At Work - Eunbi

“We might get caught. Stop it.” She whispered as you gave her a tight hug inside the school’s cubicle. You were feeling up her ass as you sniffed on her collar. With your right hand, you squeezed on the left cheek, while your right hand travelled up on her head, caressing her hair tied in a pig tail.

You found her cute on that school uniform, it’s been awhile since the last time you saw her on a uniform. The last time was back on Produce48, during her photoshoot and every elimination shoot.

Holding Eunbi close to your body, you felt her enormous chest, you sighed and leaned on her right ear. “Hey, I brought a spare of today’s uniform. Let’s do it. The producers won’t notice, and IZ*ONE Chu’s shoot starts later since the staff are still preparing the room. Just a quick one.” You continued feeling her ass with your hand, your free hand exploring her body until it arrived at the melon-sized flesh, and started massaging it.

“I don’t want to. I’m not in the mood—” You started to persuade her into doing it by kissing her, you quickly bit her lower lip, making her open her mouth for a bit. You immediately charged in with your tongue, a battle for dominance started, you found it weird when Eunbi said she wasn’t in a mood for sex but she was going all competitive with just the kissing.

She stopped the kiss to breathe, you looked at her face and saw how she looked breathtaking, her face screaming of lust, and her eyes enticing you to go deeper within her. You lifted her up to make her sit on the sink, yo unbuttoned her cardigan, then her shirt, until it revealed her well endowed breasts that looked larger than what it looked like earlier, hidden in her clothes. You start to leave kisses on her neck as she guided your hands to her back, you felt the metal—you unclasped her bra, pulled it then tossed it aside.

Your mouth was left agape when you saw her two fruits be free from their shackles, they were much larger. You put down the toilet seat cover to sit on it, you carried Eunbi, holding on her waist, as you sat on the cover.

You’ve been the staff beside her since produce 48, and you’ve been doing this with her since that survival show. You’ve had a lot of adventures with her, including when she allowed you to do it with her on her costume. You liked it when you came inside her and on her costume during the first evaluation, she looked chick, and hot, but what you liked the most during those days was being able to cum on her mouth, ass, and pussy when she wore the other three costumes. You even came on her body as she wore them back then.

You were overjoyed too when you got picked to be one of the permanent staff that would be serving them for almost two and a half years. You and Eunbi did a lot of memories in the backstage, on the dressing room—when you’re alone with her, of course, and even near the dorms.

She’ll always let you do her during shoots when you were present, and that includes the ones on music shows.

You stood up and pushed her against the wall, you slid your member up and down on her slit as you stood behind her. Your right hand supported her leant down body, while your left hand was on her left breast, touching her nipple as if it was a volume turner and you were about to turn the volume up.

And it did turn up, Eunbi started moaning loud as you started putting in your whole length on her wet slit, with your fingers spreading it open for easier access.

To Eunbi, just feeling your touch on her wet crotch can make her secrete a lot of juice, she told you about this before, and you’re believing it just now. You didn’t even need to take the lube out of your pocket, Eunbi’s juices were already enough to make your genitals soppy.

The two of you heard the door outside open, and you heard a couple of familiar voices.

“Eunbi-eonni, you here?” It was Yujin and Wonyoung.

“Oh, she’s here Yujin. Look at that cubicle. Aren’t those her shoes?”

You stood on the toilet to hide your presence, you prompted Eunbi to tell the two she’s fine, and what do they need. “Y-Yujin? W-Wonyoung? Don’t worry. Eonni’s fine, I’m just fixing my uniform.” You pat her head.

“Okay eonni! Chaeyeon’s looking for you, but we’ll just tell them you’re busy!” You hear the two run off.

You left the cubicle for a bit and went towards the restroom’s main door. You grabbed a paper from your bag and wrote something like out of order and pasted it on the door. You locked it and went back to Eunbi.

You pull her out of the cubicle, then carried her to sit at the table near the sinks. She cupped your cheeks and leaned closer to ask for a torrid kiss. She started to lift your shirt up, signaling you to remove it, which you gladly did.

“We almost got caught earlier. It made my heart pound.” Eunbi whispered in between her lustful moans as you continued ramming your key inside her soaking keyhole.

“Did it make you feel excited?” You ask.

“Yes! It made me feel excited and turned on… the idea of being caught while having sex with a staff… I didn’t know it feels good…” Eunbi was trying to catch her breath as she leaned back on the mirror, naked, and her legs spread open, with your hands behind her thighs her hands were clenched it to fists, and was turning white as she holds down the pain she was feeling from your member that kept on pounding her inner core. However, when she told you those words, she was smiling like a child.

She wrapped her arms around your neck as you let go of her thighs, and she could finally sit on the table upright. “I’m tired, if you drain my energy then I might not be able to shoot later.” You sigh at what she said, you pulled the monobloc chair near the closed door. You pull away from Eunbi to get a towel on your bag, you soaked the towel with water and began wiping Eunbi with it, you dressed her afterwards with the spare one you bought with you.

You sat on the monobloc chair, you carried Eunbi and made her sit on your lap.

“There’s still two hours before the shoot, let’s sleep.” You told her, she gave you a hug and a quick peck. “Okay, babe.” She rested her head on your shoulder and soon fell to sleep.

Duties 1 - Eunbi

You never really liked her.

You never wanted to get tied with her, but it was too late, you were arranged with her—the two of you really had no choice but to get married. You can’t do anything after all, it was decided by your parents even before birth because of some stupid promise between your moms, something along the lines of our kids should be married when they grow up! You found it dumb, but she found it cute.

Despite you having no feelings for her, somehow, you feel attached towards her—for something you don’t really know.

Kwon Eunbi does make a good wife, a housewife specifically, she cooks good food, she’s good in bed—you’ve done it a lot of times with her but you don’t really feel anything—she cleans the house very well, and she’s very pretty, and kind hearted, she would always make you look good in company parties whenever you bring her with you as your companion.

The summary of your relationship is just like, get up, eat breakfast together, work until eight or nine evening, get home, eat dinner together, sleep—or sex during your stressful days. She is very affectionate, she sends you messages at all times of the day, normally about what happened to her day, if something happened at home, but being the person that you are, you don’t even look at her messages, let alone efforts to do nice replies to those cute and sweet messages.

You only see those as something she probably does to comply to what your parents want.

But there is something that you don’t know, Eunbi loves you genuinely. She was really overjoyed when she knew that the two of you were really going to be married. Those messages that she does are all from her heart, and something she gave her all to. Eunbi knew that you didn’t like her, that you like someone else, but there was nothing she could do, really.

You sighed at the sight of the work to be done for this day, you have only until tonight to finish all of it.

“Hey, have you finished doing the letters?” Your workmate stood up from his cubicle and walked towards you, making you stop from what you were doing, shifting your attention from the desktop to him.

“What letter? I have to do letters?!” Ah shit, today’s our anniversary. Our parents might be there, ah this sucks. You thought to yourself.

“Yeah, the team leader told me about it yesterday.” Ah what the fuck, why me? You let out a heavy sigh as you look back on your screen. You grabbed the pile of folders beside your desktop and began scanning on through it, then summarizing whatever it has inside.

As someone who reviews work orders to be sent to another department before the product gets sent to the printing department, it’s your job to address whatever problem there is in those books, or if ever you have to call the author again to have another meeting with the team.

You looked at the time, lunch time, huh? You pulled your drawer to take your lunch out—the one carefully prepared by your wife. It’s a good food, healthy and delicious, you always eat it.

But today wasn’t a good day.

You left your food at home.

•••

“Chaeyeon, what do I do? Honey doesn’t even reply to my messages, let alone looking at it! I don’t even receive replies!” Eunbi sat on the couch with a frown on her face, “Today… He even forgot the lunch that Eunbi prepared… am I a bad wife, Chaeyeon?” She asked her friend who was seated on the couch opposite to hers.

“Eunbi, you’re not a bad wife. You’re giving everything you got, right? It’s not your fault, it’s your man’s fault!” Chaeyeon exclaimed, “Why not send your hubby a video of you, masturbating? Maybe it’ll send some kind of motivation or something and finally your husband comes home early for the first time!” She added.

“Chaeyeon! That’s such a bad idea!” Eunbi almost spat the glass of lemonade she drank a few seconds ago.

“Why? It’s actually nice, I tried it to Sakura and she just… Mhmm…” Chaeyeon was smiling ear to ear, Eunbi just sighed heavily and furrowed her eyebrows.

“Chaeyeon, stop. Don’t poison my brain!” Eunbi covered her ears and closed her eyes.

“Eunbi! Your phone is ringing! It says Love is calling!” Chaeyeon was handing her phone towards her, Eunbi immediately took the phone from Chaeyeon’s hands with a look of excitement plastered all over her face. It was the first time she received a call from the person she loves more than anyone else.

Chaeyeon mouthed a goodbye and left the house stealthily, expecting that some huge development would happen since someone who don’t call, suddenly called.

“Hello, Love! Eunbi here—”

“Can you bring my lunch here at the office? I’m actually busy, I’m sending a cab will be there in a minute.”

“Hey, I love—”

The call was dropped even before she could finish what she wanted to say.

“—love you…” she could feel the tears welling up on the corners of her eyes. She placed her phone on the small coffee table in front of the couch, Eunbi could see the wallpaper—it was the two of them during their first anniversary. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that it’s been three years since they got married and everything is still the same old one sided love she had since she first met you.

She couldn’t hold it anymore.

She cried on the couch, her face buried in the pillow she placed on her lap.

“Why can’t… I just wanted to hear those words…”

“Why can’t you love me the way I love you?”

Eunbi soon wiped her tears and took the lunch you forgot to your office.

•••

You were finally going home, and it’s already late.

I didn’t make it, they’ll understand for sure. As you approach your unit’s entrance, you saw a figure curled up outside, as if a child waiting for someone. You finally stop as you arrive in front of the figure—who was Eunbi.

“Eunbi?” You raise a brow in confusion, she raised her head up, with a smile on her face, anyone would be able to tell it—she’s about to cry.

“Uhm… Hi! I… I hello!” She stood up, “Happy Anniversary… love….” For some reason, your heart felt as if it was pinched—she was smiling at you as she greeted you for today’s occasion, a smile that was forced, a smile that was probably made to hide her sadness.

You didn’t know what you were doing, all of a sudden you pulled her close to you. “I’m sorry Eunbi.” You whisper softly on her ear. “Work was too busy, I can’t get out no matter what I did.” You buried her face on your chest, “Happy Anniversary, Eunbi.” You pat her head, you leaned forward to plant a kiss on her cheek and her forehead.

Eunbi was blushing as she cupped you cheeks on her warm hands, stroking it with her thumbs. She eventually tiptoed to give you a kiss on your lips.

You knew you didn’t like her but somehow, it made your face red. You were blushing like a tomato in front of her, the touch of her hands on your cheeks give you shivers as you were lost in her eyes.

“I know that you still don’t like me… but… can you try… learning to love me back?” Her voice was shaky, “I-I won’t force you to do it! I… you might think that I’m being sweet and all to you just for our parents but… I really love you. My feelings are true.” She was looking at you straight in your eyes.

It was the first time you got to look at her this long, eye to eye.

You picked her up and wrapped her arms around your neck. Your right hand was on her butt, making sure she won’t fall, and her legs were wrapped around your waist as you opened the door using your left hand.

As soon as you got inside, you immediately stripped her off the white dress she was wearing. It revealed the body that helped you relieve your stress during those days, those milky melon-sized breasts, the nicest body curves you’ve seen in your entire life, that white porcelain skin you love to put your marks—filling her with your marks isn’t that of a big deal to her, she stays at home most of the time, and you work to provide her money.

Your eyes hovered over her body as you stared at her from where you stood. You were in between her legs, you slowly loosened your necktie and tied her wrists with it, then your hands started exploring her body, from her milky thighs up to her huge breasts, squeezing and kneading her erect nipples as you plant kisses on her neck.

“L-Love—I’m not in the mood—”

Everytime she protested, you would seal her lips with a kiss while rubbing your right knee on her crotch to further stimulate her sexual tension, Eunbi would move her legs to try and stop you from what you were doing, but she couldn’t. As a man, you were stronger than her physically.

You liked the look on her face, that teary-eyed look as she tries to stop you.

“Love… Stop…”

“No, I want it now.” You gave her right breast quite a squeeze, making her moan and squirm a bit.

“Just today, let me off—”

You wanted to stop but you couldn’t.

“You’re only useful in bed, now stop talking and just do as I say.”

From the couch where you brought her earlier, you carried her to your room. And on the bed, you removed the last pieces of fabric she had on her body, her white silky panties, and her strapless pearl white bra, revealing her enormous breasts with pink tips. You watched her pink tips as they hardened even more due to the wind blowing from the aircon. You gave those tips a circular soft and slow lick, you could hear her whispering your name in between her moans, still trying to stop you. As you let go, you saw the trail of saliva between your tongue and her nipple.

“Please… Stop…”

You unzip your pants, and you went closer to Eunbi to just try and slap her face with your item. You were too turned on with her body that you couldn’t help but have the desire to cum. You placed your member on her lips and moved it as if you were putting a lipstick on her. You soon forced her to open her mouth, and as she obeyed, you started thrusting yourself in and out of her mouth.

“Mmmph!” You felt her breasts jiggle as you continued fucking her mouth pussy, her nipples were still hard as you felt them slide on your thighs.

You soon released your milk on her mouth, it was a lot, coming back to your previous position between her legs, you were amused on how she looked like—there was cum all over her face, and some of your milk were even dripping down from her half-open mouth.

Eunbi whispered your name as she sobbed, “Please, just stop…” she was already crying. You cleaned her face with your fingers by moving all the cum on her face to her mouth, you instructed her to swallow everything and she did, by lying about stopping if she does it.

“Y-You said you’re going to stop…”

You looked at her and sighed heavily, you placed your item in between her legs and started sliding it up and down her slit as if tracing it. Soon enough, you decided to spread her folds open, you moved back a bit to try taking a good look of her womanhood.

“You’re always smelling good, that’s what I like about you.” As if planting a kiss on a skin, you started licking and sucking on Eunbi’s slit.

“A-Ah, n-no!”

She tried moving her legs but you were holding her thighs open while feeding on her womanhood.

“P-Please… stop it!”

The moment you heard Eunbi scream, you immediately inserted your tongue and moved it playfully inside her, exploring her deep and steamy cave wet with her own fluid.

“That tasted good, aw.”

You placed your manhood in contact with her clitoris, you were looking at her, smiling.

“Eunbi, are you ready?” You ask her.

“P-Please do it gently…” You nod at her request.

However, it was never on your vocabulary to move gently. You quickly inserted yourself inside her. She was continuously moaning in pain? or in pleasure? You don’t know, but it’s probably between those two. The necktie was slowly coming off, you didn’t care.

Eunbi then placed her hands on your back, you felt her nails digging into your skin as you continued to thrust and move back and forth inside her. Her legs were wrapped around your waist, you stopped for a bit to grab her hands, you held her hands with yours as you continued moving.

“L-Love, I—Eunbi’s is cumming—”

You began to kiss her torridly, and between those kisses, you gave her a command.

“You can’t cum until I tell you, is that clear?”

She nodded.

“Good.”

You started pouring a lot inside her, if you could take a photo of her face that time, you probably did.

Eunbi’s eyes were half-open, and saliva was dripping out of her mouth. Her legs were shaking, you could feel that she was really trying her best to stop herself from cumming.

You pulled out of her womanhood, and you saw the excess cum coming out of her slit. Her legs were still spread open and was still shaking.

You placed your hand on her thigh and started caressing it, and she came.

“E-Eunbi came…” Her voice shaking, she whispered your name along with the endearment she calls you, “Love… I’m sorry… Eunbi is sorry because she came…” She tears were flowing on the corner of her eyes, “Eunbi is sorry because she’s a bad wife… She couldn’t even hold her cum…” you made her sit upright on the bed.

“Lean on the headboard.”

“Spread those legs.”

You started by inserting a single finger inside her.

“You can cum whenever you want, don’t worry.”

You moved your index finger back and forth while curling it at times. Eunbi was holding her thighs, and spreading it open while looking at you with her face blushing red.

You felt her cum a few times as you pleased her with your fingers. Back when you were doing it for the first time, she told you how she loved your hands because they were big—and she loves it when a bigger hand holds her hands because she feels secure. But that wasn’t the case right now, she looks like she’s loving your big hands at the moment because it makes her feel good.

“Does Eunbi want another finger, hmm?”

She nodded.

“Okay, lick this first before I give you another finger.” You inserted your index finger on her lips, and started sucking on it as if she was giving a blow job to your finger.

You leaned forward to give her a kiss on her left cheek, which resulted to her blushing as she continued to suck on your finger.

“You wanted me to stop earlier, right? Okay, I’m stopping now, good night—”

You were about to leave the bed until she hugged you from behind, “E-Eunbi…” she whispers.

“Eunbi what?”

“Eunbi wants more…”

You turned to face her, without saying anything, you inserted three of your fingers inside her. You started by slowly stroking your fingers, then as time passed by, you were gradually increasing the speed of your fingers. Eunbi would cum a lot of times and you won’t even slow your fingers down.

Eunbi wrapped her arms around your neck, she closed the gap between your faces with a kiss, she licked your lower lip, asking permission if she could get her tongue in. You raised a brow, you opened your mouth to see what she is capable of in kissing—you were enjoying it.

You unknowingly increased your speed a lot, giving her the weird feeling that she just came, and suddenly she’s cumming again.

Eunbi accidentally bit your tongue during your kiss, it made you mad.

You pulled out of the kiss the same time as you pulled your fingers out.

“I’m hitting the sack, I still have work tomorrow.” You left the bed and took a shower. You went to the living room afterwards, Eunbi was trying to call you to sleep with her on your bed but you just ignored her.

She’s just something to make you look good in front of your co-workers. How you treat her doesn’t matter.

Before you closed your eyes as you lie on the couch, you remembered what she told you earlier.

TBC.

Duties 2 - Eunbi

“I know that you still don’t like me… but… can you try… learning to love me back?” Her voice was shaky, “I-I won’t force you to do it! I… you might think that I’m being sweet and all to you just for our parents but… I really love you. My feelings are true.” She was looking at you straight in your eyes.

“Eunbi… Is she serious?” The image of her back then continuously played on your mind as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. You sighed as you heard a knock on the door, you quickly opened it with the toothbrush on your mouth.

“S-Sorry. I thought something happened…” You sighed and washed your mouth with water and placed the toothbrush beside the sink. “Y-You were taking so long inside so…” she continued. You pulled Eunbi closer to you then brushed her hair back, and placed the hair strands behind her ear. I think… I should try. You cupped her cheeks with your hands, and began stroking them with your thumb.

“Did you get a nice sleep? I’m sorry about last night.” With your hand behind her waist, you pulled her close to you—her smell entered your nose and slowly you felt weak, you gazed at her eyes but for the first time, you felt as if you were lost in her.

You’ve never really looked at her eyes that much, today was the first time you did it this long.

“I—, Eunbi had a nice sleep… Eunbi… Understands it… Eunbi is sorry for biting your tongue last night—”

You raised her chin up and pecked on her lips.

You found it cute, how she wouldn’t address herself with I or Me— you remembered how you told her to do it when the two of you are having sex, but she was actually doing it whether or not the two of you are doing it.

“I love you.” You leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“Eunbi—”

“Don’t do that right now. I only told you to address yourself like that when we’re having sex, right?” You spun around, she was now leaning against the sink, while you were cornering her. She was looking up at you as you looked back at her.

“I… I love you too…” there was a smile on her lips.

“I know that you’re probably not sincere but—” You bit her lip and began kissing her torridly, you pushed her shirt upwards and began kneading and making turning movements with your fingers on her nipples, while still keeping your lips together.

You soon pulled out of the kiss, making her look at the saliva trail between your mouth and hers.

“I’m trying to be serious, I’m trying to love you back. Don’t judge me like that.” You told her before indulging in another tongue battle that you surely dominated, you were used to her not putting up a fight during times like this—but you were surprised that she suddenly began moving her tongue.

She began unbuttoning your dress shirt as you kissed. You pulled out a bit to remove your shirt, you threw it aside and carried Eunbi to the living room, her legs wrapped around your waist, and your hands supporting her on her butt.

“D-Don’t you have work today?” She asked as you were planting kisses on her neck, you stopped a bit and looked at her.

“I want to skip work. We weren’t able to celebrate last night, I think we should do it today.” You leaned back on the couch, Eunbi was sitting on your lap. You patted her head while smiling at her. She then wrapped her arms around your neck, she rested her head on your left shoulder.

“I love you…” She whispered, followed by your name.

Eunbi was a sweet girl, you’ve known each other since childhood, and she’s the one you’ve always avoided at all costs, while you avoided her, she tried to get closer to you.

“Yeah, I love you too.” You pecked at her forehead, causing her to smile like a kid who was given a candy.

•••

You went on a date with her, a drive around the town, you’ll casually engage into an outdoor sex at times. She was on her favorite red polka-dot dress, matched with her red chuck taylor sneakers. You wore a red dress shirt to match what she was wearing, tucked in on your black skinny slim jeans, and a matching pair of sneakers with her.

Inside your car, the two of you were having talks about each other as you ate the food she prepared.

“Eunbi, you really cook good food.” You said while munching on the small sandwiches she made.

“Really? That makes me happy.” Eunbi answered, as you ate, she was just watching you with the basket on her lap.

“I always eat your food at work during my breaks. I’d like to have it doubled. Can you do that for me? But I’m not forcing you, okay?” You sipped at the can of soda you took from the space between your legs.

“Of course, I’d love to!” As soon as she responded, you took the basket from her lap and placed it on the back seat. You then signaled her to sit on your lap.

“A-Are you sure we’re going to do it here? I… I mean… wouldn’t we get caught?”

You pulled her arm and had her sit on your lap, “No one will notice. Don’t worry.” You whisper to her ear and soon enough, she was already unbuttoning her dress, revealing her well endowed breasts, and her pink nipples that were slowly standing up as the cold air from the aircon touched her skin.

You were about to suck on her nipples when all of a sudden you saw a security guard roaming around the area from afar. You immediately fixed Eunbi’s clothes and asked her to return to her seat.

After that day, the two of you got closer. You wanted to hang out with her the next day again, but you had to go to work.

•••

You were just done eating your lunch when all of a sudden, you received a video message from Eunbi. You were unsure of what it was about since she left no message after the video file itself. It wouldn’t hurt to look at it here, she isn’t the kind to send a video like that after all. You sighed as you waited for the twelve minute video to download, and as you opened it…

You were relieved that you are on your earphones.

You had to hide in the toilet to try hiding the fact that you were going to check the weird video she sent you.hah

A video of Eunbi pleasuring herself.

Her legs spread wide open, with a finger circling her clitoris. Her right hand was on her breasts, stimulating and tickling her nipples in a circular motion. Her left hand was on her womanhood, though she was only using a finger on it.

Eunbi stopped with her hands, and grabbed three things beside her on the bed, two were small egg-shaped vibrators she taped on her nipples, and one was a phallic-shaped dildo-vibrator. She pressed the button for the two that was on her nipples, and by the looks of it—the vibration is strong. Her face shows everything, the pleasure she was feeling on her breasts.

You saw how Eunbi looked a bit scared as she looked at the dildo on her hand, she closed her eyes as she slowly inserted it inside her. She looked like she isn’t about to use the vibrate function, but she accidentally pressed it and you saw her spreading your legs wider, and she was screaming your name a lot with hers, repeatedly saying that she’s about to cum.

“A-Ahh… Honey… Eunbi is cumming~”

Before you knew it, there was already a tent building up on your pants. You wanted to go home, you wanted to make sure that she isn’t with anyone on that video. You immediately left work to go home, you didn’t even bother to sign at the logbook.

•••

“Love! You’re early today, aren’t you—”

You immediately went inside to lock the door, and pulled her close. Eunbi was wearing one of your shirts—that looked like a dress to her, and an apron. You pull her to a kiss, and your hand travelled down from her waist, to her ass. You pulled her panties down as you kissed, and inserted two of your fingers on her sex. You were moving your fingers back and forth that made her moan between your kisses, and even accidental bites on your tongue.

