The Royal Chest

Pairing - Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Words - 4159

Sins - Smut, oral, titjob, breast smothering, face-sitting

It’s been a while, but I’m back! This is actually a sequel to A Gift from a Princess (featuring April’s Naeun)! I’ll leave the small talk for another post, but I do have to say that there is a bit of medieval dirty talk that I researched and then used that really ends up maybe feeling a bit more funny than sexy, but I left it in anyway because it amused me, but I hope it doesn’t throw people off. Otherwise, enjoy!

Snowgleam. It’s a beautiful city. A mountaintop city visible from far off if the weather was clear. Spires of polished white marble gleam in the bright sunlight, as you breathe in the cold mountain air, surrounded by snow. The city more than deserves its name.

The journey to Snowgleam took about six days through the treacherous snow-covered mountain passes, and thankfully, you encountered nothing that might have explained why travellers have been disappearing. Perhaps whatever the cause was, it was dissuaded by the sizeable armed escort that guarded the delegation to Snowgleam.

That escort included you, who normally served as personal bodyguard to Princess Lee Naeun as a knight of the court and a member of the Royal Guard. She has entrusted you with a letter to be delivered to a good friend of hers who lives in Snowgleam, Princess Kwon Eunbi, a princess of the neighbouring kingdom.

Princess Kwon Eunbi of Snowgleam is the only child in her family and is being groomed to eventually become queen. Strong of heart, body and mind, and a ravishing beauty, she has many suitors, not unlike Princess Naeun. You’ve met her before, as she’s visited Princess Naeun in the past. 

You remember long black hair, thick red lips, a long and sharp nose, large piercing eyes of grey and skin that was fair and smooth. Most of all, you remember her figure, strong arms, powerful thighs and calves, a slender waist, and an exceptionally large chest.

You walk through smooth stone roads that wind toward the largest building in Snowgleam, the Zenith Spires. A collection of turrets and spires that go higher than any of the others in the city, made of white stone. The destination of your delegation and the home of Princess Eunbi and the rest of her family.

As your delegation arrives safely, you leave the diplomats to go about their business as servants help with your belongings and usher those of you not needed towards a set of rooms reserved for guests. You spend some time stripping off your armour and changing into a fresh set of clothing, a pairing of a silken shirt and pants, before picking up the scroll case containing Princess Naeun’s letter and going to find Princess Eunbi.

You know your way around as you’ve been to the Zenith Spires before a couple times, accompanying Princess Naeun on visits here. After asking a couple of guards, you find out that Princess Eunbi is in her chambers, so you make your way there with letter in hand.

A large door of heavy wood serves as the entrance to her quarters. You pick up the large brass knocker and bring it down upon the wood three times.

“Come in.”

You push the heavy door open and enter, whereupon it slowly shuts by itself behind you. The chamber before you is a dark contrast to most of Snowgleam, with walls of black and a large four-four poster bed of dark red. Large closed glass windows that provide natural illumination to the chamber, sunlight currently shining through them. There is a glass door to the side that leads to a balcony that commands an impressive view over the city and the mountain. Most of the furniture is made of dark wood, all dark brown or black. A velvety carpet of blood red muffles your footsteps somewhat as you take a few steps forward and bow to the princess, sitting on the edge of her bed.

Princess Eunbi wears a resplendent sleeveless golden dress that hugs her figure, with a long slit at the bottom that reveals her smooth and strong legs. The dress reveals a bit of cleavage, just enough to show it off, but not enough to make one feel scandalised in the royal court. Pearls and diamonds adorn her earrings. She currently isn’t wearing any footwear and a tall tiara of diamonds and white crystal rests upon her head.

Eunbi looks up at you, and you bow deeply before her. You try to keep your eyes away from her cleavage when bowing, given that you’re taller and she’s also sitting down.

“Ah, you’re Naeun’s bodyguard, are you not? I believe we last met when I visited her this spring. The delegation must have arrived safely then.”

“Greetings, Princess Eunbi. You are correct, my lady. I bring a letter from Princess Naeun to you.”

“Bring it forth then.”

Rising from your bow, you step forward and proffer the scroll case containing the letter to the princess. Eunbi plucks it from your hands and opens it up, pulling out the parchment within to read the letter immediately.

You wait patiently as the letter is read, standing by in case there is a message or letter that you need to convey back to Princess Naeun. You watch her smile and chuckle to herself as she reads.

Eventually, she rolls the paper back up and getting up to her feet, keeps the letter in a drawer in a side table. Eunbi then looks up at you, a mysterious smile upon her lips.

“Thank you for waiting. Did Naeun tell you what she wrote about in her letter?”

“No, my lady. The princess did not.” Eunbi’s smile widens.

Eunbi walks over back to you, stopping right in front of you. “Well, Naeun wrote to me about her experience having a secret tryst with a bodyguard of hers.” Eunbi stares pointedly at you. “And she also requests of me to partake of this bodyguard, and to send her my informed opinion on the worth and value of his performance and prowess.”

You try not to give away anything on your face, although you are incredibly surprised to hear the contents of the letter. “And she also mentioned that you are the aforementioned bodyguard.” Eunbi adds.

Well, no denying it now then.

“That is true, my lady, although I did not expect for the princess to write to you about that.”

“Naeun and I are close…in the same way that Naeun and her handmaiden Chaekyung are close. When we visit each other…we also take some time to explore each other’s bodies.” Eunbi tales a step toward you at this point, looking up at you and resting a hand on your chest.

“Now, about Naeun’s request. I’m quite happy to fulfil it, but seeing as you were given no instructions or orders in this regard and I don’t want to be an inhospitable host in my home, I would ask if you would be willing to join me in fulfilling her request?”

You are here to deliver a letter and are definitely not expecting to be asked to sleep with the princess of Snowgleam while the rest of your cohorts are off discussing diplomatic matters with Snowgleam’s king and his court.

That said, Princess Eunbi is a beautiful and comely woman. And this is apparently the will of your princess too. “It would be a most humbling honour, Princess Eunbi.”

Eunbi’s gaze changes and she licks her lips seductively. “Oh, I’m sure it is. Not just any man can sleep with the future queen of Snowgleam. No one should hear us as long as we don’t start screaming. The walls of my chamber are quite thick and I don’t have guards outside. Oh, I do have one more condition. You don’t tell anyone of this, just as you’ve presumably not told anyone of your own encounter with Naeun.”

You bow your head slightly. “You have my word, Princess Eunbi.”

Eunbi presses her body up against yours, her chest pushing against yours while a hand reaches up and grabs your head. You feel blood start to rush down below.

“I don’t just want your word. I want your lips.”

With her hand on the back of your head, Eunbi pulls you down into a kiss, her tongue forcing its way quickly into your mouth. You decide to reciprocate and kiss her passionately as well, your tongue entwining and wrestling with hers.

