, this time more urgent.

You check the time. Huh, that’s weird. Yena isn’t supposed to be home for another two hours.

“Please! Please help me!”

Goosebumps spread across your skin. What the hell is that?

The knocking becomes more violent. The disembodied feminine voice increases in volume. You could hear sobbing and pleads muffled by your door, each one ending in a loud cry of despair.

Heart beating loudly, you dash quickly to your door without a thought and throw it open.

There, in your doorway, is a woman dressed in black. Her tears make dark spots on the black blouse she wears.

“Thank God!” she exclaims. She bows repeatedly to you, hands cupping her mouth. “I’m so sorry, sir. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s alright,” you assure her. “You don’t have to bow to me or call me sir.” You pull her up from her bowing by her elbows. “What happened? Why are you out all by yourself?”

“The—those witches…they tried to get me. Tried to take me into this van to try and sacrifice me. And I managed to get away but I don’t know what t-to do…”

You are more alarmed. Witches? Sacrifice? This world is small and scary.

Maybe Yena’s chainmail has some of its truths.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. That sounds so…” Shudder just thinking of being forced into a van in the middle of the night to be slaughtered like a lamb. “But if you like, you can stay here for the night.”

“R-Really?” Hope suddenly appears in her face. She bows again. “Thank you, thank you so much, sir! I’ll forever be thankful.”

“It’s no problem at all, seriously. You’re welcome…” Your voice trails off.

She finishes it for you. “Hyewon! My name is Hyewon.”

You welcome Hyewon into your home. She gladly enters, her legs trembling as she does. Thankfully, she isn’t too drenched from the rain to be able to leave puddles on the floor.

She’s shivering badly, and the extremely high-cut shorts that disappear under the dark blouse do not help her. The heels make her stumble too. Remind yourself to offer her a blanket afterwards.

“You can help yourself to anything from the fridge,” you say, leading her to the kitchen. “I think I can make some mushroom soup for you. If only I could find the thingy…” You start opening cabinets to search for the mushroom soup packet. You are only met with several canned goods and cartons of milk.

Hyewon shakes her head. “No no, I’m okay with whatever is here. Thank you so much, by the way. And—ahh!”

Her yelp draws your attention. As Hyewon was looking through your refrigerator, your dog has started barking aggressively at her. Its ears and tail are drooping, but its barks are as loud as ever.

Another weird thing about tonight, you note. Your dog rarely barks at anyone, even strangers.

“Hey! Bad dog!”

“He's…friendly,” says Hyewon uncertainly as she picks out a pitcher of red juice.

“I’m sorry, he’s never like this. I wonder what’s wrong.”

Scoop your tiny dog up in your arms, trying to restrain it. You know your dog wouldn’t dare bite anyone, but in that moment as it yaps and growls at Hyewon, you swear it seems like it is going to do so to her.

Guess you have to put it in your room again.

“I’ll just put this little guy upstairs. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. In fact, I might come with you. I need to…do something. If you don’t mind of course!”

“Not—not at all,” you tell her, your words being interrupted by your dog’s crazy barks. “There are spare clothes in the attic just down the corner.”

“Thank you!”

You pretend to be busy with telling your pet to stay in your room. But as you close the door of your room to lock your dog in, you look in the corner of your eye to gaze at Hyewon’s long, smooth legs. Your gaze trails up to her thick thighs barely covered by the ends of the blouse and the shorts. Each second of staring at her sparks unwanted thoughts in your head.

She has such a pretty face too. Those big puppy eyes and…

Knock your head lightly against your door to push the thoughts away. You are supposed to be helping her, not eyeing her like a Christmas gift. Doing so just makes you as worse as the witches who tried to hurt her, and it’s Halloween! Christmas is not until December.

You rest your back against the bedroom door, shutting your eyes. Don’t think about her body, don’t think about her body, don’t think about her body, don't—

A crash resounds from the attic.

“Hyewon? Are you okay?”

Silence.

You are immediately concerned. What if she has hurt herself? She really wouldn’t need an injury after her trouble with the witches. You jog up the small set of stairs up to the attic and open the door.

The lights die.

Before the fear could settle in, the door is shut by Hyewon pinning you to it, her body pressed against yours. In the little moonlight that spills in the room through the small windows, you could see her eyes flared up with lust.

