Pink - Everglow Mia

Male Reader x Mia Everglow

Author opening notes: This is the first kpop smut I have ever written, and actually the first story of any kind I have written. I don’t think I’m entirely happy with it but if I sat on it any longer, it would never see the light of day.

I would like to thank @banananutsmuthie and @ggidolsmuts for their feedback on the drafts of this work. The help has meant so much to me.

Inspiration for this came from: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAwWgCqxfCA

Intro post coming soon. Maybe?

Word count: 6,868

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“Ready?”

“Ready,” you reply through gritted teeth as you adjust your classic button-up shirt in the mirror. You’re uncertain why you agreed to head out to a club with your friends. After enjoying a long day out exploring Seoul, you just wanted to rest.

One brief taxi ride later, your group emerges from the car and enters the bustling streets of nighttime Seoul. Drunk crowds litter the street. Some searching for friends, some chatting in a drunken ramble, and others searching for a cold floor to lay down their drunken bodies.

One of your friends leads the group to the entrance of a club, which strikes you as a far too upper-class place for yourself. The gold-adorned entrance and tailored suit bouncers gave this entrance a much more exclusive presence than those surrounding it.

“No way we’re getting in there.” You say dismissively to your friend as you approach.

“Dude, it’s your birthday. I already sorted it out to get us in here. My brother knows the owner.” He refutes.

“That’s why you were so insistent on me coming out tonight. I knew something was going on.”

The bouncer checks your names from his clipboard and lets you pass. A short corridor later, you emerge into an open two-floor club. You’re on the second floor, greeted by a balcony overlooking the dancefloor below.

You grip the railing and lean against it, absorbing the atmosphere. It is somewhat mellower than other clubs, but the DJ on the far side is bringing life to the floor below. Over to the left is the staircase down to join the crowd below. Where people dance the night away in an intoxicated expression of emotion. To the right is what you assume to be the VIP areas. Even by club standards, the VIP area is ill-lit and indistinct. A figure sits on a couch that you can’t quite make out. A flash of light exposes a small pink object in the distance. You stare into the darkness and you feel it staring back. Something is drawing you there.

Suddenly, you’re clipped on the back of the ear and you’re snapped out of your trance. In shock, you spin to your left where your friend hands you a drink. You’re not sure what it is. Taking a sip, you’re hit with the burn of vodka and some combination of fruit. It’s invigorating. Just what you need if you’re going to descend to the floor below.

After 20 minutes of hanging around the fringes of the dance floor, you make your way to the base of the staircase. You tried your best to enjoy the atmosphere, but it was just not for you. Your friends had long since mingled their way deep into the dance floor and you just needed a little space.

As you reach the bottom of the stairs, a member of security in his black tailored suit, patterned formal shoes and earpiece approached you. His shined head reflected the light show from the ceiling above, making him impossible to miss. The hair on your neck raised on end as he made eye contact approaching you. You hoped you were mistaken and he would walk right by, but he stopped in front of you.

Despite his imposing demeanour, he spoke kindly and respectfully to you. “Sir, if you would please, could you follow me upstairs?”

“Um, sure,” you replied tentatively.

The security leads you to the top of the stairs, taking a left turn but continuing past the exit you presumed he would lead you to. You continue around the balcony before reaching the roped off area with almost no lighting, which you spied as you entered the club. A couple of leather couches are ahead of you. There are several small tables beside them adorned with small bowls of snacks, buckets of ice, and a variety of fruit. One detail stands out: the area was empty. No mysterious figure from earlier, simply a few empty couches.

“Sir, the drink on the table is for you. Please feel free to get comfortable and enjoy your time in VIP.” And with that, the security guard turns, bows slightly and leaves you alone.

It takes a minute to digest the situation. Who could have invited you to the VIP area just to leave you alone? Suspicion is in the air. You sit next to the drink left for you, on the left side of a couch overlooking the dancefloor below. Inspecting the drink closely, you refrain from taking a drink, unsure of how it could have been tampered with. You fidget in your seat. The leather beneath you should be comfortable, but it just does not feel right. An itch forms on your neck. Your button-up shirt feels twisted and as you straighten it, suddenly the cuff of your black jeans feels uncomfortably raised.

You freeze. Warm breath on the right side of your neck, a rich mixture of rose perfume and strawberry shampoo fills your nostrils. The room around you shrinks. Stuck in place, you struggle against the tension in your own body. You cannot bring yourself to turn your head. Stiff from head to toe, you cannot move, as the breathing continues by your right ear.

“Look at them down there,” The silence breaks. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an hour. “Lost in the entrancing music, moving their bodies to the beat in such proximity to each other. The people they are in the outside world don’t matter to them anymore. Tonight, they are only driven by their primal instincts, intoxicated by both alcohol and the people around them. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” There is a brief pause, but before you can muster a reply, the feminine voice continues, “Did you enjoy your time down there among the smell of a hundred colognes, sweat and alcohol?”

You finally break your own silence, “Yes, it’s reall-”

“Don’t,” she snaps, cutting you off.

“Huh?”

“Tonight we will be honest with each other, for tonight only we will say what is on our mind. No games, no lying. You hated being down there. I’ve been watching you since you entered,” she explains softly into your ear, each word releasing hot breath by your right ear as she speaks.

“I hated being down there, to be honest. It’s good to escape sometimes, but down there it’s just oppressive. You don’t get to truly be free,” you reply, hoping to match her insight into the people below.

“Exactly. We all crave freedom, don’t we? To release ourselves from our inhibition and be truly free. I come here often and watch over this dancefloor. I see the same people come back to release their emotions here night after night.”

“You see your friend down there?” She continues. “By the speaker?”

“Yeah I do,” you reply, spotting your friend assertively dancing against a young woman.

“The woman he’s dancing with, she’s a financing executive at an entertainment company here in Seoul. She comes here often to release the stress of work. I’m sure your friend will have fun with her tonight.” The mysterious woman lingers for a moment in silence by your ear before standing up and leaving your personal space. You long for her to come back closer. The absence of the heat of her breath is apparent, and the soft voice in your ear has gone.

In the corner of your eye, you see the woman for the first time. You turn to face her. Finally, you can drink in the true beauty of the mysterious figure you have longed to see since you entered the club. At eye level above the arm of the couch as she rounds it: a side view showing the fullness of her thick but toned thighs. She must like to dance as a hobby, you thought to yourself. Although her legs are wrapped in ripped fishnets, a hole exposes a patch of the bare milky flesh of her thighs to you.

Tracing up the form of her thigh, your gaze raises slightly to the black shorts she is wearing above them. The fabric caresses the shape of her ass that protrudes from the back of her body. Rounded and perky, the shape and movement of her ass is mesmerising as she continues to step past the side of the couch and further into your vision. A small crevice between fabrics allows a slither of her midriff to be exposed to you as she turns the corner to face you. Not too skinny but perfectly formed, she keeps herself in shape. The fabric of her shirt hugs her body tightly to allow the perky form of her breasts to be on full show to you. She knew what she had and how to highlight it.

One last detail of her outfit is the pink cuff on her left arm. Wrapped in a chain and secured at the wrist. An interesting piece, but it completed her badass look. Tonight she dressed boldly and came to play.

As she sits next to you, turning her head to face you. You finally experience her beauty. The two-toned blonde and blue hair falls just below her shoulder, framing her face. Her pale skin stands out in the low light level of the club. Her red heart-shaped lips are first what catches your eye, in strong contrast to her pale skin you can only wonder how they taste. Your eyes trace up from her lips and travel up past her cute nose to her warm but fierce eyes. Surrounded by smokey eyeshadow and mascara, providing a menacing look to the rather cute face. The dark brown in the dim lighting makes her pupils a dark hole that you simply lose yourself in. She looks at you with ferocity and desire. She does not hide her emotions behind some fake wall. As she said, tonight she is open and honest. She lets you in to see the dark desire behind the slightly drunken glaze in her eyes.

“It’s rude, you know.”

“Huh?”

“To stare. It’s rude,” she states elegantly while holding your gaze.

“Can you blame me? You make it hard to look away.”

“I know how that feels.”

She turns the majority of her body to face you more directly. She leans forward and you feel your heart beat out of your chest. Locked with eyes only on each other, her face moves closer and closer. The distance between your faces closes rapidly. You notice her right arm raised close to your chest, but again, there is no contact. Your body almost urges itself forward to be touched by her hand. Her plump lips move closer, creating a temptation to ravish them. An internal war wages within you as you fight the desire to lunge forward, as you want to allow her to continue her slow approach. Your breath hitches in anticipation.

And it’s gone. Her body moves back. There is a separation between the two of you. A chasm opens and you yearn for her to come back closer. Her right hand passed by you, now holding the champagne glass from the table to your left. You sigh in disappointment, as you cannot feel her touch. With the left side of her mouth rising, she smirked sharply. She knows what she is doing. She successfully teases you, testing your desires. Your longing for her only rises from how close, yet so far, you were from contact. She turns to face the crowd below you and takes a drink from the champagne. The red of her lipstick marks the rim of the glass. Without facing you, she hands you the glass, the mark of the lipstick purposely facing you.

“Drink up,” she says and you oblige. The mix of cherry lipstick and champagne may be the most intoxicating combination you have ever tasted. “I’m Mia, by the way.”

You return the introduction by giving her your name, although you are almost certain Mia is not her real name.

“I’ll tell you why I’m here if you like. But you first, be a gentleman for me, please,” she carefully says. This is likely a test. You need to be honest.

“I was supposed to have a date tonight. But she cancelled on me yesterday. So my friends took me out for a day of drinking and food before they convinced me to come here. They claimed it would be the best place to enjoy my birthday and would help me forget being stood up,” you explain and ponder if you should have said so much.

A wry smile forms on Mia’s face as she turns to face you again. She seems to appreciate the honesty. “Two months I wasted trying to have some form of a relationship with some guy. Work was always getting in the way. I’m always busy with schedules, but I thought he understood. I was… saving myself to meet him this weekend when my schedule slowed down. But the fucker moved on, claiming I didn’t have time for him,” Mia explains, moving closer to you as she speaks. She pulls her left leg up onto the couch and places her left arm on the back of the couch.

She finishes the drink in her right hand and reaches back across you to place the glass down. In doing so, she leans her entire upper body across you. As her head moves past yours to place the glass down, she side-eyes you. Watching as you stare at her the entire time and hearing your breath hitch again because of the resumed proximity of the pair of you. As she sits back down, closer to you now, her trailing right arm falls onto your lap. The touch of her hand on your thigh sends a pulse of a tingling sensation throughout your body. You shiver at her touch. It is so light on your lap, almost weightless, but she slightly grasps your thigh… A grip of needy emotion.

You turn to face her, placing your right arm alongside hers on the back of the couch, creating the slightest friction between your two forearms. Her gaze shifts down to the hand on your lap and transitions to your arms on the back of the sofa. You move your right hand down her forearm before finding her hand, clasping the back of her hand in your palm.

Looking now into your eyes, she finally continues, “We both need something tonight. Let’s not waste this night.” Your focus on Mia drowns out the music and crowd below. Right now, there are only two people in this entire world, you and Mia.

“Are you sure?” you respond. She rolls her eyes with a sexy swagger, more of the same enticing attitude.

Mia lunges forwards, her mouth leading her charge toward you. Her lips collapse onto yours with a crash that almost catches you off balance. Quickly you recover and react, composing yourself and regaining your posture. Your right-hand grip tightens on her hand. Her grip on your jeans tightens, pulling you longingly toward her. You match the energy of her kiss equally, waging war with her lips and savouring the taste of her as much as you can. Trailing from her left knee, you crawl your left hand up her thigh. Your fingers get caught in the hole in her fishnets, touching the soft cool skin of her thigh. You feel her body shudder as Mia smiles into your continued kiss.

Mia raises slightly, looking to take control of the kiss. You rise to the occasion, meeting the increased passion. Launching a counterattack, you move your right hand to grip the chain of her pink cuff and push your left hand up to grip her hip. Pulling her hand above her head by the cuff, she falls back. You push your body on top of her, continuing your assault on her lips. She opens her mouth, inviting your tongue, an invitation which you snatch at. With one hand stuck above her head, Mia uses her free hand to grip your back and pull you closer.

Unhappy with her lack of control, Mia hooks her leg around your waist, pulling your waist closer to her core. Heat pours from the core of her body. Suddenly, in a swift motion, Mia takes control, rolling you over and straddling your crotch. She looks down upon you, smirking at her success at wrestling control from you. Mia grabs you by the back of your head as you grip her by the jaw. You pull each other into another passionate kiss. Mia’s hips buck slightly as she attempts to grind some pleasure from your clothed body. Enjoying her initiative, you grab a fistful of her firm ass. Definitely a dancer’s ass. A soft breathy moan escapes her lips and her hot breath fills your mouth. Mia uses all her core strength to push herself down on your crotch in one long motion. Her ass moves under your grip. Her thighs pressed tightly on either side of you as her body attempts to get as close as possible to you.

“I want you,” Mia whispers as she breaks her kiss in a final silenced breathy moan.

“You have me right now.”

“No, I WANT you. Come on,” and with that ultimate declaration of her desire, she reluctantly releases the pressure of her body from your crotch. Your stiff cock presses against your trousers, almost trying to follow her body as she moved away.

Grabbing you by the hand, she pulls you up to your feet and guides you, almost running with excitement. You reach a door at the back of the VIP area. This must be where she hid while you approached the VIP area earlier.

You follow Mia eagerly down the corridor towards the stairs to the VIP entrance to the back of the club. As you follow her, you look down at her hand as it grips yours. Looking at the pink cuff with the chain, an idea springs to mind.

Leaving the rear entrance to the club, Mia signals silently to the bouncer, who bows, understanding despite the lack of words. The cold air outside surrounds you, a sharp contrast to the heat you had just experienced underneath Mia in the club. With the cold snap comes a moment of reflection. Just who is this girl?

Cutting short your reflection, Mia hurriedly guides you to a black saloon car waiting for her in the alley. Opening the back door, she clambers in and without question, you follow.

“Home,” Mia calls to the driver. Without a word, he pulls out of the alleyway.

You turn to her and place your hand on her thigh, palm on top and your fingers gripping her inner thigh. She smiles but doesn’t reciprocate. Looking out the window and dropping slightly in her seat, she appears concerned about not being seen. “Five minutes to home. You can have me there.”

The journey passes quickly as you admire her face from the side. The lights of nighttime Seoul flash and stutter behind her as you drive past them, highlighting her face in a flicker of various colours. Her lips struggle to hold back her excited grin. Her lidded eyes close, as she imagines the coming events, anticipation building inside her.

As the car comes to a halt, you follow the object of your desire as she stands and walks into the private entrance of the apartment building towering over you. Another discreet entrance. Mia continues to lead you through the private corridor, up the elevator and to the solid wood door of her top-floor apartment.

Mia unlocks the door, almost forcefully dragging you in behind her. She closes the door behind the pair of you. You couldn’t wait any longer. Standing behind her as she faces the door, you press up close to her body. Mia tilts her head left, providing an opening you gratefully accept. You bury your head into her neck, sucking lightly on her pale skin. She pushes back her ass into your crotch as you grind against her. Your slowly stiffening cock growing against her ass.

Your hands grab hold of her hips, sliding slowly up and digging your fingers under her tight-fitting shirt. Finally, making your way up to her plump breasts, discovering her lack of a bra, you cup one in each hand. Satisfied with enjoying the size of them, you switch focus to her nipples. One between each forefinger and thumb, you lightly squeeze and play with them. A light moan escapes Mia’s lips, clearly enjoying the stimulation of her nipples. You pinch a little harder and she pressed her ass backwards into you, leaning forward and lightly moaning through gritted teeth.

Mia spins her body. She places one arm on each of your shoulders, pushing back against your early dominance. She forces you away from the door. You stumble back through the apartment, guided only by Mia. Entranced, staring only into her eyes, you leave your fate in her soft hands.

After successfully guiding you across the apartment and around the partition into her bedroom, she guides you to the foot of her double bed. Giving out a little smirk, Mia firmly pushes you back. You fall backwards onto the bed. Propping yourself up, you admire the view.

A wall of floor to ceiling windows gives a clear view of the Seoul nighttime skyline. A sea of glass buildings fighting for dominance with no clear winner. The image in the foreground, however, is captivating. Mia stands at the foot of the bed, staring and continuing to smirk. This time showing her teeth a little as she bites her tongue, showing her excitement. She poses a little, turning her legs to the side, showing off her ass and thighs highlighted by the city lights behind. She allows you to take the time to admire her figure.

Mia grabs the hems of her shirt and pulls it over her head, throwing it aimlessly across the room, revealing her topless upper body to you. You admire her just for a moment, as her perky breasts rest above her toned stomach. You sit up, drawn closer to your desire. Planting a series of small kisses on her stomach, tasting her skin. Mia’s head tilts back as she places her hands on the back of your head, pulling your head a little higher to be in line with her breasts. Your tender kisses continue on her breasts, lightly teasing her body. Her body shakes a little in reaction to the tickling sensation of your kisses. You first take her left breast into your mouth, applying a little suction and playing with her nipple using your tongue. Her grip on the back of your head tightens. Switching between her breasts, you continue to suck and play with her nipples, allowing a series of gasps to escape Mia’s mouth.

You glance upwards, noticing her head continues to contort backwards in pleasure, providing a chance to fight back for dominance. You reach up and grab her neck, firmly but not tight. Pulling her lower and swinging her round to your side, landing back-first on the bed beside you. You move above her, placing a few more light kisses on her neck, trailing down to her breasts and finally to her stomach.

Mia lays passively on the bed, waiting for you to do what you will. Now kneeling on the floor, you undo the button on the front of her shorts and pull the zipper down slightly, giving you just enough leeway. You grip both the top of her fishnets and her shorts, in one quick clean pull, you slide them down her ass. You continue pulling them down her juicy thighs, revealing her smooth skin. After removing her shorts, leaving Mia’s body exposed, you take a moment to admire the beautiful woman in front of you. Her chest moves in deep motions. Mia is breathing heavily in excitement. You use the brief respite to remove your shirt, allowing it to join Mia’s discarded clothes on the floor.

Mia sits up from the bed. “Stand up,” she commands and you hesitate. “Stand up please,” she asks in a sarcastic tone.

You oblige, rising to your feet. Mia hungrily unbuckles your belt, opens the button, and pulls down both your jeans and underwear in one. Your cock is finally free of its restraints, springing free from your tight trousers. It stands stiff in front of Mia’s face. She marvels at it for a moment before moving her hand to the base of your shaft. She moves her face slowly closer to the head of your cock, planting a firm kiss at the end. One more kiss and suddenly she placed the head into her mouth. Lightly playing with her tongue around your tip, she playfully toys, covering it completely in spite. Mia slowly begins to suck more and more on the head of your cock. Content with how hard she is sucking, she moves her head back and forth slowly, taking more of your stiff cock into her mouth little by little.

Stopping for breath, she releases your cock and licks from base to tip several times before resuming sucking your hard length. This pattern continues to alternate several times, from sucking sensually on your length to playfully licking. Mia’s body shifts slightly as she prepares herself. She takes as much of your cock into her mouth as possible and sucks firmly on your cock. Mias moves her head faster, more aggressively than before, sucking as much of your cock as she can. A knot forms in your lower stomach as your release nears. Mia notices your body tensing and abruptly stops.

“Not yet,” she whispers.

“I need it.”

“But I need you inside me first.”

“I will, but I want to see you handle me properly with your mouth. You’re the best,” you state, almost sounding sarcastic, but you mean every word.

She smiles at your comments and returns your cock to her mouth. She pushes your cock as far into her mouth as possible, sucking hard on your length. You take partial control, grabbing her head lightly and pushing your hips forward in time with the bobs of Mia’s head. The tip of your cock touches the back of her throat each time she takes you deep. She continues to speed up, sucking harder and deeper as she continues. A tear of black mascara runs from her right eye. She continues as you feel your body tense more and more. Desperate to release you, pump your cock into her willing mouth, pushing your tip against her throat. Finally, you release it into her throat, filling it, and overflowing into her mouth. Mia is desperate to keep your cum in her mouth. Choking a little, she swallows all of your seed after a couple of attempts. She smiles around your cock as she sucks the last drops from you, happy with her work.

“The best, right?” she asks, wiping the mascara from the right side of her face.

“The best,” you confirm.

“And are you the best?” She follows up.

“How about you find out for yourself?”

She smiles, tilting her head forward with passion burning in her eyes. You can see the desperation in her face. She needs you and you intend to give it to her.

Mia climbs back to her feet, only to be pushed back to the silk sheets. You manoeuvre past her, pulling her further up the bed. You unclip one end of the chain from her pink cuff, still attached to the left wrist. She raised her left arm as you wrapped the chain around the bedpost. She looks up at your handiwork with a face of pure excitement. After a month of tough work, this was everything she needed. “I can’t wait.” She exclaims, continuing to beam with excitement.

“You don’t have to wait any longer.” As you transition back down the bed, she opens her legs to allow you into position. You grab the leg on your right-hand side, moving it to the left, rotating her and allowing you to slide off her pair of black underwear. This allows admiring the side view of her ass below you. You give it a quick smack and squeeze before moving her left leg back to your right side. Her exposed pussy lies tantalisingly close to your now fully erect cock, ready to go again. Mia looks down expectantly, one hand still stuck above her head, the other playing with her own breast.

You lower yourself down above Mia. Closing the gap between your faces until your noses almost touch, your body rests lightly on hers. You run your right hand down her extended left arm, tickling her underarm. She squirms below you for a moment before you surprise her by locking lips. You make out with Mia needily. She hungrily enters her tongue into your mouth, desperate for you. As you make out, the underside of your cock rests along her moist slit, moving slightly as you grind a little. You rub the underside of your cock against her clit and Mia moans softly into your mouth, becoming unable to maintain your kiss. Mia pushes her wet folds aggressively against your cock, in dire need of extracting pleasure from you.

You bury your head into her neck, taking a portion into your mouth to lightly suck and kiss. Your cock falls outside her hot entrance as you slide it down her wet slit. Her folds accepted the head of your cock as you pressed forward with your hips. As you slide into the hot wet hole of her pussy, Mia gasps the loudest she has all night, almost letting out a shrill whimper. Mia’s walls tighten around the length of your cock as you attempt to go deeper. You pull out again as Mia takes a sharp breath of anticipation. The next thrust goes deeper into her pussy as it continues to constrict your stiff cock. Going deeper each time, within a few thrusts, you can bury your fell length into Mia. She pants deeply into your ear as she takes your entire length inside.

You continue to slowly pump your cock inside the needy girl. As your speed increases, so does Mia’s breathing, becoming a series of rapid pants. The hot air from her mouth escapes into your ear. Adjusting your arms for better grip, you begin to piston your cock into her pussy. Her walls continue to contract against your cock, begging it to never leave. Mia bucks her hips upward to meet your thrusts in a hypnotising rhythm. Soon the breathy pants become erratic. Mia releases a series of whimpers that become light moans. Mia raises her thighs around your hips, holding her legs around you to encourage you to move harder and faster. As you continue, Mia lets out a series of full moans from deep in her body. Her nails dig into your lower back and you look up at her restrained arm, gripping tightly on the chain. Her walls tighten even further around your cock, the pressure becoming intense as you relish the opportunity to use her pussy how you like.

“I’m gon-” she attempts to utter words between her primal moans. “I’m-”

“Shhh,” you whisper. “Do it.”

As if on command, her legs tighten around your waist, her head raises sharply into your shoulder before recoiling backwards into the bed. Her back arches and she stops bucking her waist up. Her thighs shake furiously by your side as the walls of her pussy pulsate on your cock. As you continue to fuck her through her climax, her moans become high pitched and even more erratic. Although she became tighter, the gush of fluids inside her allows you to move easier. Her body writhes with pleasure underneath you. As she rides out her orgasm on the end of your cock, her deep breathing returns. Her head returns from its recoiled position and she breathes deeply into your ear and you slow your action inside her.

“Oh… My… God…” Escapes Mia’s mouth as she comes down from her high. Her body relaxes around you as her legs fall from around your waist. You remain fully hard inside her, moving slightly to maintain her sexual sensation. You admire her face, full of ecstasy and glowing in the dimly lit room. Strands of blue and blonde hair stick to her forehead as her skin glistens in the limited light. “You didn’t…” she finally says after regaining her composure.

“Not yet.”

“I can fix that,” she claims. To allow her to do so, you reach up and unclip the chain connecting her arm to the bed.

Mia rises to a crawl, moving her body over yours with her ass and thighs resting on your chest. Her milky skin is still holding a layer of moisture from your hard work so far. Seizing the opportunity, you raise your hands and play freely with her body as it rests in front of you. After several moments of appreciation for her body, you give a light slap on her right cheek as a signal to continue. She drags her lower body down towards your still erect length, raising her upper body. Raising her drenched pussy above your cock.

Mia looks over her shoulder, intending to enjoy the view on your face as she envelops your length once again. Starting slowly, Mia lowers herself onto the head of your length, hungry to connect with you again. With a smirk, she plummets herself onto you. Impaling herself and letting out a sharp breath. Her pussy covers you from tip to base, with immense pressure on your cock as you reach deep inside her. Wasting no time to provide the pair of you with pleasure, Mia grinds her hips. They roll at a rhythmic pace. Back and forth. To and fro.

Her body is only accentuated by the skyline behind her. You admire the movement of her body. Beginning from her shoulders, which roll up and down, using her arms on the bed to provide a downward force on your cock. Her waist pulsates, dragging her lower body back and forth, connecting the movement of her shoulders to her core. You notice a drop of sweat roll along her milk skin from underneath the blue locks of her hair resting on her upper back, to her ass. An ass that tenses and relaxes as it moves back and forth in rhythm above your crotch. It shakes a little as she rides you like clockwork. Her thighs offer a little more visual movement as you see them shake by your side, pressed against your hips.

You continue to grope freely as she moves her hips, grinding your cock inside against her sweet spot. Mia’s breath turns from inaudible gasps to deep moaning as she uses your hard cock for pleasure. Endlessly, she bounces on your cock. She is riding you over and over. Both of you lose count of the number of times she has trembled on your stiff cock. Her sweet nectar runs down your shaft in unlimited supply.

As you begin to think she has had enough, that she is feeling sore, she glares back at you. Her eyes are full of pure ecstasy. What’s behind those eyes might not even be human anymore. Pure, animalistic instinct fuels Mia. “One more,” she almost growls.

You notice her movement loses rhythm as her body is overcome with the pleasure of your cock. But she asked for one more, and you’re damn sure going to give it to her. You grip her hips, squeezing her down onto your cock, squishing her ass and thighs. You pump upwards, taking over the rhythm.

“Yes!… Right there… take me!” Mia exclaims between whines as you take control.

You thrust upwards into her sweet spot as she leans back. Her ass begins to slap down against your crotch as you fuck her harder, bending your knees for leverage. Mia throws her head back in pleasure as you feel her tightness again on your cock. Her body goes limp, propped up only by your hands and cock.

You hatch a plan to finish her for good. Taking her now limp arms from by her side, you tie the chain from the pink cuff on her left arm to her right arm, fixing her hands behind her lower back. Mia is in no position to fight your actions as she continues to ride out her high, pressing herself down on your cock. You grab her shoulders and invite her to lie back, supported by your arms. Mia lays suspended in the air, her legs spread open with your cock between them, her hands stuck behind her back just above your stomach. Her head is swung back as her hair falls around your head.