Eunbi’s hand on your chest slides down the silken shirt you wear and settles over the bulge forming in your pants, slowly rubbing against it. You slide one hand down to the slit in her dress, rubbing her thigh at first before inching inward and slipping inside her dress. The other hand wraps around Eunbi’s waist, bringing her in closer to you.

Your hand in her dress seeks out her core, and you feel it dripping; she wears no underwear under her dress. As the two of you push back and forth against each other with your tongues, you start to run a finger along her lower lips, collecting everything that is dripping out and moistening your finger.

Eunbi shivers against you, and not to be outdone, has your belt undone in seconds, sending your pants and belt both tumbling onto the floor. Her warm fingers wrap around your throbbing shaft, slowly stroking it. You retaliate, slowly sliding your finger inside of her. The two of you both moan into each other’s mouths as you slowly make out like this.

Eunbi eventually breaks the kiss for breath. “Not bad at all.” She grins at you playfully. “You see, my people are born and raised on a mountain city. The air is thinner here and we develop a lot of stamina as a result of needing to compensate for less air. Which explains why the thing I prize most of all when with a man, is stamina. Let’s test you out, see how long you last so I can give my opinion to Naeun.”

The princess gestures to her bed. “Sit.”

You remove your hand from inside Eunbi’s dress before turning, stepping out of your clothing, and obediently taking a seat at the edge of her bed. By the time you sit down and face her again, Eunbi’s dress is already on the floor and she casually kicks it aside. Her tiara is unceremoniously pulled from her hair and thrown onto the bed, against the pillows.

You look upon Eunbi’s naked body, slender but powerful muscles in her arms and legs, and also slim around the waist and heavy around the chest. Eunbi’s abdomen is very toned. She is as fit and strong as any knight you know, and you’re not surprised. In addition to being a princess, she also is a captain in the Snowgleam military. Your hardened dick throbs for her.

“Princess Eunbi-”

“Just Eunbi, you don’t need to address me by Princess if you’re naked with me. It feels odd.”

“Eunbi, I was going to say that from the way you kiss, it’s clear that I’m not the first man you’ve been naked with?”

Eunbi chuckles as she gets on her knees in front of you. “Naeun isn’t the only one who’s had secret trysts with bodyguards. Well, mine aren’t always with bodyguards, but you get the gist of it.”

You watch as Eunbi wraps a hand around the base of your shaft and starts to stroke. “Now, let’s partake of you, and see how you taste.” Her large grey eyes stare into yours as her pink tongue flicks over the tip of your cock, licking up the pre-cum that has formed there.

“Mmm…this looks so good. I want to bagpipe you.”

You groan softly in appreciation at the feeling of her wet and warm tongue first sliding along the slit of your penis and then an encompassing feeling of wet warmth surrounds your cock as she takes the tip of it into her mouth and starts to suck on it.

Her head starts to bob up and down on your cock and unlike Naeun, Eunbi is a lot more experienced with men. You soon feel the effects of that as she deftly takes your length deep into her throat with ease. No gagging and choking, just the tightness of her throat as she swallows around your length while her large eyes peer up at you.

You notice that Eunbi has a hand down below, fingering herself and moaning and whimpering pleasurably into your cock even as she sucks on you. A little hesitantly, you place a hand on Eunbi’s head and pull ever so gently upward on her hair, urging her to come up for air. It’s your turn to give her some attention; and you really don’t want to shoot your load so soon, with how hot and tight her blowjob is.

“Let me bring pleasure to you.”

Eunbi nods and licks your tip one final time. “I could never say no to a request like that.”

You grab Eunbi by the shoulders and help her up, before having her lie on the bed next to you. You clamber up on top of her and direct your attention to her lovely breasts, roughly squeezing one large, firm breast and sucking on the sensitive stiffened nipple of the other. Eunbi whimpers and mewls, her nails digging into your shoulder and the back of your head.

“More…” She pants as her hand on the back of your head pushes strongly down, pressing your face into her chest. The perfumed scent of her body mixed with the taste of light fresh sweat on her tits is a heady mix.

Eunbi suddenly grabs tightly onto you, her fingers digging into your skin and her legs clenching against your sides, and then she rolls you underneath her. Eunbi’s breasts completely fill your vision and senses as your face is engulfed and pressed beneath her boobs. They are soft, firm, and fair, just the way you like them. Eunbi puts the considerable weight of her chest fully onto you, smothering you with them. Her strong arms push down on your chest, preventing you from rising.

Your face is fully buried in Eunbi’s large and soft tits, and all you see is warm flesh. Eunbi’s soft moaning encourages you to keep licking and kissing between her cleavage, even though your breathing is somewhat restricted.

You manage to bring one hand up to Eunbi’s face and you slip a couple of fingers into her warm mouth, where she licks and sucks on them with gusto. Once you deem them wet enough, you retract them and use them to tease her lower lips, with your fingers slowly stroking around the outside of her pussy, just on the edge.

Your other hand continues to play with her nipples, squeezing and fondling the breasts that have trapped your face, drawing noises of satisfaction from Eunbi.

You lick her chest and tweak her nipples as her hips buck downward, eager for more of your touch. You oblige, sending your wet fingers sliding inside her, making her writhe above you. And then you stop, drawing a whine from the princess. As comfortable as this position is for you, it doesn’t let you pleasure her the best.

“I love your breasts, but let’s change positions.” Your voice comes out muffled from under Eunbi’s breasts.

There is a slight pause. “Okay, fine.” And Eunbi lifts her chest off your face, only to quickly scoot her hips forward and plant her slit right on top of your mouth. Her strong, creamy, thighs lock around your head and her hips grinding down on you.

You were hoping for a position easier to breathe in but taking in the scent of her royal pussy isn’t a bad alternative. Your tongue slips inside Eunbi’s folds and she grabs your head with a hand and pushes her hips down hard. Her hips gyrate as you fuck her with your tongue, tasting her delicious juices spilling into your mouth.

“Taste me…” Eunbi whines breathlessly. You look up at her beautiful face even as you lick and suck on her pussy; eyes closed, lower lip being bitten, cheeks flush, and the expression of pleasurable agony on her face all help to keep you rock hard throughout this.

Your hands reach up and squeeze her ample ass, pulling her grinding hips closer, pushing your tongue deeper into her. Eunbi’s breathing becomes heavy and ragged, and you only hear panting, gasping and soft groans passing from her lips.

While still underneath Eunbi, your hands shift, moving from her ass to hold onto her powerful thighs and then grabbing tightly, you flip her onto the bed, changing positions again. This time, you get to use your hands to assist your mouth. With Eunbi lying beneath you, you attack her swollen clit with your tongue, licking and sucking roughly, while you pump into her pussy with several fingers. Eunbi’s thighs still haven’t lost their grip on your head; she’s a strong woman. Instead, Eunbi wraps her legs around your head, her calves locking in around the back of your head. Your head is happily trapped around the vice-like grip of Eunbi’s legs.