What the hell is happening?

“Hyewon—”

“I’m so so sorry,” she gasps, pulling away. She tangles her hands in her hair. “I’m so sorry.”

She inches herself away from you. Her hands cup her face as she tries to register in her mind what she has done.

You have just as much trouble taking this all in as she is. Why has the girl you have taken in to help her escape from witches slammed you to the door? And why is she acting so…weird?

“I’m so sorry,” she repeats for what seems like the hundredth time. She is now on the floor, crouching and covering her embarrassed face with her hands and dark hair.

“Why did you do that? Are you okay?”

“I’m just so…hungry.”

You don’t understand. “W-What do you mean?”

Hyewon slowly looks up at you. When she does, you’re stunned to see her panting as if she has just run a marathon. Her eyes are dangerously bright, and as she pants, a sliver of a pointed tooth peeks out from her plump lips.

Oh my god.

Is this real?

No, no, it couldn’t be! Vampires don’t exist! This is…this is just some prank Yena carefully set up to scare you, right?

Right?

But no. Hyewon is out of breath crouching on the floor, drool dripping down her chin. She’s getting weaker every second that passes by without blood to drink.

What the hell? So Yena was right! Hyewon would not have appeared at your door if you had just forwarded the damn chainmail.

But at the same time, you are glad you did not.

You could only get so hard.

“It’s alright,” you stammer. “You’ve had a rough night. I’ll help you in any way I can.”

Hyewon shakes her head. “No, you don’t understand—”

“I do, actually.”

You do not know what you are doing. Wait, yes, of course you know what you’re doing: right after the poor girl you took in reveals that she is a vampire, you are—

“You can…you can have me as dinner. My treat.”

You are offering her to feed off of you.

“I can? You’re serious?”

Nod shakily. “I want to help you as much as I can. Even if it’s up to this.”

Hyewon licks her lips in anticipation upon seeing your bare neck. But she curls her hands into fists to try and hold herself back.

“It will hurt,” she warns as she steps closer, eyes locked onto your neck. “And—and I might get carried away.”

“It’s okay.”

It’s okay.

Hyewon’s sudden dash of speed towards you is a hazy blur. She knocks you against the door again, the impact of it on your back making you groan. Her leg slips around your waist as her lips meet your neck.

Then it happens.

Her fangs sink into your skin. Your mouth opens but no scream comes out. It’s like her teeth are injecting liquid Viagras in you because what she is doing only makes you harder.

Her crotch grinds against your own. She moans as blood bleeds from your neck, her eager tongue lapping it all up.

“Fuck, you’re so delicious,” Hyewon pants lowly as she pulls away. Blood stains the side of her mouth, and her breaths are heavy, tired pants.

She scans your body hungrily. A smile cracks on her face. “Perhaps I could repay you for the pain?” she offers slyly. Her tongue darts out to clean the blood that settles on her bottom lip.

You are still in shock。Her blood-dazed expression with your blood dripping from her lips awakens a strange feeling inside you. So you nod compliantly, eager to have more of the vampire.

“You can touch anywhere you like,” she murmurs, and your breath hitches when her lips wrap around your pulse point and suck fervently on it. “It dulls the pain well.”

“It does?”

Hyewon smiles. “Try it.”

Her invitation is too tempting. You grope her ass, squeezing the supple buttcheek in your palm. You trail it to her thigh, using it as leverage to grind more of your erection against her.

She’s right; the pain is almost forgettable when you touch her. And so you do: you roam your hands all over her body, giving her firm ass a slap and squeezing her thighs in your hands. She hisses in between her teeth, and you cannot tell if the reason for it is your touch or your blood.

Why not both?

You whimper helplessly when she bites down harder. Your cock still throbs needily against her center. “Hyewon, please.”

“Hm?” She raises her head to look at you.

“I need…”

“Hm? Oh, of course.”

Pull her flimsy black shorts and underwear to the side. You let out a sigh of pleasure when you feel your dick finally enter her.

Hyewon starts to rock her hips back and forth onto you; her wet cavern massages your rod. She gasps into your neck and bites your skin harder, hands tightening around your shoulder and waist to cope with the slow, forceful thrusts that rub her sensitive spots each time.