You carried her to the bed as you kissed, and as your fingers teased her womanhood. The moment you pulled out of the kiss, Eunbi grabbed your collar for a kiss again. The two of you soon broke out.

“Why’d you send me a video like that, huh?” It between your gasps as you catch your breath, you asked her.

“Eunbi just wanted to send you a… dessert…”

Dessert… huh?

You took off her clothes, and took a rope from one of the cabinets in your living room. You tied her arms with her legs—you made sure that she won’t be able to close her legs or even push you away. Her arms are behind her legs, as they were tied in a tricky but locked way.

“L-Love… what are you doing—ah!” You started by fingering her while teasing her breasts with your free hand and your tongue. You could feel her legs shaking, along with her arms. The room’s air conditioner made her nipples harder, and her pussy wetter. You liked the look she has right now, her body being exposed for you, her breasts and her womanhood—you can see everything in a great view.

“Eunbi’s a horny wife, isn’t she?” You leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

Eunbi shook her head, you thought she would agree since that was how she was during your usual sex.

“N-No… Eunbi… Eunbi is a good wife…”

“Eh? But you sent me a video like that instead of coming to my office to bring a real dessert. Are you making a fool out of me, Love?” You continued to whisper, you then began to lick her ear.

“E-Eunbi is sorry… Please forgive her… Please untie Eunbi…” You moved to face her, you just smiled—she was dumb founded on what you were about to do until all of a sudden her facial expression changed and she looked as if she was about to cry.

You just inserted your cock inside her, as if a surprise.

“Surprise, Eunbi.” You laughed at her ear as you felt her tight pussy wrap around you tighter.

However, it was just the tip. The rest of your shaft, you were moving your hand on it, jerking off.

“Put everything inside Eunbi… Please…”

“Why would I do that?”

“Please… Put all of it in… Eunbi is very horny…”

You filled her with your cock, you started thrusting and moving yourself back and forth inside her. You could feel her juices coat your cock and lubricate it further as you move yourself fast—then slow, in that two different speeds as if teasing her.

“Eunbi’s cumming!”

You pulled yourself out.

“Eunbi, I’m punishing you. Don’t be mad at me, alright?” She nodded.

You inserted three fingers inside her, and started moving in a slow pace. You looked at her face and saw how she looked satisfied with what you were doing to her pussy, you began to lick from her ear, down to her left breast, and started sucking and licking her nipple.

“Eunbi, do you know fisting?”

“H-Honey… No… Please…” she shook her head repeatedly.

“I wouldn’t do it, don’t worry. Just fours.”

You looked at her pussy, it was wet—there was your mixed cum dripping out, her juices, and sweat. You immediately inserted four of your fingers and started moving it back and forth in a fast pace, with your fingers curling up in the same directions.

“Do you feel good, Eunbi?” You asked her, and though she was teary eyed, and was about to cry, Eunbi was nodding at you with her mouth slightly opened, a bit of her saliva even dripping on the corners of her mouth.

You pulled your fingers out and replaced it with your cock, you filled her to the hilt with your cock and began to move fast, not giving her time to cool down. You inserted the four fingers you used earlier on her mouth, and licked it together with her while moving back and forth.

“C-Can Eunbi cum?” You just kissed her, and there you felt her cum—and you also did soon afterwards.

•••

“Eunbi, don’t send me videos like that anymore, alright?” You haven’t removed the rope on her arms and legs yet, you were teasing her clitoris as you said those words.

Eunbi was still cumming even if those were just teases, she was just nodding on whatever you say.

“You won’t do it again, right?” You planted a kiss on her shoulder.

“Yes… Eunbi will not… do it again…”

You turned her head to make her look at you, you just smiled at her and gave her a peck. Man. Did I just felt… attracted to her? I don’t want her doing that to herself… Ugh.

Corrupting of the Purest Flower

Kim Minju (IZ*ONE) x M! Reader

Note: It’s been a year or so since I last wrote a lengthy one. It may not be as good as what you’ve all been expecting, so I apologize in advance. I wasn’t actually planning to post this already since I left this whole oneshot untouched since last year but the stress kind of a bit got into my head and I just know I had to pour it to writing a smut than to throw a useless rant.

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Most of the time, you get influenced by people around you. And it was the same case with Kim Minju.

As they say, even the purest flower has its own share of its darkness. And Kim Minju is no different. Despite the pure and angelic image she maintains in front of the people as a student council vice president, she actually has her own deep dark secret hidden in the depths of her purity.

Minju used to be the good kid everyone knew, but everything started to turn weird the moment she became dorm mates with Kwon Eunbi and Kim Chaewon. Those two had their own secret sexcapades, oftentimes they brought Minju with them just because Eunbi has a strange fetish— she wanted to be seen while making obscene acts contrary to what she should be doing as the student council president.

At first, she didn’t want to experience it. She knew what she wanted, to be married first before giving her bare self. Her wants changed the moment Chaewon began touching her body at night once when they slept together after the AC in the older’s room was suddenly not working. Her touches, and the way Chaewon’s hands wandered around her slender and fragile body, it turned her on. Even after knowing that she was just playing some pranks on her, she craved more of it. Every night, she replayed those touches by herself, from her breasts, down to her own. The way she kept on remembering and repeating to herself how Chaewon gently grabbed her breasts and slowly played with her nipples with her thumb and forefinger.

She was satisfied with just the thoughts of those touches until something inside her began craving for more, she tried watching different genres of porn to see what could satiate her hunger for the unknown. In the span of three days, Minju started from just watching to turn herself on, to watching while giving herself what she pleasures the most.

But is that really the pleasure that she wants? 

No.

It never was a pleasure. Sure, it did feel good but she wanted to go all the way— which she couldn’t do on her own, she wanted something she couldn’t control.

And that’s where you, Park Wooyoung, come in— not yet inside her though.

It was never in her plans to have sex while still being in university, despite growing an unsatiable darkness behind her purity, she was still sane, unlike those two, Kim Chaewon and Kwon Eunbi, who often sneak out at night for their nightly sexcapades.

“Minju! Wanna come with us? Wooyoung-oppa told us they brought someone with them. As much as I want to take that guy as well, I’m not in the mood for a threesome. Are you coming?” Eunbi invited her, she was wearing a rather short red dress than usual.

Minju had always told her no, she knew her priorities.

“Let’s just ask her next time when you feel like getting watched. She’s saying no this time again, I’m betting.” Chaewon said with a little giggle, she was fixing her white sleeve blouse, opening more buttons than usual on her top. She also pulled her mini black shorts up to hide the loose bottom part of her blouse, revealing more of her slender white thighs.

“C'mon Chaewon, let our friend speak for herself.” Eunbi laughed as she sat on the couch as she fixed her black sandals.

However, tonight wasn’t the same as the previous nights. She felt something burning inside her, as if it wanted to be extinguished. She took the chance. 

Minju gulped before deciding for herself, is she going to come with them, or will she stay as the kind young lady she is that her family raised her to be?

“L-Let me come with you…”

It was a surprise to the two, as the lady that would just watch them from before, would now probably be joining them in their sexcapades. Well, in their student council, the word unity or being united exists, so it’s not entirely a surprise.

Minju had to change her clothes a lot of times— the two wanted to make her look inviting, and slutty as they look with their clothes at the moment.

“Minju, are you really sure you’re going to be riding cocks while looking like a church goer?!" 

"Did you say it with an s?! Just how many are they?!” She exclaimed.

The two laughed.

“Chill baby, we have one for each of us. Unless you want to go threes on your first time, then I’ll try to ask Wooyoung-oppa if he knows another senior craving for it too.”

“Ah no, actually I’m fine with one.” Minju immediately shook her head before going back to her dresser.

Minju pulled a yellow short dress from the edge of her closet. She took a pair of matching blacks from the lowest drawer. The pair was something she never knew she would use one day, it was a gift from a friend she had back when she was a freshman.

As soon as she went out of her room, she heard little claps from the two.

“That looks good. Let’s go.”

The place was just an apartment nearby their university dormitories. The Wooyoung guy Eunbi was talking about was an alumnus currently working in one of the laboratories of their university.

“Oh, isn’t that Minju? Wow, she really looks cute.” Wooyoung, upon opening his door to the three, immediately pulled Minju close to him, grabbing her left breast in the process.

She let out a little moan after the surprise. 

“Hey Eunbi, can I take her? Then you take the first timer man— we surely can’t let virgins have the worst first time of their lives, right?” He asked as he inserted his left hand inside Eunbi’s dress from her shoulders, which she quickly gave a quick pat.

“Wooyoung-oppa, fucking focus on Minju tonight. I’m not into threesomes with another girl. Yeah, sure, take her. Give her the best treatment you could.” Eunbi immediately removed her sandals and went to the shy young man, Junsu, sitting at the couch near the television.

Chaewon also left Minju to Wooyoung the moment she saw another man, Dowon, coming out of the shower.

“Dowon-oppa!” She quickly jumped into the half-naked man’s arms.

“Aw, Chaewonnie, you missed oppa?”

“Yeah, as well as the little Dowon-oppa over here.” She knelt as she giggled.

Minju realized that entering the apartment was like entering a new world. In the blink of an eye, Chaewon was already taking a 15-inch cock on her mouth, while Eunbi was imprisoning Junsu’s head in between her legs, forcing him her own.

“Minju, shall we have some fun?" 

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From her bare shoulders, your hand travelled down to her waist. You chose to bring her to the kitchen as the other four have already occupied the whole living room. Minju squirmed from your touches.

You don’t like picky women, you decide to pull her dress off her, quickly revealing her black pair covering her breasts and her own.

You placed your hands on her waist, travelling upwards as you planted kisses from her chest up to the nape of her neck. 

She moaned as you pulled her bra up, baring a pair of decently sizable perky breasts waiting to be caressed with your bare hands. You repeatedly moved your thumbs on her breasts, amazed at how hard her nipples are.

You couldn’t stop looking at them.

"D-Don’t look—" 

You aggressively nibbled on her nipples while taking momentary glances at her panting face.

"Why? Your body is gorgeous. No one would be able to take their eyes off this gem.” You giggled.

When you stopped to speak little words with her, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips on yours. It was sweet. Was it her lip balm? or was it residues of some candy she ate a little while ago? You didn’t care. 

You shamelessly ate her mouth away with a kiss, she wanted to stop, but you didn’t want to. Her saliva was already dripping down her lips when you noticed how desperate she was to breathe.

“I’m sorry, I forgot it was your first time…”

“Forget about that oppa… I want to try what Eunbi-unnie was doing earlier…”

“Oh, that one? Eunbi loves it when I’m the one doing that to her." 

"You won’t have to lock me between your legs.” You licked your lower lip, maintaining eye contact with her.

As you went down on her, baring what’s behind her black underwear, you began removing the black buttoned up shirt you were wearing earlier, she saw your toned body and the arms that you spent a long time in the gym for. 

Her slit had a few hairs, but it didn’t matter— it smelled fresh as you once imagined your shower jack-offs.

As well as the v-line that she’s long fantasized about. 

“Haa… ha…” She was panting hardly, as if trying to not moan because of the other two that she came with earlier.

You stood straight after giving a few licks on her slit, did a little stretch before finally pushing her down the table with her thighs locked on your hands. 

She tried to cover her own as you tried to look at it with the light above the two of you, no matter which side you look at, it would either be blocked by your shadow or her legs’ shadows. You decided to spread it wide while using your arm strength to prevent her from closing her legs.

You waited for her legs to get weak after a few struggles before finally moving on to what you wanted to do before continuing what she requested. 

You went closer to her body, you locked her left leg under your right arm, and locked the other with your bare hand. With her legs finally open for you to see her own, you began sliding your forefinger on her wet slit.

“Haaa…. Haaa…” Minju continued panting as she covered her mouth.

“Is this your first time having someone other than you touch this?”

“No… Chaewon-unnie…”

“Seriously that bisexual bitch, she literally does anyone she finds herself attracted to.” You laughed at her answer, “But did she lick you yet?” She shook her head at your question.

You began eating her core away, though not literally. Minju found herself moving a lot as she experienced something more than what she usually felt, her legs continued to move as she felt one of the pleasures her body has been seeking since the day the two dirtied her pure self.

She couldn’t finally hold her moans and began screaming as you pleasured her with your tongue without rest. Her juice continuously flowed out of her pussy, and the moment you stopped, you knew you just had to see it.

“Hey Minju. Wanna see yourself squirt?” You went behind her and pulled her to sit with her legs spread on the table, and whispered.

“N-No!" 

Despite her protests, you just laughed her off. You carried Minju to the bedroom nearby. 

You had her sit with her legs spread in front of the huge mirror attached to the sliding doors of your dresser. 

"I’ll teach you, so you can do this on your own. I promise, this feels good. It’s like jizzing, but with your—!” You gave her pussy a little tap.

You began to guide Minju’s two fingers inside her, she let out a moan but you immediately sealed her lips with a kiss. 

“Hey, move your fingers endlessly. You won’t stop until I ask you to. Alright— well actually, you don’t stop until you actually squirt.” You held her wrist to make sure she did as you say, your free hand was on her breasts, giving them a light squeeze, and her nipples, a gentle pinch.

Minju kept on moaning as she pleasured herself in your guidance, and as the two of you watched her leaking pussy, she turned to you and let out muffled words between her moans.

“I… I-ahh… I want to…”

“Minju wants to?”

“Minju ish… I… Minju wantsh to pee…”

“Let it out.” You gave her left ear a lick, and she did— she squirted on your mirror.

She dropped on your bed, panting as she saw her miserable and shameful post-masturbation face on the mirror. 

“Are you tired? But we aren’t finished yet. Eunbi told me you wanted a ride." 

"Pleash… I want… rest…” She mutters.

“Wanna try what Chaewon loves doing to men?”

“Eh?”

You unzipped your pants and revealed your enlarging cock on her face. You sat on the bed, and leaned against the headboard and gave yourself a few strokes, just to show her a throbbing cock.

“Minju, put your cute little mouth into use.”

The corruption of a pure flower is inevitable.

Minju was already getting flustered, it was her first time seeing one in person, everything she had seen from before was those huge monstrous foreign cocks from the porn she used to watch.

She finally leaned forward towards your cock, she placed her hair behind her ear before she took you on headfirst.

You were surprised at how good she was, you wouldn’t even realize that it was her first time sucking a real cock. 

“Is this really your first time?" 

Minju nods at your question as her head bobbed up and down, it wasn’t that long until she was finally able to take your whole length in. The moment your cock touched the back of her throat, you lost control of yourself and unwillingly released a load of cum. 

"Mmmmph…!" 

You could tell she was surprised. But she took it in and swallowed, and released your still hard cock out of her mouth. You held her chin and forced her to open her mouth to check if there was anything left inside, there was none.

"Where did you practice?”

“Eunbi-unnie often bought ice cream popsicles. I didn’t know that you were supposed to do that way to a cock, not to eat a popsicle.”

“Wait… So all this time you’ve been eating your popsicles like that?!”

Minju nods— as expected, she was really cute and innocent. Just like the pure flower you toured around the school in your senior year.

“Ah fuck, I’m still hard." 

You grabbed her waist close, you spread her still-dripping-pussy above your twitching head. The moment her own sucked your head, you immediately pulled her down, impaling her with your length.

It made her scream her lungs out, it was a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Try moving.”

“But I don’t know how…”

You pulled out, and forced her on her back. You inserted your cock from behind and began moving yourself as she gripped your bedsheets. 

Blood spilled from the purest flower on your hands. 

Minju kept on moaning in pleasure as your bodies slowly became covered in endless dripping sweat, the moment you spun her around as you tried to fuck her facing you, she wrapped her legs around your waist to further impale herself with your lance. 

The purest flower was unexpectedly a natural.

You moved aggressively back and forth, you caressed her cheeks, moving away the hair wet from her sweat behind her ear.

You placed your thumb on her lips, and she gladly opened her mouth as you filled her in.

Tired, you decided to take the place beside her. 

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But as Wooyoung thought the party was over, Minju grabbed his length with her bare left hand, she knelt in between your thighs and hovered your cock on her slit.

“But I haven’t ridden you yet.” She pouts as she inserts it in herself while maintaining an eye contact with him.

It was as if she was never pure in the first place.

_ _ END.

The success of Wooyoung’s four-sentence book was unexpected, every one tried to decode what the Corrupting Purest Flower text in the book was all about.

There was one who was able to decode it.

“Oppa, was I the purest flower you were talking about in your book?” This smirk used to not exist on her expressions, but after that night, she had often made this expression.

Perhaps, it was her awakening.

daydream.

smut k.minju x m!reader ft. c. yena

note: altered the plot a bit, i seriously don’t think i wrote this right. it felt like i focused on the story more than the main thing. anyways, here you go.

— It’s just letting your girlfriend’s bestfriend live in your house for a bit. Nothing could go wrong, right?

“You lose, Baek Huicheol!” She laughed, as she placed her controller on the floor as she turned to you. You closed your eyes as you waited for her small flick on your forehead.

Her laughs were your sunshines in the morning.

“Huicheol, you haven’t done Kim Minju? Even after two years of being in a relationship? Jesus, in our first three months I already banged Yuri! The fuck are you on?”

You were frequently teased by your old friends about not being able to own Minju yet because of what the girl wants. You actually admit to previously being a party boy, making out with any girl you see back when there was no Kim Minju in your life yet. One of them included your hottest experience, a foursome with the three exchange students from Japan who have long left the country.

You didn’t actually care about being teased by them, you weren’t as bad as some of the guys who would force themselves on their girls, being a teacher’s only son gave you knowledge about consents even at a younger age. You want things to be in consent, despite not being the good boy that everyone expects you to be, just settling on being a nice guy.

If complying to what she wants is what would give you mornings with her smile for the rest of your life until marriage, then be it. It was Kim Minju that you loved, not her pretty face or her dreamy body.

Though you wouldn’t deny you have jerked off to her photos a few times already.

It’s been a whole minute and you still haven’t felt a flick on your forehead. So you decided to open your eyes and saw her laughing with the huge sliding windows to which the sunrays entered behind her as the perfect background.

“What?” You asked.

“Because my Baek Huicheol is so cute.” The way she responded caught you off guard that you had to turn your back to cover your face. You were thankful that the two of you live in the same house, though not in the same room

“Ah, Minju today’s the day, isn’t it?” You turned to face her again, “Yena’s moving in today, right?” you added.

“Yeah, today. She’s supposed to be here now, I wonder what’s taking her so long—”

“Minju! Open the door please!” The two of you knew it was her, she was the only shameless schoolmate the two of you knew who wouldn’t knock or use the unit’s doorbell, but use her voice instead.

“There she is,” Minju giggled, “Coming!” somehow, her last word gave you an unpleasant feeling. Thinking about what if you heard those words from her in bed.

Huicheol, no. You shook your head as you stood up and followed Minju to the door.

Her hair was light brown that ran down to her sizable chest, the gap between her two bosoms and her slender waist was visible through the black off shoulder crop top she wore along with the skimpy jeans shorts she wore and her brown flat sandals.

Yena only brought one bag as most of her things have already been sent to your place prior. Her revealing outfit was contrary to what Minju was wearing, your oversized shirt and a pair of jogging pants.

“Minju! Oh, Huicheol-oppa’s here too! Hi!” She greeted.

“Ah, yeah. Hi.” You smiled and waved back. You had to turn around real quick after your eyes just immediately looked at her chest when it moved a bit as she waved her hand earlier.

Back when you were just starting with Minju, she often told you how you were similar to Yena, a party person. But when you asked her if she wanted to be like the two of you, she immediately shook her head and told you that it goes against her.

Your whole living room is being maintained by Minju, one of her best qualities is that she’s nearly the wife material that you want. Though you purposely keep her out of the kitchen recently for being a bit clumsy for forgetting to turn off the stove after cooking noodles in the middle of the night sometime before.

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Sometime after you left to buy a few groceries as well as lunch, Yena and Minju also finished putting a few of Yena’s remaining items in their room which they will be sharing for a whole year. The room, adorned with pastel pink wallpaper, and a few shelves with books and stuffed animals, was soon filled with chatter between the two.

“Minju, Huicheol-oppa’s really hot. How’s he in bed? Is he wild?” Minju glared at Yena’s question, “We haven’t done that yet, Yena-unnie. We agreed to do it after marriage.” She smiled as she explained their agreement, feeling a bit shy as she moved some of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re still onto that?” Yena shook her head in disappointment, “Minju I think Huicheol-oppa’s going to get bored if you continue to put up with that act. He’s an obvious party boy, he already came in some girls asses or pussies before you. It won’t be a big deal— plus his dick looks loaded. Why wouldn’t you want that inside your fresh twenties pussy?!” As Yena whispered to her about her boyfriend’s thing, Minju immediately went a few centimeters away from Yena and shot her a glare.

“Yena-unnie, I’m not that kind of girl…” She said with a pout.

“Listen here, Minju. If you actually don’t do him then I might just—”

Minju’s eyes widened as Yena spoke, but the latter stopped when they heard the door outside open with a familiar man’s voice.

🔑🔑🔑

“Hey, I’m home. Can someone get the lunch paper bag from me? It might fall, I’m carrying a lot of bags.”

“Ah! Cumming— kidding!” Yena screamed back and ran towards you to grab the paper bag from your left hand. You felt a quick touch on your bulge but immediately forgot about it out of hunger.

You prepared the table with Yena, while Minju just stood on the doorway, looking at you with puffed cheeks and a pout.

She wouldn’t do that to Huicheol-oppa right? Those were things running through her mind that you weren’t aware of. You walked towards her and squatted a little to get to her height.

“What’s my Minju’s thinking about?” you asked.

“Nothing.” She immediately went close and hugged you, burying her face on your chest.

🔑🔑🔑

You woke up in the middle of the night to the view of your less decorated room, all that there was was your empty study table and the small hanger rack beside where Minju hangs your clothes on after ironing. You never woke up this late if there wasn’t anything wrong, you were about to dismiss everything until you felt a warm breathing sensation under your thick blanket.

It was Yena.

“Yena?”

“Oppa, you finally noticed.”

On her huge oversized tee, Yena got up and crawled towards you, nervous, you decided to move back until you can’t anymore. She straddled on your left thigh, both her hands were on the headboard behind you.

“Yena, what are you doing here? Minju’s room is the one beside mine. Hahaha…” Your laugh was no use, she just stared at you.

“Oppa, you haven’t touched a girl in two years, right? Especially that Minju wanted to get married two years after your graduation— so you’re into 2/4 of your waiting year? Damn, that’s hard.” She began caressing your cheeks, each touch sending a tingly feeling on your chest and in between your legs.

Yena placed her hands on your jogging pants, and pulled them down along with your boxers, freeing your cock, twitching at Yena’s sudden touches to the tip.

“Why are you this hard though?” With your cock in her palm, she went down and began sniffing from the tip down to your shaft, also licking the precum dripping from the slit.

Scared about Minju hearing about what was happening, you bit your finger as Yena did her thing to prevent yourself from releasing unwanted sounds.

“Mhmm… oppa’s juice tastesh sho shweet.” Yena spoke between her slurps, bobbing her head on your cock.

“Fuck… Haaaa…. I think I’m cumming.” She immediately released your cock out of her mouth, she slid her underwear on the side and slowly inserted your cock inside her. You felt her insides tightening against you as she started rocking back and forth, while you, still biting your finger.

Yena pushed her shirt up, revealing her braless breasts, and her hard pinkish brown nipples as she bit the edge of her shirt, eager to show you her ripe fruits.

You were at that point that you can no longer stop yourself anymore, you threw yourself forward and started aggressively sucking unto her breasts while fondling the other.

“Oppa, more…!”

“Shit, shit.” You felt a familiar heat filling the lower part of your body, and as Yena continued to move, the heat continued to spread. Of course, you didn’t want to cum inside your girlfriend’s friend so you pulled yourself out despite your cock already throbbing, and is even ready to release in the slightest touch.

You pushed her down on your bed on her back and held both her hands above her with your right hand.

“Okay, I’ll fuck you. But if you tell this to Minju, be ready. I’ll spread the diameter of your asshole.” You gave her ass a light slap.