“Yes…yes…yes…” Eunbi quietly repeats the word over and over as your fingers quest and coil and thrust inside her and your mouth is locked in a French kiss with her clit. The grip Eunbi has on your head tightens somehow, almost painful as her body quivers, and then she climaxes hard in a silent scream, pushing her hips furiously against your head, grinding and gyrating until she lies relatively still.

You keep licking and slurping up the nectar that flows forth, causing Eunbi to whimper and shudder still. Eunbi’s legs finally relax their grip on you and she lets them fall to the side, releasing your head. Her hands then immediately take over and pull your head up to hers, her lips then catching yours in a deep kiss.

When your lips part, Eunbi purrs contentedly as she idly strokes your cock.

“I taste good. I did like your taste as well.”

Eunbi kisses you again for emphasis, and as her tongue explores your mouth, her hands grab your shoulders and the two of you reverse positions again. Eunbi moves to position herself above your cock that has been craving for more attention for a while now.

“Look at you, you’re still hard.”

“Whenever you need me to be.”

“I have to say, I’m starting to envy Naeun a little.” Eunbi then sinks down, taking your entire length inside her to the hilt. You slide in easily from how wet she is, but she’s also still very tight around your cock.

“So deep…” She exhales. You watch as Eunbi starts to ride you, her breasts bouncing along to the rhythm of her hips thrusting down on you.

“Need a hand?” Without waiting for a reply, you reach out with both hands and cup Eunbi’s beautiful breasts, squeezing them as she fucks herself upon you. Eunbi groans at first but then grins impishly. “I have a better idea.”

Without missing a beat, Eunbi reaches down and pulls you up into a sitting position before using one hand to grab your head and force it between her cleavage. You actually can’t really breathe at all this time as Eunbi smothers you with her breasts, but it turns you on so much as you start to thrust upward into Eunbi, matching her downward rhythm.

Eunbi lets you go after a short while to help you catch your breath, and you keep your head at the same level and start to frantically suck on the nipples in front of you, taking them in your mouth one at a time and devouring them. Eunbi whimpers in response; you know how sensitive her nipples are to her. One of your hands starts to rub her clit, increasing Eunbi’s pleasure.

“I’m going to-“ Eunbi doesn’t finish her sentence as she cries out loud and throws her head back while in orgasm, her hands grab your head and force your face into her tits again, enveloping you as she cums all over your cock. Between the contractions of her pussy muscles on your cock and the breast smothering, you feel yourself getting close too.

Eunbi only releases you when she has calmed down a little, pulling your mouth off her chest and pulling you into a passionate kiss. “I see you do have quite a bit of stamina.” Eunbi remarks when she finally gets off you, revealing your cock still hard and throbbing, totally drenched from Eunbi’s orgasm. “Let’s finish this up, shall we?

The princess pulls you over to the edge of the bed and kneels on the carpeted floor in front of you. Pushing her breasts together, Eunbi has them surround your cock, sandwiching them between two soft but firm orbs of flesh.

She starts to shift her heavy breasts up and down, forming a pleasurable friction and rhythm as she pumps your cock with only her boobs. Eunbi doesn’t need lubrication for this, given that your cock is covered in her juices from the orgasm she just had and thus still very wet.

“One talent that I discovered that I had after joining the military, was that I’m really particularly good at spear polishing. All of it. The tip, the shaft.” Eunbi teases as she licks her lips, her eyes locked onto yours.

“I can tell.” You manage to get out as your hips thrust into Eunbi’s breasts, unable to keep still. Eunbi lowers her head and starts to lick her juices off the tip of your cock.

“Mmm…give me your cream, spray it all over me. Treat me like a filthy common street whore.” You didn’t know that a princess and future queen could speak like that. Princess Naeun would never speak like that.

At Eunbi’s dirty urging, you increase the speed of your thrusting, eventually fucking Eunbi’s cleavage and mouth at the same time, as she wraps her lips around the head of your dick and sucks. The sound of slurping fills the air. 

“Go on, you dirty harlot, take it all.” Your hands reach up somewhat hesitantly and hold her head through her hair and when you feel yourself hit the edge and go over, you pull her head back and off.

The first spray decorates her outstretched neck, the second shoots higher, splattering across her chin and lower jaw, the third forms droplets of white all over her chest. Eunbi continues to stroke you with her breasts throughout all of this. You feel one last spurt coming, and Eunbi brings her mouth down to swallow it all. You take advantage of this opportunity to thrust into her mouth a few times as you come down from your climax.

Eunbi thoroughly cleans your cock with her mouth, licking and sucking all over your sensitive length. A knock on the door interrupts her, a male voice comes calling, probably a guard or a courtier. “Princess Eunbi, your father requests your presence in the throne room whenever you are predisposed to come. He would like to speak with you regarding the diplomatic delegation that arrived earlier.”

She pulls her mouth off your cock to answer. “Tell Father that I’ll be there soon, you may leave first.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Eunbi turns back to you. “How many nights are you staying here for?”

“Two, weather permitting.”

“Good, that’s two more nights with you. A good first impression, but I need to sample you for longer to really give Naeun a detailed opinion.”

You chuckle. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t ever call me a whore or a harlot outside of this room or I will order your execution.” Eunbi smiles and jokes as she walks over to a nearby standing metal washbasin to wash her face and neck. You admire Eunbi’s naked form again, watching her butt move from side to side as she walks, her back turned to you.

“I would never.” You get up from sitting on the bed, and walk over to where Eunbi stands, washing herself.

“I’m thinking of maybe going back with you, I haven’t visited Naeun in a while. Maybe the three of us can spend some time together.”

You wrap your arms around Eunbi’s waist and whisper suggestively into her ear as she wipes down her face with a towel. “That’s an excellent idea. Imagine the things we could do together, the three of us. The two of you and your wonderful royal chests sound like an excellent time.”

You dip your hands into the cold water in the washbasin and then bring both hands up to her chest, cupping her breasts from behind. “You have to wash these too.” You breathe heavily into Eunbi’s ear. Eunbi lets out a soft moan, her body shivering as you squeeze her breasts gently, and she feels your cock start to stiffen against her ass. You bring one hand down to gently rub against her pussy lips. “And down here too.”

As you kiss Eunbi on her ear and the nape of her neck, your cock rubbing against her pussy, she murmurs softly in pleasure. “I guess Father will have to wait for a little longer.”

The king of Snowgleam doesn’t see his daughter for another two hours. And you are looking forward to a busy two days (and nights).

Tags: IZONE smut, Eunbi smut, Kwon Eunbi smut, male reader, reader insert

A Gift from a Princess

Pairing - Lee Naeun x Male Reader

Words - 3370

Sins - Smut, oral, bath sex

So slightly late for Naeun’s birthday (May 5th), but I had a rush of inspiration and it was her birthday so I tried to hurry this out! It’s quite different from my usual stuff as I experimented with some things (particularly dialogue), but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

It is the waning hours of the day and the sun is about to set on the Alabaster Palace. There is a knock on the heavyset door of white wood to your chambers.