You offer her no respite. You begin the thrust upwards into the helpless woman. “Oh my god…” She breathes deep, trying to formulate words, “yes, this is everything I needed. Please fuck me, please!” You will not disappoint. There’s no need to build up this time. You fuck her wildly. Admiring the body shaking above you. Her ass and thighs slap down onto your crotch between each of your pumps. In this position, the head of your cock is fucking right into her sweet spot, the rough stimulation on the end of your cock. Mia returns to her series of pleasurable moans. She holds no concern for how loud she is. Right now, her entire world is just the man below her, fucking her into heaven. A knot forms in your stomach as you continue to fuck her. You feel the pressure building inside your cock as it fights back against the tightening walls of Mia. You feel her body begin the spasm above you as you continue to fuck her, her breathing as erratic as ever, her moans fighting against her desire to breathe. She cums yet again on your stiff cock and you take it as a symbol to finally give her what she craves. You explode deep into Mia as you bounce her above you. The pressure in your cock is finally released inside her.

As your strength leaves your body in place of pure ecstasy, you drop Mia to your side on the bed. Taking the opportunity to promptly unbind her wrists for her comfort. She goes limp beside you, breathing deeply in recovery from her several orgasms. Within moments, you notice her breathing has slowed and regulated. It appears she has fallen asleep from the exhaustion of your physical activities. You fucked her to sleep. Satisfied, you join her in her slumber.

Hours have passed. You’re not sure how many, but enough for the sun to creep from behind the opposite building. The sun strikes you on your face, pulling you from your sleep. Buried in the bed, you may forget where you are. This could just be home. The illusion breaks as you soak in the surroundings.

You stand and take in the surroundings. Beneath your feet, a fur rug is as soft as the clouds in the sky. The rug rests on top of hardwood floors. All the surrounding furniture is handcrafted in contemporary styles. You look back at the silk sheets you just left behind; empty. Where did Mia go?

Your clothes lay on the floor. Your underwear to the side of your jeans which have been neatly folded. There is a folded shirt on top of your jeans. A pair of black underwear and a single chained pink cuff rest atop your clothes. As you approach, a note becomes visible on the bundle of clothes. It reads:

‘I have schedules, so I had to leave.

The shower is the second door on the right, I left you a pastry on the kitchen counter.

My number is in your phone, call me.

P.S. you are the best x’

You clean yourself up, dress, and pocket your gifts left by Mia. As you leave the apartment, you lock the door. You head to the subway, the first leg of your brief journey home. Waiting for the train provides ample opportunity to browse the ads plastered to the subway walls. They contain; food, clothes, perfume, a movie, some adverts for Kpop groups. You take out your phone to catch up on your messages from last night. Your friends probably do not know where you went. You open your messages as you step onto the subway train.

1 unread message.

‘One of the guys was throwing up in the alleyway and he says he saw you sneak out with Mia from Everglow last night. I expect details in the morning. Enjoy, birthday boy.’

Mia… from Everglow…

As the subway train sets off, you look out the window at the adverts in the subway. You’re staring right into the face of a member of Everglow on the poster.

Mia.

Author final notes: Thank you for making it to the end. I hope you enjoyed my work. I intend to continue and improve my writing. I’m a little unhappy with how parts of this turned out, but it’s all a learning process.

I always finish first - Shin Ryujin

Shin Ryujin x Manager Male Reader

A/N: I sat down to write this in one sitting as a quickie but the ideas kept flowing and it ended up taking two days instead.

mildly unedited.

Words: 3,300

“Manager-nim, did they tell you what time the shoot finishes? I have an idea what we can do after…” Ryujin queries as she puts away her phone, having done taking selfies for her fans.

“Well, the group shoot is at 12. They also want a duo shoot of you and Yeji. Since you insisted on being the first here, you could have your solo shoots done before then,” you explain as she listens closely, deep in thought.

“So, if I finish my personal shoot before the group ones, I can leave early, right?”

“That makes sense, but are you sure? You don’t want to stay and support the members?”

“I have a better idea. There’s a dessert cafe near here I want to try; I need something sweet to make me feel good after a day of shooting.”

“It’s your choice,” you conclude, “we’re here now.”

Slowing to a stop, you turn into the enclosed parking area from the street. Sliding the gear stick into reverse, you manoeuvre into the assigned parking spot in the lot’s far corner. You collect your belongings and leave the car. Without a word, Ryujin follows closely.

You finish collecting the info from the staff who greet you at the studio entrance before guiding Ryujin to her assigned changing room. They prepared everything Ryujin needs. Burberry provided the expensive clothes on the rack in the corner. The desk is covered in a makeup selection so extensive that it leaves no space for anything else. Hair products and styling equipment are on the table. This was going to be one busy room, but right now it’s just you and Shin Ryujin. No one else can see inside this room right now. No. Don’t even think about it. The stylists will be here any moment.

“Stylists will be here in 5 minutes, Ryujin. Get comfortable and change before they get here. Good luck with the shoot.”

There is no reply from Ryujin as she sets down her belongings on the couch on the right side of the room. Removing her jacket leaves Ryujin in just a thin t-shirt that sits lightly on her figure. The fabric hangs from her shoulders, held at the front by her ample breasts. Her nipples poke at the fabric, making them clear to see. The lifting of her shirt by her mounds exposes a portion of her bare stomach. Tight and toned, you can’t get enough of it.

“Manager-nim?”

“Y-yes Ryujin?” you stutter, caught off guard in your admiration.

“Thank you for picking me up early. Here’s a gift for you.” Ryujin pulls her shirt over her head, exposing her upper body. Pushing her arms together, Ryujin squeezes her breasts together to give you the best possible view of her cleavage before shaking her upper body. This allows her tits to bounce a little as she shakes.

A giggle escapes from her lips as you stand there, stunned. “You can take me to the cafe after this manager-nim. Since I’ll finish before the others.”

You regain your composure, a serious challenge as the shirtless Ryujin stands only a few feet away from you. “Are you sure you will?”

“If your reaction is anything to go by, the photographers will like my work. Now get out before the stylists catch you ogling a topless idol,” she requests, giving you a wink before turning away to look at her clothes for the shoot.

As your hand reaches the door handle, Ryujin looks over her shoulder and calls out one last time before you leave, “Manager-nim, you know I always finish first.”

Two coffees and six hours later, you’re sitting in the area put together for you and the other JYPE support staff, waiting for the members of Itzy to finish the shoot. Ryujin emerges from the corridor nearby after her 4th outfit change of the day. Luckily, this one was the outfit she originally arrived in.

“Manager-nim, can we leave now? I need to relax a little after all that work.”

“Of course. We can leave now if you’re ready. Have you let everyone know?”

“Yep, let’s go!”

“YA! Shin Ryujin!” Yeji called from the computer where she was monitoring. “Stop taking manager-nim to yourself. You don’t get special treatment.”

Ryujin approaches her leader and you leave them to have their squabble. It’s always easier to let Yeji sort these things out, as the outstanding leader she is. After a brief discussion, Ryujin returns. Her mood hasn’t changed, still excited to leave with you, a skip in her step as she walks. “Now we can go.” You return to the car and drive the pair of you to the cafe.

Ryujin wrote her order down on a note for you, her specific bubble tea and the cake she wanted. Not risking being seen by a fan, you retrieved the order while Ryujin waited in the car.

“Thank you manager-nim. You always take good care of me. I guess I’m your favourite. Why am I your favourite?” Ryujin inquires as you hand her a drink while storing the cake in the back.

“You don’t need me to say that.”

Ryujin smirks before taking a drink. You pull away from the shop, heading back to the Itzy dorms.

“I think I know why I’m your favourite,” Ryujin teases, placing her drink down.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” you say, dismissing her teasing and refusing to give her what she desires.

“Oh yes, you do.” Like a starving carnivore, Ryujin claws at your crotch. If her nails were any sharper, she would have ripped right through. After feeling out the position of your goods, she massages the soft meat through the fabric. The friction ignites a raging fire in your body. You sneak a peek downwards as the blood rushes to your lower body, stiffening and growing your cock in Ryujin’s grasp.

“Eyes on the road, mister.” A rough tug at the zip on your trousers allows more space for your growing bulge. Ryujin’s aggressive assault continues. Her fingers dig into the new opening, seeking the prize that’s buried underneath. Her hand slides under your briefs, her icy fingers sliding down the length of your cock. A shiver travels up your spine as her fingers grasp around your warm cock.

“You focus on getting us home. I’ll focus on playing with my favourite toy.” In a quick motion, Ryujin pushes down the top of your briefs, and your now fully erect cock meets fresh air. The sensation of freedom lasts only a few moments, as the constraints of your clothes are replaced by the suffocating suction of Ryujin’s lips. Her plump lips pout as she accepts your cock into her warm, wet mouth.

As the silky collection of hair bobs on your lap, swaying as she moves, it releases the scent of her hair into the air. The smell of sweet honey rises, filling your nostrils with the ever-familiar scent of Ryujin’s favourite shampoo. It’s so strong you can almost taste the sweet nectar.

Your own nectar seeps from the head of your length into Ryujin’s mouth. Gratefully collected by her tongue, Ryujin relishes the taste of your leaking fluid. She refuses to let any of her reward escape, forming a tight seal with her lips. Excessive suction draws out every drop of pre-cum.

Ryujin’s fingers squeeze deep into your thigh as she ups the ante. Your eyes close a little as the pleasure builds deep inside you. Much later than you should have, you see the red brake lights in front. In a panic, you step hard on the brake. The car comes to a sudden stop, causing Ryujin to jolt forward, reluctantly releasing your cock from her lips.

“YA! I said to focus on the road.”

“Maybe we should swap roles next time and see how well you focus on the road.” You retort.

“Well, if you can’t focus on the road, maybe you can’t handle it,” Ryujin concludes as she zips your trousers back up and she sits back in her seat. She returns her drink to her mouth, sucking hard on the straw and looking you in the eyes. Turning away from you, she crosses her legs, left over right, showing off the exquisite form of her legs. She pulls out her phone, pretending to ignore your disappointment. “Not that I would have let you cum, anyway. I told you manager-nim, I ALWAYS finish first.”

The rest of the journey to the dorm is as uneventful as it is uncomfortable. Your arousal has been peaked only to be left blue-balled and disappointed.

Arriving at the dorm, Ryujin asks, “Can you bring the cake inside, manager-nim? I have my bag and drink.”

“That sounds like an excuse, Ryujin.”

“So what if it is? Come on.”

Your body accompanies Ryujin to the dorm in silence. Your head is still in the car, focused on your heightened libido. The tension is palpable.

“Drop the cake on the counter, please, manager-nim,” Ryujin says as she walks away towards her room. You place the cake gently. From down the corridor, you hear a call, “Manager-nim! I need your help! Quickly!” You turn sharply, almost running to the source of the yell.

“Ryujin? What’s wrong? Where are you?” You call, stepping tentatively into her room. She is nowhere to be seen. The new dorm arrangement meant Ryujin had her own room now, but it was pretty small. Where could she be? Her bed is empty, the soft silk sheets neatly made. She must have had the room cleaned because she never made her bed. No one was in the chair at the desk, just an idle laptop and several decorative pieces. The door of the wardrobe is ajar; there is no way to hide in there, just a collection of designer clothes is visible.

You take another step into the room, calling again, “Ryujin? This isn’t funny.”

The door slams behind you. Ryujin stands in front of it. Long gone are her hoodie, jeans and t-shirt. Now, the black-haired idol stands between you and the door, preventing you from leaving this room. Her hair falls behind her bare shoulders, which hold up the straps preventing her bra from falling to reveal her tits. Below that is piece two of her lingerie set, the lace harness hugging her stomach. The tight pull of fabric further accentuates her wide hips. The bottom of the harness hugs her thick thighs, digging into the flesh tightly. Her thighs beg to be grabbed and squeezed.

Ryujin pulls down piece three of her lingerie, the soaked thong that was covering her glistening slit. “I text Yeji, no one will be done at the studio for another hour, now you’re going to fuck me, manager-nim.” Slowly Ryujin takes step after step toward you. Her hips sway rhythmically like a tree in the wind. The movement of her body is mesmeric.

“Wow Ryujin, you-”

“Sh,” she whispers sharply. “Your cock has been hard since I grabbed it earlier. I bet you’re absolutely dying to cum.” She is so close to you now that you feel the magnetic pull of her lips. “But you’re only going to cum when I say you can cum. I’m going to use you, and I am going to finish first. Now, top, off.”

You can’t help but comply with her commands, pulling your shirt over your head.

“Now take off your trousers… That’s it, now take off the rest.” You throw away your remaining clothes. “Ah, there it is. I’m going to soak it in my cum soon. Now sit down on the bed.”

You take one step to her left, turning to continue facing her. Ryujin places a single finger into the centre of your chest, and the nail digs slightly into your skin. She steps forwards, pushing you back with a single finger. With each step she takes, you take one backward in unison. Three steps are all it takes. Your legs hit the bed and you fall into a sitting position. Your head is brought closer to her dripping wet pussy, desperate for stimulation. Her fluids seep from the tight slit, falling down her inner thighs. Just looking at you, her toy, knowing what was coming, excited her to no end.

Her hand grips your head, the palm flat on the top of your head. Left leg first, Ryujin steps onto the bed. The right follows. She stands on the bed over you. Her wet thighs are in front of your face, the smell of sex overwhelms you, and the falling liquid has reached the harness gripping her thighs. In unison, Ryujin pushes you back and drops herself forward, her crotch surrounding your face. Your cheeks are drenched, your mouth becomes locked to Ryujin’s pussy. A connection that you won’t allow to be severed.

You drink in her sweet nectar, allowing her fluids to mix with your saliva. Feeling you suck in her liquids, Ryujin presses herself down. This gives you more access to the pot of sweet honey she provides. Now is your chance to put your tongue to work. Starting with a long lick from bottom to top, you reach her swollen clit. As contact is made, a gasp escapes above you from Ryujin’s mouth. Motivated, you continue the action of your tongue against her clit, varying your speed and pressure.

“That’s it manager-nim. Eat me now, make me feel good.”

Your arms are free to clutch at her ass. You take a fistful in each hand, her soft, squishy ass cheeks melt into your hand. Ryujin leans further forward, positioning her ass further out to give you as much flesh to grab as you desire, clearly enjoying your aggressive kneading of the fluffy dough. The change in her position forces her clit lower, allowing you to stimulate her more. Encouraged by her movement, you pull her deep into your mouth, increasing her stimulation.

As your tongue draws more and more pleasure from Ryujin. She starts to moan louder, assuring you that all your practice of eating her pussy has not gone to waste. Ryujin hastily drives towards the high she desires. There’s no stopping her now. Her pussy presses down on you with all her weight. All you can do is lick and suck until she produces a wave of nectar. The sweet treat you have tasted, you crave more.

Her thighs on either side of your face start to tremble, shaking furiously out of Ryujin’s control. “Ffffuck, that’s it!” Her trembling thighs clench harder around your head, almost suffocating you. The shaking might register on the Richter scale if it continues. “Yes… yes!… YES!” Ryujin shouts as the prize you have so desperately attempted to extract from her pussy is released. A waterfall of intoxicating fluid. One last squeeze of her thighs is followed by the convulsive movement of her body.

A final moan escapes Ryujin’s lips before she enters a state of silence. Her mouth is wide open, but there is no sound left to come out. She rides out her high, gasping for air.

Ryujin dismounts your face, leaving you finally free to take in the fresh air. Your face is a mess with the taste of Ryujin. You lap it up from around your lips and chin, savouring every last drop. Seeing you desperate to taste her more, Ryujin relishes your addiction to her.

“Now you’re going to fuck me,” she whispers into your ear, “you’re going to fuck me so good that I cum all over your cock as I did to your face.” Now is your chance to make her feel good. You take up position standing by the bed as she postures on all fours in front of you. Her ass sticking up in front of you, you can’t help to play with it as you pull her into position. “Don’t waste time manager-nim. Make me fucking cum.”

Finally, it’s time to put the painful collection of blood in your cock to use, throbbing in anticipation. You line it up with her expectant pussy. Doing as you were told, there’s no time to savour the moment. Ryujin had expectations you had to meet. In one assertive thrust, you slide all the way into Ryujin. Your crotch meets her ass, pressing against it to force your way as deep as possible.

Your first entry elicits a moan of approval from Ryujin as she feels every inch of your length dig deep into her. “Now fuck me, fuck me good.” You forego the build-up, beginning at a swift pace.

Each deep pump into her pussy makes her ass shake in front of you. Every entry makes your crotch slap against the soft flesh. Each impact sends a ripple throughout her ass cheeks and travelling down her thighs. You can resist no longer the plump flesh bouncing on the end of your cock, you grab a cheek in each hand. Your hold on her ass provides further leverage, allowing you to bury deeper within her and at a faster pace.

“Spank me,” Ryujin demands, interrupting her rapid moans. “Fucking hit my ass.” An opportunity to not be missed. You raise a hand and strike it down on her bare ass. “Is that it? Harder!” Desperate to not disappoint, you strike down again on her ass several times. A pleasure-filled whine from Ryujin’s mouth follows each sound of clapping flesh. As her bouncing ass reddens thanks to your handiwork, Ryujin utters her penultimate command, “now make me cum, make me cum so hard.”

You adjust yourself, targeting the g-spot buried deep in the pool between her legs. You hit the tip of your cock purposefully into your target, with deadly precision with every thrust.

Losing control, Ryujin falls forward, flattening her body against the bed. Unable to muster the strength to hold herself up as she gives in to her cardinal need.

“Fuck… Harder… more!” is all you make out from her muffled shouts as she shouts into the bed, her head buried deep into the sheets. You help her from her subdued state by pulling her hair and lifting her entire body. You pull her head up beside yours so you can see her face. Contorted in pleasure as moans continue to escape her lips. Changing the angle allows you to fuck even deeper into her tightening pussy.

Mirroring her earlier actions, Ryujin’s legs begin to shake again, threatening to give way underneath her. Supporting her body, you fuck her to the point of no return. Her body pulses violently as her orgasm takes control of her body. Her loudest moan of the night almost becomes a scream as her orgasm takes over. In an ultimate expression of pure ecstasy, she throws her body forward, planted back into the bed, allowing her to relax as her orgasm subsides.

She turns her head just enough to give out a last demand, “cover my ass in your cum, I need it on my body.” With Ryujin’s permission, you stop holding back the one thing you’ve wanted to do since your cock touched her lips in the car. A few more pumps deep past her ass into her pussy. Ready to release, you pull out from her body. You let the strings of your cum shoot onto her skin. Painting over her ass and onto her back like a prime van Gogh.

You take a moment to admire your artistry on the canvas that lies limp, moving up and down from heavy breathing. Ryujin wipes the sweaty hair from her face, looking back over her left shoulder at you with a smile.

“I KNEW IT!”

Ryujin’s head snaps around 180 degrees to look at her right. You join her in looking at the now open door. Yeji stands, arms crossed, in the doorway. I guess she isn’t as impressed with your artwork as you are.

Twice Chaeyoung - I’m Like A Lawyer With The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off.

A/N: Idk how I just wrote this in one sitting, but I did. Big thanks to Sol who I cant tag for some reason and everyone else who helped edit this piece.

If you know the title reference, you have my love,

Word count: approx. 4,440

Her light frame clings to you—one arm around your neck, one arm around your back, legs locked around you like a python ensnaring its prey, constricting your waist. One hand supports her lower back, keeping her body close, the other fumbles in your pockets for your keys.

You swing open the door to your apartment carelessly. You pin the young woman against the inside of your door, slamming it shut. Body to body. Mouth to mouth. A clash of two needy souls locked in an endless war of tongues. Tonight, those needs will be met.

*******

Let’s recap how you got here.

As with any other Friday night, your colleagues and yourself were spending the evening winding down at a discreet hole-in-the-wall bar downtown—the downtown Dallas scene is popular with local businessmen. A wonderful variety of mid to upper-class bars provided great options for a night of social drinking.

The night started like many before it—with a seemingly endless supply of rum and coke, beer and those little flavoured vodka shots that went down with a kick, the consumption of which kicked off a series of jokes about the frustrations of dealing with hair-pulling cases and the shittiest clients, neither of which were mutually exclusive. Then, as it did every week, you expected the stench of alcohol, the dim lighting and the sense of comradery to transition to a lonely walk under the moonlight accompanied only by the stench of the sewer as you make your way to one of your old reliable booty calls.

For some reason, the guy who you have known ever since your very first law class, who seemed to only speak in clichés, chimed in with a comment that seemed almost prophetic “Expect the unexpected.”

You dismissed his comments with another drink—but as if by some divine intervention; the door swung open and the unexpected entered. A short, hooded figure completed her journey through the darkness of the night, arriving somewhere that fulfilled her two requirements; subtle lighting and a supply of whiskey.

It was rare for this bar to be visited by anyone other than the regulars and semi-regulars. You recognised most of the faces here, some of them only from your nights in the bar, others from work, and a select few are ex-clients, once victims of your jokes.

For the third time tonight, it came full circle, it was your turn to supply a round of drinks. Your new position moved you closer to the girl perched on the end of the bar. Her hoodie sat low over her face, keeping her identity hidden from many, but upon seeing you she raised her head. For a fleeting moment, you locked eyes. She seemed so different from everyone else, yet so familiar to you.

Sat back at your table, thirty minutes had passed. Thirty minutes of becoming increasingly distant from the conversations around you, trying to steal a glance from the mysterious woman at the bar. Several times, she sternly brushed off the advances of brazen men. Her gaze never noticeably moved from the tumbler of whiskey in front of her. Little did you know, however, she had stolen just as many looks at you in return.

Time was running short as the night wound down. If you didn’t act then, your chance would be gone forever. Finishing the last drink of your rum and cola, the concoction of toasted sweetness with vanilla undertones, you stood and prepared to test your luck. You’re no stranger to meeting a woman in a bar, usually with success, but everyone had their limits. If ever you had a limit, this girl would be it, as you saw so many egos cut down to size tonight by this woman.

Or so you thought.

You leaned on the bar. She turned ever so slightly to ensure that it was finally you who approached. The movement allowed a lock of pink hair to fall from her hood. You opened your mouth, about to drop one of your classic lines from the bank of those that end in some play on words about you being a lawyer and how you can get her off. Barely a syllable had left your mouth before she interrupted.

“Here to take me home?”

“Actually, I was here to scam you with some crypto, but that sounds better.”

Lightly amused as she cracked a small smile, she continued her more direct tone, “you recognise me, right? You must have seen the advertisements about the performance at the arena on Tuesday,” she questions without ever looking up from her drink.

You pondered for a moment the billboard outside your building before it hits you: the Twice world tour. “I wasn’t sure, but now I can’t believe it.”

“Well, don’t get all starstruck,” she began, lifting her glass and finishing her drink, “tonight I’m not an idol.” She placed one hand on your arm, the other raised to her mouth, and she bit the end of her finger. “Tonight I’m just your toy. Use me as a fuck toy.”

*******

And now here you are, with Chaeyoung of Twice, pinned against your apartment door, ready to be used like a fuck toy.

You consider for a moment the journey to your bedroom—too far. Each step from here is arduous, another moment wasted when you could just rip off her clothes right here.

There’s no time to lose. You start with her zip-up hoodie, unzipping it and pulling down you expose her bare shoulders and angular collarbones separated by the fabric strap of her vest top. She drops one arm at a time, allowing you to methodically remove her hoodie.

The exposure shows off all the tattoos which decorate her well-kept skin. From the lips on her wrist to the shot-through heart behind her ear. Each image expresses her life. Symbolic of her freedom, her love, her members, her lust.

Breaking your kiss, Chaeyoung rests her forehead against yours. “Tonight I’m all yours. Use me, abuse me, make me feel everything. I’m your toy tonight.” Her lack of filter in her speech matches the drunken glazed look in her eyes. The whiskey in her breath spells out the exact reason she has lost all her inhibitions.

“You won’t be needing this, then.” With one hand holding her lower back, you use the other to grip the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up to her neck and then over her head, her arms raise to help it away from her body. She then busily unfastens the buttons of your shirt, pushing your sleeves away from your arms, and dropping the shirt to the floor. Skin to skin now. The cold flesh of her stomach against your own. Her grip on your back is tighter than before, followed by a renewed attack on your lips. You respond in turn with your tongue, tasting inside her mouth. A fencing match between two pink competitors that look set to play out to a draw.

She breaks your stalemate, saying, “and you won’t be needing these.” Her legs release from your waist, standing on her own two feet for the first time in a while. She drops her hands to your waist and hooks her thin fingers into the waistband of your trousers and underwear. Not to be slowed by undoing your trousers, Chaeyoung leverages her body weight onto your waistband. She drops to her knees, taking your trousers and underwear all the way down to your ankles.

“Oh my God,” Chaeyoung reacts to her first sight of what you hid under your clothes right in front of her face. “It’s so fucking big,” she continues, admiring it closely. She looks up at you with a ravenous look in her eyes. “It’s so thick, I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

Your only response is to place a hand on the side of her face, your thumb over her lips. You further smudge her red lipstick before pushing your thumb firmly into her lips, splitting them apart, resting it on her tongue. She licks lightly, playing with your thumb in her mouth. Pushing it deeper elicits no reaction, as far back into her throat as your thumb can reach—no gagging, no spluttering, no resistance.

“Wow, this is going to be fun to use.”

Chaeyoung smiles around your thumb at your compliment. “How about you use it properly?” she asks, spitting out your thumb and placing a hand on each of your hips. Holding on tightly, she knows that she’s in for a bumpy ride. Your now-free thumb pushes down on her jaw, opening her mouth wide. Using your other hand, you guide your throbbing cock into her mouth, slapping it down onto her tongue and into her cheeks. Slowly, agonisingly, you push further forward to the back of her throat. Contact. Her throat constricts the tip of your cock. You slide into her throat, slowly finding resistance. Unable to go deeper, Chaeyoung’s head is pushed back against the door. Her jaw fights against your thumb, which holds it down. You release. Chaeyoung gratefully closes her messy strawberry lips around your cock.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard on your cock as it throbs in her mouth. Not for a moment has she broken her intense stare as you pump into her throat, still looking up. You take it a little slowly, allowing her throat to adjust to your length.

You tried at least.

With her hands on your hips, Chaeyoung pulls and pushes your hips as you move, encouraging you to move more vigorously.

“Oh fuck! You are hungry for me!” you curse. In agreement, Chaeyoung continues to pull you deep into her throat. You oblige her request, fucking her throat as her head is stuck against the door. Finally, she splutters a little as her tight throat embraces your cock.

You have your way with her throat until she becomes visibly low on air. You release, allowing her to breathe deeply. She takes her chance to plead, “I want you to use my throat good. I’m your little whore. I want you to fill my throat with cum.” Immediately, she pulls your hips, taking your cock back inside.

You grip either side of her head. “I’m going to cum in your throat and you’re going to take it all.” You thrust hard and fast into her throat, using it for pleasure. Her eyes open wide as she begins to choke a little around your cock. Muted moans escape her mouth. She must enjoy how well you’re using her mouth. The vibrations of her moans drive you even closer to your high.