“Huicheol-oppa’s cumming on my ass? Oh my gosh.” She buried her face on your pillow as you forced your stuff inside her hole, you heard her cries that were muffled by the pillow on her face as you began pounding her ass.

Freeing her hand, you grabbed her ass, Yena felt your movements became more aggressive than the earlier. It’s been two years since you got your cock inside a girl, Minju had also been telling you to avoid masturbating, it irked you but because you loved her, you did it—though there was no way you could stop in showers. Especially at this moment that you finally got to taste a thick ass after so long.

If only Yena didn’t touch you, you wouldn’t feel as heated as this. All you can think of at this moment is to be able to release all the heat that you’ve been keeping to yourself the past two years.

As you continuously pounded her ass, you felt it. The heat was bringing you to the climax, you continued to move faster before finally releasing the heat and the two-years worth of cum inside Yena’s hole. Fixing your pants, you lay down on your bed beside Yena, who grabbed your arm and rested her head on it.

“Shit. Huicheol-oppa filled me with his cum.” She giggled, “I’ll come back tomorrow, same time.” Yena whispered before she stood up limping, on her way to the shower room outside the room.

Fuck. If Minju knows about this, she’ll break up with me. The way I made loud creaking noises in my bed earlier— there was no way she wouldn’t know about this.

You wrapped yourself in your blanket and went back to sleep, scared of what might happen tomorrow.

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The moment you got up, you immediately grabbed new bedsheets from your closet and replaced the ones that Minju just replaced. Peeking through the quiet living room, you felt safe when you saw that the lights were still off, indicating that Minju is still asleep.

You hurried to the laundry area and placed everything inside, when you saw the sheets finally spinning inside along with the scoops of laundry detergent you put in, you wiped your sweat and sat at the white chair behind you.

“What are you washing? I thought we already agreed about me doing all the housework.” Wearing her favorite hoodie that she obviously borrowed from you, A groggy Minju was still rubbing her eyes as she stood on the doorway to your place’s laundry area, on her right hand is the pepe plush you gave her as a gift during your first date.

“Minju, c'mere.” You called her over, which she gladly followed. She sat on your lap, then wrapped her arms around your neck.

“Jesus, you still sleep with this?” You joked, grabbing her favorite plush from her hand.

“I still do. It’s so cute. And I remember you whenever I see this cute Pepe-ssi.” She snuggled closer to you, feeling her thighs against your cock made you a bit hard.

“Minju.”

“Huicheol-oppa?” still groggy, she responded.

Without any warning, you kissed her defenseless lips and immediately inserted your tongue when you got the chance. She tried to struggle but soon gave in.

“I’m letting you off just this once, okay?”

She hasn’t even taken a bit of a breath but you crashed your lips into hers again. Being the inexperienced virgin she was, Minju did nothing as you explored her mouth with your tongue, leaving no place unexplored.

Her grip on your shoulder became tighter as you continued kissing her, but you stopped when you felt her light taps on your shoulder.

Minju was panting after you stopped the kiss, you wiped her dripping saliva with your thumb as you rested her head on your chest.

“Oppa, do I bore you?”

You shook your head in disagreement to the question, “Of course not!” You responded.

“Really? That’s good. I’ll go back to my room.” She stood up and left.

You wanted her to sleep while sitting on your lap too, but guess you can’t have nice things one after another.

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There were instances that Yena would discreetly grind her ass up to your cock, at first, she only did those whenever Minju’s out. It was her signaling you that she wanted you on her hole, it was better than not getting to fuck, so often times you agreed to her.

There was even a time when Minju decided to sleep in your room after watching a horror movie on your date, this thing happens once in a while that she’ll sleep beside you, without doing anything. You were used to it so you paid no mind.

However, the same night, Yena sneaked into your room.

“Yena, you fuck— Minju’s sleeping!”

“But Huicheol-oppa, I miss you!”

“Let’s do it some other time, ‘kay?”

“Eh? But I want you now.”

“You’re not even my girlfriend—”

“How about I scream here saying Ah Huicheol oppa wants to fuck me again!” You kept on looking at Minju, checking if she really was asleep, and she was.

It gave you anxiety, thinking about what if Minju wakes up and caughts you in the act. You don’t even understand why you’re doing this with her best friend.

“Mhmmmph… sho good…” As she released it with a pop, she wiped her lips with her shirt.

There is no turning back, despite Yena’s plan only planning to give you an oral, you pushed her down the floor and pulled her underwear down and impaled her crotch with your full length.

The pain of being forcibly entered satisfied Yena, as well as the rare experience of fucking near her sleeping bestfriend who is dating the man doing her.

It was wrong but the two of you still continued doing it, Yena, biting her finger to suppress her moans, while you pounded her crotch with increasing pressure, you still check on Minju once in a while if she’s opened her eyes yet despite the room being filled with the sounds of your skins colliding as your hips crashed into hers.

Feeling the heat on your lower body as your quick paced movements slowly brought you to your end, to your climax, you finally sprayed everything in, not leaving a drop unpoured.

As you sat on the bedside, Yena stood up with a teasing look on her face.

“Thank you oppa~” You sighed as she left the room, wiping your sweat off your forehead before fixing your pants to go back to your bed.

As days passed, Yena’s movements became bolder and bolder. When you were playing on the console, she would often sit between your legs as you played, or even hug you from behind whenever you were washing plates. Especially when Minju is nearby, as if purposely showing her.

Overtime, you noticed how Minju suddenly began acting cold towards you. And you knew it was about Yena.

“Minju, are you mad?”

“I’m not.” You knew she was.

Whenever you talked to her, she was always annoyed. Like she never wanted to talk to you in the first place, it was a whole month of ignoring you, as well as ignoring your things— she left your laundries alone, your used plates and utensils, your bedsheets, and refused to iron your clothes.

Minju was untouchable for that time being.

It wasn’t that long when she suddenly called the two of you to the dining area and imposed something like a rule.

“Huicheol-oppa, starting today. You’re eating after we eat.”

“You’re also not allowed to come out of your room whenever Yena’s in the living room.”

“If you could, just stay in your room. Instead of flirting with your girlfriend’s best friend.”

She knew.

“And Yena, you’re not allowed to come near Huicheol-oppa.”

“But Minju, that’s absurd! We’re from the same course, there’s no way I could just ignore him. And he helps me with my schoolworks too!” Yena tried to protest against Minju’s rules.

“Can’t you do that by yourself? Aren’t you a 4th year university student right now?” Her eyes felt different, it was cold.

“Minju, isn’t this too much?” Of course, you knew she was right. But you thought you had to act normal.

“Is it really?” Her face softened a bit, she pulled out her phone and scrolled. “But they say it isn't…” There was a visible pout on her face as she looked down.

You stood up and walked towards her seat, you knelt a bit to see her. “I got it, okay? I’m sorry Yena and I got too comfortable with each other, I’ll distance myself a bit now. Is that okay with you?” Holding her hand, you tried to assure her.

“You sure…?”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed.

You thought it was over, but things just got worse and worse. Minju began to change the way she dressed and she acted. She started wearing more revealing clothes, and she also stopped wearing safety shorts when she wore her denim shorts. It concerns you.

During your times in the living room, she did what Yena used to do— sit between your legs, while feeling your thing behind her.

Her pecks changed into messy french kisses, not that you didn’t like it but it was a surprising development for you. You were too used to the Minju you knew, the one who was just playful and cutesy.

There was a part of you that wanted her to return to what she used to be, and there was another that couldn’t take their eyes off the Minju you see right now.

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“Minju, you should let yourself feel more of this.”

Inside her room, she was naked as she lay on her bed, with her legs spread, and her bestfriend beside her.

“Try touching yourself. Go, don’t you want to be ready when you finally get to ride Huicheol-oppa?”

Minju did as she was told, while using the other to spread her thigh, she used her free hand to caress her throbbing crotch. With her slow caresses, she could feel her juice slowly coming out and travelling down her ass.

“Looks like you’re already wet.” Yena took out an egg-shaped item from under her pillow, “Minju, they call this Love egg. Try putting this in.”

“I… I can’t, can you put it instead?”

“Jesus, Kim Minju. Just put this in.” She forced it on her hand, nervous, Minju tried to insert the egg inside her as Yena helped her spread her legs to easily insert the toy.

“Minju, imagine that egg being pushed to your edge with oppa’s cock.” Like magic, the toy went in. Minju tried to hold her moan by biting her lip.

While Minju was busy stimulating her pussy, and spreading her legs with her other hand, Yena then went and grabbed her chest, and soon began stroking her pink nipples. She could no longer hold it in, she began to moan as the toy’s vibration became stronger and stronger inside her.

You weren’t even there, or in the unit, but Minju kept on screaming your name as she rolled on her bed while Yena controlled the vibrations in the remote.

“Huicheol-oppa! Please, I’m begging you, Make me cum! Make me cum!” She cried and cried, grasping the bed sheets while on her back, continuously releasing her heat as the toy inside her crotch dug deeper into her.

With her legs and her bed as messy as it was with the pool of a mixture of her squirt and pee, she felt weak and helpless when Yena finally pulled the toy out of her crotch.

“Yena, we’re finished right? We’re going to stop for today, right?”

Yena shook her head, “Boys love playing with boobs too. Don’t you want to train yourself to not easily get wet when oppa starts groping you?” Minju was hesitant. But she needed it.

Yena placed two small cup-like objects on Minju’s nipples, both are connected through a wire on the remote that Yena was holding. She started with the most intensity, surprised, the older noticed the amount of juice coming out of her bestfriend’s pussy.

“Wow, it’s literally Kim Min-juice! Look Minju, it’s Kim Min-juice!” Yena joked as the latter continued to scream of her boyfriend’s name and pleasure.

“Haaa… ha… Huicheol-oppa! More, more…”

Is she imagining her boyfriend while into this? Pretty dirty, Kim Minju. Yena chuckled.

“Minju, he told you to come and help him in the University right? For his clearance from your organization.” When Yena stopped the vibration, Minju curled into the bed. Hugging one of her pillows tight.

“Ah yes. I almost forgot.” Still weak from her continuous stimulations, she tried to stand up and made her way to the shower room in her room.

As the warm water travelled down from her head down to her body, Minju stared blankly into the marble tiles on the wall. She kept on thinking about what Yena told her the night after she caught her doing it with her boyfriend.

He found you boring.

That’s why he agrees to do it with me, that’s why he agrees to let it all in my mouth.

Huicheol-oppa… He’s just waiting for you to loosen up.

Am I really boring for keeping everything pure until marriage? What would she even expect from someone who used to live the life of partying, and making out in bars? Of course, he’ll find me boring. Being pure, cute and thoughtful isn’t everything that can attract.

Minju rested her head against the walls as the water washed everything that happened on her body from a while ago. After washing herself, when she went out, she saw Yena handing her a pair of black underwear, as well as a thin white blouse, and high waist denim shorts.

“Go get dicked.” She said before leaving the room.

Minju followed and wore what Yena prepared for her on her way to the university.

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There were only the two of you inside her organization’s office. The university was already closed, but you still waited for the woman who stood at the doorway inside the office where you waited. She was way different than before, her eyes that used to be as sweet had turned into seductive ones, the way she spoke had also changed, she sounded more enticing in contrast to her cutesy act from before.

You miss the old her, but the Minju in front of you wasn’t so bad either. She walked up to you wearing a smirk that somewhat turned your senses on. However, your attention was ultimately caught on the small white bag hung on her shoulder.

Minju sat on the table in front of you and crossed her legs.

“Minju?” Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows.

She kicked you down the wooden chair behind you then opened the pandora’s box of a bag beside her, she pulled out a dog collar, a leash, and a rope out of it, her lips curved with a seemingly insulting smile that somehow didn’t work on you, just turned you on a bit more.

You didn’t struggle as she loosely tied your wrists behind the backrest, even when she placed the collar on your neck that might’ve felt degrading to other people and even unbuckled your belt and pulled your pants down after. For some reason, you couldn’t get mad at Minju, instead, you were anticipating the other things that she might do.

Minju removed her socks and sneakers as she sat back on the desk again, holding the leash on her left hand, she placed her bare foot on top of your bulge, with only a few rubs, it revealed itself out of your boxers, leaking a bit of precum.

“This hard? With just my foot?” She giggled, “Are you that deprived? Is this what happened after I stopped you from going to parties?” Minju laughed and pressed her foot further down.

“Do you like this? Do you like it when I do this?”

You instinctively nodded, “M-Minju, can you use your mouth on me?” you asked, you knew it was futile but it was worth a try.

Before responding, her lips curved into a somewhat sadistic smile.

“Beg for it.” The tone of her voice felt even more degrading than the sight of yourself being bound to a chair, while merely being stimulated by her foot.

And you did, everything about this sight made you feel excited. You wanted to experience everything that this Minju could offer.

“M-Minju, can I use your mouth?”

You saw her face soften for a second, but the moment you blinked, it was back to being the seductive and inviting one. Minju pulled your leash towards her, pulling you along closer. Soon, the rope that bound your wrists behind you came down as a result of Minju’s sudden action.

“Did you really think I’ll suck your cock? Huicheol, you’re such an idiot.” All her insults felt nothing but stimulants. Placing the leash’s handle beside her, you saw her jump off the table, and remove the pair of denim shorts she was wearing.

It was a piece of clothing that seemed impossible to be seen on Minju. Back when you were still persistently following her around to come with you, those were just suggestive clothings that you could only imagine Minju on, but now she was wearing one of those.

A tight, black underwear with a translucent fabric on the middle and its back— a showing but not showing type. Your eyes became fixated on the areas covered by the silk fabric, you wanted to see what was behind them.

When she sat back on the table, your cock felt more lively and excited than it ever was. It was a first for you, encountering an S moment, furthermore it was with the girl that you like. Minju pulled you close again, this time closer than the previous. The angel turned seductress leaned forward towards your ear and gently whispered.

“Eat me.” Her words felt as if it sent shocks of electricity down your body. You wanted her, you badly want to shoot your cum on her now.

Was it intentional of her to loosely tie the rope in your wrists? Maybe it was a question you could only ask her after the deed.

So you gently pulled her alluring black underwear down, it wasn’t a surprise at all— a clean and well trimmed pussy. However, it was already dripping a bit as seen from the small trails of fluid between the item and the underwear.

You looked at her crotch as if it was a piece of an expensive cuisine to indulge yourself into, you cannot believe what you were seeing in front of your eyes, was this the one waiting for me once we get married? You gulp at your thoughts.

You went closer as you inserted a finger inside her, you heard her try to trap her voice on her throat as your index finger dug deeper, even at turning your finger like a key inside a knob. You were surprised by the juices that coated your index finger as you pulled it out, it was a lot.

“Is this what they call… Kim Min-juice?” You licked your finger clean before finally using your tongue, like a chef tasting their creation before serving the food to their customer.

You finally began to feast on her crotch, you didn’t have to use your hands as she was using hers to spread her thighs, it was pretty convenient for you, as you ate her out while jacking yourself off.

You couldn’t help yourself but to see Minju’s pussy as something like a melting fruit popsicle, her juice kept on coming out as you slurped, and even her actions of patting your head while you ate her. You still felt far from being able to fully savour the cuisine granted to you, so you decided to use your hands to spread her more and inserted your tongue in.

Your actions made her squirm, but you didn’t care, you felt like a patron desperately searching for a meal that had taken so long before you could taste it again.

“Nnnh…. Ha….” You could hear Minju’s pants.

You were caught off-guard when Minju suddenly pushed you back to the wooden chair and hopped off. However, when she straddled on your lap— she broke down.

“I really can’t do it!” Her expression went back to the one that you’ve always known, her whine warmed your heart for some reason. It was a part of her that you’ve always loved.

She covered her face and began crying, it was a really weird turn of events.

You moved the strands of her long brown hair behind her ear, and tried to remove her hands from her face.

“No! I can’t show you my face, this is so embarrassing!” The more you tried to remove her hands, the more she struggled.

You gave her a slight touch on her crotch, it gave her a little shock that she grabbed onto your shoulders for support.

“Minju, it’s alright.” You smiled at her, both your hands cupped on her cheeks.

“Do you want to do it or not? Huicheol won’t force you.” You caressed her back and your other hand, her cheek while wiping her tears as you looked into her eyes.

Minju nodded, seeing her response, you held her close and kissed her, you seized the opportunity the moment she opened her mouth in the slightest. The two of you filled the room with the sounds of your tongues clashing against each other, you felt her long and thin fingers tremble as you dominated her mouth.

“Where… where did you learn to kiss like that, Minju?”

Minju avoided your eyes as she bit her lips, you didn’t want to think of the unthinkable but it was the only plausible answer you have.

“Did you already do it with someone other than me?” You asked, you weren’t prepared for what she is about to answer but nevertheless, you still won’t leave her.

“Y-Yena taught me when we watched P-P… I don’t want to say it. ”

It made you laugh, “You watched porn? That’s cute, let’s watch together soon.” She gave you a light punch on your chest.

“Ow, sorry.”

You looked into her eyes, “Minju, let me do this for you, okay? Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

“Fuck me and m-mess me up…” the way her voice trembled sent heat on your face, never in your life you would’ve thought that you’ll hear Minju say those words.

You watched her sweat slowly travel down from her neck down to her chest as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the black bra of the same pattern as her underwear.

As you brought her on the table and slowly laid her down, looking at her face gave you butterflies. Minju was scared of her first time— in the past three years that you were together, you never laid a hand on her, you never went beyond hugs and kisses because of what she wanted.

You parted her legs as she covered her mouth, you looked into her eyes glistening with tears as you traced her slippery slit with your tip. It made her legs move and tremble in excitement as she bit her arm in order to suppress her moans from the stimulations you give her.

“Stop teasing me and j-just put it in already!”

You shoved yourself inside her, sending a sudden shock to her whole body enough to give her a short paralysis. Your girlfriend hasn’t even recovered from the shock yet, but you decided to repeatedly thrust yourself in, with each strike going in, you were closer to putting your every length inside her tight little pussy.

You could feel her releases on your cock as you moved insider her, it felt like every minute she would release herself. You didn’t mind it and continued crashing your hips towards hers, hitting her womb consecutively. The sight of her covering her lips with her left arm, the other covering her orange sized breasts, as she closed her eyes every time she would cum felt like heaven to you.

You gradually slowed your pace as you grabbed both her wrists, bending down to face her concealed breasts. Moving her bra upwards, her breasts were released as if they were a pudding brought out of their packaging. They were pretty and perky, just as you expected.

Her nipples were already hard the moment you freed them from the darkness that was her bra. You placed your right hand on her left breast, and your other, holding her right hand. You leaned forward as you started by pouring kisses and little bites on her neck, sniffing in between, as you went down on her chest.

You could hear refrains as you continued to imprint your markings on her neck, your fingers intertwined and your hand giving her nipple a little stroke or poke, and squeezing as you feel like.

“Nnnnhh….” She closed her eyes in pleasure.

You marked the area around her right chest with your lips, giving her stimulations as you did. The moment you dug in her right breast, you felt her other hand on your head, as if pushing it further as you slurped.

As you didn’t want to fill her in, you pulled out of her crotch. You helped her up and carried her to the area near the window, and forced her on fours, facing the window.

Her body pressed into the cold glass window under the moonlight, the two of you gave no care to the world if you’ll ever get seen or not.

“Haaa…. Huicheol-oppa… it’s fine, just do it inside…”

Minju was still holding onto your leash, which she pulled, slamming you into her as she pressed herself more towards the glass window. You noticed how her ear suddenly turned red, you nibbled on her ear as you slowly inserted your length on her sensitive crotch once again, her fingers suddenly curled to the nonexistent sheet on the window.

You started to move again, harder and more aggressive than the previous one. Everything about Minju turned you on, the way her helpless face reflected on the window, how her body spasmed at your every movement on her body, and how her voices sent tingling sensations on your chest.

You couldn’t stop, it felt as if every heat in your body had concentrated between your legs, you wanted to let everything out, everything you’ve been holding back in for her. You pounded her endlessly as she moaned in pain and pleasure, forgetting about the whole world, forgetting about the fact that maintenance workers or school security would still roam around the school at night.

“Ah shit, take everything in!” You held her waist tightly as you filled her with your length, the heat in your body began to dissipate as you shot loads of your milk inside her, filling her womb with your goo.

You pulled yourself out, you saw the mixture continuously drip from her pussy. You turned her to face you, seeing her tired face made your insides soft as you carried her to the table.

“Should we shower together when we go home?”

Minju hugged you as a response, and you did back.

“You said it earlier, right? To tell you what I want and you’ll do it?”

She might’ve not understand that you were pertaining to sex, but you wanted to hear what she is to say regardless.

Minju began with a pout,

“Then… Never leave me… Like ever…” You wanted to burst into laughter, not because it was cheesy, but because it was the cutest thing you’ve heard from all the girls you’ve dated so far.

“I get it, I won’t.” You whispered to her ear as you caressed her hair behind her.

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Whomst’d’ve?

Smut! Kim Minju x Reader

Like what the title says, Whomst’d’ve?

[Note: Happy Halloween piece before I continue working on the yandere chaeyeon and wife eunbi. This is a bit cheap but Happy Halloween I guess.]

The scent of smoke mixed with alcohol filled your living room, you were already on the floor, leaning against the couch, too tired to even stand up and sit properly. Your vision was becoming hazy, the dizziness in your head was starting to get heavier, you had the urge to puke—but not on the expensive carpet your ass is sitting on. Your friends had just left, and your girlfriend was busy taking the dishes and glasses to the kitchen.

It was a Halloween party for the girls, and a simple drinking party for the boys. And now that they have all left, with only your drunk ass and your girlfriend remaining, you just wanted to lay your back on your bed for the rest of the night.

“Woohyun, weeks ago…” You were drunk, but you were still conscious to recognize this recurring pattern. Kim Minju, your girlfriend, is about to start going on about whatever it is that has been on her mind since then. “We watched the Phantom of the Opera live, right? It was even on the Gala night.” She began.

You just nodded to her words that came in and out of your ears, that night was a pain. The tickets for the gala night was a bit higher than the other ones, you even had to buy her a new dress, and yourself, a matching suit. It was worth it, you not only got to watch the show, but also got to fuck her in the restroom. On her new dress.

“I was thinking…” She leaned closer beside you, on her ghost bride wedding dress, her mouth towards your ear. “Can we recreate the wedding dress scene? Before the mob went down to the lair?” Minju had all the reason to ask you for this. Both of you were understudies for your university’s theatre club, you were the phantom’s understudy, and she is as Christine. You could do it—if you weren’t drunk.

“I’ll have to pass, I can’t act properly when I’m drunk.” You shook your head in disagreement. Your words sounding gibberish the longer the sentence you had to say.

“I thought so too.” Minju responded. You felt her hands on your lap, and slowly, the feeling became heavier. She was sitting on your left thigh, with both her hands slowly traveling from your chest to your shoulders. “Should we?” She asked, her right hand’s fingers tracing your collarbone, up to your chin.

You broke the contact between your eyes, if there ever was. as your eyes went down to look at her lips, to which she was wetting with her tongue. The allure in those small movements were enough to send your blood racing, and to even raise a tent on your pants. The make up on her face was done perfectly, but you were too drunk to care about it as you unzipped your pants, freeing the pole from the sheets. Minju knew what to do, she went down, her right hand grabbing right into the shaft, taking you by surprise.

Her tongue circled down on your balls, starting from the left, as if tracing whatever pattern she could find, to the right. All of those while her hand stroked your cock up and down. Every touch she made on your cock felt painful, the thing was swollen—from getting turned on and from being drunk. Every touch she made, your body felt hot, and burning. As if there was a small circle of void in the middle of your stomach, sucking everything in as the heat filled up your entire self.

She hasn’t even taken your length in her mouth, what more if she does?

You couldn’t help but clench your fists as Minju took control over you, your neck stretching backwards as you open your mouth to breath. You were gasping for air as her hand and tongue continued pleasuring you, adding onto the void. You couldn’t hold it even longer—your cum sprayed out, with just her strokes and her tongue. It was embarrassing.

“That fast? I guess my Woohyun is really sensitive when he is drunk.” She began licking everything that streamed down your shaft, and soon her mouth circled upon your cock. Her head bobbing as she drowned your cock in her throat.