You pause in packing your belongings for the long journey ahead of you. “Yes, what is it?”

A young maiden’s voice emanates from behind the door. It sounds like Chaekyung, the handmaiden to the princess. She’s a few years older than the princess and serves as friend, caretaker, and servant. “Begging your pardon, my lord, but the princess is requesting your presence at her chambers. She would like to see you post-haste.”

The Princess? You wonder why she wants to see you. “I’ll be there shortly, thank you, Chaekyung.”

“I’ll be taking my leave then, my lord.”

“Yes, please do.”

The handmaiden’s footsteps echo off the polished white marble floor, fading away from your door. You stow away your travelling pack, sheath the sword you were planning to sharpen and adjust your sword belt before making your way through the palace you live and work in, to the princess.

The palace is grand and large, with white accent with gold being the predominant theme, hence the name of the Alabaster Palace. You walk for a good while through long and tall hallways, greeting some of the white-armoured guards as you pass them. The Princess lives in the Royal Wing, far removed from where your quarters are. As a knight to the king, your quarters are better than most others, but you do not compare to the Royal Family.

Princess Lee Naeun is both breathtakingly beautiful and beloved to her people and her father. Kind and sweet, her reputation precedes her everywhere. She has plenty of suitors, but none have come close to winning her heart. They certainly weren’t helped by her father being so protective of her. Noblemen of all stripes from many kingdoms near and far have tried to court her and win her hand in marriage. All have been rebuffed by Naeun’s father, or by the Princess herself.

Arriving at her chambers, you knock firmly on the gilded white door of wood three times. “My lady, it is I. You called for me?”

Her familiar voice comes from behind the door. “Please enter and lock the door behind you. I do not wish to be disturbed.”

You push the door open and enter, before gently closing it shut and locking it with the bolt behind you. In the large, high-ceilinged chamber of white and gold before you, Princess Lee Naeun sits upon her giant red four-poster bed of silky sheets and velvety cushions.

The Princess is a ravishing vision of beauty with her large doe eyes, smooth fair skin, long dark tresses, and thick lips of deep red pursed together. A small tiara of white gold, diamonds, opals, and pearls adorns the crown of her head. A silken choker with a gold clasp and pearls hanging from it sits around her sculpted neck. She is dressed in a resplendent large strapless gown of midnight black with silver threading inlaid and small opals adorning it.

That gown is also cut exceptionally low, revealing more of her chest than you’ve ever seen before. You’ve never seen the Princess wear this particular dress before in all your time guarding her person. As you stand before Princess Naeun, you try to keep your eyes stuck to her gorgeous face, and not on the exposed flesh of her chest. Despite her obvious beauty, it was hard to avoid not looking down without seeming overly stiff.

“My lady, you asked for me?” Your throat seems to be dry, but you get the words out.

Princess Naeun stands up from the bed and takes the couple of steps needed to close the distance to you. “Father says that you are to journey west across the Silvercap Peaks to the city of Snowgleam.”

“Yes, my lady. His Majesty has an urgent message to be sent to Snowgleam.”

“I’ve heard tales of travellers disappearing in the snow, ever to be seen again. The cliffs are treacherous, that journey is perilous.” Princess Naeun suddenly draws you into a tight hug, her chest pressed up against yours and her face inches away from yours.

“Which is why swords like mine are needed to protect the message.” You say carefully, unused to this sudden intimacy with the Princess. “My lady, I beg your pardon, but why did you request for my presence? I am but a humble knight and bodyguard.”

“I am just worried about you, that is all.” She whispers, her grey eyes boring into yours with their intense gaze.

“I will be gone but two weeks. A week to the city, and a week back. I’m flattered for the concern, Princess, but I will be fine and back before you know it.”

Princess Naeun releases you from the hug, taking a step back. “I would like to offer you a gift for your safe return. Something to motivate you to come back safe and alive.”

You say nothing, not completely sure of what the Princess might be referring to. Her behaviour tonight has been anything but usual and you cannot predict what she intends for you.

The Princess lifts one delicate finger to her lips and her tongue flicks out momentarily, wetting the tip of it. You follow with your eyes as Naeun traces a path from her lips, over her chin, her neck…down her chest and ending up in her cleavage, between her breasts. Her finger stays there.

“Do you like what you see?” Her voice is low and sultry.  

You swallow. There is no way to answer her that would fit proper decorum. As such you decide to answer with what you truly feel. You can already feel yourself getting hard in your pants. And how could you not have been attracted to such a beautiful woman? You merely had the sense not to act upon that attraction. Not before this.

“Yes.” Your reply is but a whispered breath, but it is loud enough in the otherwise-silent chambers for the Princess to hear. A smile of what almost looks like relief curves across her pretty face. “Good.”

Princess Naeun leans in and her red lips softly press against your own. With her lips against yours, she whispers. “Because I’m your gift.” You feel her hand caress the growing bugle in your pants. “Lay with me in my chambers tonight. Come back safe from your journey…and lay with me for many more nights thereafter.”

This is definitely plenty of motivation for you to come back safe from your journey.

Her other hand takes one of yours and places it squarely on her chest. “Touch me.” She breathes. You squeeze gently. Her large and fair breasts are soft, firm, supple and make a nice handful. They feel perfect to your touch.

“This is a most generous gift, Princess.” You finally manage to get some words out of your dry mouth. “You have rejected so many who have wanted you, and yet you give yourself so freely to me.”

“Will you not accept my gift?”

“When it is given so freely, I must humbly accept it. I do so with great honour and pleasure. Thank you for bestowing such a magnificent gift upon me. Thank you…for choosing me, Princess.”

“Please, call me Naeun when we are alone in my chambers. Your words are still that of a loyal knight…I wish for the words of a secret lover.” Naeun’s hands undo the clasps on your sword belt, which falls to the ground with a clang.

“And you shall have them, Naeun.” You whisper as your fingers slip into the top of the gown, seeking out her nipples and rubbing them. You feel them swiftly grow hard under your touch and Naeun groans softly. “Please, say my name again.”

“Naeun.” You breathe as you bury your face in her neck, nibbling, licking, and kissing, all drawing more sighs of pleasure from her. You inhale, she smells fantastic. “Again. Please.” She whimpers breathlessly.

“Naeun.” You say in a low growl as you stare at her face, your lust reflected in her. She shivers and moans as she stares at your desire for her, both of her hands sneaking inside your pants to rub and stroke your cock. And then you kiss her.

Passionately, your tongue plunders her mouth as she whines lustfully into your kiss. You keep a hand on the back of her head while the other continues to fondle her chest. You stop after a while to let both of yourselves breathe.