Any rhythm you had is lost as your cum shoots into her throat. “Oh FUCK!” you shout as your cock pulses inside her throat, each one draining your balls further. One of her hands grips your ass tightly, pulling you in so not a drop is wasted. Her other hand cradles your balls, encouraging you to release more into her throat.

For the first time, Chaeyoung closes her eyes as she savours the taste of your sweet liquid inside her. She swallows every drop. Continuing to suck everything you have.

You finally pull back, lifting Chaeyoung back to her feet. With her face closer to you, now you can see her glistening skin. Moisture has formed a thin film over her skin.

“I hope you have a lot more where that came from. I need that thick cock inside my pussy next. You aren’t done playing with your new favourite whore, are you?”

“Not at all. This whore has so much more to give me.”

“Take me then, use me!” she pleads with a fire burning in her eyes.

Use her, you will. One hand around her throat, you push her through your apartment. Guiding her into your bedroom. With a hint of aggression, you push her all the way to your full-length wall mounted mirror, slamming her body against it. “I like where this is going, but it will not get much further until you take these trousers off me.”

“You don’t deserve my help. Do it yourself, I’m going to watch,” you demand as you take two steps back.

Teasingly, she unbuttons her trousers. Chaeyoung moves them down at an agonisingly slow pace. Her panties are revealed as the outer layer falls. Her black panties are soaked. Being used at your front door clearly excited her. Her panties could hold no more, shown by the liquid, creating a shiny slick on her thighs. Next, the full length of her slender legs is exposed. It takes all your will to continue to admire and not grab her tight thighs. She kicks her trousers across the room, the motion highlights the toned muscle on her slim legs.

Now only in her underwear, she takes a step away from the mirror and spins. In a movement that you could watch all night, Chaeyoung tilts her upper body forward at a painstaking pace. As she moves, she pushes her ass further out. Her skimpy underwear hugs her tight ass cheeks, leaving much of her cheeks exposed to you. She bends almost ninety degrees with her hands against the mirror. Slowly she sways her ass side to side, her tight ass moves in front of you, the change in tensions as she moves causing her ass cheeks to peek out further.

Glancing over her shoulder, she places a forefinger on her bottom lip. “What are you going to do now? Are you going to stand there and stare at my tight ass, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” She fakes a giggle to tease you. “I really hope it’s the second one. Your little whore really needs her pussy filled.” Moving her hand from her mouth, she bends a little further, lifting her ass into the air. Her hand slithers down her stomach, coming towards you and down to her wet panties. Her hand emerges between her stretched thighs. Chaeyoung uses two fingers to press against her pussy through her panties. Rubbing slowly to force a moan out of her mouth.

No more teasing. You step forth to claim what’s yours. “Is this what you want, huh?” You grip her panties on either side and pull them quickly down from her ass and drop them to her ankles. All the flesh of her small toned asscheeks are now on show. Her back arches downward away from you, creating a dip around her spine.

You rest your crotch up against her perfect, firm ass. Your hard cock resting over her ass, sitting in between her cheeks and onto her lower back. She bucks her ass upwards slightly, trying to grab your stiff length between her ass cheeks. She rocks ever so slightly, trying to create some friction.

“Look at you. So desperate. So needy. I bet you would let me do anything right now.”

“Yes! Anything! Please use me! In any way you want! Please! Please! PLEASE!”

You grab her by her neck, hoisting her head up close to yours. The head of your cock digs into her lower back. She keeps her body pressed against you. Some of the liquid drips from between her legs and onto your thighs.

“Look at yourself. In the mirror. What do you see?” For a moment in the mirror, she looks at your face beside her own, before looking at herself.

“I see someone who needs a good fuck.” You let out a little smile of approval. Chaeyoung continues, “I see a fucking whore who needs to cum all over a cock as it fills her up.”

“I see a dirty whore, too. One who’s so desperate for a fuck she’s rubbing my cock in her ass cheeks as we speak. But I still see a bra.” You throw her body forward. She catches herself against the mirror. As you unfasten the fabric prison of her breasts, she drops her arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. You pull her back up, this time by her pastel pink hair. Her face shows a grimace in a mixture of pleasure and pain before returning to her smug smile as she admires herself in the mirror.

You don’t even have to ask this time before she speaks. “Now I see a completely naked whore with her small tits exposed.” You take a moment to admire the new visual stimulation. She was right. They are small, just enough size in them to hang slightly from her body, but they are perfectly round and perky.

“Just small?” you ask, teasing her to compliment herself.

“I guess they are nicely shaped. They’re tight like the rest of my body. But the most important thing: like the rest of my body, they’re all yours.”

Content with her answer, it’s time for a reward. You release her hair and she gasps as the light pain is taken away. Her outstretched arms support her away from the mirror. She looks into your eyes through the mirror, biting her lips in anticipation. You push down a little on the small of her back, bending it slightly to push her ass all the way out, providing you access to her dripping pussy.

You pull back, preparing to enter Chaeyoung for the first time tonight. You slide the head of your cock up and down against her wet slit, teasing both her hole and clit. As you wedge your spear into her opening, the warmth on the end of your cock is tantalising. You push deeper into her pussy. Barely the entire head enters before the tightness becomes too much and you can go no further.

“AH! Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck-f-f-FUCK!” Chaeyoung curses again and again as you stretch her tight hole.

You retreat a little, relieving the pressure. “Holy fuck Chae, you’re so tight. How can such a whore have such a tight pussy?”

“Maybe your cock’s just the biggest I’ve ever had. Now get it in me, I need you to go deeper!”

Again and again, with slight movements, you push your cock forward into her hole. Her copious juices provide the necessary lubricant to stretch her out. The constriction of her pussy is severe. Her short height and tight body are sufficient indication that her pussy would be tight. This, however, was narrower than anyone you had felt before. But it wasn’t a tightness that tried to deny your entry, it was a grip that begged you to never leave.

Chaeyoung’s head drops forwards. She appears to be struggling against the concoction of pain and pleasure that must be within her. You refuse to let her look away, pulling her hair to lift her head so she must look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes roll back, and her pretty face twists in ways you didn’t think possible. Her jaw swinging open and closed in inaudible gasps, occasionally biting her lip as you push further. You place two fingers into her mouth, providing yourself with a way to hold her head up and Chaeyoung with a distraction to suck on as you tear into her pussy.

All of your cock now rests inside her. The vice grip of her walls clinging desperately to your length. Any tighter and the grip would cut off the blood flow. You pull back slowly, almost all the way out. Hot air around your hand as Chaeyoung sighs in both relief and disappointment. In a swift, constant motion, you push deep into Chaeyoung; her wet lips meeting the base of your cock.

“Fuuu-aaaAARRRGHH!” Chaeyoung’s mouth opens wide as she lets out a scream of pain and pleasure. She attempts to throw her body forward as she loses control, but your hand on her body and fingers hooking her cheek prevent her from falling. The pure ecstasy on her face is clear to see in the reflection as you penetrate deep into her. Her whole body shudders at the action. Her hands attempt to grip the mirror, causing her nails to scratch at the glass.

Your next few deep thrusts return a response with less of a scream and more of a moan, somewhere in between. You pull her ear closer to your mouth before uttering, “so the horny little whore finally has her pussy filled. Tell me how it feels.”

“Ah-Ah-Amazing!” A full sentence must be too difficult while your cock pumps inside her. “Fuck … so … big … I’m so … full!”

The reflection in front of you would be your most treasured painting. Chaeyoung’s pale skin has gone flush with heat. Her short pink hair has fallen over her face as it bobs up and down in reaction to you pumping her petite body. The sweat on her body has caused several strands of hair to stick to her face, like swipes of pink paint across a masterpiece. It is impossible to make eye contact as her eyes roll back and forth in her head. Her eyes focus on nothing in particular; most likely seeing stars. Her jaw has fallen wide open to allow her stream of moans to escape. Your fingers tug at her cheek, occasionally contacting her tongue as it hangs out of her mouth.

Her perky tits swing rapidly up and down in time with your increasing pace. The pink nipples atop the mounds become a blur as they shake violently up and down. Her tight stomach does not move, and her slim frame maintains its slender, exquisite look despite the dirty deed being committed to it. Between her legs you can just see the top of her spread pussy, her swollen clit exposed slightly. Below that, your cock pumps in a piston-like motion.

The image in front of you is so enticing, so delectable, a sweet treat on a cheat day. Your now rapid action inside her sheathlike pussy caused that knot to form in your stomach again. Your second high of the night rapidly approaches. So close to filling Chaeyoung with your seed. It’s your duty to make sure she finishes. Realising this, your free hand that has groped almost every available inch of your desire has a new target—the swollen clit between her legs. You lick your fingers to ensure they’re wet enough, tasting Chaeyoung’s sweat. You slide your hand down her back, over her firm ass, swirling around her hip and round to her small pussy. Feeling her petite frame as you go, relishing the figure of your stunning little whore.

Your fingers meet her clit, rubbing in circles to provide further stimulation, timing each quick rotation with each pump of your cock. Your fingers slide effortlessly because of the build-up of her juices between her legs.

Quickly, the pitch of her moans rises. She loses control of her body, unable to stand. You have to move your hand from her mouth to the underside of her body to keep her upright. Your hands slide past her playful breasts and up to her neck. Grabbing lightly on her throat, you recreate the same enjoyment she felt earlier choking on your stiff cock. The perfect combination of stimulation causes her to lose it.

“I’m gonna-“ is all she can muster before she breaks out into a scream. Her body shakes violently. Your arm is being pressed on by her upper body. Her ass pushes further back, pressing her pussy to the hilt of your cock. Her tiny ass shakes violently against you. It’s hard to believe that her walls could have gotten any tighter, but they did. Her pussy clamps down hard on your cock.

You fuck her right through her orgasm. As one finishes, she begins a second, no longer in control of her own body. Anything from her mouth is a complete mess of syllables and moans. The same violent shaking of her ass. The same clamping tightness of her pussy. This time, however, her legs give out. You’re now holding her slim body on the end of your cock. This was no longer sustainable, but you knew how you wanted to finish in her—deep.

Light enough to easily carry. You hold her spent, shaking body in front of you, carrying her to the bed. For a regretful moment, your cock must exit the most comfortably fitting sleeve it has ever been inside. You spin her around and place her on her back on the bed.

“Please cum in me. Fill your little whore,” she whispers, using all her remaining strength.

Time to exploit her flexibility to your advantage. You push out one leg spread as wide as possible. Taking the other on your shoulder as you lean forward, leaving her legs spread inexplicably wide. Her tiny frame contorted in a way to give you maximum access.

You enter again. It’s a little easier this time, but only a little. The change in angle pressures your cock in a new way, providing exciting stimulation again. Looking down at her exhausted, glowing expression, you begin to pump her with your cock, reaching as deep as possible, pressing your cock all the way to the hilt.

The state of blissful euphoria on her sweaty, flushed face only adds to her beauty. Her exquisite face and undeniably sexy body provide all the visual stimulation you need. The pressure building in your lower stomach is so extreme that it’s impossible to hold back. Burying as deep as possible, you shoot stream after stream of cum inside Chaeyoung. Her smile widens, feeling your cum fill her up. Her tight pussy accepts the gift you leave behind gratefully as you pull out, falling backwards from the edge of the bed, twisting around and sitting on the floor.

Her foot falls off the edge of the bed too, suspended to your side. You turn to face her lean leg by your side. Turning around, you trace your eyes up her inner thigh to her pretty little pussy. A little of your cum falls out as her tight, satisfied walls contract. Chaeyoung lifts her head just enough to see you over her perky tits, grinning wildly, looking down at you.

“That was fucking amazing! I couldn’t stop cumming for your cock! I have felt nothing like that in my life! I didn’t know it would be so good…” she trails off as her head falls back, her energy spent.

You turn back to a natural sitting position, looking over at the mirror where you fucked Chaeyoung. You spot a pile of her fluids on the floor that must have run down her legs when she orgasmed.

In the pool of her cum there’s something else, a red mark on your grey carpet.

A/N: Thank you for reading everyone, I’m having a lot of fun writing these.

Also, unnecessary twist? I wrote the whole thing with this in mind and it makes sense if you read it back, in my head, anyway.

Subterfuge And Submission - Pt. 1 - ft. LE SSERAFIM Nakamura Kazuha

18+ Le Sserafim Nakamura Kazuha x Male Reader

Words: approx 4,100.

“So, they sent you after me? If I had known they would send someone so stunning, maybe I would have tried to get caught sooner.” You scan her—admire her—from head to toe. ”Are heels the best thing to wear on an assignment like this?” you scoff at her choice of gear for a task as difficult as taking you down. “Nevertheless, what’s your name?”

“These heels? Please.” She smirks with a confident bravado that few would dare to show in front of you. “Just wait until you see how nimble I can be, and you won’t be questioning my choice of outfit anymore. And my name? You think you deserve to know that?”

“As much as I’d love to stay and take in your beauty, I have no plans anytime soon to let you or anyone from your organisation capture me. I’ll be going now.” You head to the door on your right to leave the room.

She glides to intercept your path like a ballerina across the glossy wooden floor. She executes a swift grapple to drop you onto your back; her high heel applies the finishing touch—right over your neck. 

“Still questioning these high heels now?”

You relax against the cold wooden floor, unintimidated. “I don’t know what they told you about me, but I promise you don’t want to do this. Let me go, and you won’t have to get hurt.”

“From where I’m standing, it looks like those rumours are nothing more than myth, and it only takes one foot to keep you down. Go on. Impress me.”

In a flurry, you strike her leg with your palm to bring her to her knees. You use the momentum to overpower Kazuha, then grab hold of her neck, and force her down to her back. You transition your hands to her wrists and place your body weight over her to keep her pinned.

“I could kill you if I wanted. So many members of your company failed before you. Do you think I’ve eluded you all for so long because I’m weak?” You lower your face closer to hers and stop just before they touch. A hint of her perfume rises into your nose, a woody scent with floral undertones. She doesn’t blink as she holds your gaze. “As for you, I guess they sent some rookie after me because your resources are thin, either that or someone had a little too much faith in you… Now, I’ll ask again: what’s your name?”

“Kazuha. Maybe that’s my real name, maybe it’s not, but that’s what you’ll call me.” She stifles a giggle with a smirk before continuing, “maybe you could kill me. Maybe you couldn’t. But I know that you won’t.”

“Yet,” you reply promptly.

She glances down at your body, hovering just above her own. “You definitely aren’t weak. So it’s a good thing that I’m not here to fight you.” 

“If you aren’t here to fight me, why are you here? If you were after me like the others, this would end in a fight, a pretty one-sided one. What is that you’re actually here for, Kazuha?”

“You have your methods, and I have mine. Sometimes violence isn’t the only answer. Sure, you could take down every operative we send to fight you. Me?” Kazuha pushes her knee up the inside of your thigh, pressing into your crotch. “My methods are a little different.”

“Well, miss Kazuha, if I didn’t know any better, you were sent here to seduce me. Why would the company ever think  I’d accept capture in exchange for a fuck?” In a desperate search, she glances side-to-side as you pressure her. The safe room only contained your temporary surveillance equipment at the far side—nothing for her to use. “Some of them are probably friends of yours… Don’t you just hate me for that?” you ask teasingly, trying to force her hand.

“Your mouth says one thing, but your body tells me something else.” Kazuha presses her knee slightly into your crotch, the direction in which a lot of the blood in your body is flowing—causing you to stiffen. “You could have killed me by now. Hell, I could have killed you by now. But we both know that’s not what either of us really wants.” 

Her other leg joins the first, tucked between your own. In one fell swoop, she lifts your lower body, and her hands slip from your grasp, then she pulls your head down. You flip forward, crash down the wooden floor and land on your back. Kazuha utilises her athleticism to roll backwards, taking position above you, sitting on your crotch with her hands on your chest.

“Oh, you’re different from the others, alright. So what are you going to do to me? Nakamura Kazuha?" 

Startled for a brief second that you knew her identity from the start, Kazuha lets out a soft sigh as she regains her composure and redoubles her efforts.

She leans in close to your ear; the potent concoction of jasmine and cedarwood in her perfume fills your airways, confirming your earlier suspicions. Her breath hits your ear as she whispers, “you know all about me. I know all about you. You know what I want. I know what you want. So what are you waiting for?” 

"If you know what I want, you know what I want to be called before I give you what you desire. I also know how dripping wet you are. A powerful woman that just wants to be ruined and railed, don’t you? So let’s both drop this little cat and mouse game, baby girl.”

Kazuha whines lightly at your words. “If you think I’m going to call you what you want without proving you’re worthy, you’re wrong.” She leans back, pushing down on your crotch with measured force. With her arms raised above her head and each hand holding opposite elbows, she asks, “now, how about you get me out of this suit?”

You narrow your eyes at her. Oh, she was a fun one, alright, but you’d make her submit. They always did. You use your upper body strength to lift yourself and your hand to yank at the zipper on the front of her suit, pulling it cleanly to the bottom and exposing panties and lack of a bra underneath. “Not wearing much under the suit, huh? Hot.” You slowly apply your touch, one hand to caress her thigh to turn her into putty. 

A soft purr escapes Kazuha’s barely parted lips. She takes one of your hands in hers, pulling your hand onto her toned midriff. “Why would I cover up something this good?” she speaks with a breathy tone as she pulls your hands up her stomach. Your fingers slither up her toned body. “Don’t you agree?” she asks as she trembles at your touch. Take your pick, left or right? Which of her perky tits will you play with first?

Lips first, you lunge forward with a growl, latching on to one as you touch and toy with the other in your hand.

“Mhmm~. Shit, that’s good, but you have to do more than that.” Kazuha’s hands run through your hair, and then one settles on the nape of your neck, pulling you to her breast. “Yes! There we go." 

You break your liplock with her nipple as you ask, "already so sensitive? Are you sure you can handle me?" 

"Ye—Ah~!” you cut her off by taking a light nibble at her pink nipple.

You roughly caress her other breast and pinch the other nipple. The sensation overwhelms her as she lets out a series of low moans.

“Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll continue, baby girl.”

“No!" 

You take your free hand and run it back down over her tight stomach, stopping right above her soaked panties. Just the tips of your fingers dig under the lace garment’s hem.

"Say it.”

“No!”

“Say it, baby girl, I know you want to. Say it, and I’ll make you feel better than you ever have.”

“No… No, No, I can’t. I won’t…” You continue to lap at her nipple and pull with your lips. Your other hand rubs the edge of her underwear, feeling her wetness soak through. “You want me to touch you, to feel your wet pussy and make you feel good? Say what I want to hear and beg me for it.”

“Please just do it!” You run your fingers right on the edge of her panties, either side of her swollen nub. She pushes her crotch side-to-side, trying to plant her clit on your fingers. The attempt is made in vain as you move your fingers away, increasing her desperation to be touched. 

“One magic word. Say it." 

"Da—Daddy, please touch me, touch me everywhere. Put your fingers in me. Put your cock in me. Fuck me. Your baby girl needs it.” Finally. Broken—they never last long—though she did put up an impressive fight. 

"That’s my good girl….” You inject your finger into Kazuha’s wanting pussy, sliding in and out, feeling her warmth and slickness. Temporarily detaching from her breasts, you look at her pretty face—twisted in lusting agony. 

You kiss her roughly and slide your tongue into her mouth. In a daring expedition of her mouth, you enjoy the sweet taste. Similar to your battle of wills, she attempts to fight tongue-to-tongue, but you force her to concede. To relieve her for just a moment, you pull out the single finger from her warm hole, hovering by the entrance. The second assault begins, this time with a double finger approach. She bites down on both your tongue and her own. Inaudible sounds of pleasure cause vibrations in your mouth as she moans into it. 

Your pursuit of her sweet lips continues as you stroke one hand on her silky hair.“Do you want Daddy to taste you now? You’re all ripe from my touch, and you’re soaking wet. I wonder how tasty your juices are, baby girl. Just ask for it—tell me what you want.”

“Daddy, please taste—Ah~!—me, I promise—Ah~!—my sweet juices will satisfy—Ah~!—you,” she pleads through sharp, high-pitched moans as you dig deeper into her. 

“Not good enough. Beg." 

"Please, please, please, Daddy. Please eat my wet pussy. I need you now, please, Daddy.” Kazuha forces the words out through gritted teeth, holding back her pleasure.

To change positions, you utilise your strength to push Kazuha down on her back and grab her legs. You lower yourself to close her glistening pussy; this causes her to beg for your touch, “mhmm~… Daddy, please!”

You pull at the opening in her suit, forcing it further open. She slides her arms out of the sleeves to create enough slack for you to pull the gap down to her thighs. With no way to easily remove them, you hook the fingers of both your hands into her lace panties and pull them apart with a loud rip. “Wha!—Oh my God, Daddy, you don’t waste time. Please eat me, eat me like your favourite meal. Please, Daddy!”

She tastes exquisite. Her addicting liquid fills your mouth and all around it. You slurp and probe your tongue everywhere, covering every inch and hitting her clit several times. You use one hand roughly to stroke her amazingly toned legs and thighs and the other to palm at her breast. Shockwaves of pleasure spike through Kazuha’s body, and her eyes roll back because you hit all the sensitive spots in her pussy.

The robust and defiant character you met has lost all of her resilience at your touch. Kazuha is reduced to nothing but a squirming mess under the spell of your tongue. Her arms flail against the wooden floor in a desperate search for something—anything—to grab hold of. Her hands eventually find the back of your head, and then they bury themselves into your hair, her nails scratching lightly at your scalp. 

She throws back her head to the floor in pure bliss. A constant stream of moans escapes her mouth as she forces out a few words amid her pleasure. “Yes… Daddy~ There~! Again! Up! Yes! Please right there!”

You keep up your relentless licking, diving deeper and deeper into her wet folds. “Daddy… I’m going… Going to… Yes!" 

"Give it to me, baby girl, let it all out, let all your juices out for me to taste. All the tension, the pent up anger, your brutal training, let it all out now.”

You hook two fingers deep into her folds, then navigate your way to the rough patch inside her, applying immense pressure to her sweet spot. Her clit is the target for our tongue, and you focus on creating a rapid rhythmic pace. Kazuha loses her mind; the pleasure inside her becomes too much. “That’s it! I’m gonn—” Her words are now replaced by unintelligible syllables right before she hits her peak. Her nails dig deeper into your skull. Her toned thighs shake violently beside your head, closing together to keep your mouth buried in her wet folds.

She gushes a flood of her slick, wet pussy juices. The force doesn’t stop you from deftly soaking it into your tongue and mouth, lapping up every drop. She shivers and tries to get her thoughts back as just your tongue alone caused her to blackout for a moment.

Having already licked her clean, you reposition. Again you meet face-to-face, but you approach with softer eyes this time. “The things they do to people like you…it’s too much. It’s wrong.” You caress her face tenderly. “To turn vulnerable people into human weapons… you don’t have to live this life, Kazuha.”

“You think… you… know me?” she replies through heavy breaths.

You know how much more valued she could be to you than some heartless corporation. “I know you don’t want to live this way, and you can do much better than working for them.”

“I thought you had me figured out, but I guess not.” She smirks, letting out a little laugh at your shock. “You still think I work for them?”

You look at her eyes calculatingly. “Then why are you here?”

“I guess you could say I’m a fan and not just of the work you did now.” Kazuha returns your previous show of affection, stroking your cheek softly before continuing, “the truth is—I do exactly what you do." 

"Are you…" 

"Milan. Last year?” The smirk you had grown familiar with returned to her face again.

“That was you that saved me in Milan? And after that, have you been following me ever since?”

"Every step. I was always one behind. Istanbul. Cape Town. Jakarta. Tokyo. Even back home in Seoul.” With each city she names, she moves her face closer to yours until she is so close that her breath touches your lips. “But now I couldn’t be closer. There’s one last step to take.”

“If you followed me so far and aren’t some corporate shill, you know I don’t enjoy hurting people from the company. I just want the corruption to stop.“

"Of course, Daddy doesn’t really want to hurt anyone, does he?” She runs her slim forefinger down your neck to the centre of your chest. Kazuha stops and pokes her fingernail into you. “Unless they ask for it.” She pushes you back with her finger. You accept her guidance and lie on your back. She stands, then pulls off the rest of her outfit, her naked body over you. “And right now, I’m asking, Daddy.”

Kazuha’s slim figure is a work of art. Your body overheats with sexual desire. However, your heart yearns for someone who understands you. Maybe this is precisely what you need. Not only right now, but you could use a partner in the future. In your crusade to take down the powerful corrupt, maybe you didn’t have to be alone anymore. “You’re…you are beautiful Kazuha.” She looks stunned for a moment at the sincerity of your words.

She falls to her knees, right over you, and takes hold of your face. “You mean it, don’t you?” A look of enlightenment overcomes her face, probably a reflection of your own expression.

“I do." 

"I was right. There’s more to you than some cold revenge.” Kazuha places her hand on the left side of your chest. “Your passion drives you. It’s so attractive to see a man who follows his heart. What does your heart tell you to do right now?”

“I want you Kazuha. Join me on my journey.” Your weakness surfaces for a brief moment, and your hard exterior crumbled—a dangerous game to play with a girl you just met.

“I want you too, we can be together, but right now, I need you inside me, Daddy.”

You kiss her deeply, with desire, but with something purer too. Something you have not felt in a long time. You hold her head and pull her deeper into your lips, never wanting her to escape from your arms. She grinds on you and unzips your zipper to dig out your cock. You take the opportunity to reassert your dominance. "Ride me, baby girl. If you want to come with me, you’ve got to cum for me.”

With your cock finally free from its restraints, it craves the soft touch of Kazuha. A sensation she happily provides. She grinds her wet folds along the underside of your cock, covering it in her warm juices. 

“How does it feel? Do you think you can take it?” you ask.

“Fuck, it’s so big, but I can take it all. I’ll take it all for you, Daddy. I’m a good girl for you.”

She lifts up and then slowly sinks onto your raging cock. Both of you groan, and your eyes roll back at the pleasure—a moment of pure lust and passion. Two damaged people scarred from the horrors of battle finally unify their bodies and souls in a blissful release.

Kazuha was undoubtedly the tightest, warmest pussy you’ve had. You clutch your hands to hers and interlock your fingers as she starts to move up and down.

“You know … I spent so … much time training … that I never … did this before.” She says between her sharp breaths. “You’re doing so fucking good. Keep going. Take it deeper.” She trembles at your instruction as she sinks deeper than before, all the way to the hilt. A shrill moan escapes her lips as you fill her up. Kazuha’s tight pussy moulding to the shape of your cock, hugging it tightly. 

“Your cock is so good…shit…Daddy.." 

"That’s it, baby girl. Show me just how talented you are. Fucking ride me and make this cock yours.”

Spurred by your commands, she picks up her pace. Her face contorts as she increases her effort, bouncing her body faster than before. “I… will… make… it… mine…Daddy.” Her pants have become so quick that only a single word can escape between them. Her toned thighs and flawless ass hit against your crotch with a light slap every time she drops her body onto you. You reach out to palm her bouncing breasts and give them squeezes as she rides you. 

“Fuck… your cock… so big… I’m so full.”

Her rhythm falters, and her pace decreases. You take hold of one of her wide hips—moving your hand from her breast—fingers reaching around to her soft ass and your thumb on her waistline. “Don’t give up now. You need to please Daddy remember?” With a hold on her hips, you thrust up into her relentlessly, forcing her to match your pace. You pump up into her wet pussy with relentless force.