She’s so hot.

Overcome with lust, you grab Hyewon quickly and switch your positions so that now she is the one who is on the door. You deliver quick, aimless thrusts into her pussy as her soft moans fill the room.

The face she makes almost makes you blow right there and then. Her head is thrown back against the door and her eyes lull to the back of her head. Pleasured pants come out of her open mouth, her tongue hanging out from it. To think this insanely gorgeous vampire has come here out of pure chance urges you to believe that maybe God is real.

Hot sparks of pleasure make your skin prickle. “Fuck, I’m close.”

“Then cum for me. Cum in my tight little pussy till your cum spills down my thighs.”

Though Hyewon may be flawless, her mouth is certainly very dirty. But you obey her, pumping into her a few more times before ejaculating hot, sticky cream in between her folds.

Hyewon moans at the feeling of your shaft spurting endless ropes of cum inside her. She rolls her hips in circles in an attempt to completely milk you of semen, biting her lip as her own orgasm causes her body to spasm and quiver. She squeezes around your stiff cock and grinds against it to draw out her climax.

You stay inside her for some time, both of you too exhausted to make another move. All that you could hear in the small attic are echos of Hyewon’s gasps and pants.

Now, you slowly pull out your now-limp dick. She moans when your sensitive tip accidentally brushes against her pulsing nub.

You gasp exhaustedly. You are still in a state of shock, but if vampires fucked this good, you certainly would not mind if they exist, or if another one comes knocking at your door.

“That was…the best sex I’ve had in a while.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says with a grin. “You’re quite delicious.”

Is that a compliment? Maybe it is; it only sounds weird because you’re not a vampire.

“T-Thank you.”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll come back for more.”

You glance at the bite marks littered on your shoulders and neck. They look painful; the marks are deep and red. Some of them still bleed. You wonder how delicious your blood must be for the marks to look these rough.

You are about to ask Hyewon about them. You are about to ask her a lot of other questions, but when you look up, she is gone.

Happy Halloween, you guess?

Technique

Kwon Eunbi x M!Reader Smut

Warnings: just lots of rare subby Eunbi, fingering, embarrassed sex

A/N: This has been in my drafts since forever. Finally had the time to edit. Very mediocre quick-paced piece but enjoy.

“Heyyy! What’s up!”

“Hi, Eunbi, what are you up to?”

“Nothing much!”

Eunbi struggles to keep along with your walking. Her white sneakers shuffle on the marble floor too quickly, and she would have slipped if it weren’t for your hands catching her by the elbows.

“Easy there, bunny. What’s the sudden rush?”

“Ah—oh! Thank you, oppa.”

You smile at the surprise on her face. She has always been super clumsy, so it’s only natural instinct to you now to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself anywhere.

That’s what friends are for, right?

Eunbi sighs in relief. “Thank you. Just want to ask you something, if you like?”

“Sure. Anything!”

“Do I really sing well like you tell me?”

You are stunned at her question. It’s like being asked if breathing is important to live, to which the answer is a very obvious: “Of course!”

“Really?”

“Of course!” you repeat. “Why? What’s the matter?”

“I don’t think it’s good anymore. Because of… because of my… I can’t remember the word. It’s called…” She taps her finger on her lips to give you a hint while her shoe taps rhythms onto the floor.

“Oh!” You figure it out when you hear the odd sound in her S’s. “You mean your lisp?”

“Mhm!”

“Aw, that’s nonsense,” you tell her, shaking your head. “It’s cute. And you still sing just as well with it.”

You’re not even just telling her this because she’s your best friend; you’re telling her this because it’s just true. Her lisp is too endearing to even be considered a flaw. When she speaks, the way she pronounces her Z’s and S’s makes you crack a smile. Her singing is so powerful that sometimes you struggle to believe that mature of a voice is coming from such a cute girl. The lisp really does not make a difference.

But Eunbi seems to be convinced otherwise. “Teacher told me I sang badly. She said I had to pronounce better. I dunno what to do.”

“Aww, it’s okay,” you tell her, patting her cheek and giving it a pinch. She whines when you pinch too hard. “You sing very well. Don’t worry too much about it.”