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“Woohyun, who were you talking to earlier? And why’s your… thing out?” The drunk left your body as you heard your girlfriend’s voice. She just came out of the shower, and was wearing nothing like the one you saw minutes earlier. Minju was on her pajamas, with her towel over her head to dry her wet hair.

“You were giving me a… you know what a while ago, right?”

“No I’m not? I’ve been in the shower after I washed the dishes.”

You heard familiar faint laughter…

It’s a happy Halloween for you, I guess.

Retaliation.

It was worrying enough when Kim Minju suddenly stopped going to school but then she refused to talk to anyone, even you, her older brother Kim Ho-Jun. You could only speculate why she cut all of her connections to the outside and permanently stayed inside her small room but you respected her privacy. There was never a light from the crack at the bottom of the door, even at daytime. She deliberately avoided you and the only sign of life was the creaking of her door at night, her attempts at silently navigating the house, and the food disappearing from the fridge. It was tough ignoring your own sister though you had long graduated from high school, being five years older than Minju, and you were already working.

The day Minju finally let you into her room, you had to hold back tears. She looked almost exactly the same charming girl she always was, except for an unavoidable and complete emptiness in her eyes. When she gave you the gist of what happened at Sejin High School, you knew you had to come in that school not as Minju’s brother, but as a member of the Ministry of Education’s Anti-Bullying Division. You were the only one she had left. If you couldn’t fix her high school life and allowed it to become a permanent stain in her life, then you didn’t feel fit to be her older brother.

At the very least, opening up meant you could see her during breakfast, but she was still reclusive. You relished those moments and regretted informing her of your duties.

“Minju-ya, I won’t be home for a few days because of work. Be sure to eat well while I’m away, alright?”

“Be careful and good luck with your work, oppa,” Minju cheered.

That smile was far too precious not to protect.

You’ve always been praised by your workmates as someone who could handle the task of going undercover at high schools to inspect bullying incidents. Aside from your handsome baby-face features, you also had a nice build, which made you perfectly fit in your job at the Anti-Bullying Division. Almost everyone in the division looked up to you because you weren’t just an excellent worker, but you were also a breadwinner and a doting brother to your little sister.

You only had a week, but it took all that time to get used to the atmosphere of Sejin High School, one of the top schools in the district. Your only objective was to take evidence of the bully, but you knew he needed an apology letter the moment you saw her—your blood boiled at her proud sight.

The student in question was Kang Hyewon. The school’s princess, as they said, was the prettiest, and no one could resist her beauty. You admitted you couldn’t completely resist either, but she wasn’t entirely a princess. She hid a devil between her smirks.

“Oppa, her name is… Kang Hyewon…” The shatter in Minju’s voice at the mere mention of her name still inflamed you.

Hyewon’s kind face was a facade. Even in the short period you spent as an undercover student, you saw how she trampled on people’s pride. She treated classmates like her looks justified her actions, and an army of boys backed her up no matter how she spat on and kicked those she deigned to be her lesser.

“Wonjin.” Your classmate, Kim Chaewon, poked your shoulder to get your attention, using the pseudonym ‘Jung Wonjin’ you made up to blend in. “Please, don’t get involved with Kang or her gang. Kang Hyewon bullied one of my friends before—Kim Minju, just because she stood up against her bullying. I’m not really sure about what she did to Minju, but I heard…”

You leaned in when she motioned you to get closer, and she whispered in your ear.

“She had men from the alleys violate her, repeatedly. They even brought her to a tattoo artist to write malicious and dirty things on her body, like cum slut, or anal slut—even things as bad as, fuck me until I can’t feel my legs or walk anymore.”

Even the words were hot in your ear. Your hands trembled and you wanted to scream but you couldn’t, or else your cover would be blown.

You turned to face her with gritted teeth and your tone was careful, understanding not to shoot the messenger. “Chaewon, how do you know about that?”

“That girl, Eunbi—she spread photos of Minju with those tattoos online under her name. It was fucked up. I was lucky I didn’t get ”

“But how do you know about that information?” You cleared his throat.

“Minju told me before she stopped talking to me. I wanted to get my revenge on them too— but I couldn’t. I don’t have that kind of power.”

“Chaewon, can I ask you for help?” Your heart had already sunk deep, all you wanted to do now was to take revenge against Kang Hyewon for destroying your sister’s life. A dangerous idea formed in your head and you pulled out a pen and paper, the sort of plan borne of a cyclical depravity.

Just like how evil betrayed Hyewon’s elegance, anger betrayed your kind-looking face, and Chaewon could feel it. You smiled but there was a hint of darkness in your body language. “W-what is it?”

“Can you trick Kang Hyewon into coming to this room in a hotel?” You finished writing something on a small piece of paper.

“I just told you not to get involved, Wonjin. Are you even listening?!” Chaewon exclaimed, with the small piece of paper in her hand.

“I did listen. That’s why I’m doing it.”

“But… I’ll get involved… I don’t want to—”

Your hand was gentle on her shoulder but she knew the strength in those arms backed up your words. “I’ll protect you. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. Just do as I say.”

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Everything from the cheap, second-hand paintings to the drywall of the hotel screamed seedy, and it only had the bare minimum amount of cleanliness to not get guests sick enough for an ambulance to have to come by. A more self-respecting lodge wouldn’t allow any sort of minor inside of it, but even if the worker at the front desk didn’t have a privacy shield that made sure nothing mattered other than cash, they would be too bored to care anyway. In fact, considering horny students were the source of most of its profits, no one would dare question a girl like Hyewon stomping into the old building, even if someone as gorgeous as her didn’t usually frequent places like this. All Chaewon needed was a fake name and a fake number, and the right words to message Hyewon to provoke her and get her to visit some random rundown hotel room.

Kang Hyewon slammed the door open and did not expect a handkerchief out of the corner of her, covering her nose and making her lose consciousness.

She was as light as you expected.

When Hyewon came about, she found herself on her back, naked, with both her wrists cuffed to the headboard.

“The fuck?” The metal jingles of the cold handcuffs filled the room as Hyewon tried her hardest to free herself, her head thrashing about the dusty mattress but she found no method of release. You could hear the rattle from the bathroom, and opened its door with the same force she did to the front door.

“Kang Hyewon. What a nice and clean body.” You sat at the bedside to trace a non-existent line on her fair skin, which made her squirm and turn to her side, revealing her sizable breasts, and well trimmed down body. Too bad you’d dirty it soon.

“What the fuck is this?! Fuck, fuck, what are you gonna do to me? Who the fuck are you?” She tried to move back as far as she could with her hands still bound, curling into a scared ball.

“Why not think of it as Kim Minju’s revenge?” You laughed as you began to unbutton your shirt, revealing a well maintained body, though you were surprised to see her relax her body, unfolding.

“Kim Minju? Oh, that girl hasn’t killed herself yet, I see,” she said with a half-disappointed smirk. Your blood rushed down below back to your head, but you chose to keep everything cool.

You pulled her thighs and positioned them in front of you, you took a few breaths before you unleashed the monster from within you. Her left breast fit in your left hand well, and you fondled them, pinching her nipples, and grasping it like a ripe fruit from its tree.

Your mouth was aggressive sucking on her other breast. You bit and suckled as hard as you could, then in her embarrassing moans of pleasure, you did not relent and instead inserted your middle finger into her pussy while she slowly wet herself.

“Stop… I’ll apologize to her, just… please…”

“When she kept on screaming her brother’s name, and asking your people to stop, did you make them stop? You didn’t, right?” After licking your fingers clean, you unbuckled your slacks, and unzipped them.

“See that? You’re such a bad person you can’t even get me hard.”

Upon seeing your cock, she began to move back again until her back was at the headboard. It turned you on, the way she looked terrified, and she was just in the right position. You stepped onto the bed next to her and with a finger, you checked her pussy—damn, she wasn’t even that wet yet. Two knees digging into the mattress, your crotch aimed towards her face and you shoved your cock in at once, earning a few beautiful gags.

“Mmm, fuck. That mouth pussy feels so good.”

You grabbed her hair and began moving her head back and forth on your shaft, using her throat like some kind of a fleshlight.

“This fucking feels good.” You treated her head with the same respect she gave others, and pounded your cock into her. Those muffled cries were music to your ears.

The moment you felt like coming, you immediately pulled out, and released the white liquid on her face. It was a masterpiece—the tears from her eyes and her excess saliva flowing out of her mouth mixing with your goo, it made an art piece that could only satisfy you.

You went down, and saw how clear fluid mixed with pee was flowing out of her pussy. You decided to spread her folds with your left index and middle finger, then inserted them without an ounce of gentleness. She hates the way you looked at her, and she hates even worse how she blushed as your eyes burrowed into hers. You moved your fingers inside her as if you were repeatedly pressing a button, and Hyewon moaned of pain and unwanted pleasure. While your movement continued and even hastened, she was already spreading her legs wide on her own.

“Looks like the cum slut is ready.”

You crashed your cock into her pussy lips, the latter continuously gripping on your shaft to pull it further inside her, despite protests from every other inch of her body. She turned her head as far as she could, her legs writhed trying to hide somehow, and her hands wrestled with their restraints. You didn’t care. Her pussy was nothing more than a hole, it’s not like there was a human attached to it, and you pounded it as if you were on the quest of breaking it or tearing it open. The bed creaked and your strength brought sweat and tears from her face as you thrust hard into her.

You placed both your hands on her waist, and leaned forward to her ears. “Where do you want me to cum?”

“Don’t do it inside please, my boyfriend would be mad—” Of course the question was rhetorical. Even if her tight hole didn’t milk you so well, Hyewon mattered less to you than a bag of chips, and the girl certainly mattered less than your orgasm and the feeling of a creampie. Your madness gave way to euphoria for a one moment as the warm blast coated the inside of her body and you continued to pump, filling her womb with sticky white.

“Fuck, your pussy was so good.” Hyewon’s breathing faltered and it sounded like sobs between the few exhales she could manage. After savoring the moment, you slowly pulled out to make a point, then reached for the black permanent marker on the wooden table beside the bed.

Breeding area, with an arrow drawn down to that area, leaking white to contrast the darkness of the marker. It looked just right on her stomach.

You flipped her from her back to put her on all fours. At least you didn’t have to see that face anymore, that stupid, reckless face. She looked much better like this anyway, a bitch in heat.

“Your ass looks tight too. Your boyfriend never fucked your ass?” You didn’t even bother lubing your cock up as there was still much of her fluid, but you were going to force yourself in anyway. Her desperate scream when your cockhead teased to ream open her asshole, it was sonorous, reverberating through the hotel room.

“Stop, please! I won’t do it again!” Hyewon writhed her ass, her thighs jiggling. She tried to twist away, but your hands held her still in her doggy position.

“You think I’ll believe you? You’re not the princess you think you are. Shut the fuck up, slut.” A slap on the ass left her skin red and you inserted at once, bringing yourself all the way down to the base of your shaft. You grabbed her breasts from behind to further stimulate her body, then you continued pounding her ass, smacking her asscheeks so hard that a bit more of your cum leaks out of her sore slit. Your pounding stopped when you received a call, though you noticed that she was already moving and slamming her ass back on her own. You decided to let her be the slut she wanted to be at that moment and answered the call, putting a hand around her mouth.

“Hello?”

“Wonjin oppa, I’ve already arrived at Minju’s house. She looks fine. She even let me in.”

“Really? Can you tell her that her brother is coming home real soon?”

“Sure thing!”

You dropped the call and placed the phone back on the table. Before uncovering her mouth, you made sure to stick a finger down her throat and make her choke a little more. Hyewon hadn’t yet stopped bucking her hips into your stationary crotch, and her yells to stop ran counter to the desperation of her movement, coaxing another orgasm with her incredible tightness. As those waves of bliss arrived to your head replacing your fury for just a moment again, you almost pulled out, but made sure to leave the tip of your cock as it throbbed to pour half of it inside her, before you sent the other half of your seed outside with spurts all over her back—people had to know how messy she could be.

“Hyewon, you were moving by yourself earlier. Doesn’t that mean you’re the real slut?”

She responded with nothing but a whine and a flop onto the bed.

You pulled the permanent marker from your pocket and wrote on her back, ‘Waiting area ♡’ and an arrow pointing towards her ass. You turned her again to face you, adding a few more words on her stomach—Breeding Machine Slut Kang Hyewon. It surprised you how little she fought at this point. Maybe she was too tired, or maybe too cock-drunk instead. Either way, you could use this to your advantage.

Pushing her back against the headboard, you found an angle so that you could be underneath her and so that she could ride you. There were no doubts in her mind that she would ride you. Her face was empty, mirroring how much was in her brain. It fit her image very well. You knew this time that you wouldn’t even have to touch her for her to bounce on your dick on her own. so you decided to suck her breasts as she grinded and jumped up and down on your cock. She moaned of pleasure and her ride felt as if she was on an expedition in search of ambrosia.

“Haa… haa… cumming, cumming…!”

🍎🍎🍎

With Hyewon passed out on the bed, you opened the windows for a smoke, waiting for a call from his workmates. It arrived, and you were enthusiastic to answer it.

“Ho-jun, you really did it the way we do the worst ones, huh? So, how good was she?”

“She’s like a sex machine, stimulate her a little then she’ll move on her own.” You chuckled at your own answer.

“What the fuck, really? Then that’s a score. Should we head there? Drop the location. You got a good one for your first time, what luck!”

“Already did. Check your Line app. You can bring her to the Juvenile Detention Center after, kinda found out she also drove a student or two to their deaths.”

“Yeah. Will do.”

After taking a shower, you burned your Sejin High School uniform and wore your usual suit. You messed up your hair, and went out of the Hotel, passing by the workmates you had called for. They arrived fast, though you understand. If you saw the pictures you sent, you’d rush over just as quickly.

You were greeted by Minju when you came home and her face lit up a bit. She was together with Chaewon, who sat waiting in the kitchen.

“Wonjin— I mean, Ho-jun oppa! Why didn’t you tell me you were actually Minju’s older brother?! If I didn’t see your pictures on those shelves, I wouldn’t know!” she exclaimed.

“Sorry 'bout that. I had to keep it a secret since it’s a work thing.” You laughed.

🍎🍎🍎

All sweaty as the two of you gasped for air, you momentarily stopped. You didn’t plan on it, but in the middle of the night after Minju had finally fallen asleep, you found yourself having sex with Kim Chaewon. She covered her face as her sweat raced down her body while you were on top of her.

“You want more?” you asked in between your gasp. You didn’t hear a response, but you felt her legs around your waist. “Ahh. Wanna ride me this time?”

“Yes. Oppa!” Hearing her response, you carefully carried her on her back and switched your positions. As she moved her body against yours, with the feeling of her insides clamping down your cock, you began to kiss her aggressively to prevent her from screaming.

Ride with Me.

fluff! k. minju x m! reader

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An overused scenery, you’ve seen this from the manhwas and mangas you’ve read back when you were still so into them. You, Jang Hankyeol, never thought you’d be in this exact overused scenery, in front of the sea of people enjoying the different sceneries and extremes, the confession in a amusement park.

“You’ve been stuck in this house since the start of summer vacation, Hankyeol. I have a really nice surprise for you, come to this place. Don’t worry, it’s my treat! Ehe!”

Th-That damn Kim Chaewon! I swear I’ll get even with you, bitch!

“Think of it as thanks for helping me date her older brother.”

I didn’t ask for this, Kim Chaewon! You virgin fuck! It’s not my fault that Ho-jun sunbae and got a bit close after that university event!

You’ve never cursed your girl best friend this much yet. But you know you’re going to have to mess with her Genshin account once you get back to your shared house, maybe trash her best artifacts? Destroy her 50k hp Zhongli build? Or even better— use her 5-star weapons as fodders to 3-star weapons. Various evil ideas came into your head, things that could make Chaewon pull up a gun and point it at your temples.

You shook your head upon hearing her voice, her fragrant jasmine scent entered your nostrils as she greeted you. Her angelic look surely pulled you away from all of the evil schemes you’ve been thinking earlier. It was a quick experience of an angel saving you from the devil.

“Jang… Hankyeol?” In a white oversized shirt and jean shorts, in the middle of the moving crowd, she was standing in front of you, your ultimate crush, your childhood crush, your first love, and still is. Kim Minju.

“A-Ah… A-ah…” You almost fell behind you if not for the round table made of steel behind you, where Chaewon tasked you to wait for a “surprise” someone.

You regret coming only on a plain white shirt under a black zippered hood, your used black ankle pants from yesterday, and a pair of red worn out converse sneakers. You haven’t even worn your contacts, only your black thick rimmed glasses that certainly need changing.

“You’re Jang Hankyeol, right? Chaewon’s friend from the Secondary Education Course? And that guy from… elementary school?” Minju went closer, as close as a few inches between your face and hers, almost feeling your breaths against each other’s faces. She removed your glasses, it froze you to where you stood.

“Amazing! It really is you! It’s been a while!” She laughed while holding your glasses in between her hands as she looked up to you. “I almost didn’t recognize you. Oh my god, You look so different without your contacts. That hair too, it looks cute on you.”

The dimples under her eyes as she smiled made your heart skip a beat, you felt your face heating up. You can’t even utter a few words, everything is becoming embarrassing for you to do right now. Especially when you remembered how you are dressed right now— like an old man about to buy a bottle of alcohol and a newspaper early in the morning, or some lazy ass man in his early twenties going to the internet cafe instead of having breakfast the first thing in the morning.

Your black shoulder length hair that grew over the vacation months didn’t even help, tied in a half-ponytail.

As your vision became blurry as a result of her removing your glasses, you immediately took it from her hand and placed it back to its rightful place. Everything became as clear as day again, with a bit of a blur.

“Oh, sorry.” Minju giggled, even those little things made you smile.

“Ah, so… What are you here for, anyway?” You tried to avoid her eyes as much as possible, but you certainly can’t. It has been a habit of yours to always look at the person you’re talking to, it wasn’t something you could break in a span of a few minutes.

“Hmmm… Why don’t we sit for a bit, Hankyeol? I actually stood in the train for almost an hour before this, and the line outside was the worst!” Minju kept on moving the round collar of her shirt as she sat on the metal chair beside the table where you leaned. You quickly followed, sitting on the one placed in front of her.

Your eyes met, and you can’t help but get red at the moment. The music playing in that mini cafe where the two of you were didn’t even help, the music made you want to die with her if ever the two of you became an item.

Fucking Café, this isn’t the right time to play Yoasobi’s Racing to the Night, goddamnit!

Everything she said that were answers to your previous question just passed from one ear to another. It sounded like gibberish to you as you unconsciously stared into the abyss of her eyes. If you wanted to, you’d choose to get lost in that abyss forever.

“Hello, may I take your order?”

You snapped back to reality as you heard the loud voice of a waitress, dressed in a pink shirt tucked on a pair of black jeans and black half apron. Her hair was tied in a bun, just like the other waitresses in the café. It also made Minju stop on what she was talking about, which made you quite thankful as you weren’t even listening when she started blabbing about it.

“I’ll take an iced mocha.”

“Mine will be iced americano.”

“Oh, I’ll go with iced americano instead. Ugh, sorry about that.” Her answer made you change your mind. You thought you’d take a mocha because it tastes sweet, but you immediately changed your mind.

You wanted to look cool, at least. As if that would even make sense as it’s just a drink.

“Got that. Next time please make sure you’ve made up your mind before ordering. I hate writing.”

It was one hell of an annoying waitress.

“Ah yeah. Sorry ‘bout that.” Apology was against your will, but you still did it. She was in front of you, after all.

“So where did I stop again? Kinda forgot about it, Ms. Waitress surprised the shit out of me too!” She was smiling.

If only you could tell her without breaking that smile on her face that you’ve only been admiring her features instead of listening to her talk. The way Minju smiled at you was like she was waiting for you to tell her where she stopped. If you follow the principles of some of the games you’ve played, this is something of a big choice.

It could make or break this scenario, you could get to the next stage or she could leave you in the dust if you get the wrong answer. You’ve never been in situations like this, hell, you’ve never even gone on dates— and the friendly dates between you and Chaewon are surely not in the criteria.

“The old man with a reversed necktie?” It was a guess, a pure guess. You gripped onto the part of your shirt on your stomach, you were ready to see her stand up and leave you behind until you just saw her laughing.

“I’m glad you remembered! I’m really bad at remembering where I left off!”

Your grip loosened as you let out a sigh of relief. This time, you finally listened to her talk about her trip from a while ago.

A medium sized transparent cup of iced americano was placed in front of the two of you, now with a different waitress. A much chill one as opposed to the one who took your orders.

You noticed how many people were waiting outside the café’s tent. As much as you hated walking around in crowded places after your trauma from your previous pickpocket experience in the same kind of place, you knew you had to adjust.

You leaned over and whispered, “Minju, can we go elsewhere? There are lots of people waiting, see?” You also pointed at the line of people just outside the line that divides the café to the area.

“I see. I think I just know the perfect place for us.” Minju stood up and smiled at you, she grabbed your wrist, but was still careful not to spill the iced coffee on your hands. She excitedly ran outside the café’s tent, seeing her hurrying towards a path unknown to you, the crowd that blocked the way slowly moved away, giving her a space to run through.

It was instagrammable to say the least. The view of her pulling your wrist as she ran towards the place she knew, it made you blush as the whole thing made you feel as if you were a couple. Though you weren’t exactly on your best look as you look like a weirdo with the clothes you are on at the moment.

The whole scenery brought you back to the memories of the reason why she was and is still the girl you love from childhood until now.

“It’s like that time.”

“What is?” She giggled as she asked.

✧✧✧

You were in grade school, you weren’t the same as the other boys in class. You often hang out with Chaewon as your parents were close friends, and you’ve already met countless times on a few celebrations. Chaewon was your only friend then, while she was friends with almost the whole class.

There was one girl back then that always caught your eye. She was the prettiest, she was the kind of pretty that Chaewon wasn’t in your eyes, she just wasn’t your type. That’s it.

That one girl was Kim Minju. The girl who was certainly kind to everyone. She was the crush of every young boy in the elementary school, of course you were one of those young boys.

It was a field trip, Chaewon got sick and wasn’t able to come. It was the worst case scenario for you, the other boys in class were only holding back on picking on you because of Chaewon, and now that she isn’t present, it was their time to attack.

Just as when you thought you’d be alone or picked on for the rest of the day, you felt someone’s hand on yours. Raising your head up to look at who it was, your face turned red upon realization.

It was Kim Minju who accompanied you on that day. The girl who openly declared that she’s your friend from that day on then. Sadly, you left Korea for Japan the following day. Such an unfortunate event, eh? Leaving after being friends with your crush.

✧✧✧

You’ve never seen her again after you went to Japan because of your father’s work until you came back to Korea for university. And you certainly heard that bit of bad news about her from years ago, but that didn’t stop you from still falling for her when you saw her again in the university. When Kim Chaewon introduced you to her again.

You were glad that the perpetrator was caught and is under an office’s custody at this moment, but you knew that the scars from then wouldn’t easily leave the woman standing right in front of you right now.

Minju brought you into a less crowded area in the amusement park, she got all sweaty from running, causing her shirt to stick a bit on her back.

“See? A much better place than that crowded area from earlier.” She was smiling at you from ear to ear, the dimples under her eyes showing again, and the wind blowing her hair as if to show you the entirety of her beauty.

Before you could even respond, you saw it.

You saw the scar that she would forever bring with her. It made you want to tear up but of course, you can’t. You’re finally with her for a single day, and that daughter of a bitch Chaewon probably prepared this for you the same way you prepared hers when she met with Minju’s older brother whom you were close with.

You removed your jacket and placed it around her shoulders.

“… Did you see it?” Minju asked.

You instinctively avoided her eyes.

“Yes… I did.”

You began to blame yourself. That if only you were there beside her back then in high school, that probably wouldn’t happen to her. She wouldn’t be bullied… and touched against her will, even more be marked with words that shouldn’t even be on any person’s body in the first place.

“It… Doesn’t look good, right?” She slowly walked towards one of the empty benches as she placed her arms inside the sleeves of your jacket. The way she spoke sounded calm, but you felt her sadness.