“OH FUCK! Daddy! Faster, yes! I—just make me yours. Use me. Fuck me. Just don’t stop fucking me.“

You sit up to gain more leverage. Kazuha’s body falls against yours, her breasts against your chest and her head into your neck. Her hands claw wildly at your back, scratching you as she attempts to hold on for the wild ride she’s taking. You push your cock up into her as fast as you can. She desperately tries to keep up with your pace, but she loses control of all her senses. "Daddy wants his baby girl to look at him when she cums. Look at me.”

“Shit… Daddy…” Kazuha barely manages to look you in the eyes as she clings to your cock for dear life. You take a hand to her neck—finger and thumb on her jaw—to keep her face in front of your own. “I’m about to…." 

"Do it, baby girl. Cum for me.”

“FUCK! AHH—!” Her words become nothing but a screech as her orgasm takes control of her body. Desperately she tries to face you, her sweaty forehead against your own, but there’s nothing other than pleasure in her eyes—they roll back, out of her control. Her fingers dig into your back. Her toned legs press against your hips—Kazuha’s entire body trembles.

Her juices ooze over your cock, and she collapses on you. You kiss her neck gently. 

You whisper to her ear, “by my count, you’ve cummed twice now, and I haven’t at all. Daddy is disappointed.”

She doesn’t respond for a moment as she takes deep breaths. “Fill me up Daddy. You deserve to cum inside your baby girl. I’m so sensitive, but I’ll take it for you." 

You lower her to her back before sliding your still hard cock into her dripping pussy. The juices filling her pussy coat your cock as it enters—your cock slides into her tight hole. You pump steadily at first, then quickly pick up the pace. Kazuha wraps her arms and legs around your body.

You take hold of her thighs, pushing her legs against her body, her knees into her chest. You place each of her knees on your shoulders. Your cock can slide deeper than ever into her pussy, the new position pushing her walls together, creating an even tighter hole to fuck.

You quickly pick up more pace inside her, the remnants of her last orgasm providing excellent lubricant. "Fuck! Daddy, you’re going so fast! My sensitive pussy feels so good!”

Overcome with desire; you stop holding anything back. “Take it, baby. You’re mine now.” Ramming into Kazuha’s pussy, you repeatedly slam, reaching the deepest parts of her pussy. Empowered by your desire to cum inside her, you pierce through her tightness. Loud echoes chime, and the sound of her grunts and moans only encourage you to go faster and harder. Every inch of your cock feeling her chambers.

“Give it to me! Go on!” Kazuha’s entire body submits to you; her arms cling to you helplessly, and her legs open as wide as possible. Her ravaged pussy is ready for your cum. 

“I’m close, baby girl." 

"Don’t tell me, just fucking fill me.”

“One last time, baby girl, beg for it, beg me for my cum, and I’ll blast everything I have into you.”

“Go on, Daddy, give me everything!” The desire to cum reaches an all-time high. You stop holding back the inevitable. Just a few more fast pumps into her sensitive hole push you—and Kazuha—over the edge. In perfect sync, you both lose control and give in to your primal instinct. From the tip of your cock erupts a stream of cum deep inside her. “Yes! I feel it! Fill me!”

A seemingly endless stream fills her, quickly overflowing and dropping out of her sensitive hole. “Take it all, all of it, baby girl.” One last grunt, one last load of your cum fills her, and you collapse on her, kissing her lips gently. Your spent cock still buried inside her isn’t enough to stop the combination of cum from dripping out between her thighs. Both of you are huffing, trying to catch your breath. “I—will you come with me, Kazuha?”

“Of course, but I want one promise, Daddy. Every time we take them down, everywhere we go, you fill me up just like that.”

You just smile, finally a release for all the stress you built in your pursuit of taking down the group you only knew as The Company.

Off in the distance, a mysterious figure pulls out a phone. 

“It seems your hunch was right, Taeyeon… Kazuha has been betraying us for a while now….” 

"Nakamura Kazuha—the betrayer—such a shame. She had the potential to be someone great here. That’s enough for now. Return and finish your report back at base. I shall send you on another mission soon, Winter." 

Subterfuge And Submission - Pt. 1.5 - ft. LE SSERAFIM Nakamura Kazuha

“I know I said to bring your A-game, but you might have brought too much.”

“What’s wrong? Is it a little too distracting for you? Anyway, you did tell me to be the centre of the attention.”

“You know me; I’m a professional. I can do my job. But can you do yours? Can you still fight in that thing?.

She plants her left foot, pulling her right one around the back, flourishing the move by launching her foot over your head. A perfect spinning hook kick. “How was that?" 

"I see it hasn’t hindered your flexibility. Although you did miss…”

Incensed by your comments, Kazuha launches another attack. She lifts her right foot, then steps forward and plants it on the padded floor in the middle of the gym. As her right foot drops, the left rises to bring her knee to her chest. Her left foot launches forward right towards your face. Yet another kick you taught her—executed flawlessly. The move was fancy, flashy, powerful and even made iconic by that one karate movie. However, to you, the crane kick was an easily readable move. You bring up both your hands and catch her left foot.

“I’m sure any grunt would have taken that to the chin, and it would have sent them spiralling to the floor. Good.” With one hand on her heel, Kazuha’s foot remains suspended in front of your face. Your other hand runs down the inside of her thigh until it hits a metal object secured in a leather holster. “Beautiful and dangerous. You really are unique.”

“A girl has got to keep herself safe when she’s with you, you never know when danger will strike,” she says through a smirk.

“You won’t be needing this now, though. It’s only going to get in the way.” With one hand you unbuckle the leather strap from her thigh and throw the knife across the room.

“You know the event starts in 30 minutes, right? We might miss our chance.”

“Worth it.” You place her foot on your shoulder and slide your hand down her leg to her ass. You take hold of her, pushing her back just two steps onto the wooden floor and against the mirrored gym wall. 

“Fuck it. We can be late. Fuck me.” Kazuha wraps her hands around your neck, then takes hold of your nape and pulls you into a kiss. Your neck strains a little as you reach for her mouth; her leg raised over your shoulder causes her muscular thigh to be trapped between your bodies. 

One by one, the buttons of your white shirt pop open. Kazuha’s hands start at the top and work their way down. Methodically undressing you. With your shirt open and your chest exposed, the next button she targets is the one above your zipper. It’s always impressive how flexible she is; she always seems to bend her body for you in a new way. Somehow, now she is unbuttoning your trousers with her right arm snaking below her right thigh.

Her fingers dig into your waistband and push your trousers down as much as possible with her body still pressed against the cold mirror. You shake your hips a little to make the obstructing clothing fall. Your already hard cock springs free and immediately hits against Kazuhas wet panties.

Her lips pull away from yours so she can speak. “Wow, your cock is already so stiff. Don’t waste time. Fuck me.” 

“Someone is needy today.”

“I’m always needy for you.” Kazuha spits into her palm and then places her hand around your cock, rubbing it slowly to make sure it’s fully coated in her saliva. Taking off her panties would have required too much time to move her around. You opt to push them to the side. Her now exposed wet slit is ready to be parted. 

But there’s no fun in giving her what she wants right away—there’s nothing better than to tease a needy girl like her. You push just the head of your cock in between her folds, holding right by her warm hole. The heat radiates onto your tip. Up and down, you slide your cock along her slick area. From the entrance right up to her swollen clit. Each time you hit her clit, she lets out a small gasp.

“Stop teasing me, you—Ah~!—bastard, just put—Ah~!—it in me,” she says through hitched breaths and small moans.

“You know the magic word. Tell me how much you want it.” 

“Put your cock in me, please, Daddy!” How could you deny her desperate pleas? You slide forward with a bit of force. Your hard length dives deep into her wanton pussy that begged to be filled. Her outstretched leg pressed against her own chest as you pinned her against the mirror. To the side of your head is her tensed, toned thigh and below that is her tight stretched ass cheek against your crotch. Your hands roam freely over her, exploring her athletic body as you always did. All too tempting not to touch.

“How does it feel, my good girl? To be completely helpless as I pin you against this wall.”

“So good, Daddy, just use me. Pump me like the needy girl I am.”

You buck your hips into her helpless frame, each forward push allowing her pussy to sink almost to the hilt—it was always challenging to get your entire cock inside her tight pussy, but it never stopped you from trying. Harder and harder as each second passes, you attempt to bury your full length inside Kazuha. The pressure around your dick is intense as you press against her silky smooth walls—shaping them to your cock.

With her leg as a separator, you remain face to face with Kazuha—unable to get any closer. You lean your forehead against hers, locking eyes at such close range that you can see deep into her emotions—the desire that lies beneath. The animalistic urges that you’re satisfying with every thrust into her. Her jaw is open wide to allow a stream of deep pants to escape her mouth. “Faster, Daddy, please. Use my body for your pleasure.” Her gasps become more erratic as you fuck her faster, just like she begged. 

The lock of her eyes breaks as they roll back into her head. The pants are replaced by primal moans as she tightens further around your cock. Her body spasms beyond her control, the leg on your shoulder pushes you back as her body jolts out of her control. You fight against her collapsing frame. If not for your hold of her helpless body, she would already be sprawled on the floor. But, determined to use her like she asked, you keep her pinned against the wall, fucking her through her orgasm.

Her sensitive pussy floods with cum. More juice escapes each time you pull back, and it runs down your legs to your clothes. You were going to need the backup trousers for the event.

“Oh fuck, you better hurry up and cum. I can’t take it much longer.”

“I’m close. Where do you want it.”

“Don’t dare ruin my fucking dress! Cum in me, Daddy, fill me up.” 

After weeks of fucking like a pair of rabbits, she hadn’t let you fill her since that first meeting. It’s an enticing invitation for sure. The excitement overwhelms. You use all your strength to pin her limp body against the wall, and you lift her other leg to join the first on your shoulders. Carrying her body in your arms with the help of the mirror, you hammer her against it. You’ve never moved your hips so fast as her tight pussy bounces on your cock. Kazuha slides all the way to the hilt with the help of her lubricating cum.

Your rapid pace makes her scream with pleasure, and she hits a pitch she never has before. It all becomes too much for you. Forced to slow as you hit your climax, you fire a long jet of cum inside her. With a series of grunts, you continue to pump slowly, each time shooting another rope of viscous liquid inside Kazuha.

“Yes, Daddy, that’s it. Give me every last drop. It feels so good to have you fill me again.”

“Fuck, your tight pussy is milking every drop.”

“Good. I want it all. You fucked me so good that you deserved to fill me up.”

With every last drop deposited inside her, you slide her legs down one at a time. She attempts to stand on her two feet, but her used body gives out. Kazuha collapses to her knees, sitting on her feet in front of you. You follow her down, kneeling in front of her.

Kazuha pulls up her skirt to look at her used pussy. “That’s beautiful, Daddy. You fucked me so well.” Your load drips out of her onto the wooden floor between her legs. She places her hand underneath to catch a drop of your seed before bringing it to her mouth. “You still taste amazing, maybe even a little better after being inside me.”

“You know we’re late, right?” you ask. “You better get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll handle my own mess.”

“Yes, Daddy. We can’t miss our chance.”

Special - LOONA Haseul

18+ Loonas Haseul x Male reader smut A/N:  I finally wrote my Loona bias. I’m pretty happy with how quickly I threw this together. Not much editing has gone into this.

Tags/TW: Cunnilingus, Cream-pie, Breeding, dry-humping, oral, angst.

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Word count: 5,351 (idk how there’s this many)

Enjoy!

Tonight is brutally cold, not just the negative temperatures outside or the frozen water falling from the sky. Enter ‌your apartment and accept the warmth. Embrace the heat on your cold flesh. Brush away the snow from your jacket and the disappointment from your feelings. If tonight had gone to plan, you either wouldn’t be home at all, or you wouldn’t be alone.

The apartment had been heated all evening—your roommate has minor considerations for energy costs. A problem you stressed to her countless times without reparation. But right now, you were grateful for the cosy atmosphere it created in contrast to what lay outside. The snow continues to descend past your living room windows on the far side of the room. Between the black curtains, the white barrage falls in front of the backdrop of nighttime Seoul.

“Haseul?!” you call out into the mysteriously ‌vacant apartment. When you left in the afternoon, she said she would be here all night, and all the lights are on, so where is she? You hang up your jacket and take off your shoes before calling out again, “ya! Haseul?” 

In search of your roommate, you check the tiny kitchen first. You peer your head into the doorway to find it empty. You often caught Haseul here when she was cooking food. Her fried rice, in particular, was one of her best dishes, as was her soup that she always made when you were feeling under the weather. Alas, maybe it was a little late for her to be here. 

You flick the light switch in the kitchen and then the living room as you walk past it to your bedroom. That’s when you hear it. It was a rare treat for your ears to be blessed by this sound. Haseul usually reserved her music practice for when you were out of the apartment. Of course, right now, Haseul had no idea you were home. 

Haseul took the translation of karaoke far too literally. An ‘empty orchestra’ was a strict requirement. No matter how often you asked her to sing for you, she refused. However, you can now seize the chance to hear her play and heal your broken pride with this minor victory. To listen as best as you can, you press your ear against the closed door of her room. Her delicate fingers pluck away at the six strings of her acoustic guitar. She provides her own supporting melody for the main event of the evening, her melancholic voice. 

Her low tones lull you into a dreamlike state. Her voice is as clear as spring water and soft as silk. Each syllable is delivered with precision. Each word is an emotion-filled arrow fired into your eardrum.

“… I feel all this tension You show me no attention Yeah, you’re selfish with your affection

You make my heart beat Like it never has before I stare down at my feet As you walk—”

Haseul’s finger hits the wrong string and breaks her tune, cutting her off mid-verse.

“You were a little pitchy there, Seulie!” Silence answers your comments for a few tense seconds.

“YA!” Suddenly, the stomping of feet echoes through the apartment. Haseul marches to her door and swings it open. “You’re not supposed to be home!”

Haseul stands in the doorway of her room. Her face is a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Like traffic lights imploring you to stop, her cheeks burn red. Balled into fists, her hands hang by her side.

“I thought you had a date with a girl from that app? Why are you back so early?!”

“Well, I heard my favourite singer was performing here, so I came over. I can’t find her, though.” Pointing at Haseul, you tease, “All I can find is my annoying roommate, so where’s the singer?” You raise your hand to your face and place your forefinger onto one eyebrow and your thumb on the other—comically pretending to search, looking over and past Haseul.

“You’re such a goof and an unfunny one at that.” Haseul pouts and shakes her head while crossing her arms. 

“Ah, that hurts.” you clutch at your chest, then close your eyes and grimace to feign pain.

When your eyes open, you realise what Haseul is wearing, or rather, what she isn’t wearing. She is wearing a purple silk gown which hangs from her shoulders. The gown hangs open and creates a gap down the front of her body where she isn’t wearing clothes. There are no trousers or shorts in sight. She just wears her black lace underwear that hugs the flesh between her legs and extends over her hips. The opening also exposes the inside of her long legs down to her feet. Above her panties is her toned stomach, the faint outline of her toned abs on show. 

Haseul’s crossed arms present the principal attraction; they frame and push together her voluminous breasts. The low-cut lingerie barely covers her small nubs and offers a deep view of her cleavage. “Damn, Haseul, cover yourself up around the apartment. You’re going to give me a heart attack.” 

“Oh, come on, you’ve seen it all plenty of times before. Don’t overreact.”

“Well, in that case, how about a little tease?”

“Fuck you,” she says, waving dismissively and walking back into her room. Haseul takes the guitar on which her mistake ruined the song just moments ago and places it on the stand in her room. She then takes the little blue book from the bed and rounds the corner where you cannot see. After coming back into view, Haseul takes a seat on the bed. She pats her hand on the soft covers and says, “are you going to come in and take a seat or are you just going to ogle me from afar?”

“Ahem, right, yeah.” You step into the room, head towards the bed, and then take a cross-legged seat near the bed’s centre.

“So, are you going to answer my question or not? Am I being too distracting for you to answer?” Haseul grabs the edges of her gown and pulls it over her body. 

“No, no.” To reverse her action, you place both your hands on hers. Haseul drops the gown back to her sides with a smirk on her lips.

“Well?”

“I got stood up.”

“So you didn’t even speak to her?” Haseul lets out an unfiltered belly laugh at your embarrassment.

“No, she never showed.”

“Maybe she did show, took one look at you and turned right around.” Haseul looks you up and down as she speaks, chuckling to herself as if mocking you.

“At least I go on dates. What about you?” 

Haseul’s smile disappears from her face, her lips now pursed, and her eyebrows furrowed. “Ya! That’s not funny. I’m just not… not—just don’t.” 

“Oh, but me getting stood up is hilarious?” 

She breaks out in a little giggle again and replies, “yes. Yes, it is. I thought you didn’t even like her much anyway? Why did you go?”

“She wasn’t fascinating, you’re right, but she was hot.”

“There you go, thinking with your dick again. And if you want interesting women, you would stop using that app.”

“How else do I find someone?” Haseul drops her head and replies under her breath with words you can’t make out. “Huh?”

Haseul sighs and says, “maybe you should take a break to think about what you really want?”

“I suppose. My last four dates haven’t worked out at all. I can’t be that bad, right?” you ask quizzically.

“No, not at all,” she says with more sincerity. In an act of reassurance, Haseul places her hands on yours. “Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.” 

“I’m looking at the right places right now, though.” You tilt your head forward to make sure she knows that you’re looking between the gap in the gown at her perfectly weighted mounds.

“Oh, seriously? You get rejected, and now you’re acting like some pent-up pervert?”

“You just spent the last five minutes with your push-up bra forcing your tits into my face.”

“Well, that’s a bit of an overreaction and hey, what the hell? This isn’t a push-up bra, you horny fuck.”

“I dunno, Haseul, they’re not normally that big.”

“It’s been a week since you’ve seen them. Your memory must be as bad as your flirting, Mr Four-Rejections.”

“If my flirting is so bad, does that make you easy? Because it’s worked on you plenty of times.”

Haseul grabs the pillow from behind her and strikes you on the side of the head with the soft bag of feathers.

“That’s for calling me a slut.” She winds up and strikes you again. “That’s for being a pervert.” Again. A third hit to the side of your head. “That’s for saying I’m wearing a push-up.” This time, on the other side of your head, she connects with hit number four. “That’s for not fucking me for over a week.” 

Haseul winds up a fifth strike, a huge overhead lunge that bears down on the top of your skull. You reach up and catch the pillow, holding it now above your head. Your faces are closer together now. “There it is. Now, who’s horny and pent-up?” 

“Well, before someone came home rejected, I was about to get my toys out and fuck myself senseless.”

“Sounds like I made it home just in time, then. Maybe you should call and thank her for standing me up.”

“Yeah, I’ll stick to my toys. Thank you.”

“What did you say last time?” You pull on the pillow, taking it from her hands and throwing it back where it belonged. “I think it was, ‘Oh my god, your cock is so big, I never want to use a toy again.’ Do I remember that right?” 

Haseul strikes your shoulder with an open palm. “Fuck you!” 

“Oh yeah, thanks for the reminder; then it was ‘I only want to fuck you, I want to fuck you all day.’” You let out a soft laugh at her reddening face as she hits you again.

“God damn it, I hate you,” Haseul says through grinning teeth. Despite her rosy cheeks, your renditions of her words clearly excited her.

“Really? Because I bet you’re dripping wet right now that I’m making you relive those memories. Hate me? You fucking love m—love fucking me.” Haseul turns away from you. Maybe your last comment was a little too personal and not as fun as your imitations of her. You decide it’s best to dial back on feelings and make fun of her again.

You continue, “I can still picture your face now, right there on the bed, looking up at me as I fuck you. ‘Oh! Oh! Oh my god, yes! Fuck me harder, fuck me faster! That’s it! Oh, Oh OHH!’” You exaggerate your imitation of her orgasm by almost shouting at the top of your lungs. 

“I do not sound like that!” she shouts as she turns to face you. Her face is burning, but not in embarrassment. The raging blaze of desire inside her is apparent on both her fiery face and lust-filled eyes. “Let’s see if you can actually make me orgasm, and I will remind you how I actually sound.” Haseul leaps forward into a new sitting position. Her long legs wrap around your waist, crossing behind you. On your lap rests her thick thighs and ass. The soft flesh of her thighs melts around your jeans as she rests down on your lap. You bury your fingers into her soft flesh, which feels much like the pillow you just threw away. That’s not the only similarity between her thighs and her pillows—you’ve slept on both of them before. 

The heat of her core radiates onto your crotch as she pushes her body against yours before engaging you in a passionate kiss. A week without your body must have been torture for her. It was rare she came at you so aggressively for sex, but it was also welcome. She is hungry for your lips, eating them like her final meal. Between hungry periods of making out, she pauses only to bite your lower lip. Her nibbles hurt a little due to her aggression. If she doesn’t stop soon, your mouth will be sore.

“I’m going to make you orgasm, Seulie, more than once, and I’m going to make you scream so loud the neighbours downstairs will write a formal complaint—again.” Your words make her breath hitch. 

“Oh my god, please!” Her ‘please’ came out barely as a recognisable word, more so as a moan. Her eyes roll back as she pushes herself further into your body. The thin layer of her soaked panties rubs against your trousers. Haseul takes pleasure in just the slightest friction. “Mmmm, that feels so nice.” Her hot breath hits your face as she moans softly from just not-so-dry-humping you. A wet patch forms on your trousers, right over your stiffening cock. During her furious mounting of your body, you push the silk gown from her shoulders down to her wrists. Haseul slips both of her hands out of the cloth and throws it to the floor.

You take hold of her juicy ass. One cheek fills each of your palms. With a hard squeeze of your hands, Haseul lets out a small whimper and closes her eyes. You pull her in by her ass and push your own crotch forward, your stiff cock pressing your wet trousers against her crotch with more friction than before. With all the strength in your arms, you pull her body back and forth over your crotch. Her entire body is now under the control of your hands, and you play with her like a puppet. 

Haseul throws her head over your shoulder and her arms around you. She buries her face into the crook of your neck, alternating the actions of her mouth between biting your skin and moaning loudly right below your ear. Her hands claw at your back, pulling at the fabric of your shirt and occasionally scratching the skin below. You continue to grind Haseul’s body against your own forcefully. With a repeated push and pull of her wide hips in your hands. 

Haseul’s moans become more pronounced—louder and sharper. Her breath has become erratic and rapid. Short blasts of hot air hit your neck in relentless succession. To draw air deep into her lungs, Haseul’s chest heaves, and her heart pounds against your chest. The pulsations travel through the soft mounds on her chest which press against you.

“Are you about to cum for me, Seulie? Just from a little grinding?”

“Shut… shut up. And make—make me cum.” She gasps out the words through sharp, swift breaths. 

“I have to shut my mouth, but you can jus—” Haseul’s palm plants itself squarely in your face and paws around to find your mouth. Once found, she traps your lips shut.

“Shut up,” she sternly whispers into your ear. Haseul’s grinding is now aggressive as she chases her high. Her soft moaning stops; she holds her breath as her high hits her before releasing her pleasure in a long moan. Much like her singing, the pitch is perfect. Melodic. Her whole body shakes on top of you as she rides out the last of her orgasm on your crotch. Her juices become too much for the lace barrier to hold back and soak through onto your trousers.

Haseul releases her hold on you, falling backwards onto the bed. Her glistening thighs still rest over your own legs, a delicious dish presented on a fleshy platter. She takes a series of deep breaths with her eyes closed. “Fuck, that was good. I needed that.”

“Wow, Seulie, how long have you been holding that back?” You say as you stroke your hand over her still twitching pussy.

“Too long.” Haseul opens her eyes and smiles with a mischievous look. “Well, thanks for that. You can leave now.”

You can’t find the right words to answer back and sit there stunned into silence.

“Haha! The look on your face, I should take a picture. Now I know what you looked like sitting at that table when your date didn’t show.” 

Incensed by her teasing, you intend to wipe the smirk from her face. In one fell swoop, you push her drenched panties to the side and slip two fingers into her drenched, hot pussy. 

“Oh my god!” Haseul shouts before biting her lip in anticipation, but your next move shocks her. With your other hand, you pinch the flesh of her thigh. “Ow! What the fuck! That hurt!”

“Well, it’s your choice: Be nice to me, and I’ll make you cum again, laugh at me, and I’ll pinch you until these thighs are red.”

“You wouldn’t do that to my thighs. You love them too much, especially around your head,” she says before letting out a chuckle. You pinch again, a little harder this time, and you leave a small red mark. “Ow! Okay! No more jokes. Now please take my panties off and claim what’s yours.”

“That’s more like it, Seulie.” Despite her wanting pussy clinging to your fingers, you extract them to pull down her panties. A small whimper can be heard from Haseul’s mouth. You reveal fully what hides beneath: her well-kempt pussy. The smooth skin of her lips just barely hid the pink flesh inside. Her slightly open hole slowly closes again in the absence of your fingers.

You spread her thighs almost split to one-hundred-and-eighty degrees. Her new workout has really helped her flexibility and, with it, your sex life. With just two fingers, you spread her folds and admire what lies between them. It really is yours, just like she said. You’ve never heard nor seen any other men visiting Haseul. You were her satisfaction, and she was yours. Small whimpers escape Haseul’s lips as the tension builds; she waits for you to spring to action.

You reposition and dip your head into your favourite meal. You never had a chance to eat dinner, but that doesn’t matter. Just like when you were younger, you’re happy to skip right to dessert. And what a special dessert it is. From the first taste of her sweet juices discarded on the exterior of her pussy, your hunger is appeased but not satiated. You collect everything on her thighs and lips like it was liquid gold. In anticipation, your platter squirms on the bed before outright begging. “Please, just eat my little cunt. I’ve been waiting so long.”

Underneath her outstretched thighs, you hook your arms. Your hands reach up and take hold of her waist. Haseul takes a deep breath in preparation, one that’s both audible and can be felt in the movement of her stomach. You connect your open lips around her sweet spot and apply a little suction. With the first slow swipe of her clit with your tongue, Haseul exhales via a moan.

You lavishly lick at her swelling clit. The replacement of the rough friction of fabric with your wet tongue created a fresh sensation for the girl spread before you. One that she is not shy about as she calls out into the room, “That’s it! Right there. Don’t stop. You know how I like it.” That you did. You know exactly how to make her cum in your mouth, but you also know how to make her orgasm as intense as possible; tease her a little. You move your securely attached lips down to right over her hole and leave her clit unattended, much to Haseul’s dismay. She lets out a disappointed whine.

She loves how you like to switch things up and pleasure her differently. You fully extend your tongue, punching it into Haseul’s hole. Back and forth, you tongue fuck her until she resumes her soft moaning. This always leads to a more intense orgasm for Haseul and a larger deposit of tasty cum for you. 

Down Haseul’s toned midriff, right above your head, snakes a hand. Not yours, but Haseul’s. Reaching for her clit to force herself to orgasm. Action denied. You run one of your hands over her stomach to intercept the invader of your alone time with Haseul’s pussy. She calls down to you in a shaky voice, “nooo, let me cum. I need it.” You slide your hungry tongue out from inside her and position your mouth back over her clit. With your head back where she wants it, Haseul closes her juicy thighs around your head and crosses her calves on your back to pull you into her warm pussy. You apply a series of rapid licks to Haseul’s swollen clit, at a constant speed, rhythm and pressure. Now you will make her cum. 