“That doesn’t exactly help!”

You smile a little at her pouts, but also see how her statement is right. Simply telling someone not to worry is the most useless piece of advice in the world. If anything, it only fuels the worry.

However you really have no idea how to help her. She’s one of the best vocalists in the program yet she refuses to believe it just because she can’t pronounce her S’s right. How could you convince her otherwise?

Eunbi stands there in front of you, jumping slightly every now and then, waiting for your response. As she does, the drooping light pink ribbon tied around her collar bounces along with her.

Fuck, she’s too cute. What should you do?

“Oh, alright.” You give in. “I’ll help you with your… lisp.”

“Yay! Thank you, oppa. Where and when?”

“Later after guitar class in the dance practice room. That okay?”

“Better than okay,” she says cheerfully. “Thank you!”

She leans up on her tiptoes to give you a kiss on the cheek, then skips away with lighter, happier steps.

The kiss leaves a pink stain onto your cheek, and also a strange red color to it. Oh wait, that’s you blushing.

Place your fingers on the spot she kissed. Smile to yourself before leaving for your own performing arts class, the heat left by the sweet gesture lingering on both your face and mind.

+

“Oooh, what’s that on your face?”

You roll your eyes. “Yena, I’m not falling for the same trick again. I know that you’ll hit me the moment I look up.”

“No, you idiot! You have a kiss mark on your face.”

“I know,” you reply briefly, continuing your strumming on the guitar. The pads of your fingers have imprints of the strings on them that hurt a little, but what’s gain without pain?

A minor. Up-down-up-up-down-up.

G. Down-down-up-up-down-up-down-down-up.

A minor.

G.

E.

Perfect.

“Tell me who did it,” Yena prods, bumping your shoulder with her own with a mischievous smile.

Yena is one of your friends who you never seem to catch a break from. She’s always dreaming up pranks for you and fooling you into them. Her teasing is endless, but she’s one of your good friends, so you bear with it.

“No one” is your response.

You look around the classroom, observing your classmates studying chords and tuning their guitars.

The noises of strumming mixing in with each other are loud, but you have long been used to it to even see it as a hindrance to your guitar learning. If anything, it helps drown out your other thoughts and Yena’s loud voice.

But the drowning out Yena’s voice benefit doesn’t work this time.

“It can’t just be no one,” says Yena stubbornly. “Who is it? I won’t tell anyone.”

“Alright, I’ll spill.”

Yena squeals with excitement. She always loves a good secret.

You lean in secretively to her ear and cup your hand over it. “Someone named None of Your Business.”

She yells frustratedly, punching your shoulder. You ignore her completely and space out.

While you do, you forget everything. You forget that you’re supposed to be learning the new song on your guitar. You forget Yena shouting complaints in your face. You forget the loud noises of strumming in the room.

What you don’t forget is Eunbi.

Just thinking about being with her makes a strange hot sensation in your stomach. It’s a giddy, bubbly feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach and spreads to the core of your heart. You are always with Eunbi because she’s your best friend, but today you feel different about it. You look forward to seeing her after this class.

But you still have no idea to help her. You’re basically scamming her into spending time with you. She doesn’t deserve that!

You sigh. Oh well, you’ll come up with something when you get there.

+

You did not come up with something when you got there.

Maybe it’s because you have been too distracted by thinking about Eunbi that you have forgotten what you offered to do.

You only remember what you promised when you enter the room to a crying Eunbi sitting in the corner on the floor, hands hugging her legs to herself and her face hidden behind the strands of brown hair dangling on the sides of her head.

But by now you are distracted again. This time it is because of her crying.

“Hey, Eun, are you alright?”

Shuffle to the corner on the smooth floor and check on her and lean the pink guitar against the wall. You place a hand on the back of the white uniform vest and rub it up and down. Her sobs tremble beneath your palm.

“Hey,” you repeat softly. “Are you okay?”

Eunbi lifts her head from her knees to look at you. You see that her eyes are red and her face wet from tears. She shakes her head.

Your heart melts like wax beneath a flame.

You wrap your arms around her and rock her gently, kissing her hair. Lift her onto your lap and try to lift her face. She allows you to, but the second you do, she suddenly hides her face again.