“Many of them have already backed out and left the moment they learned about those tattoos, when they knew that I was the one on that viral video from years ago that was still probably circulating online until now.” Minju crossed her legs as she looked up at the skies, watching the flock of birds flying towards another place.

“Those I dated, immediately break up with me after I tell them about my secret.” She continued.

You could feel that she was about to break any moment if she still continued to speak. It tortures you as to how much she acts joyful despite having a trauma.

You took a deep breath.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

It was a loud scream, enough to grab the attention of the people around the two of you. She grabbed your wrist again, trying to stop you, but when your eyes met, you smiled at her.

“Everyone, isn’t she pretty?” You asked the crowd, they laughed at your sudden action before nodding in agreement.

“Doesn’t she seem like she could join pageants!?”

“She looks as beautiful as those popular actresses and idols, right?”

They nodded at your every question despite finding your actions funny.

“Hankyeol, stop it.” She whispered.

You knelt on one knee to get into the same height as hers.

“I saw it, did I leave you?” You asked.

“Not yet, but soon—”

“I won’t. Chaewon and I, we’d never.”

It fell quiet, it was like time stopped just for this moment that the two of you could look at each other. It soon felt awkward on your part as the realization dawned upon you, all the things you said earlier, the questions you asked the random strangers, you felt embarrassed at yourself for pulling off such a stunt.

“T-The time is running, we should make the most of our time in this amusement park. I know, let’s go ride a roller coaster!”

“But what about—”

“Kim Minju, would you ride with me?” You asked.

Without even hearing what she was about to say, you pulled her from where she sat and forced her to line up with you on the nearby roller coaster ride.

You kept on ignoring her questions, from what you saw on her back, to you leaving her at some point until she just gave up. Arriving in front of the horror house after a quick roller coaster ride that must’ve taken your companion’s soul on its rails, you poked on her left cheek, giving her a light shock.

“Why are you here again?” You asked her, putting both your hands on your pockets as you looked at her from your height.

“Chaewon told me I would meet someone nostalgic. Honestly, I didn’t expect it was you.” Minju covered her mouth as she laughed.

“Who were you expecting, anyway?”

“Another guy she found online to try and give me a boyfriend.”

“Oh god, she’s been setting you up to dates?” You exclaimed, she just nodded.

“Wait, let me call that idiot.” You clicked your tongue as you pulled your phone out from your pocket, you immediately pressed the number on top of the list— Kim Chaewon. The other line was immediately picked up, however, you weren’t expecting to hear what you just heard from her line.

“A-Ah! Ho-jun, more! Fill me more! Uh, wait, Hankyeol’s calling, don’t pull out, okay?”

“Nnnn… Haa… Nnn… Ah, Hankyeol! How was it—”

No matter how important and how much you wanted to tell her that setting up your friend on dates with random strangers are disgusting, you immediately dropped the call and hid your phone back in your pocket.

Your face was red in realization that Chaewon was in the middle of her business when you called. Your lips curled in embarrassment as you moved along with the others in the line. You couldn’t even look at Minju who was looking at you dumbfounded.

“Chaewon’s a bit busy. She wasn’t picking up, I wonder why…?” You pretended, you knew you couldn’t just tell her “Oh, Chaewon’s busy. She’s having sex with your brother.” Or something of the sort.

“Want me to call her instead?” Minju pulled out her phone from her pocket, you immediately grabbed her wrists and shook your head in disagreement.

“Please don’t. Let’s not disturb her, okay?”

The two of you didn’t notice that the line already moved, the people behind you began to move, pushing Minju closer to you. You felt her breathing on your chest, it immediately sent signals on your body, your face turning red as your grip on her wrists loosened.

You were finally one of the next people that would enter the horror house.

“W-Wanna go to the arcade after this?” Minju asked, you were too nervous to answer, and ended up just nodding at her invitation.

“C-Cool! You better not freak out inside, yeah?” She lightly elbowed your side just before entering the house.

You shot her a glare in response, “That goes for you, as well. The one who freaks out doesn’t get to choose the games in the arcade.” The two of you agreed on that deal as you entered the site.

It was menacing, the level of that horror house was beyond that two of you could handle. Everything felt real, even the walking mannequins, and the moving coffins. The more you stopped yourself from screaming and freaking out of the scenery, the more terrifying the place became.

You and Minju noticed midway the attraction of how your fingers suddenly intertwined, your fingers trying to reach the back of your hands. The two of you then paused to look at each other’s eyes.

“M-Minju…?” You gulped.

“H-Hankyeol—”

Hearing a groan behind you, it prompted the two of you to run towards the exit. Ignoring all the other horrifying attractions left for you to see and be scared about. Catching your breaths as you sat at the benches near the horror house, you noticed how you two haven’t let go of each other’s hands yet.

You gently tried to slip your hand away from hers, but she grabbed yours tighter. Without pulling your hand away from hers, the two of you arrived in the arcade inside the amusement park. There were certainly few people inside the arcade, which made you feel at ease.

Since no one was able to win the deal you made earlier, you decided to play rock, paper, scissors to decide on the games you will play, you being bad at the game didn’t help as she won all three rounds immediately. It was a straight victory.

Minju first chose a claw machine, she wanted a stuffed animal inside one of the machines. Getting hold of the two controls, you pulled your hand away from hers and began playing the machine in an attempt to get your hands on the toy.

You were much closer to your goal, on dropping the prized toy after a whopping number of almost a thousand tokens, all from your own pocket. You turned to look at Minju to tell her that with only a few more tries, you could finally get the toy out of the machine.

You saw how Minju was staring at a nearby photo booth. After the toy dropped, you immediately handed it to her, her attention going back to you as she grabbed the stuffed toy with her hands from yours.

“You want to go to the photobooth?”

You saw how her eyes sparkled as she stared into yours, a blush immediately formed on your cheeks.

“Is it alright with you?”

You nodded.

The space inside the booth was a bit cramped, but you could manage. You felt awkward as your bodies were too close to each other, you were holding her from behind her waist to prevent her from falling while you tried to keep your own balance with your feet.

You were only looking at her as the camera took your photos.

“Hankyeol, geez. You aren’t even looking at the camera. Let’s take another one.” She single handedly grabbed your chin to face the camera in front of you as the timer went down after pressing it a few seconds ago.

You successfully got a nice photo from the booth. It doesn’t feel real, everything feels like you’re on a date with the girl you’ve always wanted to be with. The way you felt her warmth as she held your hands while walking the crowded pathway of the amusement park, it made you feel like you were really lovers.

The sun was about to set, and the only attraction left was the one the two of you left for last. The ferris wheel. Thinking of it as the last ride, made it really seem like you were living the life of that cliché scene from the romance novels and comics.

The line was long, and almost everyone on the line were lovers.

“How far have you gone with the others…? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I tell them about the tattoos during the first dates. They would often pretend to go to the restroom and never come back. It really puts me to embarrassment most of the time since people would often talk about how I got left.” Minju tried to explain while still looking as happy as she could. Just by looking at the expression on her face, it hurts you.

“Minju…” her name was the only thing you could utter at the moment.

“But I don’t mind, I’m already used to it. It’s my fault for letting myself be vulnerable to those kinds of things that resulted in this.” She had an apologetic smile on her face.

“Oh my god, why are we talking about things like this, let’s not waste this day talking about those.”

The time the two of you got to the ride itself, it was already dark, and the stars began appearing in the night sky.

You sat face to face inside the ride, it was a bit spacious since there were only the two of you. The cabin gradually went up in a slow pace, you looked at Minju as she watched the city lights that slowly became visible from where she sat.

“Hankyeol, thank you for coming.”

Those words made you even more happy to have come today, that you didn’t ditch the whole thing.

“I’m kinda thankful I didn’t ditch this. Chaewon never told me that I was going to meet you.”

Minju laughed at your response.

You leaned closer to her, “Hey. What happened back then, it wasn’t your fault. It was that girl’s fault, alright?” You cleared your throat before continuing, “After hearing about that from Chaewon, I blamed myself for not being around that time.”

“The only thing I could do right now is to stay by your side.”

You felt her hands on your cheeks, up to your glasses, moving it above your head. Soon, you felt a pair of lips against yours.

As you kissed, you grabbed her waist and pulled her up to straddle on your lap.

“I think we shouldn’t do this here.” She whispered, but you shook your head.

“It’s just a quick one. No one would notice.”

“But…”

Your lips crashed into each other’s again, rougher than the first one you shared. The way she responded to your kisses was the answer you wanted to hear. You gently unzipped the hood and pulled it down her shoulders without breaking your contact.

In a quick pause for a breath, “You ready?” You asked, to which she replied with a nod.

✧✧✧

The ride has ended. You and Minju sat beside each other, your hand on top of hers. Both of you fell shy as you remembered every detail of what happened earlier, it was quick but it felt the best.

“Was that your first time?” You asked, stepping out of the cabin before helping her out. She elbowed your side as soon as she reached the platform beside you.

“I was just asking!” You exclaimed.

“I’m glad it was you.” After a peck on your cheek, you went silent. It felt as if you were one of those bosses in the games you play after being hit in their vulnerable part.

“Let’s go on a date again next time.” You muttered.

“How about a movie date? In your shared house… tonight?”

Not that it wasn’t plausible, but you were just sure that the moment you arrive at your place, Chaewon’s clothes as well as her boyfriend’s being scattered in the living room will be the ones welcoming you.

“Maybe… uhh… your place?”

“Chaewon and oppa must be doing that again.” Minju shook her head before she gave your hand a light squeeze. “I understand. Let’s go?”

the end.

An Exclusive Scoop.

Women's Tennis Club Feature — Sports Writer Head, Jang Dowon.

You sighed at the sticky note pinned on your dusty office's bulletin while you fixed your glasses. You’ve tried to push the task as far ahead as you could to avoid dealing with said club but eventually the deadline came, and you needed to have at least two articles included in the current issue of your club's publication.

You sat down on your own desk with not a care for the dust throughout the room. It had always been this way—little to no time to wipe shelves or sweep floors of the mixed chalk and dust due to the overwhelming amount of articles to write. Of all the club members, you frequented the office the most, and over time it had become your safe space.

The Women's Tennis Club had always been the problem of the Myungwoo University's High School Journalism Team. The previous seniors had called them ”The Elusive Tennis Club”, nearly impossible to tap for an interview. Most of the time you needed a connection from inside the team to get in touch, so as the school's unrivaled unlucky guy of the year, Jang Dowon, you had no choice but to chase them all over the school.

Only three days before the submission of the articles, you became really desperate to interview the team or to obtain juicy information that only circulated in the huge garden of flowers that was the tennis club. You were so desperate that you had to plant a small device on one of their bags, something you asked from the Publication's youngest Editor-in-Chief, Kim Minju. It was akin to a voyeur device, and though it had been one of the primary tools of the Publication Team for the past 5 years, you still had to get used to the invasion of privacy.

A bit of dust collected on your right hand as you wiped the table clean before placing your laptop on top of it. As soon as the computer booted up, you went to the application connected to the device.

"Did she leave her locker open?" You raised a brow in curiosity—the bag’s owner was probably still in the room—then you took your earphones out from the little pouch on your bag and plugged it on your laptop, raising the volume as you put them in your ears.

The bag was placed in the far corner of the locker, the best position to get a perfect glimpse out into the room. The feed was clear, considering your office was right above the locker room downstairs. Its walls were light blue, and the windows were covered by a thick white curtain. The lockers were gray and some were clean while others were filled with random stickers. To your surprise, the first figure you saw on the feed was Kim Chaewon, the star of the team. It wasn't an ordinary view of Chaewon, since she was only in her pair of black underwear. The shape of her body and the hue of her fair skin were as clear as the day, while her brown hair barely fell to her shoulders.

You gulped as you continued watching.

Dowon, calm down. Maybe she was just changing her clothes. 

Your blood rushed around your whole body but especially down below, your eyes fixated on her curves and how she sat on the bench in the middle of the room before she wiped herself down with a small green towel.

As she hummed, she stood up and made her way to the opened locker. Chaewon took something from her bag. The feed shook a bit, but it was back to normal after a few seconds. You weren't able to see what it was, but you knew it fit her hand well.

Chaewon stood for a long time and her back faced your feed so you couldn't very well see what she was doing. You needed to quench your dry mouth, so you grabbed your water bottle next to the 3-month old stacks of rejected newspaper prints, then swung your swivel chair back a bit and took a sip.

With the cold water still in your mouth, the moment you looked back at the feed, you choked on your water. THE Kim Chaewon had her legs spread wide apart on the bench, nearly facing the locker, giving exclusive live footage of her panties brushed aside for her clean and shaved pussy. Her frilled bras were pushed up above her chest, and though far, you could see how hard her pink nipples were as she stroked them with her fingers. Her free hand held the mysterious thing you weren't able to see earlier, and Chaewon brought it down to her pussy. By the strange buzzing noise, you didn’t need to be an investigative journalist to know it was a vibrator.

I'm too lucky today. Gotta be careful on my way home, I might get into an accident.

Fortunately, the app had a built-in recording option in it, which you immediately pressed to record the feed. It wasn’t for yourself, you swore, but it was for the articles that might have come your way as a sports news writer. If you had something that even The Kim Chaewon feared, your job would be easier.

You zoomed in the camera even more, showing off her shaky but pleasured smile as she slid the vibrator up and down her crotch.

"Ahnnnn, fuck… This feels so good…" With her back arched as she played with herself, you felt a warm sensation between your legs. You bit your lip, turned on just by watching Chaewon pleasure herself.

Dowon, you're a kind man. Turn your eyes away from your laptop! Your conscience spoke to you, but you couldn't, wanting to see more of what she had been doing by herself inside their locker room.

Too focused on your screen, you didn't notice someone barge in, so right as you were about to touch your bulge, you felt a hand on your wrist stopping you. That hand slowly traveled from your arm to your neck, then finally stopped on your right cheek. The light brush of her fingers and the sweetness of her scent gave you shivers, then as you turned your head up, you saw the very face of the EIC, Kim Minju.

"What's holding you back? Isn't that basically porn? Why not touch yourself as you wait for it to finish?" Her seemingly innocent voice speaking those words against your left ear was unreal.

"I… I… y'know—" You knew about her being Chaewon's adopted younger sister and it made you nervous.

Will she expose me? I can't let my reputation in this school go down.

You were surprised when her right hand single-handedly unbuckled your belt, and after pulling down your zipper, she unbuttoned your boxers, the last bastion before tour full length poked out of the hole. It seemed like forever for her to do anything and you were frozen by the moment yourself, until she grabbed your throbbing cock and gently stroked her hand up and down.

"Don't mind me, just focus on the screen. Watch my Chaewon-unnie do her business so you can finally write an article about her clitoris—my bad, I mean victories." She chuckled, her lips still near your ear.

"Haaa… EIC—"

"Call me Minju," she whispered, giving your ear a gentle lick afterwards.

"M-Minju… Damn." You kept your eyes on the laptop as requested while Chaewon added a few fingers inside her slit in addition to the vibrating toy working diligently on her little nub, all unknowingly in front of the voyeur camera.

"Does it feel good, Dowon-oppa?" Minju giggled, and even the breath in your ear sent you close to cumming.

"Yes...” you said, though your breaths were heavy. “It feels good."

She placed her thumb on the head and began rubbing it, your sticky glaze slowly coming out.

"You're so big. Do you want to try me?" While her kneading fingertip was heavenly on your cock, her words alone were enough to make you explode. It was embarrassing, cumming from just a few strokes of her hand, though maybe more embarrassing was the speed you fixed your glasses that slipped down your nose when you were startled from letting out your cream, because truthfully, you still wanted to clearly see the girl on the screen.

"You're still hard, eh?” She didn’t need to ask, since she kept milking with her smooth fingers and turning them sticky with every drop. “Oppa, answer my question please. Do you want to try Minju?"

The way she whispered her name sent electricity down your spine. You felt weak against her, so you nodded. Turning away from the feed to look at Minju, she removed the cream-colored vest of her uniform then took off her panties under her plaid white skirt, leaving the question of her pussy’s similarity against her sister’s to imagination.

In only her thin white blouse and her skirt, Minju placed her hands on your shoulders, then straddled on your lap, your cock slapping against her wet crotch. It didn’t matter much how Minju’s pussy compared, it was warm and tempting just perching on your shaft. She unfastened some of the buttons of her shirt, revealing her front hook pearl white bra.

"Undo it." She smiled.

You nervously obeyed, your eyes still transfixed to Chaewon on your screen, almost lying down on the bench as the wand edges her closer.

"Does my sister look just as amazing while masturbating as she does when she plays tennis?" Minju bent down, her left hand tightly holding next to your neck while the other positioned your still hard cock beneath her aching crotch.

"Y-Yes… she does…" The moment you answered, Minju fully impaled herself onto your length, holding back her moan by not breathing. You bit your lip to likewise prevent yourself from releasing a groan.

"Mmmh, s-so… big." She began descending slowly before increasing her speed on her way up, while you placed your hand on her back to keep her upright and secure.

Her mouth pressed against your right ear, her breathing and her continuous pants never failing to make you shudder.

When you finally had some of your wits about you even though Minju eagerly bounced on your dick, you returned your awareness to the screen where Chaewon was no longer playing with herself. She had finished taking a shower again after squirting all over herself earlier with the help of her fingers, now in her tennis clothes.

"Minju, let's stop. I, uh, I have to go get the device."

"Are you sure you're going to get it? With all those club members gathered outside their clubroom?" Minju spoke between her gasps, her grip on your shoulders getting tighter even though her movements have always been slow. "Let's just have fun here in the office for a bit. Then I'll help you out later."

She smirked with a little visible pain on her face at the width of your cock. From her breast pocket, bouncing just a bit with each thrust, Minju pulled out a key. “W. Tennis Clubroom”.

"How'd you get that?" you said as your eyes widened in curiosity.

"Can we say that I felt sorry for my dear sports news head because my Chaewon-unnie has been giving him a hard time, no?" Her eyes were kind yet so alluring.

You brushed her hair behind her ears, twitching as she rested her crotch against your waist, your cock all the way inside. Minju removed your black thick rimmed glasses. You stared for a bit on her lips—she licked them in anticipation. After a few breaths, you finally crashed your lips into hers. The sounds of your tongue colliding echoed in the empty office and you held her close during the kiss. Your right hand held behind her head, and the other on her lower back.

It didn't take long before you finally stood up, carrying her on her hips as she fully unbuttoned her blouse and threw it aside. Without breaking the kiss or removing your cock from her walls, you placed her on the small bit of space in front of the laptop before pushing it back to give the girl more room to sit.

You stopped for a bit, gasping for air.

"Fuck, you're a great kisser." Minju smiled, a bit heady from the pleasure.

"Did you really think I was an inexperienced nerd? The nerve, Miss Myungwoo University's Pure Girl Kim Minju," you teased her with the school pageant award she received a year ago.

Admiring the saliva trail between her lips and yours, Minju kissed you again in a gentle manner, as opposed to the noisy and messy kiss you shared earlier. It was slow, but you revelled in it as she unbuttoned your shirt in kind, then you followed her movement and removed your blazer while her hands slid your shirt down, throwing it to the side the same way she did earlier.

"Why would you let me watch your sister do that? I mean, you could take on any article you want, right?" you asked as you slowly moved your hips against Minju, leaning her head on the shelf behind her and slowly restarting the pace of your cock plunging inside.

"She always p-pissed me off... from childhood until now, mmm..." she answered between her moans, "If they were gonna treat me like shit, fff-, they shouldn't have adopted me."

Minju wrapped her arms around your neck, closed the gap between your faces with a quick bite on your lower lip, then turned that into a kiss. You continued pounding her pussy, while her mouth trailed down to your shoulder where she bit to prevent herself from letting out a loud moan, leaving pretty red teeth marks.

"Minju, where should I cum?"

"Inside. I'm on pills anyway."

“Cumming, mmmm,” you hummed as she pulled you in again for a kiss.

You crashed your hips into hers, savoring the pressure of her muscles around your shaft and soon enough, you gave one last thrust before throbs of woozy desire engulfed you. Minju held you the tightest that her legs and arms could manage, so that when you came, your two lips parted slowly, but not as slowly as you pulled your cock out. Her pussy gave a final kiss to your head while your climax receded, white fluid flowing out of her crotch.

"Looks like I came a lot," you said looking at her creamed pussy. "Should I scrape the excess off?"

Your index and middle finger were already in front of her. Unable to speak, Minju just nodded. Before doing what you needed to, you picked up the blouse she threw on the side earlier that landed on an unplugged monitor and helped her with her sleeves as her arms were fatigued.

Facing her again, you leaned down to observe your work then inserted your fingers, earning you a light kick to your shoulder. You didn't mind it, since of course she would feel so sensitive after a quick session. Minju played with her phone—a little less focused on her device whenever you hit certain spots—as you wiped her clean before helping her put on her underwear. Standing back up, she once again wrapped her arms around your neck and gave you a quick peck.

"You're already my boyfriend, no?" she said with a gleeful smile. This Minju was ten times further away from the one earlier, as though she had two different Minju's inside of her.

After fixing your clothes, you sat on your swivel chair, with Minju still on your table, her legs crossed and her blouse still open giving you another view of her laced front hook bra. "Minju."

"Hmm?" she hummed.

With only a tap on your lap, she knew what to do and immediately straddled you. You buttoned her blouse up, and tied her ribbon back, forcing the vest back afterwards. "When are we going down to the club room?" you asked.

"In an hour or two. When she's the only one left practicing on the court." There was a different glint in her eyes, you could tell she was planning something sinister.

"You can go to her while I retrieve the camera from her locker," she instructed, "Keep her occupied until you see me come out of the door. Fuck her, play a match or two, it's up to you," Minju explained.

"I thought we're already… you know."

"We are. I'm letting you fuck my sister as a gift for our first day. Don't you think that's a good gift?"

This woman, she's beyond saving. You shook your head. "So you're saying, you want me to fuck her?"

"Please. Fuck. Her. Dowon-oppa." She gave you a cheerful smile, contrary to what came out of her lips.

The two of you diligently waited for the night to arrive. There were almost no students left in the building as you went down to the court, the hallways were quiet, though the lights were still open for the other operating clubs and the faculty offices.

Before parting ways when you exited the building, you were sweating for some reason, so you pulled Minju’s arm and kissed her—to muster up strength, maybe?

"You can do it, it's not like she'll bash your head with her racket once you come up to her." She laughed.

"That's what I’m worried about!" Your retort made her laugh more before she left for the empty clubroom. The trip to the court felt like forever, the outline of Kim Chaewon nearing as you walked. You had no choice but to go up to her, dressed in a yellow shirt and plaid blue skirt with a pair of white socks and shoes, practicing smashes with an automatic machine.

"Hello, Ms. Kim Chaewon!" you greeted her. Chaewon pulled out a remote control from her skirt's pocket and pressed the red button, turning off the machine. "I'm Jang Do—"

"What business does Jang Dowon of the Publication team need with me, Kim Chaewon?" You were wary of how she held her racket and how she moved it. Don't act suspicious, Dowon. 

"I was just thinking, maybe the great Ms. Kim could grace our sports team with a quick interview."

"Interview?" Chaewon turned her back and walked towards the net, though you couldn’t see her normally because your image of her had drastically changed with the footage. Her thighs didn’t stand out to you before, they were just normal thighs but now you remembered her spreading them open with her hand as she rubbed her vibrator on her crotch. You also gulped when she faced you, since your brain immediately mentally undressed her, picturing when she played with her chest and pink nipples.

How the hell am I going to fuck her? Minju didn't even give me a clue. Wait a minute…

Chaewon spoke of her stories during the recent tournament, but because of the wild thoughts and memories running through your head, everything she said went in and out of your ears.

“...so I guess those were pretty tight matches, huh?---” She dropped her racket out of surprise when you approached her and pulled her arm.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Her brows furrowed, and her eyes were mad. Somehow, you knew she would bash your head with her racket if she didn't drop it moments ago.

"You were masturbating in your clubroom earlier, right?" Her cheeks flushed red.

"N-no, no way I'm gonna do that. Even if you give me a free pass on an international tournament, I’d never do that." You laughed as she denied your words.

You pulled your phone out and played a quick video.