“YES! That’s it! Right there! Yes. Yes! YES!” If Haseul weren’t shouting, you wouldn’t be able to hear her through the juicy thighs covering your ears. You can barely make out her muffled moans through the fleshy obstructions as they get louder and louder. The pressure on your skull peaks as Haseul’s thighs clench around your head. Her lower back rises from the bed as she pushes her pussy into your face. With that final push, the fluids that had been held inside her came crashing down onto your mouth and chin. The liquid falls like monsoon season. You desperately try to catch as much as you can in your mouth and savour her sweet taste, but there’s too much. Her sheets join your trousers in being ruined by Haseul’s cum.

“Wow, that was amazing. I admit you really are better than every toy I have.” You can hear her clearly again, even though her voice is now softer than before. Unleashed from your prison, you can sit up as her powerful legs fall back to the bed. All the hard work has made you unfathomably hot, so you pull your shirt over your head. “Take off the rest too,” Haseul says with a renewed hunger in her tone. “I’m going to ride you until you cum for me.” 

With your shirt off, you lie on the bed next to Haseul. “About time. I’ve been desperate to cum since you opened the bedroom door.” 

Haseul sits up to unbuckle your trousers and then pulls both them and your underwear off together and says, “you don’t have to wait any longer. I’m going to hump you dry.” Now on her knees beside you, Haseul leans over and looks down at your stiff cock. “You need to stop making me wait a week between rides. A cock like this is going to waste if it isn’t fucking every day—fucking me every day.”

“You can fuck me every day, Haseul.”

“Don’t let your horny mind write cheques you can’t cash. I’m serious. I want to fuck you every day. Then you don’t have to go around dating bimbos. You can just be with—you can just fuck me.” Haseul looks away from your face and down at your cock. Her aqua hair falls to hide her face. From behind the wall of hair drops a ball of her spit, which she catches in her hand. She rubs her hand messily over your entire stiff cock, covering it in her saliva. This is the first time tonight Haseul’s soft skin touched your cock, and it felt amazing. But it would not stop there. Haseul intends to up the ante quickly as she swings one of her legs over yours.

With her full ass and wide hips facing you, you admire the form of her sculpted body. Above her thick ass—which hovers teasingly over your cock—her arched back presents her two dimples on her lower back; they punctuate the crevice that runs all the way up her spine. Haseul herself may be an artist, but you’d like to meet the artist who crafted her. She is a genuine work of art. 

With a hand between her legs, she guides you against her entrance. After a little rub around her folds, she sets you in position. In a swift move, Haseul lowers her body onto the end of your cock. She takes you exactly to the hilt before you reach the tightening end of her pussy. It clenches the end of your cock. Everything you had done up to this point had only built Haseul’s arousal, enabling you to slide right into her wanting pussy. As the only cock she had ever had, her pussy seemed to preset to your shape. Her walls hugged you tightly, but never enough to push you out. She is made for you.

There is very little build up in pace. Haseul is intent on doing exactly what she set out to do—to hump you dry. Her plump ass threatens to run away from you each time she pulls it forward before she slams it back against you. She causes a tremor in her voluptuous body with each hit against your crotch. “You like that?” she calls over her shoulder. “You like my ass bouncing in front of you as I fuck your amazing cock?”

“I love it Haseul.” You reach out and play with her bouncing ass. You squeeze and pull at her flesh, which moulds under your touch like soft dough. “Your ass is amazing. Your whole body is amazing.” 

Now settled into a rhythm, Haseul swings her head back, and her hair falls onto her upper back like waves invading a golden beach. Her moans echo in the room as she shouts out directly up into the air. “Your cock is amazing! It’s filling my little cunt! You’re so fucking fun to ride! So long, so thick, so special!” Haseul continues to shout superlatives into the air as she enjoys every moment of your cock impaling her right up to her womb.

“Haseul, I’m getting close. Face me.” She does as you wish, regretfully pulling herself off your cock and then turning to lie on top of you. Haseul arches her back and reaches behind her to direct your cock from resting between her ass cheeks and back inside her. This is one of Haseul’s favourite ways to fuck you. She gets to orgasm again face to face with you, before pulling you out and letting you cum all over her back and on her ass. Her eyes show ‌she is close to step one, and the feeling in your stomach means you’re close to step two.

Haseul rests her head against yours. Your noses and foreheads touch, exchanging sweat between the two. She tries her best to keep her eyes open and look into yours as she slams her pussy down onto you, but the pleasure keeps making her eyelids flutter. You take a hand on each hip and match her movements. You buck your hips up into her to meet every bounce on your cock. Each time you make sure to bury yourself deep inside her. 

“You’re so fucking hot, Haseul. Look at me when you cum. I want to see your pretty face while you cum on my cock.” Your words alone sent her over the edge, but the hard fucking you are giving her seals the deal. She attempts to kiss you as she cums, but her moans make it impossible. She forces her eyes to stay open, but they roll back as her pussy tightens around your cock. It took every manner of breathing technique and willpower not to cum inside her. 

You continue to buck up into her, just enough to let her ride out her orgasm but not enough to finish yourself. As her orgasm finishes, she locks eyes with you again. “You look so beautiful when you cum, Seulie.” She blushes and buries her head into your neck. “Seriously, it’s something special. You’re special.”

Haseul freezes with her head still buried in your neck. For a few seconds, her body is tense. Static on top of you, your cock is still planted to the hilt inside her. Haseul raises her mouth to your ear and whispers, “cum inside me.” 

“But you sai—”

“No questions. Just cum inside me. Fuck me and cum in me right now.” Haseul bites your earlobe softly and moans into your ear as she moves her hips again. There was a newfound hunger in the way she rode you. Her pussy almost refused to let you out, gripping onto you like it was the only thing that mattered. Haseul speaks again, urging you on. “Go on. Fuck me. Fuck me and fill me. Make me feel special.”

You give her everything you have, holding her hips and taking as much leverage as you can to pump your cock into her pussy, intending to fill it completely. It doesn’t take much longer of her curvy body bouncing on you to draw you to the edge of cumming.

“Are you su—”

“YES! Cum for me!”

You release shot after shot of hot liquid from your cock buried deep inside her. You paint the very back of her tight pussy white with cum. With little space left in her pussy, it pushes through right into her womb. 

“Oh, fuck yes! That’s it! I feel it all inside me. Fuck, there’s so much!” She was right. After several shots of cum, you had completely emptied your balls inside her. “Now I feel special…” 

Haseul rocks her wide hips slightly with slow, timid movements to make sure she has milked you dry. As your cock softens inside her, Haseul throws herself off to the side, lying beside you. She takes one hand down to touch her leaking pussy, catching some of the liquid that falls out of her twitching hole. She lifts her hand and looks at the cum that’s on it. “I can’t believe you just filled me up. It felt so good, so right.”

“Haseul, what was that? What came over you?”

“I—I—nothing. I just—I’m going to go clean up.” Haseul reaches down the side of the bed and grabs one of her spare towels, holding it between her legs as she sits, then stands, and then walks to the bathroom.

You relax for a moment and soak in the events of the night. What started in being painfully stood-up, then a cold walk through the snow-covered streets of Seoul, ended with you fucking your roommate—which was relatively normal. Then you cummed inside her—which was absolutely abnormal. 

You’re not sure why it had happened, but you didn’t want to dwell on curiosity. The intense sound of the gushing water inside the bathroom fills the apartment. You ‌look around the room as you regain your strength. 

Protruding from under the wardrobe is a little blue book. You recognise it from earlier, the one Haseul put away before inviting you in. It couldn’t hurt to have a look right. It was out in the open, after all. The cover of the book reads ‘Lyric Journal. You never knew she wrote her own songs; she really is talented. The ribbon marks a particular page in the middle of the book. You flick it open to that page and a verse to a song with various markings on the page.

And the title of that page? 

Your name.

Executive Toys - (G)I-DLE Miyeon

Words: 2,642

With the red button held on your intercom, you speak eloquently, “Miss Cho, come you could into my office please?”

“But sir, what about the phone? It’s busy today.” the voice chimes back.

“Miss Cho, turn off the phone. My office now, please.” This time you speak a little sterner. 

“Yes, Sir.”

She doesn’t knock; instead, Miyeon quickly opens the door, slides in, and closes it behind her. She stands at the other end of your office, framed against the white wall like a photoshoot. Always a diligent worker, she performed her job in a strictly professional manner. However, she always took some liberties with her professional image on a long day. Her top shirt buttons had been undone, and sleeves rolled up and her tie hangs loosely from her collar. Her glasses have fallen from the bridge of her nose to the tip. Brunette waves crash against her shoulders, flowing down onto her chest.

“Miss Cho, do you enjoy working here?” You gesture to the leather seat across from you, a signal for your assistant to relax. Now she sits just the other side of your mahogany desk, many papers, folders, files and your nameplate separating you. With a single raised eyebrow, her face is a picture of curiosity.

“Of course, Sir, it’s a great job. I’m proud to work here." 

"Be honest with me, Miyeon. How am I as a boss? Things you like and dislike?”

Miyeon ponders for a moment. She knows you always preach honesty at work. “Um… I—well—You’re very fair to me, Sir. You work me hard but not too hard. And, um, I guess you could be a little more hands-on.”

“Oh? I hadn’t considered you would need more hands-on tasks? What would be helpful to you, Miss Cho?”

She clasps her hands by her thighs and pushes her knees together, looking more shy than usual. “Well, you work very hard, Sir. I was hoping I could help you more directly, and you could tell me how.”

“Miss Cho… you’re already quite helpful to me in your current position. I was worried about overworking you with greater responsibility, but if you think you’re ready, I do have other tasks I could assign you.”

“Thank you, Sir. But I do think there are some other positions I can be helpful in. So if you have any ideas, you can tell me.” Miyeon leans forward as she speaks, her hands still clasped at her knees but her face encroaching your desk space. Her change in position allows you to see past her opened shirt buttons, down to her white, frilled bra that cups her two breasts hanging from her chest.

“Well, Miss Cho. As you can imagine, my job is very stressful at times. I think I could assign you some tasks to help me with that.”

“Sir, the work you do is amazing, and I understand it can be stressful. I will do anything to help you. Anything.” She bites her finger as she speaks, possibly out of timidness but with a hint of flirtatious playing.

“Of course, Miss Cho, more responsibility does mean you would be getting a bigger paycheck. Does that interest you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Miyeon closes her cherry lips around her finger, sucking on it lightly and then pulls it out with a small pop. “So, how can I help?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. It was time to cross the Rubicon. 

“Miss Cho, you’re an amazing assistant, but you’ll be much more hands-on in this new role.  You will help me manage my stress by being my toy. My relief.” You’re interrupted by a small gasp from Miyeon’s mouth. “Now show me that you’re worth that big new paycheck.”

Eyes open wide. Mouth in a perfect O. The shock on her face is apparent. She looks as though she would deny your offer for but a moment. A wide smile replaces her look of surprise.

There’s a brightness in her eyes you don’t see often. Your words have lit a fire inside her. “Of course, Sir. Your new toy will not disappoint." 

"Oh, and Miss Cho, with this new role, you will address me as Master, understood? Now show me you understand and get to work.”

“Yes, Master.” She clambers onto your desk, hands and knees on your documents. Her shirt hangs loosely from her body, right at eye level. In the shadowy cavern of her shirt are her breasts—pulled by gravity; between them, the bare skin of her tight stomach is on show, right down to her waist.  “Oh, these papers aren’t important, are they?”

“Not anymore.”

Miyeon’s right leg swings over, spinning in her place right in front of you. Her toned ass presses against the fabric of her clothes. This wasn’t the first time you took time out of your day to stare at her perfectly formed ass, but this was definitely the closest look you ever had. “How’s the view?”

“It’s good. You’re a playful toy, aren’t you? But you know that you should follow all your master’s instructions. Here’s a simple one: my pleasure comes first. Show me you can help me.”

“Oh! Of course, Master. I can make you feel good.” Miyeon slides backwards from the desk, right onto your lap. Her freshly shampooed hair falls right into your face. She grinds lightly against your body. First, you got to see her ass up close, and now you got to feel it pressed against you. It’s been a long time coming. With an elegant twirl, Miyeon spins and places her hands on your thighs. “Did you have something like this in mind?” she asks before dropping to her knees between your legs.

“Show me what you can do, be a good toy now, won’t you?”

“Yes, Master.” She uses her index finger to adjust her glasses on the bridge of her nose. With a painstaking lack of speed, Miyeon’s hands reach for your crotch. She pulls lightly on your zipper, releasing some of the tension on your stiffening cock. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under there.” A slight tug further, and the zipper is all the way down.

She digs her fingers into the opening, erratically searching for your cock. Her thin fingers take hold of your shaft and pull it free from its cloth prison.

“Omo!”

“Is it everything you thought it would be?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I like the way you look at it, but I would like it more if you put it in your mouth.”

“Oh—Oh! Yes, Master!” Immediately she works on your cock, beginning with long licks from the base to the tip. The final lick ends with her swirling her pink tongue around the throbbing head of your cock. As her task begins, you take the opportunity to fully open and push down your trousers, allowing your swelling balls to hang free.

“Yesss~ that’s it. You feel how it’s throbbing? How stressed I’ve been? Keep it up, and don’t forget my balls too.”

Between the saliva from her mouth and the pool she just deposited to her palm—which Miyeon now rubs on the head of your cock—you become covered in Miyeon’s drool. Her hand moves further and further down your shaft with each rub until she caresses the entire length of your cock right in front of her face.

“Wow, it’s so hard—and so big—I feel all the stress inside. I feel it ready to release for me, release on me.”

The dirty words released from her mouth provide the opportunity for her to replace them with your swollen balls. Miyeon alternates between them, taking each fully into her mouth with a little suck before letting them pop out. Her silky smooth fingers slide up and down your shaft as she continues to suck on your balls.

“You’re doing good. That’s my good toy, my good girl. Tell me something: how long have you wanted this? To be on your knees worshipping my cock?”

She looks up into your eyes, staring beyond your indulged cock, right into your eyes.

“Every time I walk into your office, I can only think about what you hide under this desk. To be honest, after several meetings, I had to go to the bathroom and touch myself thinking about doing this. Every time I have a stressful day, I go home and fuck myself senseless with my toy; but in my mind, that toy is your cock.” Miyeon provides a series of light kisses to your stomach. Your legs. Your balls. Your shaft. Your sensitive tip. She continues, “I always wanted to be under here, with this hard cock inside my mouth while someone else came in.”

Her words provide a moment of realisation. “Did you lock the door?” you ask.

“No. I—" 

"Go lock the door and then come back here so I can have my way with you.”

“Yes, Master.” She walks to the door, hips swaying side to side. While enjoying the view, you raise to your feet.

“Now, how do you want me, Master?”

“Back on your knees, right here against the desk. And I want my toy to open her mouth as wide as possible.” She follows your instructions with aplomb, almost running across your office to take her place in front of you. With her mouth open wide, she drops again to her knees.

“I’m going to fucking ruin this pretty mouth of yours,” you say as you run your thumb over her waiting lips. “Do you want to be my good toy? Then you need to know how to take all of my length, don’t you? But first…" 

You lean down to kiss her aggressively, attacking her tongue with your own. You tease her by pulling your mouth away and leaving your tongue out, just far enough for her to stretch upwards to pursue it. As she reaches her limit, you place it back into her mouth. Repeated several times, she begins to whine in frustration as you play with her. 

"You sound hungry, my toy. Maybe I should fill you up.”

“I am! I’m starving for your cock, Master! Please! Let me have my fill.”

“What kind of Master would I be if I mistreated my toy.” Both of your hands grasp the sides of her head, running your fingers through her soft hair. Miyeon reaches for your stiff cock right in front of her face. “No.” You stop her.

“Please, Master.”

“Don’t touch. This is for your mouth now; open up again.” Miyeon drops her lower jaw, sticking out her tongue, presenting a runway for you to land on.

You smile gleefully and slide your cock into her needy mouth, all the way along her tongue. 

“Oh God, yes, open up more and relax, take all of it. Don’t disappoint me now.”

She battles within herself, she tries to relax, but as you push your way down her tongue into her throat, she is forced to grip your legs. Her eyes close tight as you press further. 

“That’s it, good girl, all the way in." 

Miyeon nods her head, stimulating the head of your cock as it moves inside her throat.

She lets out some muffled sounds, and her words hit the tip of your cock—the vibrating sensation exactly where you need it. You start slowly moving in and out, letting her adjust.

"Open your eyes; I want to see your pretty face while I fuck you.” She forces open her eyes, attempting to look up at you, her eyes have reddened, and water builds in the corners.

“You’re doing so well. Your mouth is so nice. I want to fuck your pretty face every day.”

Encouraged by your words, her tongue springs into action. She licks energetically at your cock as you thrust slowly in and out of her mouth. Her playful activities make her slick wet muscle cover the underside of your length with moist licks.

“Good girl, good girl.” You start pumping faster and faster, holding onto her head of pretty and smooth hair

You take a handful of the hair, holding it at the back of her head like a messy ponytail, pulling lightly on the strands to hurt her a little. The water in the corner of her eyes falls down her soft cheeks, cutting over her blushed cheeks. 

“Play with my balls, make me cum for you. I’m going to paint your face,” you instruct as you pick up your pace. Miyeon does everything she can to take your thick cock to her mouth as she palms your balls and squeezes them gently.“Feel how fucking full they are and get ready to get painted.”

Her eyes burn with a desire to be covered, the special finish you now know she craved for so long. As your cock and balls both begin to twitch under her touch, Miyeon sucks harder than she had before, desperate to pull what she desired from inside you.

“Yes! That’s it, your Master’s gonna—” About to hit your peak, you pull from her mouth. She understands that you’re ready and places one hand around your cock while she kneads your ballsack. Miyeon pumps her hand from tip to base at a lightning-quick pace, forcing you to the point of no return. With her mouth open wide and her head tilted back, she presents herself to receive every last drop of your sticky liquid.

With a loud grunt and tingle running throughout your body, you fire long thick hot shots of cum. Multiple strings land and coat Miyeon’s face. Cum hitting her forehead, nose, lips, cheeks and even her glasses—rendering them useless. Credit to those glass shields, providing Miyeon with the protection she needed to continue to admire you as you covered her.

She is stunned for a moment, a static acceptance of your approval, an approval which coats her face. Then the enjoyment sets in; she smiles widely as the warm liquid runs down her face. Every drop which nears her mouth is caught by her tongue. Unable to see, she removes her glasses. Miyeon lets out a soft laugh while she wipes up each runaway stream of cum that attempts to run away from her.

“It’s everything I imagined and more,” she compliments.

“You’re such a good toy. You’re not just saying shit because of the paycheck, are you?”

“I don’t give a shit about the paycheck. I did this for you, Master.”

“Well, my girl, if you’re doing this for me, shouldn’t my cock be clean by now?”

Actions speak louder than words. Miyeon takes hold of your cock as it slumps—satisfied. Her tongue catches the liquid falling down your shaft before it hits your balls. She follows it all the way back to the tip, taking in every drop. A few more licks on the shaft to clean it. Miyeon pops the sensitive head of your cock into her mouth as she licks it clean, lightly sucking the remnants from your tip. The muscles of her throat visibly move as she swallows the last of the cum from your cock.

“Does that answer your question, Master?”

“That’s my good toy. I have some expectations for your new role. If I want you on your knees sucking my cock, you are to do so. If I want to be fucking your holes, you are to present yourself accordingly. With more responsibility comes more hours, as you could expect. Even on the weekend, you are to make yourself available to drain my balls. And lastly and let me make this clear: You. Are. Mine. You are not even to touch another man but me. I don’t want anyone else’s filth on my toy, do I? Your holes, your mouth, any part of you is for me and me only. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. Any time. Any place. Any hole. All yours.”

Kitten’s Gift - Aespa Winter

Tags/TW: Pet-play, roleplay, daddy kink, brat!winter, breeding, blowjob, collar, oral

18+ Aespa Winter x Male Reader Smut

Word Count: 5,500

In the centre of the breakfast bar by the door to your penthouse apartment, the purple silk ribbon is tied in a neat bow atop a flat square box—a dark object on a white granite canvas. 

A snowstorm is invading the heated penthouse. The door is where she enters, sweeping through the opening like a cold breeze of the season she’s named after—an ethereal figure dressed in white. Like freshly fallen snow, her skin glistens. Her legs and a slither of midriff are shown to you after she slips the long coat off her shoulders. She carelessly throws it onto a coat hook on the wall opposite you while sliding her shoes off her feet.

On the other side of the countertop, you stand ready to greet the love of your life. The apple of your eye. The stars to your night sky. There’s a certain irony in how cold your home feels when Winter isn’t there. For one whole week, you had been without her warmth, but you understand why she left—not everyone is invited to the main stage of Coachella.

“AH! What the hell are you doing just standing there?!” Winter jumped quite literally off her feet into the air in surprise. Her hands cover her mouth to hide her open jaw, a jaw as wide open as her eyes. The round jewels in her face contain a merry glint.

Her socks slip on the wooden floor as she wheelspins from her standing start, stumbling then stabilising. Winter runs around the counter and into your waiting arms. She pulls her body close to yours with her face buried into your neck and her arms under your own. She takes handfuls of your shirt behind your back. One week without her in your arms—and bed—was far too long.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t be home for another ten minutes?!” She looks up from your shoulder, her face just millimetres from yours, and her icy breath hits your lips. 

“Surprise,” you say with a soft smile.

“I’ve missed you so much. I hate that you couldn’t come with me. I missed your arms around me and other things.”

“It was hard to sit here and watch you on screen, but you did great. I’m sure it was amazing to watch the brilliant Winter up on stage doing her thing.”

A small giggle escapes her mouth in reaction to your compliment. “Don’t call me Winter at home. You know the names I prefer you to call me, but I did look good up there, right?”

“You always look good, Minjeong. Those guys—and girls—at the front got a perfect show in that outfit.”

“OH SHI—! My outfit!” Minjeong breaks your hug and looks down at herself. She is wearing her stage outfit from Coachella. “I was going to do a whole surprise reveal for you when you got home. I guess you ruined that.”

“Don’t worry; it had every effect on me you could have wanted. You’re unbelievably sexy, Minjeong.”

“I know.” She winks at you before twirling to give you a view from all angles. Thank physics for the centrifugal force that lifts her skirt up as she spins, her sculpted athletic legs on show from ankle to hip. Her slim waist becomes a blur of light flesh. Her smile has become a toothy grin as her face comes back into view. She was used to receiving all kinds of compliments from her members, fans and pretty much everyone she saw. The past week was no different. The compliments flooded in both in-person and online, but none of them affected her like one from your mouth.

Silently, you stand and admire her. Minjeong places her hand right in your face, her palm almost touching your nose and waves, so her fingers become a bur in front of your eyes. “Helllloooo?”

“Huh? What’s up?” you ask.

Her hand drops to her side, revealing her pouted lips. “I just asked if you missed me? Were you too busy checking me out?”

“Guilty,” you admit. Her pouted lips are just too tempting. It’s been a week since you tasted them, and you couldn’t wait any longer. The thin layer of satin pink lipstick will not last much longer. You finally provide an answer to her question through your kiss. Her lips meet yours in a slow, sensitive dance. You take hold of her face by cupping her cheeks. Similarly, Minjeong wraps her arms around your neck. You both pull each other close.

“Wow, you have missed me,” she says after breaking the kiss. “Do you want to show me just how much?”

Words were only obstructions to getting Minjeong to where you want her. You lift her onto the counter with a hand on each thigh. With legs locked around your hips, she holds you tight against her body. She invites you into her hot mouth. A ferocious assault begins. Your tongue tangles with Minjeong’s, clashing like two swords in a fencing match. Two equals set in a lustful fight born of passion. This lasts only until you concede, with the next step of your plan to come.

“I know how much you missed me, Minjeong, but I got my surprise for my little pet, and you’ve yet to acknowledge it.” you tease.

“Huh?”

“Take your eyes off me for a moment, and you’ll see it.”

She turns to the flat black box with the purple silk ribbon. “Oh, a gift for me? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re after something, and I might just give….” She grabs hold of your crotch. “It to you.”

“I think you should open it first.”

“I’ve already figured it out. It’s the necklace I picked out at the store when we were out last month.” Minjeong says with an arrogant tone in her voice.

“Oh, bless you.” You stroke her cheek, but her pouting face doesn’t flinch. Her lips purse, and her eyebrows furrow. “Silly kitten thinks she knows what it is.”

Her eyes open wide. “What did you just call me?”

“You heard.” Your hand moves down her cheek, slips down to her neck and squeezes lightly. “Kitten.”

“Well, daddy, Kitten doesn’t want to open the box.” She smiles smugly. Minjeong loves when the two of you play like this. Sometimes the two of you just need to fuck, anytime and anywhere. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve snuck off to bathrooms, closets, your car and hell, you even made her sing in a noraebang once. But when you had the time, you both enjoyed playing much more exciting games. 

“Kitten does what daddy says. Now open your present.”

“Nuh-uh.” She shakes her head sharply.

Winter was very flexible in the roles that she takes in your private time, and this time she was reprising her favourite—the naughty kitten. You often wondered how netizens would react if they saw her like this. To see her act like a spoilt kitten who had one thing on her mind—to be fucked until there was nothing on her mind.

“Is my kitten forgetting who owns her? Maybe this gift is the perfect reminder.” You reach to your left, picking up the black box. You lean back slightly, just enough to hold the box between you, before pulling on the purple ribbon to loosen it. “Take the lid off now.”

She rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed grunt. “Hmph. Okay.”

She lifts the box’s lid slowly before tossing it to the side; the piece of cardboard skids across the counter before hitting the wall and falling to the floor. Minjeong lets a small smile slip as she looks down before returning to a blank expression. She refuses to show her excitement.

“Isn’t it great, kitten? It’s real leather, and the inside is full of soft faux fur, so it’s still comfortable when you wear it tight. Oh, and it has a loop here for your lead, but my favourite part is these custom tags I made just for you. Look, this one says ‘Daddy’s little kitty’, and this one says 'Spoilt brat’, and that one says 'Fucktoy’. Oh, and this is my favourite: 'Cumslut’. I think it suits you perfectly.“ 

Minjeongs upper lip quivers as she tries to hold back a smile. She takes a deep breath to compose herself.

"What if I don’t want to wear that collar? You can’t make me wear it. It isn’t my style.”

“Your style is whatever I say it is, Minjeong. If I want to put a collar on my pet, I put it on. If I want my pet to have a fluffy tail, she will have a fluffy tail. And, when I want my pet naked, she will be naked. Understand?”

“And if I want to go take a nap, I will. I’m not wearing the collar; it just isn’t my style. Maybe you can just get me some outfits for next year’s Coachella? And maybe you can bother to come with me next time!” She lifts her right leg right over your head to turn away and then slides off the counter in a dazzling display of agility.

“Listen here, Minjeong. Only good little kittens get treats. And, well, naughty kittens get punished. Next year’s Coachella won’t happen if you don’t treat daddy right because naughty kittens stay in the house. It’s up to you.” As you speak, you move across the room and into her path.

“Ha, you really think you can keep me here? You can’t stop my company from sending me wherever I want.”

You grab her hand as she attempts to pass you and then pull her into your arms. She doesn’t return your hold and opts to pout with her arms by her side.