“Let me give you my gift.” Naeun says breathlessly as she lowers herself to her knees on the polished marble floor and her hands pull your silken pants down to your ankles. Your erection springs out in front of her and she immediately licks up your pre-cum into her mouth even as one hand wraps around your length and starts to stroke.

You run your hands through her dark hair, knocking her tiara off her head, and it clatters to the ground. Your hands rest there, although you are conscious not to put any pressure on Naeun’s head. She is, after all, both inexperienced at this and able to have you killed with a word.

“How do you know to do all this?” You ask quietly as you watch the erotic sight of Naeun jerking you off even as her head bobs along your cock. In this position, you can see down Naeun’s cleavage as she sucks and strokes you, and you make a mental note to strip her off and put your cock between her breasts later.

Naeun pulls her mouth off your cock for a few moments to answer. “Chaekyung gave me a few tips, but I’m practicing them for the first time on you.”

That makes sense. The busty and attractive handmaiden is older and more experienced with men, not to mention popular with the men in the palace. More importantly, she is the closest person to Naeun in the palace, bar her father. If there was anyone for Naeun to ask about sex, it would be Chaekyung.

And while Naeun may be inexperienced, she’s very eager. You groan as Naeun tries to deepthroat you and ends up gagging on your cock. The contractions of her throat muscles around your erection feel great and tight, but Naeun clearly can’t keep it up for long. She tries to deepthroat your length a couple more times before she has to pull off and cough after gagging again and again.

“I need your help, hold my head, move your hips, use my mouth.” Naeun can’t help but smile as you raise an eyebrow at her words. “You heard me. Use me. Use my mouth. I can’t force your length down my throat…but you can.”

Oh, if only her father could hear her now. Chaekyung must have been telling her some wild stuff. You nod and then slowly start to fuck Naeun’s face. You don’t put much speed in it, relishing in the warmth and wetness of her mouth instead. You go deep into her throat, but don’t stay long, slowly getting her used to your size.

Naeun’s hands hold onto your thighs for support as she tries to deepthroat you again, and this time you keep a bit of pressure on the back of her head, listening to her gag and choke on your cock and watching tears form in her eyes. But the moment she actively pushes against your thighs, you immediately release her head.

“Was that good?” Naeun asks even as she pants, her large eyes scanning your face for approval.

You brush her hair lovingly. “It was excellent. I’m so close to my release now.” Naeun’s face’s brightens up at this, she looks excited at the idea of seeing you climax. Both of her hands immediately start to stroke your slick, throbbing cock. “I want to see it, please, cover me with your cream.”

Naeun’s warm hands feel heavenly around your cock, and she pumps you with great speed and gusto, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. What sets you over the edge is watching Naeun’s face as she stares at you lustfully, licking her lips and watching her breasts jiggle and bounce a bit as she animatedly jerks you off and envisioning your sperm splattered all over them.

“Naeun, I’m going to-“

And you erupt, spraying cum all over the beautiful princess who continues to pump you for more. Some of it sprays on her neck, mingling with the pearls on her choker, you do your best to get most of your cum on her chest, where most of it ends up slowly sliding down her cleavage. And you get a bit on her face, her cheeks, her lips, and chin. You feel one final spurt coming and shove your cock past Naeun’s partially open lips and feed her the rest.

Naeun happily sucks on your cock and licks it clean for a while before finally pulling off you. She sticks a finger between her breasts and scoops out a little bit of your cum and licks it off.

You don’t know if it’s the sight of Naeun with your cum coating her face, neck and chest or something else, but your cock isn’t doing a particularly good job of coming down and softening. Instead, it’s still hard, throbbing, and ready for more.

“Let’s clean up…and get the rest of your cream out of you.” Naeun gets to her feet, and beckons for you to follow her. You step out of your pants and shoes and follow her past a set of side doors into her large bath area, where a heated pool of water sits. The setting sun’s rays pour into the room through open windows set into the wall, reflecting off the water. There is a golden basin set upon a stool that Naeun uses to wash her face and mouth while you wait at the side. You’ve never seen this place before.

Only one person attends to Naeun in her private chambers as well as during her baths. That person being Chaekyung. A lot of people are jealous of Chaekyung, but you’ve overheard some of the guards saying they were jealous of the princess. There was the occasional rumour that the two were lovers. You wouldn’t be surprised at this point if that were true.

Naeun then turns to you, her face clean, although her neck and chest are still adorned with white goo. She unclasps her choker, letting it fall to the marble ground. She reaches behind her gown, undoes a clasp, and it falls off her body to reveal her fully nude underneath.

Naeun’s flawless skin glimmers with a thin layer of sweat, from her long legs up to her slim stomach and heaving chest. She looks over at you as she waits to step into the pool. “Divest yourself of your clothing and join me.”

It was fortunate that she called you when you were dressed simply while off-duty. If you were in your armour, it would have taken ten minutes to remove. You pull your silken tunic off and toss it aside.

Naeun takes hold of your hand and guides it to her core, and you feel how sopping wet she is down there. “Every time you say my name, it gets me so wet. Chaekyung’s the only other person to make me feel like this.” So Chaekyung does bathe and sleep with her.

You slip a finger inside her. “So…does Chaekyung do this to you?” Naeun gasps and nods, her hands grabbing hold of your arm, as though almost wanting to stop you. You slide a second finger in and she closes her eyes while trembling. “Please…don’t stop.”

At that, you pull your fingers out and wink at Naeun before stepping into the water. She whines but follows and steps into the water after you.

The water is warm and the pool is shallow; while standing, the water reaches to just above your stomach. This place is meant for the princess to bathe in while attended to by handmaidens. You’re quite possibly the first man to step inside after the construction of the chamber.

Naeun shyly hands you a bar of soap. “Chaekyung is normally the one who cleans me up.”

“I’ll be happy to do it on her behalf today.” You rub your hands on the soap and get a lather going before running your hands all over Naeun’s neck and chest, getting it clean and slick while also enjoying the feeling of her large, warm, breasts under your fingers. You squeeze her boobs as you soap her up and then you move your hands down to her stomach, feeling her toned abdomen up.

And then you slide your hands over her body further down, between her legs. Your fingers tease her, rubbing circles around her clit. Naeun mewls and French kisses you, moaning into that kiss when you soap up the inside of her pussy with a finger.

Naeun grabs the bar of soap. “Let me clean your body now. I’ve cleaned Chaekyung’s before, but I’ve never done this for a man.”

“You’ll do fine, I’m sure.” She does more than fine, the electrifying touch of her slick hands on your chest and nipples has them hard like your cock swiftly and when her hands go past your stomach and reach your groin, you know that she could have you cumming like a fountain with just her hands if she wanted to.

Instead, Naeun strokes you up a few times to get you slick…and then kisses you. “Impale me on your shaft. Fill me. Take me.” She whispers against your lips.