"Ahhh… No… I'm cumming!" Chaewon heard her voice and any pride left in her expression dropped. You smirked at her reaction.

"What do you want? What do you want me to do? Don't fucking release that." Her voice turned a contrasting dark compared to her earlier light and dismissive tone.

"Kneel," you commanded, then unbuckled your belt, releasing the hardness brought by the mere sight of Chaewon. Even though she was fully clothed, in your mind she was just as naked as she was hours ago.

She clicked her tongue but otherwise knelt quietly. Her eyes avoided you and your cock, or at least they tried their best while you shifted your boxers to remove your sore shaft from its prison. You lightly slapped her left cheek with it, leaving some leaking precum.

"Chaewon, say ahhh." She puckered her lips and kept them shut for a moment with a frown but you continued poking her cheeks, putting a bit more force each time, so she obediently followed.

“Ugh… Ahhhh.” Chaewon poked her tongue slowly out from between her lips, then replaced that tongue with the tip of your cock, giving the tip’s slit little licks while inside her mouth. She moved her hair behind her ear as she took your length further in, with her left hand playing with your balls, and the other in between her legs, rubbing the area behind her panties.

Chaewon was surprisingly good at head, and you caressed her hair as she slowly bobbed back and forth, using her tongue like you wanted her to. When you came, it made your knees buckle a little and forced your eyes shut for a moment, but you only spilled a bit on her mouth because of how much semen you gave her sister earlier today. Despite being surprised, she swallowed everything and showed off her clean mouth.

"Sorry, can you stand up?" you asked.

"Are we finished?" Chaewon wiped her lips while she slowly stood up, and then you pushed her towards the net's poles and forcibly pulled her underwear before bringing her back down. You positioned her like a dog relieving itself with one of its hind legs up, though embarrassed as she was, she couldn't do anything about it. She held the pole tight as you had her stand on one foot while lifting the other's thigh to taste and possibly eat the sweaty pussy between her legs. Your hand slid down from her thighs to her knee with how slippery she was, Chaewon perspiring as you did your business and ate her up like a delicious meal.

Chaewon covered her mouth as you continued to devour the entirety of her pussy, and just from inserting your tongue, she came. With her legs shaking and her having trouble keeping herself up, she leaked a mixture of cum and her pee, though you kept torridly licking and sucking anyway. You figured she might be scared—who wouldn't if you got asked for an interview but suddenly got tongue fucked instead?

You lifted Chaewon up, carrying her in your arms on your way to the benches by the court. You roughly placed her face down, her back towards you as you pulled her panties off her legs.

"Please no…" she quietly protested, teary-eyed.

You said nothing. Jesus, she's cute like her sister.

Pulling your belt off your pants, you tied her wrists with it above her head. After a few rubs on her wet crotch, collecting the moisture that she emitted, you finally inserted your cock. You heard her cries and her pleas as bits by bits of her blood stained the white bench, but you ignored every single one of them.

A strong hand weighed down Chaewon’s back while you slammed your hips into hers, pounded her virgin pussy without a care in the world, the court light shining past the dark knight. You treated her the exact opposite to the gentleness you gave her adopted little sister earlier in your office. When you pulled her short hair and repeatedly shoved your cock into her crotch, Chaewon moaned in the mix of unwanted pleasure and pain.

"Haaa…. I'll give you the interviews you want, just stop this!"

You bent forward, to sniff her neck before moving to her ear. "Stop? Why am I going to stop when you're the one who's been moving back and forth?"

She didn’t even notice that for all the force you bucked into her, she bucked back with her ass, unable to stop on her own.

The yellow shirt tucked on her skirt was easy to pull upwards so that you could fondle her small breasts, then you twisted her around as you sat on the bench, keeping your cock inside her as her chest was bare for anyone to see if the school weren’t so empty at night. You turned her to face you, her bound hands covering her chest after you pushed her shirt up.

"Chaewon, don't hide those. Come on, lemme see them." You pushed her bra upwards, revealing a full view of the bosoms you could only see from your screen a while ago.

Her nipples were pink, as if enticing you to suck on them. She looked at you with tearful eyes and you locked her arms above her head with your right hand, while the other explored every corner of her slim and fair-skinned body. Her limbs squirmed at your touches and she moaned at every sudden pinch you did on her nipples.

You bent forward and sucked on her right nipple as you fondled the other with your left hand. Your speed thrusting into her slowed greatly, teasing her, and she almost whined at the lack of gratification. Her body, which couldn't wait longer, went against her mind. Her legs wrapped around your waist, and she bounced to take all of your length inside her.

You kissed as you continued to move with your pace gradually increasing, and in between your kisses, she breathed heavier trying to get you to stop.

"D-did that bitch... Minju ask you,” she asked in between her gasps, “ahh, to do this?"

"No. Just felt like fucking my girlfriend's sister." You spat on her mouth, which she instinctively swallowed. You increased your power, destroying her insides that clenched so lovingly against your cock despite her resentful face, and it came to the point that every movement made the bench creak. Chaewon slipped your head in between her bound arms as you continued.

"Stop, I'm about to cum!"

That wasn't enough to make you stop. You continued despite her releasing more liquids around your cock, soaking it in its juices and trying its best to extract your own with its tightness. Unfastening the restrictions on her wrists, you pushed her naked body against the lime green metal fences. The cold metal stimulated her nipples that began to harden once more. You lifted her thigh like you did earlier and forced you cock on her sensitive crotch still leaking of her girl cum. Her grip on the fences tightened as you accelerated your thrusting movements.

You could tell that she was already losing it when she started moaning your name along with some inviting phrases.

"Fuck me, Dowon-oppa! Screw me, fucking break my pussy with your huge cock!"

It surprised you, it was unexpectedly quicker than you thought. Well, she was a virgin. You pierced her from behind, her front exposed through the metal fences in front of the two of you. You leaned close to her ear. "Chaewon, what if someone sees us here? What if someone sees you getting screwed? Aren't you going to be in trouble for that?"

Chaewon whined at the thought but kept fucking herself against you regardless.

"Just imagine the headline we could get from you. High School Women's Division Tennis Champion Kim Chaewon, caught having sex in their own tennis court?" You laughed, regaining a bit of her senses back, she tried to push you away—only to make you break her remaining senses down again as your cock head hit the deepest part of her womb, which gave a heavy heat that reverberated your flesh. A mixture of blood, sweat, and cum poured down her crotch and you sped up, making sure your cock was thoroughly drenched with the fluids before you pulled out. Between ragged breathing, your nose filled with the obvious scent of sex, you fixed your uniform as you watched Chaewon fall limp to the floor with her eyes closed.

You heard a clap when Chaewon lost consciousness. Turning your back, Minju walked towards you with a small camcorder hanging on her wrist.

"Great work, Dowon-oppa." She reached for your shoulders to give you a peck, so you lowered your head and smiled.

"Minju, I feel bad about your sister. Shouldn't we at least bring her to their clubroom?" you asked.

"I was planning to leave her there to get fucked by the maintenance personnel, but okay. Whatever. Let's bring her to their club room and clean her up—and no, I'm not carrying her. You carry her." Minju insisted.

"Even bothering to clean her up, what a nice sister you are, Minju," you teased your girlfriend.

She turned red, "Shut up." Minju said as she pouted.

🎾🎾🎾

Another tournament ended in victory for the women's tennis club. You came with Minju to the arena, hoping to get an interview with the participants. To your surprise, there was only Chaewon inside the locker room.

"Hello Kim Chaewon-ssi." You pulled out a flash drive from your pocket, the drastic change of expression on her face made you and Minju smile. "An interview or I'll reveal your secret— that one from the clubroom?"

Minju teased Chaewon’s cheek with a finger. "A photo or a leak of Kim Chaewon, secretly having sex with her younger sister's boyfriend. Both are just as bad as the other, right?"

The two of you looked worse than the devil in Chaewon's eyes.

The fuck, I just wanted to masturbate. How did it all come to this?

__End.

Scale of “Me”

smut! k. hyewon x m! reader

“Good for them, they get to eat free lunches after their practices. Why don’t you just transfer from Ms. Kwon’s Health Class to the Music Class? You can play the violin, for sure there won’t be a lot of catching up to do.” On the hallways overlooking the gymnasium, you and your friend watched the opened twin doors through the windows from where you stood.

“Shut up Yena, I’m not about to go back to that instrument that hurts my shoulder, my neck, and my wrist— ah, and also cuts my fingers.” Beside you was Choi Yena, a friend from childhood. The two of you grew up together and were even speculated to date at some point but the two of you just didn’t like each other.

You have your type, and she has hers— which are far from what you are, most of the time, sportsmen. It’s not that you were out of shape, in fact, you maintain yourself very well, while you do jogging and other stretches, doing sports just never interested you.

“But that’s such a cool thing to see— oh, here she comes.” As soon as Yena spoke those words, you knew what she was about to say. The woman, your absolute type, was about to leave the gymnasium— Kang Hyewon, the current president of Myungwoo University’s High School Level Orchestra. From the day you heard her play Schubert’s Six Moments Musicaux Op. 94 no. 3 in the music room from two years ago, when you were still a freshman, she has been your crush.

You wouldn’t deny that you’ve repeated that scene countless times in your head, imagining her excellent fingerwork on her violin’s fingerboard as she played the playful sounding piece… on you.

Imagining your shaft as the neck as she presses and moves her fingers according to the music’s scale in the fingerboard, you badly wanted to become her Stradivarius violin that time, sadly you weren’t that expensive violin. As someone who used to play the instrument, you shouldn’t be thinking of something of the sort. But you couldn’t help it, Kang Hyewon is just that woman.

She had that wonderful figure peeking out from her blouse and skirt uniform, that fair skin that anyone would love to explode their creams on, and the pretty face that was able to stand against Myungwoo University’s Miss Pure Girl High School, Kim Minju, the youngest Editor-in-Chief of the Journalism Team. You sighed as you admired her presence as she walked towards your building. She’s something I couldn’t reach. Gotta be logical, Junho.

“God, I wish I could fuck that ass.”

“JJ, your thoughts are coming out.” Yena elbowed your side, “Who the fuck’s JJ? I’m not some weird Canadian skater from Yuri on Ice.” You shot her a glare, which she just laughed off.

“JJ, isn’t your name Joo Junho? JJ for short.” You flicked her forehead before turning your back upon remembering a prior appointment with a teacher. “Yena, I’m going ahead, I just remembered Ms. Kwon asked for me before the next class starts. Anyway, get your ass creamed by Doha-sunbae or something while I’m away!”

“JJ, you didn’t need to scream that in the hallway!” You thought it was a nice payback to the thoughtless nickname she gave you— but come to think of it, the nickname was not that bad too.

After walking into repetitive white-walled hallways with long sliding windows, you stopped in front of the science office, Kwon Eunbi’s office. Upon entering the room and immediately sliding the white door behind you shut, you were welcomed by your teacher sitting on her table, her legs crossed and her black stockings slightly ripped. The buttons of her blouse were slightly opened from the top, perfectly showing a teaser of her breasts. Her short blonde hair ran until her shoulders, she wore a bright red lipstick that complimented the color of her hair. It was a scene that you thought you’d only see on Japanese porn DVDs you borrow from your senior’s nearby rental shop, those generic teacher and student plots where the female teacher gets fucked by her student/s or something.

“Ah, Ms. Kwon. What did you call me for?” You weren’t hoping for the worst. Ever since your admission in Myungwoo from your freshman year, you’ve always noticed the weird glances this teacher has been throwing at you, and you’ve certainly heard rumors about her dating a student from her previous school, but it didn’t have any proof, so you had to brush it aside.

“Mr. Joo Junho, what do you think of a woman like me?” Though you loved watching Japanese porn with big-breasted actresses as teachers from a part of your life, your ideal type of girl is different from what you’ve always watched. And Ms. Kwon Eunbi just isn’t that girl. Well, she’s a woman, but whatever.

“I honestly think… You look good. Pretty, ugh… you know? Hot?” You randomly threw her compliments as you tried to evade her face as much as possible, from her eyes, down to her lips which she licks when she catches you looking at her, sending signals on your lower half, hardening what is hidden under your pants. You knew it would be a pain to let it go down once it raises a tent.

Despite her not being your type, her movements are able to turn you on. You knew how she was literally a walking porn magazine among the males in the school, but you didn’t expect it to be this true.

Eunbi hopped off the table and walked towards you, pushing your back against the white door behind you. She placed her thigh in between your legs, moving and feeling your member, itching to finally build his tent. “Junho, do you wanna do it with teacher?” She asked. You could feel her breathing as she nibbled on your ear, turning you red as fast as lightning.

“Ah… N-No. I don’t.” You declined.

“But little Junho over here under your pants seems like he wants it…” Before her hands could even land on your pants as she knelt to the same height of your cock, you immediately moved away to the side.

“I-It’s because you kept rubbing your knee! I… I’ll leave now, bye Ms. Kwon, see you later in class!” You slid the door open and ran for your life out of the room. It’d be a lot of trouble once you succumb to what she wants, and the school paper knows about it. You wouldn’t want the heads of the journalism team coming after you, especially the persistent and the rumored blackmailer Sports News Head.

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You wished you’d just complied to watch what she wants. When your afternoon class with her was about to start, you were surprised to see your name on a small piece of paper outside.

‘Joo Junho of class 3-2, you’ve been transferred to the Music Class.’

“What the fuck?” Just when you thought you’ve escaped music after deciding to live alone in the city with your parents just sending you funds, you found yourself in this misfortune.

You saw her peeking through the classroom’s windows, she was smirking at you.

That bitch. I hope you get fucked by a student so hard you can’t even go home because you can’t walk!

You turned around and ran towards the music room, it was in the other building but you were able to get there quickly because Miss Kwon pissed you off so bad. However, your anger dissipated as you saw her on the windows, in her perfect posture as she held her violin between her chin and her left collarbone, she was tuning its fine tuners with her left hand while balancing it in between. Like a real professional violinist.

And when her hand held the neck again before she started playing, you gulped as you were reminded of your dirtiest imaginations about the female violinist. The music she played was from Antonio Vivaldi’s L'estro Armonico, Violin Concierto in A Minor Op. 3 no. 6, Allegro. One of the lasts you played before you finally quit the instrument in middle school.

The way she played surpassed yours in so many ways, the more you listened, the more you felt as if angels were coming down from heaven to save humanity from evil, the whole area being filled with angels and the clear skies. You could say that there were a few similarities, and angels were coming down on yours too, but the angels were like the ones from Evangelion, and the whole space that could hear your music was very much like experiencing the fourth impact. While hers were like the sounds of the gates of heaven opening, yours sounded like Ramiel from Evangelion when it was shooting beams, screaming geometrically.

“She’s really on a different level.” You sighed as you sat outside the corridor and just listened to the music that the young violinist made.

The music suddenly stopped, and by the time you stood up to take a look, she has already left the room and was standing near you.

“Are you Joo Junho?” When she spoke your name, you felt electricity traveling down your body. Your face immediately turned red as your eyes met. You tightly gripped on the edge of your summer uniform as you took a step back in surprise.

“Y-Yeah, I’m Joo… Junho.” You noticed how her eyes suddenly went down to your left hand, a smile curved on her lips before she spoke again. “There’s a spare Cremona on the shelves inside, would you like to play a few pieces before you join the practice later?”

“Huh? Isn’t this a class? What’s the practice for?” You raised a brow in curiosity, which earned you a laugh as a response.

“You’re funny, you weren’t informed I see.” Hyewon crossed her arms as she looked into your eyes, “Once you join the music class, you’re automatically a part of the orchestra since we are lacking in numbers. Judging from how you moved your fingers earlier and how they were positioned when I saw them, I knew you’d be a front person if you were to join.” She was smiling.

“Well, I don’t really mind because I used to play the violin like years ago, my only problem is that I don’t have my violin with me. And it’s probably now filled with mold.” You stood up as you explained, brushing away the dust that might have gotten to your pants when you sat on the floor.

“In short, I don’t have a violin.” You responded with a straight face that was trying to hide your own excitement in getting to see Hyewon close.

“Didn’t you hear what I just said? There’s a spare violin inside.” It was a straight face straighter than yours. Her eyes were in a glare, like a queen ordering you, the lowly servant, to follow her orders.

“Can I take it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in curiosity.

“Go ahead, I’ll talk to the maestro about it later when he arrives.”

“Thanks.”

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Placing the violin between your collarbone and chin felt so nostalgic, as well as when you plucked the strings with your right hand as your left held the neck gently to check if it was in tune.

“Sol, Re, La… Woah, As usual, La is out of tune.” As you sat in one of the wooden chairs inside the room filled with musical stands everywhere you looked, and with the walls with famous portraits of known musicians, you placed the violin on your left thigh, holding the neck up as you adjusted the peg to the proper tuning, you noticed the violin prodigy looking at you, her violin placed in the case on the table beside her.

“Careful, I was bad at tuning using the pegs and my string would almost explode on my face…”

explode on my face…

“… that violin’s not that used and is a bit old… might pop off…”

Those words repeated in your mind, you felt shivers on your whole body, and your face was turning red. What she said after that line all went in and out of your ears. Junho, fucking contain yourself!

“I’m used to tuning using the pegs, I could say I’m good with it—” With a slight turn, you felt a small pain in your chest. The A or La string just popped off due to how hard you were turning the peg earlier.

“Oh god, this violin was rarely used, yes?” You looked at Hyewon who was then covering her mouth, giggling at what happened.

“Yeah, that’s why I told you to be careful!” She was cuter when she laughed.

“Now, now. Do you have a spare string?” You asked.

“I do, it costs 5000 won though. You up for it?” Your eyes widened at the pricing she has. You weren’t expecting her to give it to you for free, but the price she had was too high for a single string.

“God, that’s too expensive! Isn’t that the price for a whole set already? I was just asking for a single A string! Doesn’t that only cost around a thousand?” You retorted.

Hyewon was laughing again, you couldn’t get mad. You were weak against her charming appearance.

“I was just joking! Here you go.” She opened the small compartment below the violin’s space on her case and pulled out a thin packaging of strings. It was a complete set. “It’s free. I could get as much as I want of those at home too, it’s not that big of a problem.”

You gently placed the violin on your lap as you took the set of strings. Since you knew the violin was old and wasn’t used as much, you decided to replace all of the strings and tuned the violin after, comparing its sound to the expensive violin that Hyewon uses. Successfully tuning the violin to the standard, you tried playing the basic scales.

Even you were surprised that your hands could still remember each fingering on the scales. You went from the whole notes to the eighth notes. With all your memories from back when you were still playing in Concours, you decided to spice things up a bit despite only touching a violin now after a few years.

You looked at the music stand in front of you, there were a few pieces placed on it— it was where Hyewon was sitting earlier.

“Bach’s Partita in A Minor no. 4, Bourrée Anglaise? This violin arrangement would do.”

Hyewon’s eyes widened after she heard you read the title. “Hey, isn’t that a bit high considering that you just came back now?” She tried to stop you, but she wasn’t able to.

“Just give me a few minutes and I’ll play it as best I can.”

After a few practices and pluckings on the violin as you read through each of the notes, you began to play it on your violin. This piece would always be one of your favorites, you loved how dark it sounded at some points and the mysterious tune that it held as your fingers danced to the strings following the notes. You’ve missed a few notes but you didn’t mind it.

As soon as you finished playing the piece, you opened your eyes to the students standing around you along with Hyewon. They were clapping their hands as you placed your violin down on your lap.

“President looks like we got a nice addition. He could help us in the upcoming concert!”

“He plays nice! We’ve been missing someone who could lead the second row of violinists too since he looks like he’s better than most of us!”

It wasn’t true that you weren’t that passionate about the instrument despite having a decent skill in playing the violin. You only played the violin because your family told you so.

“Joo Junho, we’re counting on you.” However, no matter how little your interest in the instrument may be, just a few words from Hyewon’s mouth and you’re already whipped so badly you accepted all their demands in the orchestra.

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Months passed in staying in the class and the orchestra, you were able to get nearly as good as you were from years ago. Those days from when you’ve always won second place in Concours. During the practices, you were getting closer to Hyewon as the two of you often led the first and second row, and the third being led by the tennis prodigy Kim Chaewon. There were times the two of you would eat together, or even go out to buy new rosin or a better shoulder rest for your violins, or sometimes she would just invite you over to her condominium to have you tune her violin as she is bad at tuning using the pegs.

When the day of the concert finally came, you felt nervous. There were a few more solo violinists from your orchestra that would play for the earlier parts of the concerts, but your anxiety never went away. Dressed in a black silk shirt tucked on your black ankle pants, you kept on peeking over the curtains to see the performers and the spectators.

“God, I’m so nervous.”

“Hey.” You turned to your head to see who it was, it was Hyewon. On a black long-sleeved one-piece dress, carrying her rectangular violin case in her left hand.

“Hyewon, 'sup.” You greeted her.

“I was a bit late. I didn’t realize Zeze ate some of my pieces, that I had to reprint them.” Hyewon was stretching her arms as she placed her violin on top of one of the black storage boxes. The staff was far from where the two of you were. Originally, the two of you weren’t allowed near the curtains backstage during the performances, but you got a free pass for being leaders in the orchestra.

“Ah, I see. We thought you’re ditching the concert when you weren’t present earlier.” Your response made her laugh, “I don’t ditch concerts no matter how small they are.”

The sound of a piano mixed with four violins playing different tunes then filled the whole concert hall, they were playing pop music and a few heavy and fast classical pieces of music such as Antonio Vivaldi’s L'estro Armonico, Violin Concerto in A Minor, Op. 3 No. 6, RV 356.

As the violinists and the pianist filled the hall with their melody, Hyewon then pushed you towards the area behind the huge compartment boxes. Your blood rushed on your veins as you felt her thin fingers on your chest, her touches felt as if it was direct to your skin due to your slightly thin silk clothing. Hidden in the eyes of the other people backstage, she even pushed you further until you back hit a solid wall.

It was a bit dark, but there was a bit of light coming from the other side of the backstage so you were still able to see what was happening between the two of you.

“Hyewon? W-What?”

“I can’t stand it anymore. Every time I look at you whenever you place your violin to tune it on your thigh, fuck… I wanted to become your violin at least once.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from her. You thought you were the only one who fantasized.

“Whenever I watch you playing heavy and fast pieces, there isn’t a time when I won’t get turned on by just watching your fingers fiddling on your strings,” Hyewon confessed as she leaned closer towards your right ear, her left knee then moving up in between your legs, until it reached your now hardened cock just from her words. You could only keep quiet as she gently teased your bulge with her knee.

“Hey, don’t just stand there quietly. Can you make me your violin? So you could try playing the scale of me?”

There was the risk of the curtains suddenly falling and revealing the two of you flirting in between the two large compartment boxes, there was the risk of the musicians hearing your moans and groans during their performances. However, this was an opportunity you just can’t let go of.

“Junho…? I won’t force you, just tell me if you’re up for it or not.”

You took a deep breath before you decided, you knew how big of trouble it would be but… if ever it happens, you wouldn’t be the only one, right? That was what kept you going for your answer.

You grabbed the back of her neck as if she was a violin, you crashed your lips onto hers, engaging in a soft and soon, messy kiss that echoed in your own little space and along with the music from the front stage. Your hand traveled down to her hips as the music shifted in a Largo, a slow tempo.

Without breaking your kiss as your tongues continued to clash against each other, you felt her thin fingers slowly climbing up from your chest to your shoulders, a soft touch changing into a tight grip as your kisses became fiercer, you lifted the hem of her dress until your hands felt the thin fabric on her hips.

You stopped the kiss, pulled her panties down, and placed it on top of the box behind her.

“So we’re the same.” You said in between your pants as you left trails of kisses on her neck, “I’ve also fantasized you giving me a hand job like my dick is your violin’s neck.”

Your hand traveled down to her now unconcealed crotch, your fingers traced the slit, which then caused her to break the kiss and her grip against your shoulders tightened. It was already a bit wet and moving your fingers even caused her to release a bit more of her juice.

“The fuck are you doing…?” She whispered, carefully trying not to scream, still aware of the hundreds of spectators beyond the stage.

“This is what I usually do when I get a new violin,” You said as you whispered close to her ear, “I gently touch the strings with my fingers.”