“You know full well that you aren’t international superstar Winter when you’re in here. You’re my Kim Minjeong—kitten, fucktoy, cumslut. Now get on all fours on the couch, little kitty.”

“Make me. So far, you’re all talk and no action.” She pushes you back away from her. “I knew I should have just found some hot guy at Coachella to fuck my brains out.” She had no limits when it came to incurring your wrath. Her mouth was a weapon to spur you into action.

“How fucking dare you even tease about another man. You know that no one there that could satisfy you as I do. Kitty’s got an itch only I can scratch.” You grab winter by her hair. A whine escapes the lips of her shocked face as you throw her down to the couch and her face plants into the leather. 

“Maybe I wanted to taste something different, drink someone else’s milk?” she says, looking over her shoulder with a smirk. Though the fabric of her white skirt may soften the blow, you know there’s only one way to tame a naughty kitten. A firm spank on the right cheek of Minjeong’s ass sends a ripple down her thigh. 

“Naughty kitty needs a lesson in treating her daddy right.”

“This is supposed to be a punishment? And it seems like someone is jealous. There were so many handsome hot, sweaty bodies that were just aching to fuck me at Coachella.” Minjeong pauses for a moment to place her hand on her thigh. She runs her hand up her legs and lifts her skirt to expose the flesh of her ass. “If you had come with me, I wouldn’t have had to think about all those guys. We wouldn’t have this problem.”

"Yes, all of them desperate to fuck you, I’m sure, while you run around on stage with your short skirt, showing skin to everyone.” You take hold of her other thigh with a firm grip and slide your hand up her slim legs to the hem of her skirt. You lift the other side of her dress a little further and reveal that she’s not wearing underwear.

“But you know that even if you wanted to, you can’t fuck any of them. You are daddy’s little kitty.” You strike this time on her left cheek, harder than the first. An audible grunt forms inside Minjeong’s mouth and her smirk turns into a grin as you continue, “No matter how horny you were, you knew that only daddy can satisfy you.” The third strike matches the second in strength, back to her right cheek.

“How often did you sit here and jack off to me in this outfit? How badly did you want just to ruin me?” She pauses to bite her lip while she raises her ass slightly from the couch, shaking it side to side lightly. “Am I yours? It seems like nothing was stopping me from filling my hole with whatever Californian dick I wanted.”

“You’re such a fucking whore. A cock hungry little slut. But we both know you spent those nights at Coachella touching yourself, thinking of my cock pounding kitty’s little pussy. One week without daddy, you must be dripping wet.” You wind up for another strike to her ass, and Minjeong closes her eyes in anticipation. Instead, you fake her out, placing your hand between her legs, right over her crotch. The warmth of her core envelops your hand. You pull her up, lifting her hips further from the couch. “I feel how warm and wet you are. I feel how needy my little kitty is.”

Minjeong just smirks. You never noticed her retrieve her phone, which she now held in her right hand. With a flick of her thumb, she begins an audio recording. “Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! So this is what American dick is like? Tell me, how much did you like our performance? Hmm. Hmm. Oh shit, right there.“

In an instant reaction, you spank her ass again and hold nothing back as you force a yelp from Minjeong’s mouth. "You fucking whore! You think this is funny?” You snatch the phone from her hand while she rubs the pain on her ass.

“What are you going to do now? Because you might call me kitten, but the only pussy here is you.”

You stop the clip and throw the phone across the room. She had pushed the limit now. “I’m going to show you what a real cock is like. I’m going to use this dirty little kitten as a fucktoy and then leave her in a mess. Now put your fucking collar on." 

You grab the collar from the table, unbuckle it and then take it to Minjeong’s neck. Her hands try to stop you, but you overpower her and pin her arms under your knees as you climb over her. She lies helplessly on the couch. You step over to grab the lead you had hidden in the room. You fasten it to the collar and pull her through the house into the bedroom, making her walk on all fours, dragging her faster than she could keep up.

"Wait! Slow down—I—I’m sorry! The clip was a fake—!” Minjeong stops her pleas as you yank on the collar, and she scrambles to keep up. 

Ignoring her meaningless words, you drag her to your bedroom. “You think that was funny, huh? Well, Kitten’s going to be punished until she begs for forgiveness. Now sit!”

Minjeong wanted to rile you up, but maybe she took it too far? But the truth is, it was exciting. To her, limits were made to be pushed, and your skin was made to get under. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry.” she sits on her knees obediently and lowers her head down in shame as you take your place on the end of the bed.

“Your words aren’t enough, kitty. You’re going to show me how sorry you are. Take your top off and tell me what you are.”

She does as you tell her. “I’m daddy’s little kitten.”

You grab her face by the chin, making her look up at you. “And now your bra. And tell me what else you are.” Minjeong unclasps her bra and lets it fall from her arms. “I’m your spoilt brat.” “Good. Now take off the rest. And keep talking." 

Minjeong pushes her skirt down from her waist to her knees before adjusting to remove it entirely. She returns to sitting on her knees in front of you. "I’m your fucktoy.” You pull upwards on her lead, bringing her face closer to yours and making her sitting position uncomfortable. "That’s better, my little kitten. But, my kitten only has her collar; she still needs her ears and tail.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You slack the lead to allow her to crawl over to the wardrobe, which she then slides open. After retrieving her ears from your box of toys, she places them on her head, then takes the fluffy tail—carried in her mouth—and brings it to your feet. Minjeong drops it and turns around, so her ass is facing you. She stretches forward with her palms flat on the floor, leaving her ass in the air. “Would you like to put it in me?”

“You’re mine, and don’t you ever forget it. A kitten belongs to her owner.” You prepare her tail with a drop of lube from the bottle in the drawer by your bed. You hold it right outside her puckered hole, the cold liquid touching her skin and making her squirm. “You’re forgetting the fourth tag; what else are you?" 

"I’m you’re cumslu—AH!” Without warning, you slip the plug into her ass, and her hole swallows the toy right up to the flared end.

“Ah! Daddy! Fuck, that was fast!” Minjeong pants heavily in reaction to the sudden stimulation in her ass. “Fuck… I haven’t used my ass in over a week. It’s so tight. You should have warned me.”

“You don’t get a choice. I will use my kitten however I want after she’s been such a naughty girl. I’m going to stuff whichever hole I want.” You slap her ass again, slightly red from earlier. “Now turn round and sit." 

She sits on her knees again and places her hands by her face like paws. The collar hugs her neck tightly. The cute little ears sit atop her hair, and the fluffy tail trails behind her. "I’ll be your good kitten. I’m your little fuck toy, and you can use me however you want.”

“Use that tongue and sassy mouth of yours, kitten, suck my cock. I’m going to stuff your naughty mouth.”

Minjeong leans forward towards your crotch, reaching for your trousers. Her ass rises to the air, and she shakes it a little. The tail from her plug sways in the air. She doesn’t use her fingers and instead paws away at your trousers until she pulls your zip down slowly. She uses her mouth to undo the buttons on your jeans. After an arduous task, finally, your kitten can pull down your trousers. Minjeong purrs with excitement as your cock springs free.

“This is the only cock you will ever need, kitten. Play with your favourite toy.”

She looks up at you with innocent eyes, refusing to speak and pretending to be confused by your demands, as she is far too immersed in her role. “Here, little kitten,” you say as you push your cock closer to her mouth. With a confused look, she sticks out her tongue to give a tiny lick on your tip. Again and again. She repeats like she’s playing with a toy. 

“Only good girls get to play. Naughty girls have to please their daddy.” Standing slightly from the bed, you push forward, placing your cock between her plumped lips. Her tongue goes into overdrive on the end of your cock as she sucks gratefully. You return to your seat on the bed. Minjeong’s mouth chases your cock, adamant in her refusal to let it escape her mouth. 

“That’s my good girl. My pleasure always comes first, especially after the naughty shit you pulled today, your sass, that recording, earn my forgiveness, kitten.”

Minjeong always knew what was needed when she had been a brat. She needed to make it up to you and quick. She barely stops for air as she bobs her head on the end of your cock at an increasing pace. Her tongue moves wildly around the head of your cock—her playful side never leaves her. She grazes her teeth lightly on the side of your cock. “No kitten, be careful. You don’t want to be punished further.” The corners of her lips upturn slightly. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She pounces up onto the bed next to you. You shuffle back and lie down flat against the silk sheets. Minjeong is on all fours again, her head right above your cock. She knew that her only option was to pleasure you so she could receive her reward.

Minjeong cups your balls in one hand before placing her head right over your cock and then sinking it onto your twitching length. Her head moves fast—eager and full of energy. She sucks your cock with all her strength. Slowly, she moves her legs toward you until they’re right beside you and then places one leg on the other side of your chest. Her fluffy tail is above you; the plastic fitting stretches out her asshole. Through the valley created by her slim thighs and perky tits, her head continues to bob rapidly on your cock.

You grab hold of her tight ass above your head with a firm grip, kneading her flesh as you desire. You use a finger to wiggle the plug inside her asshole. The pleasure only encourages her to work harder on you, taking your cock further into her mouth with each head bob.

“Take it all, kitten. This is your punishment. Take all of my cock until my first load is shot into your slutty mouth.”

Minjeong struggles for air but doesn’t fight against her need to suck your cock. Coughs and splutters occasionally interrupt her rhythm, but she knows what she must do and only increases her pace each time it falters. The blowjob becomes messier and louder; the wet sounds of her mouth are all that can be heard in the otherwise silent room.

“I’m going to cum! Fucking take it, kitten!”

The sloppy sounds stop. You fill up her mouth with your hot liquid. Her mouth is full. Her throat is full. “A good kitten doesn’t waste a drop of milk.” Acknowledging your words, she holds the seal of her lips around your cock. Each spurt she swallows only draws more out of you. If she’s not careful, she’s going to suck you dry. She stops just in time. You save some for her second filling. Because the best way to tame a pussy? Fill it with cum.

“What do you say to Daddy for you feeding you such a tasty meal, kitten? What do you say to Daddy’s generosity, even when you’re being a brat?”

Minjeong crawls around in a circle on the bed to bring her face close to yours. “Thank you, daddy, for treating me so well. I’m so sorry for being a naughty kitten.” You scratch her head behind her ears. This brings out a smile, and then she nuzzles her face into your chest. A false sense of security, a wall you break down as you take hold of her hair and pull her face back up to yours. “But you know I’m not finished." 

She allows a wide grin to fill her face. "I’m sorry, daddy, you can punish me more. You can teach me a lesson. I’ve been a bad kitten. Use me. Use my body for your pleasure. Do anything you want to your little kitten. Fill me up. Fucking breed me, now.”

You let out a soft growl at that last part. “Oh? Does my kitten think she deserves my seed? Do you deserve to have your pussy stuffed with all of my load?”

“Daddy, please let me take it for you. I want you inside me. I want you to fill me. You deserve it.” She continues to paw at your chest. “Please put it in me. Fill. Your. Kitten.”

“If I breed you, that’d be the end of your idol career. I don’t think you’re serious. And you know Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie.”

“I don’t care about any of that shit right now. Winter is an idol, but Minjeong is your cumslut” She purrs into your ear, which blends into a soft moan. Realisation sets in that she has been rubbing herself while talking to you. 

Minjeong continues, “I want your hard cock inside me. I want you to pump me full.“ Her dirty words trigger blood to fill your length again, something Minjeong realises. "Mmmm, does daddy like hearing how badly his kitty wants to be filled?”

“Keep talking, kitten. Tell me how fucking desperate you are for my cock and my cum. And stop rubbing yourself. You don’t pleasure yourself, only I pleasure you, got it?”

“Oh, have I been a bad kitten again? Oh noooo. Does that mean you’re going to punish me?” Minjeong rubs herself faster, whining into your ear. “Go on, daddy. I’ve been such a naughty kitty. You better punish me. Punish me by filling me up. Use me.”

Growling again, you grab her wrist to prevent her from rubbing herself. “I told you to stop. You fucking brat.” You lunge at her and take control. You climb on top of her and ‌kiss her roughly on the lips while palming at her breasts. Meanwhile, you use your other hand to hold both of hers above her head.

Minjeong writhes under you, struggling against your hold. “Oh, is daddy getting mad? Go on. Get angry with me, daddy. Your kitten has been so naughty. You should be furious. Maybe next time I will get some real American cock and see how you punish me. Would you breed me then?”

That did it. Absolutely livid beyond belief, you take your hand from her breasts and jam two fingers inside her pussy. Her slick juices that have been building since she entered the apartment allow you to slide right in. The sudden action took Winter by surprise. You were going to break her, break her so much she’d never pull this shit with you again.

“AH! What the fuck?!” She lets out a shriek in shock. After several pumps with your finger into her tight cunt, she stops squirming and submits to you. “Oh yes, go on. Stretch me out.” A third finger and an increased pace make her unable to speak. Her tight little cunt suffocates your fingers as you stretch her walls. A fitting punishment for such a naughty kitten. No longer fighting your will, her arms go limp above her head, no longer need to restrain her. Your free hand pushes one of her flexible legs out to the side. You to reach around to her ass. You apply pressure to the plug, moving it around to serve a course of pleasure with a little pain on the side.

“Is this what you want kitten?”

A waterfall of syllables falls from her mouth but none of them makes sense. What does make sense is the look of pleasure on her pretty face. Minjeong’s eyelids flutter as she struggles to keep her eyes open under the pressure you apply inside her. “Are you mine? Am I going to use you? Tell me." 

She uses all her strength to muster a single word: "Yes.”

“Louder. Are you mine? Am I going to use you? Fucking tell me. Who do you belong to?” you say aggressively.

“YES, YES, YES! I’m your naughty little kitten, and you’re going to fucking use me because I’ve been so naughty! Please fuck me. Your kitten needs it.”

You smirk. This is what you lived for, to watch her break down and crumble before you. You inch closer and closer to her wanton hole with your cock, just stopping shy of entering. You take great pleasure in teasing her further. Her dripping pussy leaks onto the bed in excitement for her filling. “Daddy, please!” Minjeong pleads.

“You really deserve my cock? Why don’t you head back to America and get yourself a fucking California cock, huh? Isn’t that what you wanted? Why do you need my cock, kitten?”

Her bratty defences had utterly broken down; nothing more than her hunger for your cock fueled her words. “All the cocks in America couldn’t please me as yours does. I need punishment for everything I ever said. Please, please, please fill me.” Her hands grab your shoulders, and her claws dig into your skin. “Please stop teasing me. Your kitten needs filling.”

You finally insert your cock into Minjeong’s begging pussy—savouring the sensation of finally breaking her. 

“MHMM! Daddy! I’ve been so bad… Fuck me.”

And ruin her you will. There’s no holding back, just animalistic instincts as you pound into her. Your stiff cock stretches her tight hole. The lubed plastic plug inside her ass only creates an extra obstacle to blow past as you dig deep inside her. “How’s that kitten? Is your tight pussy stuffed full?" 

"Yes, daddy—what are you—?" 

You stop for a moment, hold her in place, and pull back, so only the tip is inside her. "This is for not putting your own collar on.” You slam hard into her, to the hilt, hitting your crotch against her tight ass. 

“This is for lying to me.” Another hard pump, and she lets out a squeal as you fill her again. 

“This is for the audio clip.” Another one. Deeper again. Minjeong lets out a scream followed by a whimper. You hit her cheek lightly, then grab her face by her cheeks, making her look at you. “You’re such a naughty little slut, aren’t you? Say it." 

"I’m a naughty slut. Your dirty little kitten. Your fuck toy. Your cum slut." 

Incensed by her expressed desire to be filled with your cum, you continue, “you’re not fucking going to Coachella next year because I’m going to fucking breed you. Your shit today made me realise I need to tame you, mark you as mine properly.”

You take both of her legs, stretching her into a full spit—a position someone so flexible can quickly achieve. Your cock reaches into the depths of her tight pussy, your hips slapping against her submissive body each time you slam forward. 

“Go on, daddy, fill me up. I don’t give a fuck about my contract rules, the comebacks, the performances, just fucking fill your little kitten.” Minjeong pulls her own legs higher so her knees are on either side of your upper body. She wraps her legs around you to place the heels of her feet into the small of your back. She pulls you into her, begging you never to leave. “Go as deep as you can, daddy, all the way in.” You press forward into her tight pussy, her walls clasping your cock. She fits you like a glove, one you’ve worn plenty of times but still fits as snugly as ever around you.

The metal tags on her neck play a simple tune as they rattle together—her shaking body allows the makeshift instrument to provide the backing track to her high notes.

You bury your head into her neck and concentrate on the chase to your high. Minjeong’s sweet nothings fill your ear between her high-pitched moans and rattling collar.

Right there… Harder… Give it all to me.

Go on… Faster… Fill me…

Cum in my tight pussy… Please… Breed me.

The pressure in your body becomes too much. Your seal breaks, and your second load is released into her body. In response to the feel of your cum inside her, Minjeong reacts with her own cum, a satisfying orgasm in sync with your own. The pressure of two synchronous loads inside Minjeong’s pussy almost pushes you out, but you dig deep and allow your cum to fill her up. Spurt after spurt of your hot lead filled her tight pussy.

“Oh my god, yes! You filled me up! It feels so good to have you inside me. I am yours, daddy. I fucking love having you cum inside me.” 

You don’t respond right away, with your head buried in her neck. You let out a few grunts as you force yourself to pump a final few times inside her, milking your cock inside your kitten.

“Are you sorry now, kitten?” 

“I am sorry, daddy, but I don’t regret what I made you do. I can’t believe you filled my tight pussy.”

You let your body roll off of Minjeong’s and take your position by her side in the bed. Both your chest and hers heave up and down in sync. Nothing but pants fill the room until you both fall into silence. Minjeong is the first to speak. “Daddy, if I go break something, can you fuck my ass next?

Head-To-Head

Itzy Yuna & Artms/Loona Heejin x male reader smut [Commissioned fic]

Masterlist word count: 13,663 Kofi(donations/commissions)

There must be a reason. There's always a reason.

Yuna has this look in her eye when she's up to something, and she's always up to something.

She's the one who always has a plan to execute, a scheme to concoct, an idea to hatch. Everything usually aligns with a single, specific purpose: to be the best. To beat everyone at everything. It's why she's captain of the debate team and the track team. It's why she's the president of the student council. She's the type of person to do every possible extracurricular there is, and to dominate them all, no matter how small, no matter how seemingly irrelevant.

Though her every achievement is matched by another, and it eats at her like nothing else.

She's got this sweet smile, a gentle lilt to her voice, and the most charming laugh, but you've known her long enough to understand that none of it means she's on your side. Not always, anyway. Not until she's figured out what she wants. (You're not saying it's all fake. She is a sweet person, really. But there's something else behind her eyes that never disappears completely, no matter how hard she tries to cover it up.)

"Have you eaten today? You look a little pale," Yuna says, her brow furrowing with worry.

"I'm fine," you reply. "I had lunch. Just... a little tired."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to go hungry or overwork yourself. I'm sure it's tough being the principal's son. Are you eating your meals on time?"

Even for Yuna, this is a bit too much. A full-court press of concern, all focused on you. It feels like a trap. "Seriously, I'm okay. I'm just trying to work on a little project."

"Can I help?" She asks as she's already pulling her chair closer to you, so she's practically peering over your shoulder. "What are you working on?"

"It's not difficult. I'm fine. Thank you."

"Two minds are better than one," she playfully says as she leans in a little closer, her hair falling on your shoulder and touching your cheek. Then there's the smell, an expensive, intoxicating fragrance that sends a shiver down your spine and a warmth deep inside your gut.

"Yuna," you say, and even you're not quite sure if you're protesting or pleading. "I'm fine. You don't need to."

You feel her hand on your back. It's warm. Her thumb strokes back and forth. The pressure is gentle but persistent. "It's what friends are for, they help each other out," she says softly.

The touch is comforting, almost enough to make you melt right there on the spot. "I have to be able to do this alone. Thank you, really, thank you, but I'll be okay."

Her hand moves up, and now it's resting on the back of your neck. You can't help but tense up a little bit, and she must notice because her hand goes away.

"If you say so," Yuna says. "Then how about you let me buy you dinner later? It'll be my treat."

"No, no," you quickly reply. "You don't have to."

"Please, I insist. It'll make me feel better."

She's so convincing. That's the thing about Yuna. She has the kind of voice and manner that makes you believe whatever it is she's saying. You feel a strange sense of urgency, the way she says this, the way she's looking at you. You can't say no. "Okay. Thank you."

"See you after school." She stands up and walks out of the classroom.

That was weird. There's an explanation for it, but there's no way she could know, is there? She's always two steps ahead of everyone. How could she have found out about it when your father only told you the day before?

Your stomach growls.

Maybe you should have actually eaten lunch.

-

There are no classes at the moment, not with graduation right around the corner and the last of the finals coming to an end. You're sitting in the afternoon sun, enjoying the quiet before the evening rush. The breeze is cool and pleasant, and the grass is soft and plush. It's a good day to sit and relax.

There are not many people out in the courtyard, but you recognise the one that's been sitting out here almost as long as you have.

Heejin's sitting against a tree. Her hair is a little messy, as usual, but the soft breeze keeps it from being too unruly. Her clothes are a little loose as if she doesn't care about how she looks. She looks so peaceful, so tranquil, as she reads the book in her lap. She has her headphones on, listening to music and blocking out the rest of the world.

She's cute, you think.

You should probably stop staring.

(You're trying not to, you swear, but there's just something so... easy on the eyes, about Heejin.)

There's a sudden swirl of wind, a little stronger than before, that blows the trees. Leaves are swirling and fluttering, and the swaying of the branches breaks the shade that Heejin's tree provides. A ray of sunlight shines down on her, bright and beautiful. The glow makes her seem to shine, but she doesn't appreciate it, it blinds her for a moment, and you see the way her eyes narrow, and the annoyed look on her face.

It's enough to pull her out of her trance. Her gaze moves, and her eyes lock with yours. Her expression is flat and unamused. You can almost feel her judgement from here.

Oh. Yeah. Right. That's what you get for staring. You look away.

"Hey."

Oh no.

"Can we talk?"

You look up, and Heejin's standing over you. She's not smiling, but she's not frowning, either. Her face is neutral and expressionless, but you know it's because she doesn't have anything nice to say.

"Hi, uh," you nervously stammer. "What's up?"

She gestures at the space on the bench next to you. "Can I sit?"

"Go ahead." You slide a little bit to the side.

Heejin takes a seat. "I heard something from a friend, and I was wondering if it was true," she says. "I wanted to hear it from you directly, so I'm going to ask you."

"Yeah?"

Heejin looks at you straight on. She's not one to hold back. "Is your dad asking you to decide between me and Yuna for valedictorian?"

There it is. Confirmation of your suspicions. It makes little to no sense how it got out so quickly, or how it got out at all. The whole thing was meant to be a secret, after all. You hesitate to say anything.

She doesn't seem offended that you haven't answered. Instead, she says, "You don't have to tell me. I already know it's true."

You don't have an answer to that. Heejin is like this; one-sided conversations, like she has her own way of thinking about things. She's a bit blunt and brusque, and it's a bit jarring. It's the kind of honesty and openness that's a bit too raw to be considered polite.

"You don't seem very surprised," you finally reply.

Heejin gives you a shrug. "It's not surprising. The school's a bit of a mess. I'm not sure the principal has his shit together." She looks at you with a slight smirk. "No offence."

You let out a little chuckle. "Yeah. It's okay."

"Your dad's a little..." Heejin makes a vague gesture with her hand. "He's trying. He's trying to be a good principal, I can tell, but he's just a little, y'know, not great."

"I get it."

She lets out a soft laugh and shakes her head. "Well, he's your dad, I shouldn't shit talk him too much. But I mean, it's a pretty big deal that he's making his son pick between the top students. I think that's messed up, honestly."

"To be fair, there's no way to split the two of you," you try to explain. "You're putting up the exact same scores, all across the board. You're tied."

"Yeah. I know. I know." She leans back a bit on the bench and lets out a long sigh. "Yuna's tough to compete against. She always has her head in the game. She's got that look in her eye when she's on to you." Heejin looks at you. "You know what I mean, right?"

You nod your head in agreement. "I know."

"I've come to a conclusion: there's only one way to beat her. You know what I have to do, right?"

"...What?"

Heejin gives you a smirk and leans in. She rests her hand on your thigh. Your eyes go wide in shock, and she lets out a little giggle. "I have to convince you to let me be valedictorian." Her fingers squeeze the inside of your leg. "I can persuade you, right?"

Your hand snaps down to her wrist and holds her. "Heejin," you say, and your voice is a little shaky. "What are you-"

"Don't play dumb, I've seen the way you look at me," Heejin interrupts. "I see it, the way you're checking me out. I'm hot, right? You can say it, I don't mind."

She's such a straight shooter, there's no other way to describe her. There's no double entendre or sneaky little insinuation or subtle implication. It's just plain and simple. Heejin says exactly what she wants, no more, no less. There's something attractive about that. Something... exciting.

But this is a lot to process, especially when her hand's on your leg.

"I... um, I," you stutter. "I..."

"What the hell is this!?"

Oh no.

The voice makes the two of you jump a little. Yuna's marching up to the both of you, and she doesn't look happy. You let go of Heejin's hand, but it doesn't make much difference. Her hand's still on you, after all.

"Are you really stooping so low?" Yuna demands, pointing at Heejin.

"Talking to my friend? That's stooping low, now?" Heejin asks, raising an eyebrow. Her voice is casual and indifferent, almost as if she's goading her. "I can't talk to my friend anymore?"

"Get your hands off him, Heejin. It's not a good look." Yuna crosses her arms. "Don't you have any self-respect?"

Heejin lets go of your leg, but she's as unflustered as ever. "I was just talking to my friend. I can talk to him, can't I?"

"He has a lot on his mind. He doesn't need you distracting him."

Heejin rolls her eyes and starts on the defensive. "I wasn't doing anything like that." She stands up. "He has enough brains to think for himself." She looks at you, and there's a little smirk on her lips. "Right?"

You're about to reply, but Yuna steps between you and Heejin, the skirt resting on her wide hips in front of your face and blocking your view of Heejin. She's staring at Heejin. Her eyes are narrowed. "I don't know what you were doing, Heejin. But it wasn't just talking."

"I was giving him my suggestion," Heejin answers.

Yuna shakes her head. "He doesn't want your 'suggestions', whatever that is."

"He can speak for himself, y'know? He's a smart kid," Heejin says, a little more sharply. "If I wanted his attention, he'd give it to me. He knows what he wants. Don't you?" She asks, looking over at you with a little twinkle in her eye.

"I..." You swallow. It's a bit difficult to think when there's so much going on. "I..."

Heejin laughs a little at how you're a little lost for words. Yuna, though, is not nearly as amused. She steps closer to Heejin and leans in to say something. You don't hear what she's saying. It's too quiet for you to make it out. Heejin listens, and her smirk fades.

"Fine. Whatever," Heejin says. She walks away without a single glance at you.

"Wait," you say to her, standing up. You're about to follow her, but Yuna steps in the way again, and her expression makes you stop.

"What's wrong?" Yuna asks, blinking her wide, innocent eyes. "Is something the matter?"

"I was just gonna say goodbye," you reply. It seems silly to try to explain this, and Yuna is looking a bit impatient. You decide not to say more. "Never mind."