You don’t need a second invitation. You wrap an arm around Naeun’s waist, brace her against the side of the pool and push yourself into her. You do it slowly and deliberately, because she’s probably only had fingers and tongues inside her before. She gets adjusted to your size quickly though.

“You’re so thick…so warm…” Naeun’s gaze is heavy-lidded and glazed over in pleasure.

You start to move around inside her and build up speed. She is tight, hot, and wet inside and you groan in pleasure. Naeun pulls you into a deep kiss as you fuck her, one hand curled up in your hair and the other holding onto your shoulder for support and you pound into her. You feel her legs wrap around your waist, locking you to her.

With one arm around her waist, you send the other to rub Naeun’s clit. Her wonderful breasts bounce with every stroke of your cock inside of her and you feel your second orgasm building up. He golden rays of the setting sun bouncing off the water give her a gorgeous glow.

Naeun seems to sense it too as you increase your pace and fuck her almost desperately at this point. “Inside me.” She pants between kisses. But she hits her climax first and her pussy muscles clench your shaft ever so tightly as she cries out in pleasure. And even though you are in a pool of heated water, you feel her hot pussy juices flow down and around your cock.

You slam into her a couple more times, fucking Naeun as she orgasms and then blow your load inside her. You keep your cock inside her as you rest your head against hers, the two of you sharing soft kisses as you both recover.

Naeun speaks first. “After we dry off, we lay together in my bed tonight, naked.” You nod your approval at that course of action. “But first, let’s just stay together like this for a while.” Naeun’s legs unwrap themselves from your waist and the two of you switch places so that you rest against the side of the pool and she rests her head on your chest…with your cock still inside her with your mixed cum, of course.

You have a long night ahead, and a long journey ahead after that. But you’re already looking forward to more long nights with Princess Naeun in the future. What a gift she’s given you.

Tags: april smut, Lee Naeun smut, Naeun smut, april naeun smut, reader insert, male reader

Love

Pairing - Yoon Chaekyung x Male Reader

Words - 2457

Sins - Smut, public sex, oral, spanking, choking

I know it’s been quite a while and i hope this kicks off a bit of a revival to being more regular/frequent in putting up new works! Either way, enjoy!

Love - all.

Your opponent, a beautiful young woman by the name of Yoon Chaekyung, prepares to serve first. You’ve known each other a while, you play tennis together a fair bit and sometimes hang out at a café before or after. 

She’s in her final year of study at a women’s university which is where you met her when you went there to play tennis once. Your friend stood you up, and you came across a beautiful girl who was more than willing to play against you instead.

You definitely feel some attraction towards her, with her beauty and all, but neither of you have ever mentioned dating, romance, or sex with the other before.

The sun is fairly low in the sky, and you watch as the sun’s warm rays bathe her smooth skin and lithe body in a golden glow.

The black sports bra that she is wearing leaves her abdomen exposed and accentuates her chest at the same time, although you do wish she were not wearing her black skirt so high up her waist, covering so much of her stomach. On the flip side, wearing her skirt so high up also meant showing off more of her thighs and legs, so there was a silver lining.

Sweat adorns her skin all over her body; you’ve both been playing for a while now while trying to be the first to win four sets. The two of you have both won three sets each, so win or lose; this is the final game of your final set, with the two of you still tied. And the winner gets to make a request of the loser, who has to fulfil that wish. Within reasonable and legal limits, of course. You actually haven’t thought of what to ask for yet if you win.

You watch as Chaekyung pulls most of her light brown hair back in a ponytail to facilitate playing tennis more comfortably, having her hair down really got her sweating a lot earlier. Her tongue flicks out and licks her thick red lips as she leans back to serve the ball; your eyes catch that and it distracts you long enough for the ball to go whizzing past you, bouncing off the court behind you.

Point to Chaekyung.

Fifteen - love.

Chaekyung grins widely. “You tired already?”

“Of beating you at tennis? Then yeah.” You walk over and pick up the tennis ball, tossing it over to your opponent as she picks out strands of hair from her face that got stuck to her sweaty skin.

“You wish.” The grin on Chaekyung’s face changes to a smirk as she serves again. You receive the serve this time, and the two of you rally for a bit, until you swear you hear her moan softly as she volleys the ball over to your side of the court. That distracts you enough to ensure you have no chance of returning the volley.

Another point to Chaekyung.

Thirty - love.

“What was that?” You ask as you pass the ball back to your opponent.

“What was what?” Chaekyung’s face is the very picture of innocence.

“Never mind, just carry on.” Maybe you just misheard her. You are getting tired and tennis is full of grunting and groaning, after all.

Chaekyung serves again, and you receive it again, although it does look increasingly like you will not be winning the bet today. You keep yourself in the game for a bit, but then the wind chooses to pick up at this time. The soft breeze does feel good on your skin, which is not surprising, given that you’ve been sweating under the sun for a while now with little respite. The zephyr also picks the hem of Chaekyung’s skirt up and lifts it to reveal the lacy black panties she’s wearing today for a good couple of seconds.

In that brief moment, you also swear you see a darkened patch on the front of her underwear, and maybe it’s her sweat? Either way, your eyes linger on Chaekyung and not the ball, which bounces past you. You don’t know if it’s good or bad luck you’re having today, but you’re almost certainly losing this tennis match.

One more point to Chaekyung.

Forty - love.

You wonder if you should even attempt to win at this point. But you don’t have to wonder for long as Chaekyung pulls her arm back and smashes an ace past you before you can react.

Game over.

Game, set, match.

Chaekyung wins resoundingly in this final set. You are comprehensively beaten. The two of you walk to the net, shake hands, and then walk together to the bench at the side of the tennis court where you both have your belongings laid out. As you both sit and drink from your water bottles, Chaekyung looks over at you with a twinkle in her eye.

“So, I win. And you have to do something for me.”

“Yep, so what it’ll be? A drink, a meal, something else?”

“Something else, something better.” Chaekyung shifts along the bench, moving closer to you. Only your gym bag separates you form her. “Something I think both of us will enjoy.”

You note that her voice is growing a little lower, a little softer.

“And what might that be?”

Chaekyung pushes your gym bag off the bench, a couple of towels and a change of clothing spilling out onto the ground. You ignore that, because Chaekyung has now sidled up right next to you and places her hand on your inner thigh. The contact immediately elicits a reaction from your cock, which slowly begins to harden.

Chaekyung’s large eyes into your eyes longingly, biting her lips. “Fuck me. Here and now.”

You are silent for a moment, trying to process her words. The sound of other people grunting and tennis balls being hit with force fills the air. No one’s is in the court next to yours but there are other people around playing tennis. You could get easily get caught by someone.