You could hear her swallowing her supposed screams as she continued her ragged breathing, leaning her back against the huge boxes.

“Though sometimes I do it when I feel that my strings are needing some cleaning because of the rosin build-up.” You slowly pressed your fingers inside her, making her squirm as her legs trembled to your touches.

“Junho, it’s unfair that I’m the only one who gets to enjoy this.” With that being said, you pulled your fingers out and licked her juices that coated your fingers.

Hyewon knelt in front of you and started by unbuckling your belt, soon opening your zipper, and pulling everything down, your hardened cock slamming onto her face the moment it was freed. At first, it was just your tip inside her mouth, her right hand stroking back and forth on your shaft as her tongue licked the tip as if it was a lollipop. Her tongue would often trace the slit, sending shocks to your body as you tried to keep yourself composed.

The length she took inside her mouth gradually increased, from the tip, to finally its entirety, feeling her throat against your lower head.

It felt so good that your legs trembled at the warm sensation inside her lips. The sight of Hyewon’s cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head back and forth as if following the tempo of the fast-paced concerto piece that the musicians were playing in front of the spectators in the curtain that divided your world from them made you even more excited.

You stroked her hair behind her ears to see a full view of her arousing blow job face, and all of a sudden her pace gradually increased due to the sudden transitioning of the piece that the people on the stage were playing.

You weren’t pulling her hair nor grabbing, your hands were just there, caressing her head as she gave you a head. However, the more your tip met her throat, you were getting closer and closer to your limits, you felt the amount of pressure building up on your cock, even more, when she stopped and half of your length was inside her mouth as she used her tongue to lick what she could of your cock inside her mouth. It was a dream come true.

Hyewon released your cock from your mouth with a small plopping sound before you came, wiping her mouth of the dripping saliva mixed with your precum afterward.

It was pure luck that there was a spare music chair in that area, placed specifically if you would be short of chairs during their performance later in the last parts of the concert. You carried her to the chair and loosened the laces that tightened her dress and slid it down, revealing her sizable breasts covered by a black bra.

You pushed the last piece of cloth upwards, her bosoms flopped as if they were pudding the moment they were released from their cover. You gulped at the sight of her bust topped with her pink hard nipples. You immediately grabbed her left breast with your right hand, pinching her nipples with your index and thumb as you sucked on the other, your free hand then supporting her back as she slowly slipped to the edge of the chair.

“Do you… ngh…” Hyewon asked, startled by your slurps and bites, “ha… like them?”

“Yeah, but I like you more. No— I love you.” You stopped for a bit and leaned forward to kiss her, which she quickly returned while wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Really?” She asked in between your kisses, with your forehead against each other, and feeling one’s breathing. “Yes.” You saw her blush for a bit before you decided to go down on her.

Spreading her legs apart, you were greeted by her crotch, it looked clean as if it was only shaved earlier. Maybe she was busy shaving her pussy clean so she was late, and Zeze didn’t actually eat her copies?

“Hyewon,” You took a deep breath before bringing yourself to ask, “Were you late because of this? It’s not because of Zeze, right?”

“Don’t ask about it… Just… just fuck me, we’re starting the rehearsal in a few. I’m pretty much wet anyway.”

“Hyewon, really.”

The hall was then filled with the spectators’ applauses, the next performance was about to start. It was something that you and Hyewon were nervous about, a violin partita. Because it was a partita, there was only a single violinist on stage, no accompanist.

“This means…”

“We can’t be that noisy…”

The violinist began performing her piece, the same piece you played in front of Hyewon then, just a bit different. Bach’s Partita in D Minor no. 4, Bourrée Anglaise.

You carried Hyewon off the chair and made her straddle your lap as you sat down. It felt a little awkward the moment you remembered what she told you earlier before the two of you started. Can you make me your violin? So you could try playing the scale of me? Just those words popping into your mind was enough to make you swell.

“Oh, are you going to tune me now?” She knew what you were thinking about, and you loved it. Her left hand was on your right shoulder to support herself, while her right was on your cock, slowly moving it up and down, getting slippery at each second due to your leaking precum, doing it as if to tease you.

You placed your hands on her waist, helping her as she positioned her slit above your cock that stood proud between your legs. Hyewon was slow, you could tell that she was a bit hesitant in letting you in. When your tip finally felt her slippery entrance, you pulled her down, the slapping sound of her body landing onto yours gave you so much satisfaction, feeling her heat covering your cock as her insides slowly took its shape.

Hyewon moaned in surprise at the sudden action, and quickly covered her mouth upon realization. It was a bit loud, but the two of you were thankful that she moaned when the spectators were applauding the performer on stage.

With your left hand traveling from her waist to her back, you began to suck on her right breast, while treating her left nipple as a fine tuner, moving your index and thumb in a circular motion. You were glancing at her from time to time, she was biting her lower lip to suppress her moans.

“F…Fuck, you must love my tits, huh?”

“Who doesn’t like them big, anyway?” You let out a chuckle.

You grabbed her hips and stood up from the chair, carrying her without ejecting yourself from her crotch. You pushed her against the wall, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist, and her arms around your neck as she gripped the back of your silk shirt tight, her chin resting on your right shoulder with her lips near your right ear.

Like a bow being dragged by the violinist to the strings, and its friction with the rosin causing the strings to vibrate resulting in a sound, you started moving inside her. You tried to match the rhythm that the small guest orchestra was playing in front of the curtain— Strauss’ Tritsch Tratsch Polka op. 214.

You thrust into her pussy, your movements trying to match the tempo of the piece that conceal your noises. Since the two of you knew that there was no way you could be heard with a piece of that kind, you took that two minutes as a chance. Hyewon filled the small space with her moans, of pleasure and pain combined from the pounding of her crotch with your thick cock. Her ragged breathing and groans were music to your ears, it felt like the first time you played Gavotte on your violin years ago.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… nghh!”

“Yes, mess me up. Break me!”

“Shit, no Hyewon I can’t! We still have a performance later!”

Your pace became faster and faster, the sounds of your skins slapping against each other were getting louder and louder as you felt heat building up on your cock on your continuous movement. You became the bow to the violin that Hyewon wishes she was.

Hyewon leaned back to the wall, her moans and whines becoming louder as the piece slowly reached its end.

“Ah, shit… Haa… I’m about to…!”

The pressure of her walls clamping down your cock as you thrust inside her increased the heat that you were close to releasing, your movement becoming as fast as when you’re putting rosin on the upper corner of your bow.

“Fuck it… nghh… I’m cumming!”

You couldn’t take it any longer, pulling your cock midway before finally stabbing it back in, you groaned as you released your pent-up desires and heat inside her, filling her with your seeds.

Your foreheads against each other as you breathed heavily after the release, it was a bit dark but you could see her smiling at you, the pain was visible, but you knew she was happy, you were too, of course.

You crashed your lips against hers, biting her lower lip granted you access inside her mouth. Your kisses were slow but passionate. Despite already cumming, you continued to move in a slower motion, releasing a few more before finally pulling out of her.

“God, that was good.” You slowly helped her down, removing your grasps from her hips as you pulled your pants up along with your boxers and buckled up your belt once more. You took her black underwear that you placed above a compartment earlier. She grabbed onto your shoulders as you covered her crotch back with it.

The moment you stood up and finished up by fixing her clothes back to when you saw first today, she immediately wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug. “You know, I’ve actually known you ever since. Don’t you remember? We went to the same music center.” Her voice was muffled as her face was buried on your shirt, but you could hear it.

“You were the one who helped me play the basic pieces because you were already advanced.” You couldn’t remember what she was saying, but all you can remember was you taught a slightly chubby child before the basics when you were younger. In grade school probably?

“Wait… Are you that cute and chubby—”

“Oh god Junho, don’t bring back my memories of my childhood appearance.” You thought she was cute then, but you didn’t expect that the girl you’ve always liked would be that person from years ago.

“I’ve liked you since then, that’s why I took violin seriously. When you suddenly stopped attending the center’s sessions it made me sad.” Hyewon continued, her grip on the back of your shirt getting tighter.

“That must’ve been the time I started training at home with a personal tutor, I’m sorry for not telling you then.” You chuckled as you patted her head, “I stopped in middle school though, for reasons so bad you would laugh at me and call me an idiot.”

“Tell me.”

“I quit the violin because it hurts my neck and my fingers.”

Hyewon snorted at your response, with her face still on your chest as the two of you stood up in the darkness between the two boxes and thick curtains, she was quietly laughing at your reason.

“That’s so funny.”

You cupped her cheeks and raised her head to look at yours. “Are we finally dating… or is this just a one-time thing?” You asked.

Despite her legs still a bit shaky from the deed, Hyewon grabbed your shoulders before she tiptoed to reach your height, her hands then traveling to the back of your head as she pulled you lower to kiss you.

“Does… does that answer your question?” Your cheeks flushed red as you nodded to her response.

“U-Ugh… Yeah, let’s go. The rehearsal’s starting soon, Maestro Jo might get angry, and I feel like this curtain’s going to raise soon so…”

“We wouldn’t want to risk getting caught, right?”

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After getting yourself cleaned up, the two of you walked back to the waiting area where most of your co-members were waiting. Chaewon was there, holding her violin while plucking its strings while looking at a piece in front of a music stand. You and Hyewon sat beside her.

“Hey, your Partita earlier was great. But you seemed a bit nervous. You aren’t normally like that, is there something wrong?” Hyewon asked, turning her chair towards Chaewon, which you also did.

“Congratulations, that was a superb performance. Though you made a few mistakes, that’s understandable because you were nervous.” You patted her back and smiled at her.

A call from the room’s entrance startled Chaewon, the two of you could see the terrified look on her face. You turned to look at the entrance and saw two familiar faces— the youngest EIC as well as the Miss Pure Girl, Kim Minju of the journalism team, and her boyfriend, Jang Dowon, the Sports News Head. It is a well-known fact in the University High School that Minju and Chaewon are adoptive siblings.

“Chaewon-unnie, can you give us an interview? For the sports section.” Minju’s voice sounded so kind, and gentle, but there was something dark that you could feel from her.

“Just for a bit, Chaewon. Please?” Dowon smiled at the short-haired brunette.

“S-Sure… Be there in a second…”

Ignoring your and Hyewon’s words, she stood up and walked towards the entrance.

“Hyewon, do you think she’s acting strange?” You asked, looking back at her.

“Yeah. There must be something between her, and those two. But whatever that is, that’s something we shouldn’t poke our noses into.” Her eyes were fixated on Chaewon’s figure as she went out of the room with the two. “By the way, Junho.” She turned to you.

“Where should we eat after the performance? I’m thinking of barbecue.” She excitedly smiled at you as she transferred to where Chaewon sat earlier, closer to you.

“I kinda want to celebrate in your place. Maybe pizza?” You laughed, earning a frown from her.

“But I want barbecue…”

You sighed heavily, you wanted to eat pizza but somehow you suddenly wanted to eat barbecue because of her. “Yeah, m’kay, let’s have a barbecue.”

“Yes! I won!” The victorious look on her face made you smile. She’s so cute.

“Everyone please come with me to the small auditorium near this one, we’re doing two runs of all the pieces. Chaewon will come after her interview, we passed each other earlier in the hallways. Maestro Jo is already waiting at the auditorium.”

At the call of the maestro’s assistant, the two of you stood up carrying your violin cases, hers on her right and yours on your left. And your other hands… Well, holding each other.

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(short note: Don’t laugh but I was listening to a playlist filled with classical music when I was writing this as I tried to remember my days as a violinist to try and write this prompt. This is also a bit connected to this, yeah… that’s all and I hope the sender enjoyed this one. Send me your thoughts through dm or the askbox, thanks for waiting.)

cinema.

smut! k. eunbi x m! reader.

It’s been a while since you came back from your studies in England. You carried your suitcase towards the exit, different airport personnel following behind you, trying to ask how your experience was throughout your flight. Truth be told, the only thing you hate about coming home is this. You’re not even an idol, or a celebrity, yet they kept asking you about your thoughts. You stopped walking and raised your right hand, holding the car keys you’ve been holding inside your pocket.

“How was my trip? It was good, but it got bad when you started pestering me about your thoughts.” You hid your hand back to your pocket and continued walking as the personnel ended up being frozen behind you in surprise to your review. You’re actually not that rude, most of the time, you give nice reviews to those who ask you for it. But today was just not that day. You’re not the kind Kim Sunghoon today as you’ve been looking forward to meeting your little sisters as the last time you saw them was from before you left the country to study and do a bit of the family work abroad. Aside from the two, there was also another thing you were looking forward for this day.

As you handed your keys to the attendant sent by your father, you immediately opened the door to the backseat and leaned your back towards the backrest. You closed your eyes, and memories from your high school came flooding over your mind. Back then, you were the President of the Myungwoo High School Cinematography Club, and she have always been your female lead in every movie you made.

“Sir. We have arrived at Myungwoo.” The chauffeur startled you as he gave you pats on your knee, you shook your head in attempts of getting yourself up. He opened the door for you in front of the empty gates of the famed high school for rich families.

You haven’t had the chance to change from the suit you wore from last night, but as if any of the students would even notice it, you barely sweat yourself, and you smell the same as when you left your place in England. You’re just being introduced to the faculty and the class you will be handling today, there shouldn’t be any issues.

Walking through the nostalgic entrance of the school, you unbuttoned your midnight blue blazer and loosened your black tie. The whole trip was nothing but tiring until now that you arrived in your alma mater where you’re going to be teaching. The school had changed a lot, from the old plain white walled hallways and cemented floors, now the walls are a bit colourful with the pastel blue and pink paint in slanted halves on the walls, and the floors had white marble tiles. You knew that Myungwoo had really achieved being one of the top schools in the country. On the walls were bulletin boards filled with articles and pictures about the students that brought success to the school in different fields, of course, your name was there too as the former pride of the cinematography club. There were also pictures of your sisters on the hallways, women’s tennis singles and doubles national champion, youngest multi-awarded editor-in-chief, always topping the divisions. You’re a proud brother to the two of them. As you were taking a picture of the countless bulletin boards across the ground floor’s hallway, filled with pictures and awards of your siblings, you remembered that the school was remodelled two years ago, and the offices aren’t where they used to be from the last time you were here.

“Ah shit.” You covered your mouth in realization. And guess who’s bad at directions? Me. You shook your head in disappointment.

“Sir, by chance, do you need any help?” You turned your head to look at who was tapping your shoulder, “Great, a child.” You unknowingly said out loud.

「おい！それひどいな！。私、この高校の生徒です！」

You understood what she said. She was basically telling you [Hey you rude ass human, I’m a student of this high school!] Maybe it’s thanks to your father putting you in different language classes that you understood a few Japanese words.

“I get it, I get it. Do you know where the faculty office is?” You don’t feel like fighting with a student, not even with someone this small. You looked at the name tag on her blazer, Yabuki Nako… She really is a Japanese.

“Oh, good timing. I’m also about to head there as well, why don’t we go together?”

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On your way to the faculty office with Yabuki, she was asking you a lot of questions about what you were doing in front of the bulletins while holding your phone, taking photos of two of the popular kids in school, the Kim sisters—or how most of the students call them.

You didn’t want to surprise her about the surprising information, “I… I’m actually best friends with their older brother, he asked me to take photos of his sisters’ school achievements.” You spoke with a great deal of respect towards yourself, “What a sweet brother he is, right?” You turned to look at her, who then responded with a glare.

“Ew, what a siscon.”

You kept quiet as you gripped your phone tightly inside your pocket.

The two of you stopped in front of a twin wooden sliding door, “I guess this is where we part ways, see you around, Sir. Kim.” She smiled as she walked towards one of the tables in the corner of the room, while you went to the woman highlighting passages of the thick-paged book on her table.

She hasn’t changed.

You placed your hand on her shoulder as you pull the swivel chair beside her to sit on.

“Hey. It’s been a while, Kwon Eunbi.”

Your eyes met as she turned her head, looking at her eyes still gave the same feeling. It still felt like a forest that one could easily get lost to, it still had sparks, the same reason why she had always been the heroine in your movies back in high school.

“If you have time looking at my eyes like that, maybe you also have time to be fixing your suit.” Her hands dropped the purple highlighter and the white pages filled with things about electron configuration and different exercises about it and moved to your loosened tie, tightening it up to your neck, and straightening the wrinkles on your white shirt before finally moving to the buttons of your blazer. She never changed.

You placed your hand on hers as she buttoned your blazer, you look into each other’s eyes again. “I missed you.” You muttered, however, as you smiled at her surprised expression, you felt a different sensation on her fingers—there was something on her right hand, on her ring finger.

You grabbed her hand and looked at it.

There was a ring.

On her right hand.

On her ring finger.

Upon realization, she immediately shook your hands away.

“Now that you’ve arrived, I’ll give you a tour around the high school since it’s been years since the last time you’ve been here…” As if hesitating, “Sunghoon—I mean, Mr. Kim.” She didn’t.

Eunbi stood up and grabbed your necktie as she dragged you out of the office. Though faint, you heard some of the teachers murmuring.

“Since Ms. Kwon got proposed at, she really changed from that teacher who looks like she’d target her students and put them on her bed, she became a teacher whom everyone looks up to.”

“Marriage could really change anyone.”

“Yass so true.”

“Get your ass out of here, Yabuki Nako if you’re done copying the handouts to be printed.”

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“Minju, I won’t allow you to destroy me any further! I’m going to tell Sunghoon everything!” Kim Chaewon clenched her fists, mustering up her courage to stand up against her own sister.

“Really?” Sitting on the leather swivel chair, her elbows rested on the wide rectangular wooden table in front of her as her left cheek leaned against her left palm, Kim Minju smirked at Chaewon. “So you want me to spread your videos? Aw, how will father and Sunghoon react to you fucking your younger sister’s boyfriend? So disgraceful. Would you get disowned and kicked out of the house?” She giggled, behind her was Dowon, leaning against the wall beside the rectangular window. “Ms. Kim Chaewon, we’re just asking you to provide interviews, tickets, and rides to the sports news team. We’re not even asking you to become a cum dumpster to my writers, even though the EIC wants to. Is it that hard?”

“Really? The school director provides you with a hefty sum each semester to cover for all your needs as a co-curricular organization. Where’s all that money going?” Chaewon retorted, walking towards the two from the doorway.

“Every year, our organization joins competitions, and press conferences. There are a lot of events that we need to cover, and the money the school gives us? It’s not enough.”

The door opened, revealing Kwon Eunbi along with a new teacher—at least to Dowon’s eyes. You.

“Sunghoon-oppa?” the two said together.

“Oh, Chaewon! Minju—wait, are you two fighting?” You squinted your eyes.

“No, silly. We’re just talking about the recent articles about Chaewon’s wins.”

“Ah… yeah. I was just asking them if they could change the photo to something more candid. Ahaha…”

You were relieved that they were finally talking unlike when you left them that Minju would barely even greet Chaewon. “Maybe we could catch up later this evening when I get home, alright?”

Eunbi closed the door, and the atmosphere between the two of you turned silent again. Your hands were shaking at the thoughts in your mind. You wanted to know who and when did she get proposed at. You couldn’t stop yourself—and so, you shattered the wall of ice that is silence.

“Hey… Uhm…” You weren’t so sure on what to call her. “Ms. Kwon, when did this proposal happen? And who were you dating? Is he nice? Is he… kind…?” The two of you stopped on the bridge connecting to the club and organization building. It was in the middle of the afternoon classes so there weren’t as much students.

Eunbi sighed as she heard your questions, “Come with me to my office.”

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You sat on the chair on the left corner of her table, while she sat in the usual middle seat. Her office was clean, not the empty clean, but her files are well arranged, it was organized. You rested your right cheek on your fingers as you looked at her before striking up the question, “So who’s the lucky guy?”

“A Doctorate student in the University building. He took his undergraduate course in Yale, then came back here for his masters and doctorate.”

You knew that your family is that kind of rich, in terms of education and degree, the man Eunbi was going to marry was leagues and leagues away from you, and to add to that fact, he’s an Ivy Leaguer. As she told you information about that man, you slowly panned down your eyes to the marbled floor, thinking about the wrong decisions you made to be this small compared to that man she likes.

“Wow. I see you’ve got a good eye in men.” The moment you raised your head to look into her face again, you felt sadness in her smiles as she told you more about him. That was when you knew that she really didn’t want to and was just afraid to tell anyone about it.

You knew Eunbi more than anyone else, at least in your batch. There was a reason why despite the protests of your co-members back in high school, you’ve always chose her to be the main lead, the heroine. She had the sparkle that of a main character, she always believed in her skills, and she wasn’t afraid to try out new things. The Eunbi in front of you was no longer your heroine. She’s just a woman trapped in an engagement.

“Eunbi, would you like to disappear?”

She responded with a confused look, “What? Do you want me dead or something?”

You pulled out a set of keys and keycards from your pocket, throwing it on her table towards her.

“Those are keys to my unit. Take a taxi and ask them to bring you to the address behind the card.” You gave her a pat in the head before finally deciding to leave.

“What’s this—” Before she could even ask you, you have already left the office.

You still must submit a lot of papers to the school director; you can’t just sit down and have a catching up session with your ex-girlfriend all day.

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Dinner time, and you felt as if there was a hidden tension between Chaewon and Minju who sat face to face in the long dining table.

“Is something happening between you two?” You asked them, there was only you three in the dining room. Since you came home earlier, you’ve noticed how Chaewon seemed awkward—or actually scared, of Minju.

“There’s nothing, brother. Right, Chaewon?”

“Y-Yeah. Just focus on your work, you’re starting tomorrow, right?”

You knew there was something, but you decided not to dig dipper. Maybe it was not for you to fix, but for the two of them.

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From Eunbi’s point of view, she wasn’t that exactly surprised that you immediately became a favourite among the students. She was still thinking about your offer, to disappear to his unit for a few months. It wasn’t a bad one, considering the place was one of the best and most expensive buildings in Korea. Eunbi sighed at the thought that you could still read her like an open book no matter how hard she tries to act different from before.

“It’s only been a week and he have already taken my heart like he did back then.”

If she could lie to anyone else in the office, there was no way she could lie to Sunghoon and to her own feelings. Kwon Eunbi knows full well that she only accepted that proposal because of the pressure it brought her in public. It’ll be really embarrassing for someone of that calibre to be rejected in public.

Just this once, she wanted Sunghoon to play as her hero. To help her escape this marriage.

She was never able to forget about him, there were a few students that resemble him, one of them was a music genius whom she worked hard and went to the extents of terrifying him just for him to pursue his passion.

Inside her office, she held the keys tightly, making her decision.

lll

“Good morning Mr. Kim. There’s an individual trying to access your room in the Silver Towers. By any chance do you know someone named Ms. Kwon Eunbi?” It was a phone call you’ve been expecting.

“Yeah, please give her the best accommodation.”

This was a double-edged sword. Kwon Eunbi’s disappearance led you to having to handle her classes. Your workload was doubled, but it was no problem as long as she could escape.

A month later, you decided to pay her a visit. Having no keys to access your room, you decided to press the doorbell and waved like an idiot in the intercom. The door opened, and there was she, Kwon Eunbi, only in an oversized shirt that reaches the middle of her thighs, her hair was down—she looked as if she just got up from bed, but she was still as beautiful as she ever was.

She kept the room clean, as the room looks the same luxury room as you left it.

“Have you eaten dinner yet? I’ll cook something—”

You pushed her against the fridge, your left hand on her waist while your right playfully twirled her hair around your fingers. “Eunbi, don’t you want to get back with me…?” You whispered.

“I can’t, I’m engaged.” She tried to avoid your eyes, but you turned her face to you, meeting her eye-to-eye.

“Then I’ll help you break it off.” You leaned forward to kiss her, as soon as your lips touched, you felt her arms around your neck.

“I’d like to see you try.” Eunbi said between your kisses. You grabbed her by her hips and carried her to the opened bedroom, when her body met the mattress she immediately turned the tides, she went on top of you, Eunbi began to unbutton your suit which you helped her with.

Eunbi sat on your abdomen as she removed the shirt she was wearing, leaving her in a red frilled lingerie. You were at least thankful that you regularly did a bit workout that her being in your stomach only hurt as if there were two chonky cats making biscuits on it.