She smiles and links arms with you. She's a lot more close than she's usually been. She's pressed up to your side, her arm entwined with yours, her chest pressed up against your shoulder, soft and warm. You try to ignore it. You're trying not to read too much into things. But it's a little tough when Yuna's the one being affectionate like that. "I was thinking," she says, "we can grab some pizza for dinner if you don't mind."

You take a final glance at Heejin as she walks away. Her backpack is slung over one shoulder. Her headphones are back on. Her head is held high as she walks with a strut. Those long bare legs protrude from under her skirt.

Yuna pulls at you. "Come on."

-

Dinner is, well, dinner. You and Yuna talk, about the usual things. You both chat about what's next after graduation and then she tells you about her family and how her sister has been annoying her lately. You listen. You nod. You talk. You eat. You talk again. It's a little weird, but it's nice, and the pizza's great. You're grateful.

But you know it's all a game.

If Heejin knows the power you've been handed, then Yuna does, too. And if both of them know, then the only way to get ahead of each other is by being more persuasive. Heejin had a... direct method. Yuna, though, she's more subtle, but you're sure her intentions aren't any less self-centred.

She turns the conversation to questions, focusing on you, rather than her. She's batting her eyelashes as she asks you questions about the school, about your family, about your friends. It's all innocent enough, but you're not stupid. You've known Yuna long enough to understand how she's playing you. And she's good at it. It's almost too easy to fall under her spell, to fall for her charms. The way she leans closer to you. How her fingers run across your palm, tracing little circles. The way she laughs at all your jokes, even the ones you know are dumb. How her smile is always on her lips. How her eyes sparkle whenever she's listening. The way she tilts her head and pouts when she doesn't quite get something.

"You're so lucky to be the principal's son," she says as if it isn't an excuse to bring up the whole reason she's even sitting with you. "Must be fun having all the connections."

"It's not a big deal." You shrug. "He just treats me like a normal student." Mostly. "I don't get anything out of it. He's a little strict on me, honestly."

"I don't know, there must be some perks to it," Yuna insists. "I'd kill to be able to have that kind of privilege."

"Yeah? Like what?" you ask. You take another sip of your drink.

"I don't know." She runs a hand through her hair, brushing the strands out of her face, and lets out a little laugh. "You get to be first for everything, don't you?"

You shrug. "Not really."

"And you can probably flunk a class and just make your dad pass you anyway." She winks. "No?"

"Not how that works," you reply. You're getting the sense she's trying to work up to a point.

"Okay, maybe not, but there's got to be something good." She smiles. "You've got any secrets?"

You raise an eyebrow. "What kind of secrets?"

"Oh, come on," she playfully insists. "I bet your dad's told you all the juicy gossip about the teachers and staff, right? Or maybe even about students?"

You don't answer. She takes that as an affirmative.

"Oooh, you're holding out on me. I wanna know!" Yuna grabs your hands and leans closer to you. Her shirt hangs low on her neck, exposing a little more cleavage than you're comfortable seeing. "Tell me a secret. Something interesting."

"Like what?" you ask. You know you probably should lean away, but it feels a bit too rude to do that.

"Anything. Something fun." She squeezes your hand. "I promise I won't tell. Come on. Just between the two of us."

You feel like she's closing in on you. You can smell the faint scent of her perfume, just like earlier in the afternoon, and her eyes are twinkling, her lips pouting ever so slightly. The warmth of her skin against yours, the way her thumb is rubbing your palm. "Okay, fine." You look around, making sure no one else can hear. "The art teachers, she, uh..."

"Yeah?"

"She's getting a divorce, turns out she's into women."

"Oh my god." She blinks and covers her mouth in surprise. "No way."

"It's true," you say. "There's been a whole thing, her husband found out about an affair, it's all messy. Don't tell anyone, okay? I wasn't meant to tell."

"I won't," she says, a coy smile on her face. "Don't worry. I can keep secrets. Your secret's safe with me." She leans back, but her hand doesn't let go of yours. "But it's not just gossip, right? Does your dad ever, you know..." Her other hand joins her first, her palms rubbing your knuckles, her skin warm and soft against yours, her fingers stroking and massaging you. "Ask you for advice? Maybe you have some sway on how things get run at school, huh? I'm just curious, I swear."

It's an obvious question, and it's the kind that you expected she might try to ask, eventually. "Sometimes, yeah."

She nods. Her hands don't stop. They continue to caress and stroke, her touch gentle and comforting, but also firm, persistent, almost suggestive. The sensation makes you tingle a little, a little buzz running through your body. "That must be fun," she murmurs. "So has he asked for any advice lately?"

You know exactly what she wants, but she hasn't quite asked for it directly. You decide to tease her. "Yeah. I guess he's asked a bit recently."

"Oh, really?" She leans forward again, her lips just inches away from yours. "Like what?"

"About, uh, some stuff," you answer vaguely. You can't tell her exactly, you want to hear her ask it.

"Maybe I could help. Maybe we can talk about it and figure it out together." Her hand's moving up from yours and now she's stroking up your forearm, slowly rubbing it. Her touch feels so good, and her eyes are locked on yours, unblinking, her gaze focused solely on you. She bites her lip a little. "If he asked about something like... I don't know..."

You smile. She knows. And she's playing coy, pretending that she doesn't know what she wants. You can't let that stand. You can't let her get away with it. "Spit it out."

"Maybe..." Her eyes glance to the side. "...who to choose for valedictorian?"

It's about time she asks. "And what do you think?" you ask, a sly grin creeping up on you. "You got a suggestion?"

Yuna blushes a little and lets out a giggle. "Me."

"You?"

"Yeah. I think I'd be the best fit. Don't you?" She bats her eyelashes. "My scores are the best-

"-Joint best."

"And my extra-curricular; I have the most-"

"-Joint most."

"And I'm the president, captain, leader of-"

"-Joint leader, captain and president."

"Are you just gonna keep doing that?" Yuna pouts.

"Doing what?"

"Joint," she says, imitating you, her voice lowering. "Joint. Joint. Joint. I mean, yeah, I get it. But you can't say that Heejin is really better than me, is she?"

You shrug.

"Is she? I don't think she is. I know her grades are as good as mine, but she doesn't put in as much work as me. I've been putting my blood, sweat and tears into all these clubs, all the things I'm in. She's just... doing things because she has nothing better to do. I'm actually trying, I'm working so hard, and I know that's worth something." She gives you a look that's somehow innocent and imploring, while simultaneously persuasive. "I deserve to be valedictorian."

You're not going to argue with her, she does deserve it. They both do.

Yuna keeps going, "You can help me, you know. We're friends. I've always been nice to you, haven't I? Do this for me and I'll owe you. Big time. I mean it. I will be very, very, grateful."

She trying so desperately to entice you, and she's doing her very best. The way her eyes twinkle and flutter as she speaks to you. The way her voice goes a little high-pitched and squeaky, the way she pouts her lips and widens her eyes. She leans so far over the table that she hits her drink and sends it tumbling. The glass shatters as it hits the floor and the two of you flinch from the sound.

"Oh my god!" Yuna gasps. "I'm so sorry, oh my god!" She jumps off her chair. The staff are quickly making their way over, and Yuna immediately apologises to them, a look of utter embarrassment on her face. "I'm sorry, it was an accident!"

The staff wave it off and start to clean up. You offer to help, but they refuse, so instead, you think it best to pay and call an end to dinner.

"That's so embarrassing, oh my god," Yuna groans. She covers her face with her hands and shakes her head. "I'm such an idiot, I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it, it was an accident." You smile. The sun has almost set and the sky has turned a dusky orange and purple. The cool breeze in the evening air is pleasant and relaxing. You let out a sigh. You feel refreshed, and there's something to appreciate about the quiet. But the night's coming in, and you know you have to go back. "I'll walk you home," you offer.

Yuna smiles at you gratefully, and the two of you make the trip together.

-

The lady's dorms aren't far from your own. You're about to leave and head home when Yuna suddenly grabs you by the wrist. "Wait, don't go yet."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to give you something before you go."

"Like what?" you ask. "I already owe you dinner, so..."

"No, no, don't worry about that. This is something different." Yuna steps close to you and wraps her arms around you. You tense up, unsure, but you let her embrace you, her arms around your waist and her hands against your back. "A hug."

"A hug?"

"Yup. A big hug." Yuna rests her chin against your chest, looking up at you. Her eyes are twinkling and her smile is sweet. She squeezes you tighter and leans into you. "For being a good friend. For listening to me talk about all the stupid things in my life. For coming out to dinner with me." Her hand rubs against your back. "And for being so nice."

"Um..." You're a little taken aback by this sudden act of kindness. You wrap your arms around her, too, hugging her back. You're not quite sure if this is a bit much. Yuna can be friendly, but this feels a little excessive, even for her. She's holding onto you, her body pressed up against yours, and it's making you a little uncomfortable. "Thanks. That's, uh, really nice. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Yuna murmurs and her voice is low and soft, her eyes staring right at yours, unblinking. Her body is so soft against yours, her skin feels smooth and warm, and her embrace feels like it's melting into your own. You can't help but notice her body, her curves, the way her hips and chest seem to press into you. It feels like she's trying to make you notice. "So... do you think you'll help me?"

"Help you?" you ask.

"About... y'know..." Yuna tilts her head a little and leans back to look up at you, but her hands stay firmly planted on your back. She smiles playfully. "The valedictorian thing?"

"I, um, I haven't really-"

"-thought about it? Yeah. Okay." She pouts. "Do you need more time?"

"Maybe," you admit. "I haven't really been-"

"-been thinking about it. I know." Yuna steps back and lets you go. She smiles at you again, but this time, it seems a bit more... sultry? Seductive? "Okay, fine. But you'll have my eternal gratitude if you help me, I swear."

She turns and skips into her building, and you stand there for a second, watching as the doors close behind her. Then, you turn and start walking back to your dorm. It's dark out and you have a long walk, so you decide to take the scenic route. You pass by the school fields, past the baseball and soccer grounds, and then you pass the gym and pool buildings. Finally, you cross the courtyard, heading for your dorm.

You're about halfway across when you notice a figure on the benches. The same figure as earlier.

"Aren't you cold?" you call out, walking up to Heejin. She's still in her uniform, but she doesn't seem to be wearing anything to protect her from the night chill. She's still sitting there, legs crossed and head resting on one hand.

She looks up at you as you approach. "A little, yeah."

"Why are you out here?"

"Why not?" She shrugs. "It's nice. Peaceful."

You can't argue with that. You look up at the night sky and take a deep breath, letting the cool air fill your lungs. The silence is nice. It feels like the world has stopped, the universe has paused to give you a moment of quiet. "You can still enjoy it while wearing a jacket, maybe a hoodie. Switch out that skirt for some sweats."

Heejin smiles. "You sound like my dad."

"I didn't know your dad was such a smart guy."

"He isn't," she jokes. She lets out a soft laugh, and then she looks back up at you. "So why are you out here?"

"Walking home. Passing by."

"Did she take you somewhere nice?" Heejin suddenly asks with a knowing smirk. There's no malice in her voice. If anything, she sounds amused.

"Dinner. Pizza."

"Sounds romantic," she remarks, with the tone of someone who means the exact opposite. "Did it work? Are you persuaded?" She leans back on the bench, stretching her arms out and spreading them wide across the back. Her position exposes more of her, the skirt rising higher. You can see the smooth curves of her legs, the muscles that have developed from years of track and dance. They look inviting.

"It was just dinner. We talked. That's all," you explain.

"Just talked," Heejin repeats. She's clearly sceptical. "Just talked," she repeats again, emphasising it.

"Just talked," you reaffirm.

"Sure. Fine," Heejin says with a playful roll of her eyes. She leans forward now, clasping her hands together and settling them between her bare knees. She leering at you, now. Her smirk is suggestive, even seductive. It feels like she's toying with you, almost mocking you. "What did she offer you?"

"Uh, nothing. Just that she would owe me one."

"Yeah, she would owe you one," Heejin drawls, nodding her head patronisingly. "Bet she said it with real suggestive eyes, too, and she touched you, maybe held your arm or something, right? Like, really obviously trying to imply she'll fuck you if you made her valedictorian?"

Your throat runs dry and Heejin just laughs to herself.

"At least I know what I'm up against," Heejin remarks. She stands up, slings her bag over her shoulder, and steps closer to you. She's looking straight at you. Her expression is stern, determined, and serious. Her eyes are narrowed and intense, staring into yours, penetrating through you. "Here's my counter-offer: I'll suck you off, right now. We'll go to your room, you sit down on the bed, take off your pants, I'll drop to my knees and blow you."

Holy shit, Heejin's really serious. She doesn't blink, her gaze remains focused on you.

"Then you pick me. You make me valedictorian."

You're silent. Speechless. There's no subtlety, no suggestion, no implication, no hinting. There's a credit to be given for honesty. You can respect the fact that she's not hiding what she wants, or trying to play games or manipulate you. It's refreshingly direct and simple. And yet, it's Heejin. The girl who quietly sits in class and aces every test. Who beats everyone's times in track. Who performs in competitions as a hobby. Everyone admires her. Everyone wants to be her friend. To have her say that, to offer that...

"You're blushing," Heejin says, smirking. She steps even closer, standing on her tip-toes, bringing her mouth closer to your ear, her hot breath hitting you and making you shiver. "Take me to your dorm," she whispers. "I'll make you cum until you can't even think anymore."

There's not an ounce of shame in her. Not the slightest hint of guilt. She's absolutely certain that she's in control and that you're weak and malleable, willing to succumb to her. She's got no doubt in her mind that she's completely dominating you, that she's utterly in charge.

-

Yuna throws herself onto her bed, feeling incredibly pleased with herself. Step one is complete. She picked out a cute outfit that looked innocent, but still enticing. She chose a restaurant that had a casual atmosphere, but still allowed them to sit and talk comfortably. She held his hand, she stared deeply into his eyes, she smiled at him and laughed at all his stupid jokes. And yes, it was embarrassing when she accidentally spilt her drink, but it worked out! He walked her home and gave her a hug, which was perfect. A perfect opportunity to tempt him with her body, and show off her curves. A preview of what he can have if he obeys. If he bends to her will.

Ryujin is listening to all the details of how Yuna thinks she has you wrapped around her little finger. Ryujin can't help but shake her head at her friend's naivety. Sure, maybe she got a few moments where she could entice you, but Ryujin knows you can't be won over by cheap tricks and flirtatious looks. What you need is someone more bold. Someone bolder, someone who will make the first move, and then take charge.

"...and then we hugged, and he was totally into me, I felt his heart beat faster, he was sooo excited," Yuna enthusiastically tells Ryujin. "And then he was just staring at me as I walked up the steps. He was, like, ogling my legs."

"Wow," Ryujin answers, with little enthusiasm. "Did he agree to make you valedictorian?"

"Kinda," Yuna answers. "Well, no. But he will. Trust me."

"You think that's enough? Empty promises and some light flirting?" Ryujin shakes her head and lets out a dismissive laugh. "Bare minimum."

"What? Do you want me to just ask him outright if he wants to bang? That's not how people work, they aren't direct like that," Yuna protests.

"You think Heejin is just gonna do the same? You think Heejin's gonna hold his hand and giggle at his shitty puns?"

"Yes," Yuna insists.

"Nope," Ryujin immediately corrects. "If she finds out that you took him out to dinner and tried to flirt with him, she's going to do something about it."

"Like what?"

"She's going to beat you. She's going to be bold, brash, and blunt, and she's going to seduce him so hard he doesn't have a choice," Ryujin confidently replies.

Yuna scoffs. "Yeah, right. Heejin's gonna seduce him? Please." She rolls her eyes and waves a dismissive hand. "She's pretty but there's no way she's going to throw herself at him."

Even as Yuna says it, the doubt creeps into her mind. Heejin did have her hand on your lap. And her legs... she wasn't exactly covering much. What if she takes it a step further? That uncertainty turns into something else, and Yuna starts to feel a little paranoid. "Oh my god," she says, a frown on her face, sitting up as if she's suddenly had a revelation. "So, hypothetically, maybe, just maybe, she somehow finds out that I went to dinner with him. Maybe, hypothetically, she decides to act, like, bold and seduce him."

Ryujin gives a long sigh and shakes her head. "That's exactly what she's gonna do. There's only one person on earth who cares about accolades as much as you, and that's Heejin. She's going to get what she wants, and that's graduation as valedictorian, even if she has to give up her dignity to do it." Ryujin tilts her head and adds, as if it were obvious, "You should be in his room right now."

"Fuck."

-

Yuna left the dorm immediately, and she is walking that same route you did just ten minutes earlier, her entire body charged with a sense of urgency, her heart pumping with nerves. She's trying to stay calm, but there's no way to not admit that this is, potentially, bad. Very bad.

The anxiety gnaws at her, and as she rushes through the darkness, she starts to wonder what Heejin might be doing right now, what she might say to him, and the kind of persuasion she might use. She doesn't trust Ryujin's words, no, but they keep echoing in her head.

'She's going to be bold, and brash, and blunt, and she's going to seduce him so hard he won't have a choice.'

The thought strikes her, the terrible feeling of just not knowing what's going on in your room. Yuna wants to bash down your door, throw herself in, and see for herself. It's driving her a little crazy.

Yuna takes a moment to process what this could mean for her, what could possibly be going on behind the walls, in the building ahead of her. She can't just walk in alone, no, it's the men's dorm. But... she overheard it once. A few guys were jealous that you had the solo dorm, the big room on the bottom floor at the end of the building. So she could probably work out which window is yours. Then, well, one look inside to see you relaxing, hopefully, alone...

Yuna steps off the path and begins to round the building. It's dark and quiet out, but that just makes her feel like it's even more indecent and dirty that she's finding excuses to spy on you. There are no lights on in the rooms above, it looks like everyone else in the building is either asleep or has gone out for the night. Your window, though, your room... there's definitely a light on.

She draws close, and when she rounds the corner, she peeks up. There's you, just standing in the room. Just the sight of you alone gives her relief.

Until the peeks a little further. Her eyes go wide and her breath catches in her throat.

It's Heejin.

She's on her knees, still wearing her uniform, but with the top few buttons popped, and her hair tied up in a ponytail. You're looking down at her, eyes fixed on hers. One hand's in her hair, your fingers running through it, stroking her hair. You look so pleased, so satisfied. So relaxed and comfortable.

Heejin's hands are on your hips, and Yuna notices her long, elegant fingers pressing into you. She looks so confident, so smug. So in control. So in charge. Yuna can feel the rage inside.

How could this be possible? This can't be happening. There's no way. There's no way.

Heejin grabs your hip and drags you closer, her other hand sliding up under your shirt. Her nails lightly scrape against your skin. She smiles when you flinch, and the expression on your face shows you're enjoying yourself.

Under her breath, Yuna mutters, "No fucking way. She's..."

She's sucking your cock.

Yuna stares. She stares and she can't stop. She can't tear her eyes away from the sight of Heejin, her lips around your length, taking you deep into her mouth. You're looking down at her, playing with her hair. The look of bliss on your face is impossible to ignore.

Heejin's skilled, Yuna realises with a growing sense of horror. She knows her way around it, with her lips circling the tip, tongue swirling and coating you in saliva, and her lips then easing your length further inside her. It's so fluid and smooth, and she's only using her mouth. How good must it feel?

She can imagine it. The hot, moist mouth on you, the soft, wet insides, the pressure of a mouth wrapping around you. The hum of approval as she continues to tease and play. The slurping and slobbering sounds. How it would look like her taking you deeper and deeper, her forehead touching the base, and how her throat would tighten around you.

Yuna feels her body ache. She's watching her position as valedictorian be sucked away down Heejin's throat. The girl whose a joint first, the same as her, is all but sealing her own victory with your climax. Her eyes are wide, staring at the scene in front of her, her fingers dug into the palm of her hand. This is absurd, impossible, unbelievable.

Heejin can't win like this. There's no way Heejin's better than her. Is she?

There's only one way she can stop it.

-

Heejin's sucking your brains out through your dick, making your spine tingle and your breath come in jagged and short gasps. It's nothing but pleasure for you. There are no thoughts, no conscious mind, just the sensation in your core.

Her mouth slides up and down, dragging up your shaft, her tongue sliding along it, licking and tasting the salty mixture of precum and spit. She draws her lips up your head, right to the tip, where she teases you with her tongue before plunging you back into the depths of her throat.

God, it feels amazing, every second of it. You can hear her gagging, choking, the sounds are so vivid and raw that you can't help but groan, tightening your grasp of her ponytail, just like she asked you to. She likes it. You can tell she likes it by the way she inhales every time you pull her close and shove yourself into her. Her nails dig into your ass, dragging you closer to her as you press up against the back of her throat, and she's showing no sign of relenting.

This can't last, though. This kind of sensation, the ecstasy and passion and tension, has a breaking point, and you know your orgasm is coming. Heejin does too, because her pace starts picking up, and her head bobs faster up and down your shaft, her throat choking on your head, her mouth so tight and warm around you.

You fight it, the urge, the need to finish. You want this to last forever, you want it to keep going, the feeling of her lips, her throat, the sloppy noises of her sucking you dry. But the orgasm is inevitable. Your hands instinctively drag her to you, and you can feel the tremble in your hips, the buildup in your balls and the tightness in your pelvis.

But it's all fucking ruined. A bang on the door.

"What the fuck is that?" Heejin asks, pulling you from her mouth with a sloppy 'pop'.

The bang on the door happens again, more frantic this time.

"The fuck do they think they're-" Heejin groans in frustration. She wipes the cum and spit from her lips and chin with the back of her arm. "You have to tell whoever that is to fuck off."

"I, uh, yeah." You pull up your boxers, leaving your trousers open, you prepare to peek your head around the door and let the asshole who's ruining the moment know to get lost. You pull it open to just a crack, enough to bark out a bunch of curses, but you're taken aback by what you see:

Yuna.

"Yuna?" You blink a few times, trying to make sure it's not some delusion. "Wh-what are you doing here?"

"I- uh," Yuna stutters, looking a bit uncomfortable. She takes a deep breath, composes herself, and looks you directly in the eye. "Can I come in? I need to talk to you."

"Um, now's not a really good time." You glance over your shoulder, and you see Heejin perched on the edge of your bed. Her legs are crossed and her skirt is so far up her leg it's revealing the entirety of one thigh and just a little of her ass. She has her school shirt pulled a bit too low, giving an even better glimpse of her cleavage.

"It won't take a minute," Yuna quickly says. She tries to give you an imploring, and a pleading, look. "Please? I have an offer for you."

"Okay, um." You glance over your shoulder again. Heejin raises her eyebrows, looking amused. You bite your lip.

Yuna is staring at you with as much focus and persistence as she can muster. "I promise my offer is better than hers."

How the fuck do these girls seem to know everything? "Yuna-"

"I know she's in there, don't play dumb."

There's no denying it now, she knows.

"What the fuck are you doing in his room?" Yuna calls out to Heejin.

"Thought that was obvious," Heejin replies from behind you.

"You're-"

"Doing exactly what you wanted to do!" Heejin calls out to interrupt her.

Yuna goes quiet for a second, and then she holds out her hands. "Let me in."

"Yuna, listen, we're kinda in the middle of something," you protest.

"You were. You aren't anymore. I came along and now you have an offer to listen to, right? So let me in." Yuna is insistent. "Now."

You sigh and take a step back to let her pass.

She wastes no time. She walks right past you and into your room, heads straight for Heejin, and glares down at her. "So, is this how you planned to win? Sucking him off? A blowjob? Really?"

Heejin smirks and doesn't seem ashamed. If anything, it almost seems like a challenge.

"Okay. Whatever," Yuna goes on. "We're here now. We're all three together. And-" She turns her head and looks right at you. "-you're choosing one of us. Right here, right now." Yuna drops to her knees, her dark eyes locked onto yours as she pleads through them. She unbuttons her shirt completely and lets it fall off her arms. Underneath is a lingerie bra that holds her full breasts, its fabric thin and mostly see-through. "I'm better than her," she pleads.

There's no shame, no embarrassment. She's offering up her body in the name of competition. Her confidence has outpaced her modesty, and she doesn't care. Her body is on display, and she's daring you to look.

"Not really convincing enough," Heejin says dryly, leaning back, with one eyebrow raised.

You're still reeling-utterly astonished by this whole situation-by how absurd it's become. Everything is escalating so quickly, and your mind can barely keep up. These two beauties are squaring off against each other, a contest of sex to see who gets the status they crave. They both want the valedictorian position. Both students with the best grades and perfect attendance managed to find time to lead school societies and run after-school clubs.

Now, they've come to you for the deciding vote. They are both offering up their bodies, their most valuable assets, to earn it. A bit silly. A strange plan.

There's this mixture of amusement and disgust on Heejin's face as she looks over Yuna. This sort of derisive curl of her lip, combined with a half-hearted roll of her eyes. "Wasn't sure you had it in you, to be honest." She lays back against the bed, adjusting her skirt, letting the hem rise even higher on her legs. "Don't get me wrong, I always had you pegged as a bit of a slut."

Yuna just about manages not to show her outrage. "Yeah? You're the whore spreading her legs."

Heejin gives a small laugh, and again she shrugs and doesn't seem fazed. It's like she's unbothered by the insult like it's little more than a light breeze against her skin. "Just playing the game. Just like you, right?"

"This is crazy," you announce. "If the principal found out you're both in my room-"

"-this stays between the three of us," Heejin says, standing up.

"Yeah," Yuna echoes. She's still on her knees, the straps of her lingerie hanging from her shoulders, the shirt thrown on the floor, her plump breasts bare and exposed. "We don't tell anyone what happens here."

"Fuck," you breathe out. "You're serious."

Both girls nod.

They both want it, and they're prepared to do anything to get it. This rivalry is such a natural part of who they are, and who they've always been. How neither was able to stop the other or to find a better way to resolve things, is all connected back to what they must think is inevitable about themselves. They aren't friends, the two of them. Heejin and Yuna, they also aren't simply just competitors-rivals-those words don't go far enough, to explain their relationship. It's one of such dedication and passion, such pride and achievement, that to have someone matching every accomplishment, every grade, every victory, must drive them mad.

You remember watching a nature program once, something about wildlife, some documentary explaining how two aspiring leaders of a pride ended up locked in a rivalry. Though you can't quite remember all the details, something about a rift forming and how things had spiralled out of control between them. If only there was a way for them to live in harmony, some animal expert would have said at the end of the show, sadly shaking his head.

You look at the two of them. Harmony is a million miles away.

Yuna takes you by the hand, pulling your fingers and inviting you to touch her. Her hands guide yours, moving them over the curve of her breasts, and her soft, warm, skin. Her chest rises and falls steadily under your palm, and you caress her, touch her, cup her. You move one hand up, running over the length of her neck, up her jaw, to her cheeks and her ears. You brush her hair out of the way with your thumb, and she shifts forward. Her dark eyes are staring up at you, and you feel a shock run through your body.

"I swear I'm so much better than her," Yuna promises, in the quietest voice you've ever heard. It's soft, but there's also an intensity to it, a persistence like a raindrop hitting stone. "Trust me."

Pursed lips near the tip of your cock. Yuna's warm breath kisses the tip. She moves her tongue up, licking across your head. She's different to Heejin, more tentative, slower, and focused entirely on the feeling. Her touch is more gentle, less ferocious and domineering. When she takes you into her mouth, you can feel the sensation of her carefully tracing your length with the tip of her tongue, coiling you up inside, making you tingle, sparks coursing through your spine.