Chaekyung helps to push those thoughts out of your mind by clambering on top of you, sitting on top of one of your thighs. She starts to grind down on your thigh and you can feel the lacy fabric of her panties is soaked through, her wetness is leaking onto your skin. She lets out a soft groan of pleasure and one of her hands reaches down and starts to rub against the bulge forming in your tennis shorts.

“Look, you’re getting so hard and I’m getting so wet, we can kill two birds with one stone by fucking.”

You’ve had enough and all reason gets thrown out the window. “If you want to fuck so badly, then let’s.” You wrap one arm around Chaekyung’s waist and pull her closer so that you can press your lips against her soft ones, and your tongue follows up by invading her mouth. Her choice of flavoured lip gloss is interesting; you’re sure that you taste pineapple on her lips.

Chaekyung moans into the kiss, and her fingers seek out the waistband of your shorts and start to tug on them. Chaekyung breaks the kiss and gets off you so that you can get your shorts off. You stand up and drop the shorts, stepping out of them while Chaekyung bites on the hem of her skirt to lift it up and rubs herself through her panties in front of you.

“So, that moan earlier during the match. That was intentional?”

Chaekyung chuckles and smirks. “Yeah well, I didn’t think you would ever ask to fuck me if you won, so I made sure I won.”

“I had to ask, because you see, cheaters should be punished. Even in a friendly game. There was even a wager involved, after all.”

Chaekyung looks excited to hear that line from you, licking her lips in anticipation even as she continues to play with herself. “Please punish me. I definitely deserve it; I’ve been a very, very naughty girl.”

“Yes, you have and yes I most certainly will. Because you cheated, I technically win, and so you have to do what I wish instead. Any objections?”

She shakes her head. Good.

You grab Chaekyung by her free hand and guide her over to the thin metal bars that serve as the fencing for the tennis courts. You stand behind her and press her sweaty body lightly into the fence with your body. Chaekyung’s hands grab onto the bars for support as you reach one hand over to her front and start to rub her pussy.

On the far end of the other tennis court the both of you are looking into, is a man doing some repair work on the fencing at that end.

“Chaekyung, look over there. You see that man working at the fence?” Chaekyung moans softly as she nods slightly. “Good. Now, we’re going to be good and not disturb the man working over there. If you get too loud, there will be consequences. Do you understand?” You’re not entirely serious, of course, but this was good fun.

“Yes…” Chaekyung whimpers as your fingers slide inside of her warm and wet pussy.

As your fingers start to rub her clit, Chaekyung whines in needy pleasure but you cut the whine off with a sharp spank on her ass. “Shhh…I told you that we shouldn’t be disturbing others.”

You continue to fingerfuck Chaekyung with one hand, spanking her butt cheeks whenever she gets too loud, and each slap on her ass drawing more restrained moans from her. Her butt gets more and more pink from the sharp smacks you land on her soft skin. Your other hand undoes her sports bra and massages her sweaty breasts, feeling how firm, slick and soft they are under your touch. This continues on for a few minutes until she looks back at you pleadingly. “I need you so bad, please fuck me. Please.”

“I take it you don’t get much cock in a women’s university.” Chaekyung nods desperately, wanting you to just impale her on your shaft already.

You oblige, having been eager to be inside her yourself. Pulling her soaked panties to the side, you position yourself at her slit, rubbing along it before suddenly driving your cock inside of her pussy, as deep as you can. Her tightness gets in the way of this but does make it that much more pleasurable for your cock. With both of you standing almost upright, you can’t go too deep, but it is enough to make Chaekyung yelp at the pain and pleasure. And instead of spanking her again, you bring a hand to her throat from behind, lightly choking her.

“If you can’t keep quiet by yourself, I’ll just have to help you out.” You breathe into her ear.

With one hand squeezing her breasts and the other around her neck, you roughly fuck Chaekyung, slamming your length into her over and over until her body tenses and her orgasm hits. You feel her pussy muscles contract around your cock and her juices flowing freely around your shaft.

Chaekyung’s climax is silent as your fingers tighten around her neck, and no sound is heard except for the lewd wet noises of your cock forcefully fucking her through her orgasm. When her body slackens and you think her orgasm has passed, you let go of her neck and she pants heavily. You pull out of Chaekyung and whilst dripping her juices all over the floor, she turns to the bench and sits down while breathing heavily.

“Ah, but we’re not done yet, Chaekyung.”

You get a good grip of the base of Chaekyung’s ponytail with one hand and lightly pull on it to guide her forward; off the bench, onto her knees and towards your cock, which is coated in her cum. Once the tip of your erection is in her mouth, your other hand keeps a firm but gentle pressure on the back of her head, urging her to keep going as deep as she can.

Chaekyung doesn’t need any encouragement to suck your cock though, devouring your entire throbbing length with much gusto. “Now that’s a good girl.” You coo as you stroke her hair while she bobs her head back and forth on your cock. You feel a wave of pleasure as your cock slides into Chaekyung’s throat over and over again; she’s doing her best to keep her gag reflexes at bay as she deepthroats you but the throat muscles naturally contract around your length.

She makes soft noises of satisfaction which soon change to loud erotic gurgles and gagging sounds as you start to fuck her face. Lots of short, rapid strokes as you roughly fuck her face without going too deep. It doesn’t take all that long before you blow your load into her mouth. Your fingers curl into her hair and hold tight, but Chaekyung makes no attempt to pull away, even as she gags and chokes on your cum flowing into her mouth and throat. You feel her throat muscles swallow around you, coaxing out more of your sperm.

When you come down from your high, you let go of Chaekyung, who pulls back from your cock, white liquid dripping from her lips and onto her breasts. The golden rays of the setting sun, the sheen of sweat on Chaekyung’s skin, the post-sex glow on her face, her messy, tousled hair and your milky cum dripping from her mouth and chin onto her heaving chest…you don’t think you’ve ever seen a better sight.

Chaekyung gets up to her feet, retrieving her sports bra from the ground and putting it on without cleaning up the white mess residing on her chest. You can still see a bit of white squeezed in between her cleavage. It makes you feel oddly satisfied, happy to see her wearing your cum almost like an odd badge of honour.

“You’re not cleaning up?” You ask as you put your tennis shorts back on.

“I am. Want to join me in the shower?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“My place, yours…or maybe a more public bathroom?” Chaekyung winks as she teasingly brushes a hand over your chest.

“You can decide. I’ll soap you up anywhere you want.”

“Let’s go, we can decide as we walk.”

The two of you pack all of your scattered belongings and then leave the tennis court as well as the unknowing man working on the fence behind. The thought of soaping up her large tits and water running all over her body excites you. You can’t wait to be off on hot, soapy shower sex adventures with Chaekyung.  

Tags: chaekyung smut, Yoon Chaekyung smut, april chaekyung smut, april smut, reader insert, male reader

Diner Date

Pairing - Yves (Ha Sooyoung) x Male Reader

Words - 4202

Sins - Smut, teasing, footsie, oral, public sex, exhibitionism, clothed sex, noona kink, handjob, anal.