She placed her hands behind her, unbuckling your belt as she looks at you, licking her lower lip and giving it a bite afterwards. Even just looking at her eyes felt like sex.

Eunbi placed your belt aside, she moved back a bit and pulled your pants down, your cock immediately revealed itself, standing proud against the frills of her underwear, the rough sensation when your head touches the frills turns you on more. Your body couldn’t wait any longer to insert yourself inside her.

You pulled the thin strings on her waist, and her panties just fell on your lap. Without looking at you, she spread her folds open, she gently inserted your twitching cock inside her, unable to hold her weight with the pain, she slid down, your member reaching her depths completely.

“It’s in…” She smiled.

“Let me do it.” You placed her hands on your shoulders before finally pushing her down. You started by putting her hands above her head, locking them with your right hand while the other singlehandedly lowered your pants even further enough to be removed by a bit of movements in your feet.

“You’re awfully skilled at this, did you make a lot of English women cry?”

“And if I did?” You leaned closer as you engage into a messy kiss, the sounds of your tongues clashing echoed inside the room, the two of you left no place unexplored as you slurped into each other’s drools. Slowly, you started moving your hips back and forth, Eunbi’s slippery pussy felt like a force pulling your cock back whenever you’ll move back, it’s like those scenes in the movies, when the main character wouldn’t want to let go of their partner.

You could feel her walls clamping down your cock as you moved your hips, it felt electric, in a way. Even just looking at her pleasured but shaky smile, it makes you happy, being connected with the only woman you’ve ever loved not only with your bodies but also in pleasure. Your bodies soon became covered with sweat, saliva, and leaking cum.

You momentarily stopped your movements and focused on the covered chest in front of your eyes, you gulped at its size. You knew her chest have always been big, but you’ve never imagined it’ll be that kind of big without clothes. You uncovered her breasts by pushing the thin layer of clothing above her jiggling breasts, your mouth enveloped the whole pink area as you began sucking onto her nipples, your movement resumed as well in a slowed pace.

The movements were slow, but it felt like opening of the doors of heaven to Eunbi. It felt gentle, the back-and-forth motion of your hips, and the slow licking and sucking of her hardened nipples.

“Sunghoon, I like this pace.”

“Really?” You moved up to reach her face, landing a peck on her lips.

However, no matter how much Eunbi likes her sex nice and slow, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re into rough ones.

You leaned forward to her ear, “Eunbi, can I have my turn now?” You asked, and without even waiting for her response, you forced her to her back, in all-fours. You endlessly shoved your cock inside her crotch as she gripped on the headboard, trying to withstand the mixture of pain and pleasure you were inflicting. You somehow understood how her body was acting, this activity was something she had never done before.

Her hips soon began to move with yours, your skins slapped against each other with your dripping sweats amplifying its sounds inside your room.

“Do you like it?” She couldn’t utter a word but a groan as she slid back and forth, her walls feeling your width along with its veins, you then let her move by herself while you leaned over to her back to grab her breasts, you planted kisses on her shoulders as you played with her nipples, pinching, turning, pressing and anything you felt like doing.

Her speed gradually increased, the friction between your crotches sent electricity running down your bodies, her moans became louder, you bit her shoulder in response to groan against her soft skin. You saw how her drool dripped from her mouth down to the pillow, as if she was a hungry beast craving for something she couldn’t ever touch. The heat between your bodies soon reached its peak.

It’s time for a release.

You shot an explosion inside her crotch, and even as you pulled out, it continued dripping down the mattress, staining the dark blue with gooey white. Tired and light-headed, Eunbi fell on her knees, she could barely move an inch.

You sighed, you decided to help her by laying her straight—but in your slightest shot, she let out a moan as she came, flowing out along with your excess cum from earlier.

You pressed your thumb against her hard nipples, you looked at her face and saw how she closed her eyes and bit her lip in pleasure. In all honesty, you were still hard.

You grabbed her hands and placed them on her breasts, “Hold them for me. Squeeze them together.” As you guided her hands in the right way, you inserted your cock in between her breasts, you began thrusting your length, her sweat lubricating your flesh as she followed everything you told her. It didn’t last long, her face was enough to send heat on your body, as if urging you to shoot everything on her breasts and her face.

You did.

Drained with your energy, you finally lie beside her, to which she immediately snuggled in your arms. As she laid sleeping on your arms, ignoring the scent of sex that replaced the lovely scent of lemon in your room, you grabbed your phone under the pillow.

lll

You had your breakfast together, and despite her legs hurting from last night’s deed, she was able to cook your meal.

“You said you’ll help me break it off, how do you plan on doing that?” Eunbi asked, taking a sip from the mug of coffee beside her plate.

“I already did something about it.” You smiled at her, to which she tilted her head in confusion.

A few days later, the man she was supposed to be engaged with was found to be a con artist whose modus is fooling women and was soon arrested. Everyone in your family knew it was fake.

“No, I can no longer do this. I… I never signed up for this dirty work!”

“But you said you’ll help me hide all of this, was everything a lie—”

“Cut. We’re redoing the scene from the beginning. Let’s take a quick break.” You were the man behind the camera, the one who sits on the chair written, director.

Eunbi walked towards you, away from the actor she was with earlier. There was a smile on her face.

You rested your left cheek on your left palm, “You still have a lot of catching up to do, you haven’t acted in four years.”

“I’m incredibly happy that you gave me this opportunity, to be able to chase after my dream.”

“And I’ll keep chasing after you, so you’ll get back with me.”

She flicked your forehead, “No way.”

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next - 4th.

She was the kind and sheltered daughter of the Maestro of the School’s Orchestra. Jo Yuri, a skilled singer, and called the jack of all trades of musical instruments since birth. After an encounter, she takes a liking to the kuzu yarichin (tl. fuckboy scum) that is Miyawaki Sakura’s older brother, Satoru.

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「他にはない」(nothing else.)

smut! j. yuri x m! reader.

Anywhere you go, there will always be girls by your side. Everyone from the Myungwoo University’s Department of Arts and Sciences knows that if there’s a party, there’s also the kuzu yarichin from Japan, and it’s none other than you, Miyawaki Satoru. No one even knows if there’s a truth in the rumors that your every night is an orgy, because if it was, you’re probably in the hospital right now, getting yourself checked for STIs.

[note: kuzu = scum, yarichin = fuck boy]

“Aniki, you better pick me up later after school. You said you won’t party or bring girls for this whole month because it’s my birth month.” You sighed at the brutal request of your sister, unlike you, she’s a model student in Myungwoo University High School’s International Exchange Department. The two of you share a unit just a few walks outside the university, you siblings wouldn’t even be able to afford it if not for your modelling part time jobs. You were supposed to live with your father’s acquaintance, but after one of their residences attempted something to your sister, you immediately dragged your things out of the house.

“Is partying really a no, Sakura?” You asked, your face on the wooden table in disappointment. You didn’t even bother to put on anything on top after a shower, you were sitting in the wooden chair with only your jeans on your lower half and a towel over your head.

“I said no, right?” Sakura responded with a glare, the two of you have always been mistaken as lovers rather than siblings. You can’t do anything about that, the moment you graduated from High School, and when you were sent to Korea by your adoptive father, a retired colonel running for public office in your province to keep the two of you safe from the eyes of his political opponents, you decided to bleach your hair as a start of your change from your old self to your new one. While your sister, stayed as she is.

“And have you forgotten one of the things I told you when you asked me what I wanted for my birthday—rather, birth month? Dress decently and bring your old hair back.” Your eyes widened at what she just said, “Because of that deal, look at what I have in my hands.” The moment she lifted her hands from under the table, you instinctively used your towel to cover your hair, it was the sight of the chestnut brown dye.

“No! Not my hair!” You ran towards your room’s door, you realized it was locked the moment you tried to open it. “No! Sakura, don’t! You! Y-You hair rapist!”

“Hair rapist? The fuck is that?” Those were the last words you heard before passing out, along with the accomplished smile in your sister’s face.

xxx

“Ow.”

You were woken up not by the sunrays but with a flick of a rubber band on your forehead.

Sakura was sitting on a chair beside the couch where you woke up, she was holding up a mirror, even without saying a word, you knew she was telling you to go look at your face. Your eyes widened the moment you saw your hair—it was back to the old hair you used to have back in Japan. You were about to scream until you realized there was nothing you could do about it, and you were never the kind of person who breaks promises.

“Wow, it’s done perfectly.” You touched your short hair, feeling its texture as you looked at the mirror, she was holding facing you. “If I’m not wrong, you also prepared a set of coordinates for this whole month for me. What am I going to wear today?” You asked, you were ready to be patient with her to get your clothes in your room, but it was already nearby, to be specific, just behind her.

“Here.”

The top clothing that Sakura chose wasn’t that bad, black collared long-sleeved shirt and a grey cardigan. The shoes she instructed you to wear was a pair of white sneakers. They matched well with the black pants you were wearing.

“If you asked me to wear this, then you probably want me to use my car, no?”

“I guess you still have a little bit of your brains left in your head. I underestimated you, Aniki.” What does she think I am? An idiot!? You sighed, above all people who often asks you for Sakura’s number, you wanted to warn them that she’s not who they think she is.

“Since you dressed me up really good, I guess you deserve to be brought to school with the GTR.”

xxx

However, when you opened the door for your sister back then, you felt the lustful gazes from most of the girls passing by or looking at you. You weren’t into young ladies—until you saw that one girl towards the school entrance, she was your type. Her round face, and eyes, her petit figure, everything about her was to your liking.

“You lech, stop eyeing at my schoolmates.” Sakura raised a brow as she looked at you, forcing her bag towards your hand for her to loosen her red necktie through your side mirror.

“Huh? I’m not!” You exclaimed.

“You were looking at Jo Yuri, aren’t you?” She whispered, her brows furrowed as she looks up at you like a defendant in trial.

Looking at your sister, you remembered that this was the first time you saw her wearing her full uniform, the plaid white skirt that runs until above her knees, her white blouse tucked on the said skirt, her unbuttoned black blazer with above her cream-colored vest, there was also the question to her loosened red tie.

“Sakura, you should pay more attention to how you look. Aren’t you a model student?” You said as you fixed her tie, which she loosened back again.

「それ、ヤリチンからに聞きたくないだけど。」(I don’t want to hear that from a fuck boy.)

You tried to stop yourself from messing up her hair that she put a lot of work on earlier in the car. “Sakura, mind your words when we’re outside, alright?”

“What’s the deal? They don’t understand Japanese anyway.” You let out a heavy sigh as you nodded to her words.

“Yeah, yeah. Just send me a message later, and I’ll come pick you up.” You got back inside your car and soon headed to your own building.

xxx

Just a morning after bringing Sakura to school, you immediately became the talk of her class—or even the whole High School department. All of them were talking about the smart-looking guy or the popular model who brought Miyawaki Sakura to school in a GTR. Based on the messages she sent you during lunch, surprisingly they don’t know about your relations to each other.

You couldn’t get her off your mind, so you decided to look up her name. Jo Yuri, huh? An Instagram account filled with pictures of musical instruments and classical concerts was the only thing you could find, it was the correct account, judging from the few photos of her face she has and its display photo. Oh god she’s—

“Uhm, excuse me? You’re Mr. Miyawaki Satoru of the BS Psychology block 2, right?” You immediately placed your phone screen down on the table, it was the person from the High School Department’s Journalism team, Editor-in-Chief, Kim Minju.

“Minju, no use trying to pretend we don’t know each other.”

“Shut up, that’s just a single night.”

“Sure, but you still pretended to be a university student from a different school to be able to get it with me. Did you request for an interview because you missed me?” You were about to touch her waist to pull her to your lap, but you felt a strong force grab your arm, and gripped unto it, determined to break your arm.

“Sunbae, what do you think you’re doing to my girlfriend?” He was tall, probably half a ruler taller than you. His hair was combed to the back of his head, there was a pair of a black framed glasses on his eyes. He was smiling, but you could feel the anger with just his grip on your arm. You read the tag on his blazer, Jang Dowon.

“Dowon, stop.” Minju was also trying to get him to let go of your arm.

Of course, you were older, and you still work out, you easily freed your arm from his grip. “Relax, I was just joking. So what kind of interview is this?”

xxx

“Yuri. Please—”

“Oh god Sakura, even you? No, you won’t get me to join the orchestra. I’m so sick of being in his shadow! I—”

Yuri couldn’t finish her sentence as she heard a beep on her skirt’s pocket. Checking the notification on her home screen,

[Instagram: strmy_official followed you back]

[Instagram: strmy_official: Hey, are you up for a cup of coffee? I’m waiting at the Myungwoo HS Gate.]

Her eyes widened, she looked at Sakura, smiling as if she wasn’t screaming at her earlier. “Sakura, sorry, I’ll be going ahead. Just tell them I’ll consider joining.” Yuri ran out of the classroom, leaving her senior confused.

All her life, Yuri’s hard works have often been credited to her father who is a well-known composer, and a maestro. It angers her that whenever she joined concours in middle school, her success becomes her father’s success even though he thought her nothing because she was unluckily, a girl. Jo Yuri studied the different instruments she could play alone, she studied them all because she wanted to be recognized as not her father’s daughter, but she herself. It was the main reason as to why she refuses to join the orchestra under her father. She also hasn’t been able to smile because of the same problem, however, if there was something that could make her smile, it was following some of her favorite models—one of them is strmy_official on Instagram, Miyawaki Satoru, in short, it’s you.

Your social media updates most of the time caters to those single women. In short, your updates look like you’re sending a message to your non-existent girlfriend. Because you never had one, you just like having fun times with them.

However, this chance meeting might be your life changer. There was something in this Jo Yuri that sparked something from within you.

From a distance in your peripheral, you saw her walking towards you, Jo Yuri.

“Hey.” You walked from the wall where you leaned earlier as you waited and walked towards Yuri.

You could tell she was surprised as she looked at you, specifically your hair.

“What happened to your hair?” She asked.

“My sister colored it this way earlier. I promised her a year ago that I’ll do everything she wants for her birth month, so here.” You let out a small laugh, what Yuri soon did made you burst into laughter.

Yuri began pinching her cheeks and slapping herself as she looked at you.

“Gosh, is this true? Am I really going to a coffee shop with Sacchin? Is this a TV show prank?” Her cheeks turned red, probably a mixture of blushing and her swollen cheeks from self-slapping.

“It’s not. Hahaha, and no need to call me Sacchin, it just makes me feel embarrassed. Just call me Satoru.” The way she reacted was too cute for you to handle, her reaction was different from those you hooked up with before, those girls would wrap their arms around your neck and kiss you upon greeting, but this was different. She was excited for a little cup of coffee.

“Hey, get inside the car. I only have two hours for a break.” You opened the door for her and she followed.

As you drove to a coffee shop a bit far from the university, you noticed how she was fidgety.

“Should I bring you home instead? You seem uncomfortable.” You asked, but she quickly shook her head and almost bit her tongue as she answered. “N-No! I want the coffee!” Yuri exclaimed.

You chuckled at her answer, “Alright. Don’t worry, we’ll be there in a few minutes.”

You watched her nod from your peripheral as you waited for the lights to turn green.

The lot in the coffee shop was already full, so you decided to park in a nearby paid parking. You walked with her to the coffee shop, however, there was something you couldn’t stop.

You kept on looking at her thighs, upon closer look, you could already tell that she has a nice body, from her sizable breasts down to her thick thighs and hips.

Inside the coffee shop, all you did was talk about each other. You never ran out of subjects to talk about as you already made your research prior. However, rather than talking about her father’s achievements, you talked about the piano and song covers she posted on her Instagram. You understood each other, and hinted about your possible interests to one another.

Before you dropped her to the bus station nearby, you exchanged numbers and scheduled the next meet up or rather, date.

xxx

“So what took you so long that you made me wait for an hour and a half?” As soon as you opened your window, you were greeted by Sakura who was smiling but is visibly irritated.

“Sorry, I had to go somewhere earlier.” You smiled at her.

She clicked her tongue and opened the door to the seat beside you, “Aniki, let’s eat out today. Your treat because you pissed me off.”

“Sure, where do you want to eat?”

“Anywhere as long as it’s a Japanese restaurant. Been craving for okonomiyaki recently.”

xxx

Today was your third time going out, and you were lucky that most of the games that Sakura ordered have arrived the day before, freeing you from the cuffs called carry my shopping bag asshole. It was supposed to be a nice day until the rain began to fall, and you and Yuri decided to stay in her house until the rain stops.

You removed your sneakers at the entrance hallway, and your drenched denim jacket, leaving you on your foot and your white shirt tucked on your jeans, “Yuri, do you have any spare slippers or is it okay for me to walk around your house without one?” You asked.

She hurriedly put out a set of indoor slippers for you, aside from this, there was another thing that kept on worrying you since you arrived.

“Your parents, won’t they get mad about you bringing a man home?”

“They’re a part of an orchestra for some theatre production, they won’t be home for two weeks.”

“I see.” You walked into the living room still a bit wet from the rain, you took the towel that Yuri hung on one of the couches to dry your hair with. You sat on the long couch with her after. It was a standard living room, carpeted, displays around three couches—one long, and two short, with a flat screen in front.

There was a heavy silence as the two of you realized the situation you were in. And you were debating with your inner self if you should take advantage of this situation or not. This was the first time that you thought things through.

“S-Satoru, uhm…”

“Yeah—” As soon as you faced her, your cheeks met a pair of hands, and soon, you tasted a somewhat devilish sweetness in your lips that was Jo Yuri’s.

Ah, she’s just the same as them.

You placed your hands on her waist as you changed her kiss from a simple peck to a deep kiss, you pushed her down the couch while sucking onto her tongue. You soon unbuttoned her white dress as your tongues continued to exchange contact.

You soon pulled out from the kiss and saw a weakened Yuri lying in front of you, her legs apart, her thigh up still covered by her dress. You pressed your fingers on what was beneath her, from just a kiss and a bit of touch, she was already wet.

“Just that? You’re already this wet? So lewd.” You slid her pink silk panties to the side and inserted two of your fingers, you began thrusting it back and forth in increasing pace.

“S-Sakura told me… ngh…” She began, “She told me, you’re a fuck boy—ngh…” Yuri said as she moved her hips to the pace that your hand was moving to.

You leaned forward towards her, “You should’ve known that from the start, that I’m that kind of guy.” You moved to her left ear, giving it a quick lick and a bite.

“But you still went out with me a lot of times. JKs are really easier to fool than college girls.” You pulled your fingers out and began giving light slaps on her crotch.

[note: JK – Joshikousei – High School Girl]

“Are you that eager to have me take your first?” You laughed as you licked your fingers.

“I just wanted to see what you were going to do if I kissed you—”

“And this didn’t cross your mind?” You then unbuckled your belt, and pulled your zipper down, your cock stood and slapped against her dripping crotch. It was already wet enough to take you in.

Before you positioned yourself to penetrate her crotch, you removed her panties and left it hung on her left thigh.

“Aren’t you going to stop me?” You asked, your fingers teasing her thighs as you watched her pussy release a few more of its juices.

“I won’t… Because I like you. I don’t mind if it’s you.” Her cheeks flushed in red, her hands covering her chest still covered with a pink frilled bra.

Your lips curved into a smile, “Really?” You grabbed her hips, positioning your cock to insert it inside her dripping wet. Yuri covered her mouth as she felt you tracing her slit with your tip, and as you slammed your cock inside her, she let out a suspended moan.

You placed your hands behind you to support your weight as you rocked yourself inside her, and before you knew it, Yuri had already lifted her bra above her breasts, and started playing her breasts on her own.

“What a pervert, who knew that Maestro Jo’s only daughter acts like this during sex?” You jest, you leaned forward to suck on her breast while playing kneading the other, with your free hand, you locked her hands above her head.

“Ah… ngh… My pussy feels so good…” Hearing this, you obviously increased the pace. With your cock inside her crotch, you could feel her vibrations on your length as you repeatedly hit the deepest part of womb, she was helplessly trying to stop herself from releasing her pleasure.

“S-Satoru’s cock… fits perfectly inside my pussy—ugh…mhmm…” You placed your hands on her back and carried her to your lap without pulling out. You leaned towards the couch’s backrest as you looked at how messy she was. Her unbuttoned dress was now hanging on her arms, and her underwear that was on her left thigh earlier have already fallen on the carpeted floor.

“You might make a good girlfriend.” You whispered to her ear before giving it a bite, and soon continuous licks, from its surface to its hole.

“R-Really? Mhmm… ah…” You guided her hips in sliding up and down against your cock, the two of you didn’t mind the blood dripping along with her fluids as she bounced with your guidance.

Soon enough, she was already moving on her own.

“It feels good… hah, hah… ” Her grip on your shoulders tightened as her your tip repeatedly hit her corner repeatedly from her upward and downward movements.

“I can feel your cock throbbing inside me, it feels so good I can’t stop… mhm…” Yuri began increasing her pace as she screamed those words, she was no longer herself.

Your ravaging refrains as she struggled to keep the connection of pleasure between the two of you were music to your ears. The sound of her skin slapping to yours amplified by the combination of blood, sweat, and fluid made the perfect background music as you watched her do her best as she moved to not break the connection.

“I’m ah… almost… mhmm…” She bit your shoulder as she continued to move her hips, you groaned in response as you felt yourself at your limits, your stomach felt as if it was being pulled back as her movements continued.

“Ah shit—”

“Do it inside… mhmm… ngh… ah…” The moment you burst everything inside her, she also came again, to which you lost count already.

Yuri fell weak to your chest after releasing your cock from her prison, however, it was still hard, which she felt as it poked against her stomach.

“Wow… Satoru’s cock is still so hard… I love it so much…” With her right arm wrapped around your neck, she pulls you to a deep kiss, she pressed her left palm against your shaft before finally letting her fingers curl to its width. She started of slowly, sliding her hand in an upward and downward motion.

xxx

You forced Yuri to kneel between your legs, she began to rid your cock of the leftover fluids from earlier. You noticed how she placed her right hand between her legs as she used her mouth to pleasure your throbbing cock, she was pleasuring herself as she used her mouth on you.

The way she sucked was a bit noisy, but in a good way. The sounds of her slurps echoed in the living room, putting further heat into the blowjob face in front of you. The way your tip would show a bump on her cheek as she traced the veins on your throbbing cock with her tongue inside her mouth turned you on. You weren’t wrong to do this.

Unable to stop yourself, you finally grabbed her head and forced your cock to her throat, releasing a splurting sound along with all the goo that she had accumulated from when she started palming your shaft.

Yuri pulled the cock out of her mouth, making a popping sound as she raised her body a bit to reach your height from kneeling. She opened her mouth and showed you how much you filled it with your color, and soon swallowed it in front of you.

xxx

“Where’d you sleep last night?” The following morning, when you arrived home, you came across your sister who was receiving a parcel from whatever website she ordered a game from again. Sakura refused to let you in, though it was more like she was waiting for you to say a few words.

“I’ll get you the latest volume of Kibuya Anko’s ranobe. Just let me in.”

[note: Ranobe – Light Novel]

“Not enough. Put more.”

“Okay, we’re going to back to Japan this summer for the summer comiket. I’ll shoulder all the expenses, you’ll only ever spend in the stalls, is that enough?”

“What kind brother you are! Come in, we’re going to play the new installment of SisS3X as our sibling bonding!”

How is playing a hentai little sister and older sister game a sibling bonding?! Geez, Sakura should do something about this weird hobby of hers.

You were about to enter the shower when all of a sudden you heard your phone ring, it was from Yuri. Even just seeing her name makes you smile.

Of course, you pressed answer.

“Yes, Yuri?”

“Can you come again tomorrow night? I might feel lonely at home.”

“Of course, who am I to say decline such a nice request?”

Another night of pleasure, and another day of your wallet never seeing the daylight. At least you finally got yourself a girl you really like.

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Next chapter: 5. Interlude: K. Chaewon / K. Minju x m! reader / might be fluff (wow surprise.)

The EIC of the rival school, An Youngjae transfers to Myungwoo University HS to accompany his freshman sister. He was the same man that Chaewon has been waiting for to begin her counterattack. No questions, he will be joining Myungwoo’s Publication team as the News team’s new head.