The silence only broken by her sobs lasts for just a few minutes. She lifts her head again and mumbles something.

You don’t catch it the first time. “Hm? What did you say?”

“Can’t do it anymore,” she whispers, wiping her eyes with her blue sleeve.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just not good enough.”

“That’s simply not true,” you tell her. “I promised to help you, didn’t I?”

“M-Mhm.”

“And that’s what I’m going to do. Look, I found out that lisps can—”

You stop. You have just noticed something odd.

Eunbi’s hand is slipped underneath her shorts, moving against the fabric. Her thighs are shaking with each movement, and her head is hidden behind her hair again.

What the hell?

“Eunbi! What are you doing!”

You’ve caught her. As the net of realization drops upon Eunbi, she yelps, pushing herself away from you and lying on the floor. She curls herself up into a ball with red cheeks.

Is she…?

Ohhhh.

She covers her face with her strand of brown again, red skin peeking from in between. “I’m so sorry, oppa! I’m so sorry!”

“You weren’t crying about your lisp after all,” you say. “You were crying about—”

“So sorry,” mumbles Eunbi, embarrassment apparent in her red ears. She pulls her hand out from her shorts and covers her face with it. “I just couldn’t come—and felt so good but when I’m close, I…”

Sudden pity fills your heart. Despite the weirdness of the situation right now, you still care about Eunbi. If she has a problem, then you have one too.

Or maybe the pity comes from seeing her writhe and whimper on the floor, face and ears red from the stimulation that gets her to feel everything and nothing all at once.

You feel your morals melt away just at the sight of her.

You move closer to the sobbing girl and smooth her hair. “Don’t your fingers feel good enough for you?”

“Yeah, but—” Eunbi raises her hand in your line of view to show a finger wrapped in a bandage. “I bit too much on my finger, and so when I try to rub, it hurts.”

“Hm, I suppose we should do something about that, shouldn’t we?”

“M-Mhm!” Eunbi’s voice gets higher when your hand slips into her volleyball shorts and cups her pussy. “And maybe, if you like, you can do it for me?”

“Do what?”

“Maybe do the rubbing for me? Finger really hurts.”

Tap the pad of your finger on her clit and she goes crazy. Eunbi whines and hides her red face in her hands when you rub her sensitive clit over her damped panties. She pulls her legs up to her chest when the rubbing doesn’t let up.

“Ahh, that feels so good,” she stutters out, whimpering under your fingers. “But oppa, we haven’t practiced how to get rid of my lisp yet.”

Oh, right! You’ve forgotten the main purpose of the two of you being in the here right now. “We haven’t?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“If we go on to do that, I’ll have to stop doing this.”

“Noooo, please don’t,” Eunbi begs, thick thighs clamping onto your hand tighter. The first shake of her head has been out of confirmation, but now it is of refusal. She quivers under your skilled fingers, her brown hair messy on the floor while her thighs grip onto your arm, refusing to let you stop. “We can do that later. I want to feel nice.”

You chuckle in amusement. “Alright. Do you want me to put it in?”

“Yes, please. Gently, of course. I don’t want to—h-haaahh.”

Eunbi’s moans become louder when you ease a finger into her pussy. You thrust your finger in and out slowly, occasionally pressing up to spark a whimper from her. Eunbi’s hand wraps around your other one tightly. She rides your fingers while she muffles her screams into her palm, eyes squeezing shut and her wails louder than ever.

It seems that even just one finger is too much for her with how tight she is. You wonder what will happen if you push in a second finger.

Let’s find out.

The result is a screaming Eunbi, walls constricting your fingers tighter, and more wetness dripping onto your fingers.

Huh!

“Ahhh, oppa!” Eunbi whines when you pick up the pace, tears running down her face.

“Too much?” you ask.

“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head. “More.”

You begin moving your fingers in scissoring patterns inside her, trying to stretch her walls for a third finger.

What you do is probably useless; Eunbi is too tight even for a third digit. When you start scissoring your fingers, the poor trainee cries out helplessly, legs going numb and hips thrusting mindlessly into your hand as the stuffed hole tries to bear more of the stretching. All this rushes blood to your cock, creating a bulge against your jeans.

She did ask for more.