Yuna is watching you closely, her gaze not straying from your face for one second, as if she's so eager to see your reactions to her touch. Her gaze is focused, and intense, and she appears satisfied with how you're enjoying yourself. It feels incredible. Something about the eye contact, her attentive and focused style, and the way her lips glide up and down with pure reverence, is driving you crazy.

Heejin is behind you, trying to draw your attention. One of her arms wraps around your torso, her hand stroking across your front, exploring and exploring, her fingernails dragging over you in teasing lines. The heat of her breath hits your ear, hot enough to make you shiver, and you suddenly feel her bite your lobe. She knows where to attack, and she starts raining kisses along the side of your neck. Small nips and nibbles. Up to your jaw, tracing lines of heat along your skin. On your ear, her soft, red lips, suckling, her teeth leave little marks. When she sees your eyes are still on Yuna, a throaty, husky, disapproving purr in your ear. "Oh no you don't. Pay attention to me."

Her slender fingers tug at your jaw, turning you towards her. Kisses rain down on your mouth, not satisfied until her lips are plastered across yours. She strokes the tip of her tongue across your own, inviting you to taste, to explore. Her kiss makes you quiver inside, almost melting you, making every part of you tremble and weaken.

But it's when Yuna caresses you further, her hands finding your ass and grabbing tight, dragging your cock deep into her throat. The sound that erupts from you only spurs her on further.

You hear Heejin murmur quietly into your ear while running her hand through your hair, "Enjoying this?"

You swallow, taking a moment to compose yourself. You open your mouth to speak, only for your tongue to trip over an answer.

"I'm sure she's great and all," Heejin continues, "but you want the best, right?" She plants another kiss on your mouth, giving you a tempting taste, and keeping you close. "You must miss how much better I am."

Yuna's efforts begin to escalate, hearing the conversation continue. Determination has been written over her face. Now, however, her eyes dart up to glare at her competitor. It's cute, seeing how hard she's trying.

Heejin slips one of her hands under Yuna's cheek, her nails scratching lightly, scraping down her chin. She hooks them underneath and guides the girl's head, forcing Yuna's movement to stop. You can feel the subtle vibrations of Yuna letting out an annoyed groan.

"I bet you're not even close, are you? You can't cum from this, right?" Heejin's voice is soft and saccharine, dripping with mock sincerity.

"You're trying to piss her off," you point out.

"Good," Heejin drawls. "Does it piss her off, knowing that it's me who can finish the job?"

A frustrated Yuna ducks her head free from Heejin and takes you back into her mouth, starting anew, trying to prove something to someone. She's different now, you notice. Feistier, and more insistent. No more gentle, careful movements. She's moved on from worship, now charging through to ravish. She takes you hard, quickly, and thoroughly. There is an unrelenting pace to her. No patience, no playing, just the relentless need to do. She pulls and pushes, pressing and sucking, burying her nose at the base.

You wince at the heat, the slickness, how her tongue now massages you as her lips firmly embrace you. She's gripping hard at your ass, driving you onto her tongue. The warmth of her breath against your flesh is impossible to ignore. Hot breaths, soft and humid, leave goosebumps on your skin.

This new attitude has gotten the better of you. You can't help but give in. Threads of pleasure entwine up the length of your spine, each sharp twist of Yuna's mouth drawing the sweetest song out of you. Heejin has stolen your voice as a chorus is crawling up your throat, and you can barely hope to keep it down.

There's no stopping you, the finish is inevitable. You move to pull out, to stop yourself, yet Yuna swallows around you in response, taking you deeper into her waiting throat. Not a hint of an intention to let go. No, Yuna refuses to stop until you've emptied every single drop inside.

Heejin still won't relent, either. She kisses a constellation on your shoulder, up the side of your neck, her sweet caresses are lingering, teasing your flesh, dancing fingertips that burn in the best way. It doesn't do anything to soothe the tension inside.

You fill her mouth, flooding her with thick ropes. You can't imagine what it might feel like, all that hot fluid sliding down into her stomach. Once, then twice, then a third time, you spill inside, shuddering and groaning in release.

Yuna drags a heavy breath. It's not even over, as she's already trying to take you deeper. "Mm," Yuna moans, her voice trembling. She nuzzles forward, eagerly coaxing what's left, accepting the remaining throbs against her tongue, swallowing when she has to. You shiver at how she seems so hungry for every drop, her strength only seems to grow the more she drinks. She finally lets you out of her mouth with a pop and flashes a grin.

"So nice of her to finish what I started," Heejin quips and Yuna glares at her. "After I did all the work."

"Maybe you should've finished the job instead of talking shit," Yuna throws back.

Heejin tilts her head a little. "I have much better ideas. Want to see?" She smirks.

Heejin sits on the edge of your desk, reaching out to take your hand. She presses your palm to her chest, just above her breast, her uniform top exposing a tantalizing window of skin.

You look at her. Her eyes. The shape of her face, the sharp lines of her jaw, the elegant arch of her brows, the curve of her nose. The pretty rosy tint in her cheeks. Then her mouth. Her bitten lips, the long neck, the exposed part of her chest. Heejin knows how to pull you in.

Your mind is blank, just fixated on her, how gorgeous she looks. She's pulling open her shirt, unbuttoning it, unhooking her bra. She's undressing, putting herself on display, only for you. It's entrancing.

Her body is perfect, lean and toned, the sculpted muscle and firm curves making her look like a piece of art. Beautiful. Then her legs, perfect thighs, the muscles not too built, but trim and taut, soft to the touch.

She bunches her skirt at her waist, exposing her panties, those small scraps of silken fabric, almost see-through, the threads clinging to the contours of her hips and the mound between her legs. Heejin draws her hand there, exploring the smooth cloth, the delicate lingerie highlighting the body underneath.

She slips her thumb below the edge of the fabric, her fingers following, before she peels them down her legs, shuffling them past her thighs and her knees and kicking them off her feet. Her bare skin is tantalizing, her body like a vision of unknown riches. "Do you like what you see?" she asks, her voice pure silk.

"What the fuck?" It's Yuna's exclamation, and the shock inside it, which makes you tear your gaze away. She is sitting on the floor, in her dishevelled uniform, pieces of clothing half-unbuttoned and hanging off her. "Is there a limit? How far are you going to go?"

"I told you, I have ideas," Heejin emphasises the plurality. She's completely unabashed, and without hesitation, she pulls you by the scruff of your shirt, towards her. A handful of you, drawing you between her legs, and then laying her lips on your skin. Traces of kisses on your chest, the brush of her tongue, her lips, her teeth. Words spoken against your body with hot breath, "Don't mind her. Enjoy me, instead."

It's like being drawn into the ocean. Heejin is pulling you in. Her serenity becomes calming and comforting, and there's no way to escape the feeling. She locks her legs around your hips, her hands grasping and caressing you. Nails digging into your skin and trailing along it. Each pull and tug on you is possessive. You run your hands over her skin. Soft thigh, plump breast, toned waist. Each part is addictive, and you can't decide which to take. You caress her face, running your hand over her cheek, letting her dark eyes shine with affection as she smiles, lifting her head to steal a kiss.

Yuna, the frustrated voyeur, can only watch as you grind yourself against Heejin, rubbing yourself along the sodden line between her legs. With each pass, her fluids cover the tip, smearing them and soaking the end. Each roll gets harder to fight, your instincts telling you to rush the heat into something more.

"There we go," Heejin murmurs. "No need to rush. Take your time. Enjoy me," she insists, encouraging you, "and I can show you just how much I can please you."

Tender. Gentle. This isn't some quick fuck, this is Heejin spoiling you. Worship, desire, lust. Each glance into her eyes sends a bolt of thrill into your gut, and your length continues to swell. Your mind becomes more and more intoxicated with each fresh coat, your cock aching, slowly and frustratingly sinking into her. You hold her thighs, lift them, and drag her closer. She squeaks with your grip, her body shuddering with one steady breath. "Mm, yes," she groans.

"Take me," she begs, and it's a plea that you simply cannot resist. A shuddering sigh of her pleasure at last releases, her head tilting back in an agonising cry. You slide as deep as you can go. No. Deeper. Your pace is agonising. Too slow. Far, far too slow. You grind into her, taking every chance to relish how her body clenches around you.

You know why she's doing this. Why she wants you to focus on her and forget about the other girl in the room. Why she wants to convince you, with every stroke of your cock inside, that she's the one who deserves it most. Yuna might have made you climax, but Heejin? Heejin has you mesmerised. Every twitch of her inner walls against you feels exquisite. Addictive. You want nothing more than to plunge into her again and again, desperate to take it all, all the wet, wonderful friction. Your grip on her hips tightens, holding her close as your bodies collide.

Yuna lets out a sound of frustration and disappointment. Her lips hang parted, unable to believe what she's seeing, gazing on as you are slowly overtaken. The two of you panting. Squeaking gasps from Heejin. Your own groans and grunts. Yuna mutters something, glaring daggers into the pair of you, though her words don't fully register in your mind.

"Mmm..." Heejin breathes, and with another squeeze, she guides your hands up to her chest. You massage her breasts, tracing shapes around her nipples. Your fingers trail and play and press, cupping and squeezing and massaging. Heejin melts into you, gasping for air, her body tingling. She moans a long, languid sigh of bliss, then bites down on her bottom lip.

The motions are so languid, every instant stretching out forever. Heejin's petite body feels so tender beneath you, so pliable. Like it was designed to be adored. Your every thrust is answered by hers, your bodies coming together as one.

When Heejin's fingernails dig into your shoulder blades, urging you closer, you grab her face. You tilt it upward, toward you. Her dark brown eyes meet yours.

Then her body shivers, quakes, stiffens, and spasms. The tight, squeezing depths within her constrict, compressing you. She holds onto you even harder than before. Her teeth bite down on her lip. A yelp turns into a whimper, which turns into a silent cry until all the sensations inside seem to boil over. She writhes in orgasm, her body racked by waves of euphoria, unable to control her reaction. She clings tightly, and the waves of ecstasy ripple outwards, travelling throughout her entire frame. Even her voice is distorted. Her breath catches and she quivers, gasping loudly. She struggles, her grip on you tightening, her body twisting and contorting as she shakes violently.

And you would be excused for thinking that would be it. That her delicate little body could take no more.

But you would be wrong.

She's snaking her fingers into your hair, drawing you to her as she falls flat against the desk. You're over her now. You're fucking her, down against the wood of the desk, nails digging into her thighs. She writhes and whines beneath you, her pants unashamed and delightfully arousing, her red face begging for more.

She's beautiful. All long limbs, dark eyes, soft skin, the supple flesh yielding under your rough treatment.

"Give me everything you've got," she taunts, and she's about to say more, it's on the tip of her tongue, but when you hook her leg and pull it over your shoulder, it cuts off her next retort, and suddenly the only sounds in the room are those of pleasure.

Faster, harder. Heejin has shown off enough, flaunting the kind of sexual prowess you never expected from the quiet girl who always sat at the front of the class.

Then again, it's always the quiet ones...

Yuna's still here. Watching. Enthralled, but also furious. Her hands clutch her skirt, balling the fabric in her fists. She wants to march over to the two of you and kick Heejin aside. She wants to scream her frustrations and push the interloper out of the way. And she wants you to fuck her the same way you did Heejin, so you can compare and find her superior.

Her fists clench to leave bloody crescents in her palm, teeth grit hard and grind. It's not jealousy, Yuna would deny it. She's never been jealous of anything Heejin does or has, because Yuna's always had what she needs and then some. Except tonight.

"Fuck you both!" She declares, indignant, but the pair of you pay her no heed.

And that only infuriates Yuna more.

"I'll report the two of you. This is fucked up!"

Even as you pound her, Heejin has just enough presence to dismiss her with a laugh inter-laden into her moans. "Report yourself for sucking him off, too."

There's nothing else she can say, no barbed insults or derisive statements she can fling at either of you. So she grabs her shirt off the floor and leaves in a huff. The sound of the slamming door rings through the room, like the period to a sentence.

It just allows you and Heejin to go even harder.

Soon the world closes in around you. Only the thumping desk remains, only the frantic rhythm of your bodies pounding against each other, only her tiny moans, muffled into the crease of her elbow, only her clenching pussy as she convulses, trembling. Her tight, warm walls flutter as they enclose your cock, milking every inch, rippling in rhythmic spasms.

You need a moment. To take a breath, gather your thoughts. You're nearly spent, so you change your tact.

You pull her from the desk and turn her to its edge. "I like the way you think," she coos, then sprawls herself against it. Her chest pressed against the wood. Her cute little ass presented in all its glory, begging for attention. It fits into your palms like perfection. Each soft cheek moulds itself to you, filling up your grip perfectly. She squirms a bit, enticingly, pushing her hips backwards against you as if she's afraid you might lose interest.

You enter her once more.

A squeak leaves her lips. It's so adorable. Cute. But also hot as fuck.

Tight body, tight cunt. A tiny little thing, yet somehow able to withstand your assault. Her slender frame jolts with the impact of each thrust.

You slap against her flesh, sending ripples through her skin. Her cute butt. The arch of her back. You grab her there, at the waist-that slutty little waist-and hold onto her tightly while you sink inside. Over and over. Relentless.

She twists, her nails dragging across the desk's surface, scrambling for purchase. Her eyes roll back and her legs buckle, a hoarse wail breaking from her throat. She looks like she's possessed, her features drawn into an ecstatic rictus. She cries out as the sensations overwhelm her. You can feel it happening. Since her unravelling.

"Yes, fuck," Heejin sputters. "Give me what I want."

And you don't know exactly what she means by that. Is it your cock or is it the title, but who are you to complain?

Then it comes, rushing at you like a tidal wave. You fall down on top of her, her delicate body straining underneath you. "Cum," she whimpers.

So you pin her there, under you, and empty yourself inside her. Your whole body sings, shaking uncontrollably as you unload.

"How was it?" Heejin giggles. "To fuck the future valedictorian?" Asked with the confidence that it was a foregone conclusion.

-

Decision day comes. It's been two days since you finished inside Heejin as a form of agreement, and two days since you last spoke to Yuna. It's all hostile stares and annoyed mutterings.

You feel bad. The fact that this whole thing devolved into some sordid exchange of sexual favours really gnaws at you. It doesn't sit well. You knew Yuna liked you, she never kept it a secret. In fact, it's cute that she was trying so hard to impress you. It all felt a little earnest, compared to Heejin's ruthless manner.

You've woken this morning with a conclusion that is quite frankly the easy way out. Yuna hasn't tried to argue it, she just keeps her scowl and glares from afar, like you're the antichrist. Meanwhile, Heejin gives a satisfied smile whenever you look her way.

At least this madness will end. You'll see your father today, give him the decision, and forget all of this, or try your hardest to.

First, you need to get out of bed, though, throw off these duvet covers and stand. Stretching gives some relief to the back, and it perks you up. A shower, breakfast, and some coffee-the standard routine. After that, it's clean clothes and a walk to the office.

That's how it should be, anyway.

You're still in only your underwear when there's a knock on your door.

"Give me a minute! Hang on," you call.

The doorknob rattles but doesn't open. Then there's the hammering of a palm against the wood. Impatient. Persistent. Another rattle of the doorknob.

You concede. Wearing nothing more than your underwear, you poke your head around the door and peek out of the opening.

There, arms folded, impatient foot tapping the floor, is Yuna. "I need to talk to you," she says, brow furrowed and serious.

"What's-"

Yuna tries to push the door but your body is blocking it.

"Yuna, I need a minute to-"

"-we need to talk." Her tone is urgent and agitated. She's not angry, exactly.

You relent. This sounds important. Maybe you've misjudged things. "Okay, okay, come in."

"Finally," she sighs, stepping past you and heading straight for the chair by the desk.

As you shut the door, she turns her gaze onto you. The intensity of her eyes, the depth, like swirling galaxies within a cloudless night sky.

"Yuna... I didn't think you wanted to see me, not after everything that happened."

"Yeah, I've thought a lot about that actually," she tells you. Her eyes don't leave you, roaming across your body. "We both wanted the same thing, but Heejin got there first. Today's the day, isn't it? Decision day. Your dad's going to want an answer." She's wearing her uniform again, freshly pressed, the white blouse starched and stiff, the skirt just skimming her knees.

"I was going to head over soon, actually."

"So it's not too late?"

"Too late for?"

"One final twist." Yuna reaches up to loosen the tie of her blouse. One by one, she starts working her way through the buttons, popping each one through the buttonholes. "How about we revisit the competition?"

"You can't be serious?" You ask, but you watch as she slips the shirt off her arms. Then she's reaching to undo the catch of her bra-soft blue lace cupping her full breasts. She peels the cups down and flicks the bra aside, revealing her perfect chest.

"I'm deadly serious." Yuna stands.

The arousal rises in you quickly, and you can feel yourself getting hard. There's no hiding it, and Yuna notices immediately, a smirk breaking across her pretty face. Yuna takes the opportunity, steps closer, and plants a palm against your abdomen. She trails her fingers down to trace the outline of your cock against your boxers, the thin material not hiding anything. A small laugh.

"There we go, now you're paying attention." She wraps her fingers around you through the material. It's electrifying, having her touch you like this. Her hands are small and delicate, but her grip is firm. She moves her palm up and down, stroking you gently and enticing you.

Your breath catches in your throat, the tension growing as she plays with your dick. "Yuna..." you manage, your heart pounding, your palms clammy.

"Do you like that?" she teases, her thumb brushing across the tip of your head through the cloth.

All you can do is nod, your mind hazy with lust, your legs weak. She grins, a predatory twinkle in her eye. She moves forward, pushing you backwards onto the bed, your legs buckling under the surprise assault. You land flat on your back, and Yuna looks down at you.

"Can I be honest with you?" she asks as she pushes her fingers into the waistband of her skirt. She slips it down, revealing her matching blue panties.

"Yeah?" you reply, unable to keep your gaze off her body.

"I've always kinda had a thing for you," she admits, "and it's kind of annoying that it takes some stupid shit like this for me to say something. But I've also kinda hated that Heejin got a hold of you, like, in a weird way, she won because she was braver than me."

"Braver? What does that have to do with-"

"-she wasn't scared to let you fuck her," Yuna interrupts. She steps forward until she's standing above you. "Guess what?" Her question is rhetorical. She hooks her fingers into her underwear and slips them down her smooth thighs. "It's my turn."

She's beautiful. Flawless skin, toned muscles, and perfect curves. Every detail of her is meticulously crafted, like a sculpture by an old master. It's hard not to stare. Your eyes are fixed on hers as she crawls onto the bed. The mattress dips, and you shuffle up the sheets, unsure where to put yourself as she straddles you.

"Look all you want." Yuna lowers herself down. She places her palms against your chest, pinning you, and lowers down further. You feel a warm heat press itself against your groin. The wetness soaking into the fabric. She begins to slowly grind herself against you, rubbing herself against your erection. "Have I ever told you about my dance classes?" she asks with a smirk, her hips swaying back and forth. She grinds herself against you in a rhythmic, slow, pattern, and the sensation is so intense and pleasurable that you groan. "I'm really good with my hips. Really good."

Yuna keeps going, her body swaying and grinding, and your underwear grows wetter. It's torturously good, the friction from her pussy, the wet heat against your length. It's impressive to watch the way her body rolls, the precision, the control.

Eventually, she slows, smiling slyly. Her fingers trace their way down your abdomen, down your stomach, and hook into the waistband of your boxers. With a slight tug, she pulls them down, freeing your hardness from its confines. She leans forward again, positioning herself above you, ready to descend.

This feels a little unreal. You never expected it to happen, nor did you ever expect her to be this assertive. "Yuna..."

"Relax," she says, lowering herself. She holds you in place. "Honestly, even if you still choose Heejin later, I won't care. I just needed to do this."

Then she lets gravity drop her and there's a sudden pressure around your length, her warmth encasing you, her muscles wrapping around you. Her head tips back slightly and her expression softens as she exhales. The feeling is incredible, and your groans echo hers. The tightness around your cock, the warmth and moistness, and the sight of her perfect naked form on top of you.

Yuna wastes no time, she lifts herself, rolling her hips up, and then slides back down. Her breathing becomes louder, more ragged. You reach out to grab her, your hands instinctively moving to her sides to pull her down into you. She welcomes the grip, biting her lower lip as you pull her into you, her breath coming in quick bursts.

"Does that feel good?" she asks, her voice husky, her body rocking against you.

"It feels amazing," you reply, your hands roaming up to squeeze her breasts.

A soft laugh escapes her as she shifts her weight back and forth, riding you, controlling the rhythm and pace. She's practised and precise like every movement is part of a well-rehearsed routine. "Better than Heejin?" she asks.

"You're incredible," you gasp, grabbing her tighter. The words seem to spur her on further, and she picks up speed. Each movement sends a ripple of pleasure through your body. She's in complete control, dictating the pace, deciding how deep, how hard, and how fast. You've given yourself completely over to her, allowing her to use you as she wants, to ride you however she pleases.

"That's good," she hums, picking up her pace. "I'll do my best for you."

She shifts again, leaning back slightly, changing the angle. She bounces, her breasts swaying with every rise and fall. She has found the perfect spot. "Oh fuck yes!" you hiss, your hands grasping at her thighs and body arching upwards.

"Mmmm," she moans, picking up the tempo. She's riding you now, fast and hard, sweat forming on her brow. "Fuck!" Her curse is rare, strange coming from her mouth, but it's welcome, especially as it's followed by her panting harder.

The room is filled with the sounds of slapping skin and heavy breaths. The air is thick with the scent of sex. You're both sweating, grunting, panting.

As great of a spectacle, as breathtaking a sight, she is, it's a constant struggle. You get so close to bursting into her, only for her to feel it coming, take a moment of pause, slow to a grind and adjust her position again, denying you of an ending. She's teasing you, playing you, keeping you on edge.

You want nothing more than to throw her down, kneel behind her and rail her until you cum deep into her, to hold her tight while you fill her up. Yet, despite how easily you could, how simple it would be to move her and shove her to the bed and do whatever you wanted, you can't do it. Something about watching her is mesmerising, and you can't take your eyes away. You watch her move, how her muscles flex with each rock and roll, how her breasts jiggle and shake with each bounce, how her head tilts back, her eyelids flutter and how her teeth bite on her bottom lip. The sight is far too powerful, far too thrilling, to break away from.

It must be plastered all over your face, the need, because she says, "You can't cum inside, it's not safe, but," and she gives that wicked smile once again, "I have an idea." She drags herself off of you, and then she turns around and bends over, facing away from you, exposing herself, her pussy soaked and glistening. You get the picture.

Then she hits her own ass. An open-palmed slap right across it, making the supple flesh ripple, a red mark stinging bright on her otherwise pale complexion. "Like what you see?" Yuna coos.

"Absolutely," you reply.

She sways her hips side-to-side, a small enticement. "Good." She lowers her hips, settling her cheeks on either side of your cock. Her hand pulls you between them, and as she shakes her ass side to side, Yuna lets out a satisfied chuckle. Then she begins to move, back and forth, sliding you between her cheeks. She grips and squeezes you tightly, using her own ass as a toy.

There's something raw and dirty about it. The way she rubs you with her cheeks, squeezing and pressing you into the cleft between them. Her skin is smooth and silky, her ass perfectly round and perky. It's intoxicating-addictive. Every time she squeezes, you feel that build-up inside you grow hotter. A boiling sensation, searing through your veins. It feels so good, but it's still not enough. You want more.

Yuna knows this isn't enough, and there's only one thing you would wish for her to do next. She pushes her hand between her legs, taking hold of your shaft firmly. Then, slowly, deliberately, she spreads her buttocks with one hand while guiding you between them with the other. The anticipation builds until she finally presses your cockhead against her asshole.

It's tight. Very, very tight. There's some initial resistance as she tries to force herself down onto you, but she's patient. Slow. Inch by inch, she sinks downwards. Soon, the tip of your cock slips into her, causing her to groan in discomfort, biting down on her lip to keep quiet, but she refuses to stop.

You can only watch as she draws your cock into her ass, stretching and adjusting to fit. She gasps, her eyes wide, her expression contorted. She takes a moment to collect herself, before sinking even further, taking more of you into her ass. You marvel at how her tight hole stretches to accommodate you. You've never felt anything like this before; the tightness is unlike any other sensation.

As Yuna continues to sink down, she begins to shudder with pain and discomfort. She's struggling. You place your hand on her ass, rubbing and caressing it, encouraging her. Yuna lets out a long breath, her head hanging down, sweat dripping from her brow. You're barely halfway in but she's rocking her hips and groaning.

"I want you to cum inside," she whispers, her voice hoarse, almost desperate, looking over her shoulder. Her back is arched where her waist narrows, the definition in her muscles more pronounced from the effort.

"You sure?" you ask, gripping her hips tightly.

She nods frantically, her hair falling into her face. Her hands grip the bedsheets tightly. She pushes herself down, finding a rhythm, pushing and pulling. You help, using your grip to guide her, but you're careful not to hurt her. She starts to pick up speed, working herself up and down, taking more and more of you into her with each pass.

It's intense, watching her work, seeing her concentrate so hard. Eventually she relaxes, her body less tense. She's adjusted to the sensation now, getting used to having you buried in her, and she seems to enjoy it. You find yourself lost in the beauty of her body, her slim figure, her narrow waist, her taut ass and toned thighs, the way she moves with such purpose and grace. Even under stress, her poise shines through.

She begins to move faster, rocking her hips, pulling you deeper into her ass. Her movements become smoother and more fluid. Each time she sinks down onto you, she groans loudly. She's loving it, her eyes closed, her mouth open in strained pleasure. You hear her muttering things under her breath, like "Yes" and "fuck." Each time she says it, you can't help but smile. She's really enjoying herself. You love the sound of it.

Her walls cling to you tightly, her tight hole squeezing you firmly. Every time she rocks her hips, it sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, building, pulsing, and growing, until finally, your muscles clench. She grunts in exertion, her arms straining, her body trembling, and you grip her ass hard enough to mark her fair skin with fingerprints.

You hold her in place and you cum. Your dick spasms within her, filling her with hot liquid. You groan loudly as your hips buck wildly beneath her, spilling deep inside. The pleasure surges through every fibre of your being. When you're finally spent, you collapse back onto the bed. You're completely drained. Exhausted. You lie there, staring at the ceiling, your chest heaving, trying desperately to catch your breath.

Yuna is quick to join you, "That was so hot," she pants.

She doesn't say much else, catching her breath. While you're lost in the stars you're seeing, she rolls onto her side and brushes a stray hair from your face. It's affectionate and cute. Soft. Her dark eyes search yours and a playful smile appears on her lips. She reaches out to touch your cheek, tracing its curves before moving to stroke your chin.

"I meant it. I don't care if you still choose Heejin," she murmurs, the satisfaction evident in her voice. Her touch is light, tickling and tingling on your skin, like she's admiring a fine piece of art.

-

The question inevitably comes, with casual ease, the coffee mug halfway to your lips(where it pauses while you ponder). You take a sip, then place the cup down. A look into his eyes, and you give a simple answer.

"Good choice," he nods, offering no sincerity. Just a solemn acknowledgement. "Will be a nice ceremony. You should wear something smart." There's that nod again, dismissive. He puts his reading glasses on and peers back at his documents. More scribbles. As if the whole thing was nothing.