“Ahhh, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

Quicken your ministrations. Eunbi wails loudly when she orgasms, her weak body squirming and trembling on the floor as the pleasure makes her hips thrust onto your unrelenting fingers. It’s both too much and too little, and when those two feelings clash together, it’s scary.

Eunbi shakes on the floor, trying to bear the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Despite that, your digits pounding in her don’t pause for a second.

“P-Please stop. Please. Too much.”

Afraid you’ve hurt her, you quickly pull your slick fingers out of her. “Was it? I’m sorry. I didn't—”

“Noooo, it’s okay!” Eunbi assures you in between pants, kissing your arm. She’s still panting and tearing up a little, but at least it isn’t out of sadness anymore.

She wipes her tears with her blue sleeve. “It felt very good, but I want to make oppa feel good too.”

You smile. “Cutie. Come here.”

She climbs up onto your lap eagerly. Her shaking legs wrap around your waist, locking behind your back as her face hides in your shoulder.

Kiss her hair and cheek. “This alright, bunny?” you ask.

“Mhm.”

Give her another kiss to the temple before unzipping your jeans and pulling out your length.

Her shorts and panties pulled aside, Eunbi slowly sinks down onto your cock, your hands resting on her tensed hips.

You have no idea how she would take it all; even two fingers is too much for her. Only three inches are in and she’s already crying. Your dick makes an imprint on her small stomack and nudges up against the skin.

“Fuck, Eunbi, you’re so tight.”

“Nhhh.”

She is still so wet from her last orgasm. It helps you to thrust inside her more easily despite the tightness. With every thrust is a whimper and another squeeze that rubs the veins on your rod.

Though her tightness is delicious and too good not to corrupt, you take it slow. Your hands guide her hips with their movements and rub her back heaving with pants. Her face remains hidden in your neck while her mouth bites down on the back of her hand.

You pull her hand away. “Don’t do that; you’ll hurt yourself.”

“But—but oppa’s dick is too good,” she complains, her words interrupted with whiny moans. “I might come early. Is that okay?”

“It’s alright. I won’t mind.”

The poor girl has been holding back her orgasm in fear that you’d get angry. Your heart just gets softer and softer for her.

You pound into her faster. She cries out, arms helplessly tightening around your neck and the constant thrusts making her body heat up. She comes for the second time with a cry as her juices spill from her core and coat your dick.

You are nearing the edge too. You pump into her a few more times before ejaculating inside Eunbi. Your cum rolls down her thighs and stains her shorts.

Eunbi collapses on the floor with a loud sigh. Her legs have gone weak. The expression on her face is one of exhaustion, pleasure, and pain all at once.

You wonder if you’ve broken her.

You rest against the wall, equally exhausted from the session. Your fingers are still slick with Eunbi’s juices, and your cock still stands erect. You do not know when you’ll regain the strength to fix yourself.

You feel Eunbi’s head on your thigh. “Oppa?”

“Hm?” You run your fingers through her brown hair lovingly.

“My lisp…”

You are reminded a second time of the reason you’re in the practice room with her again, but you doubt you’ll remember; your mind is still dazed from the sex and brewing with thoughts of Eunbi.

You sigh; you are still unable to think of anything to help her. You swore you had already planned one when you got in, but you forgot it the second you saw Eunbi fingering herself.

Finger?

You gaze at your slick-coated fingers, and immediately have an idea.

You offer them to the trainee’s mouth. She looks up at you curiously, not knowing what you are implying. However, she understands when you slip them between her pink lips.

Lips. Lisp. Lips.

“Does this sound okay, oppa?” Eunbi asks with a mouthful of fingers.

You chuckle. “Keep going, you’ll get it.”

“Okay! Thanks for—”

“Wait, I have another idea.”

You pull your fingers out from her mouth with a slick pop!. You get on your feet and beckon her to rise to a kneel. The same curious look crosses her face.

It is quickly erased when you offer your erection to her cheek.

You almost feel bad at what you are doing. But who else wouldn’t be urged to sin with a Kwon Eunbi on her knees in front of you, looking up at you with big curious eyes?

When she carefully inserts your dick into her wet mouth, you throw your head back with a loud sigh of contentedness.

You could do this all day.