So this took a little longer than I had anticipated, and should have been up a while ago but I’m having troubles with my ISP. So I know that there was some anticipation for this sequel to Donation (which you can read first if you haven’t or need a refresher at this link), and I hope it doesn’t disappoint!

Anyway, on the flip side, this is also the longest work I have here so far! Okay, you’ve waited long enough, so I hope you enjoy this!

A part of you had wondered. Maybe Yves, the medical intern who helped you with getting your sperm sample, was just doing her job. Maybe she didn’t mean it when she said she wanted to suck your cock badly and that she wanted to arrange for, in her own words, “a facefucking appointment”.

All of that was put to rest very quickly. A week on from your appointment to donate your sperm, Yves has had phone sex with you on three of the past nights. Two of those were video calls, one of the video calls had a striptease followed by her humping a pillow she placed a dildo on, and the other one was of her deepthroating a dildo while nude for you to see.

Oh, and don’t forget the ten-minute long audio recording she sent you of herself masturbating till orgasm all while softly moaning your name, on the night of the very first day you met her.

So yeah, she definitely wasn’t kidding about being friends with benefits. For the past couple of nights though, you’ve had no calls and no recordings. But you did have plans to meet up. And Yves sent you a message saying that she wanted to make sure you had plenty of cum for her for when you met up.

Which all helps explain why you were entering an American-style diner novelty restaurant in a quiet part of Seoul a little bit after nine at night. Yves set the location and the time, saying that her friend owned the restaurant.

As you walk into the restaurant, you look around for Yves. The restaurant is quite empty right now, there is one young male waiter behind the counter and a young couple at one corner table. A Taylor Swift song softly plays over the speakers. And on the opposite side of the restaurant, is Yves seated at a somewhat private corner booth seat. Your eyes meet, and a sly smirk quickly adorns Yves’ face. She beckons you over with a finger.

You walk over to take a seat across from Yves, who is dressed in casual clothing: a white tee, oversized red jacket, a short and tight black mini-skirt, black socks that started just above the knee and white sneakers. As you reach the table and sink into your red pleather seat, you can’t help but notice and admire the way the roughly knee-length socks accentuate Yves’ slender legs so well, ending off where her thighs started and not far from the hem of her short skirt.

“Eyes up here.” You quickly tear your eyes away from under the table to see Yves chuckling at your reaction. “You’ve only just arrived and you’re already only interested in what’s under my skirt? Give my face some credit!”

“Sorry. I’d happily give your face as much as attention as you want, for however long you want.”

“That’s a good boy.” Yves coos coyly in reply. “I like that idea. Very, very much.” She then passes you a menu. “But first, since you’re here, do you want or need to order anything?”

You only just notice that there’s a small plate of thick crinkle-cut French fries sitting on the table with what looks like a white mayo dip. Yves grabs one thick, fat fry and slowly, deliberately, places the tip of the fry against her lips. Her mouth then parts to give it entry and you watch as the crinkle cut fry disappears into her mouth, one ridge at a time. It stops halfway in, and then slowly reverses direction right before Yves suddenly shoves it all the way in and it disappears from sight.

“No, I had my dinner earlier before coming over.” You mutter distractedly as you keep your eyes on Yves picking up another fry. This one goes into the mayo dip and Yves makes sure it is slathered in a generous amount before sticking it into her mouth. Naturally, a fair amount of the white sauce ends up on and around her lips. You remember the video call you had with Yves where she deepthroated a dildo. She ended that one by having yogurt dribble out of her lips, down her chin and onto her naked body.

Eye glinting naughtily, Yves leans forward in her seat toward you. “I don’t have a mirror on me, think you could maybe help me clean up?”

You take the hint and your hand rises to Yves’ lips, slowly tracing them with your thumb as you wipe the white mayo off her lips. And when you’re done, Yves takes your thumb into her mouth, sucking on it.

And as Yves sucks on your thumb, you feel the friction of her foot suddenly press against the inner side of your ankle. You sneak a quick look below the table and see that Yves has slipped the sneaker off one foot, her long leg outstretched and her foot gently rubbing against you. The foot brushes up against you as it slowly travels upward. She pauses every now and again to rub up and down on the spot against your leg before travelling ever upward.

Yves keeps eye contact with you throughout, even as she suddenly takes your thumb into her mouth all the way to the knuckle and as her foot rubs up against your inner thigh now. You involuntarily release a sigh of pleasure when her foot finally rubs up against the bulge starting to form in your pants.

Your outburst helps you suddenly remember that there are other people around and that you’re in public. Quickly looking around, you see that the other couple can’t see what you’re doing from their seat, but the server at the counter certainly can. In fact, you think he kind of looks away the moment you look around. You’re not entirely sure if he saw, but it sure seems like it.

“Maybe we should do this later elsewhere? Somewhere a little more private?”

Yves pulls away from your thumb to answer. “This is exactly the reason why we’re here. We’re not going anywhere together after this.” Her tongue flicks out and caresses the tip of your index finger. “I’ve brought my roommate here quite a few times. Had her sit next to me, my hand in her panties. I got her squirming and panting.”

Your imagination naturally tries to envision Yves sitting next to another girl, fingering her while the girl tries to stay quiet. Yves pushes her foot a little more strongly into your bulge, cutting into your thoughts. “Don’t you want to be squirming and panting with me?” Her voice takes on a lower, suggestive tone.

You try to keep your cool despite Yves’ every attempt to turn up the heat. “I think I saw the server watching us.”

Yves has a coy smile on her face. “Him? He’s watched me make my roommate cum in her pants a few times. This is nothing.” Yves continues to rub her foot, covered in that long sock, against your crotch throughout the conversation. “I’ve done this enough times with people I bring here. He knows what to expect. When I’m here, he always keeps one eye on me. I bet he goes back home and jerks off to me.”

Yves is being extremely open about her sexuality with you, and it’s both exceedingly exciting to listen to and also leaving you finding it hard to find words to speak with, since you’ve never met someone so openly sexual. “I bet he does. I would too, in his shoes.”

You feel Yves manage to get a grip on your pants zipper with her toes and start to pull down. “I did give him a birthday blowjob one night after work, when he was working here on his birthday. I felt a little bad for him, always watching, never able to touch. And so, I gave him a little present.” Yves chuckles. “Besides, it didn’t take very long.”

You aren’t sure if the server is listening in or if he even can from his position, but you swear you can feel him watching you from the corner of his eye. Well, not watching you, watching Yves. And you’re sure Yves can feel it as well as she picks up a glass of milk from the table; you’re sure that milk is a deliberate choice too. Yves throws her head back and shows off her neck before she takes a drink of way too much milk at one go, causing some to spill from her chin. Her lips stained with white, and droplets of white liquid dripping off her chin and running down her neck, Yves is a vision of not-very-subtle erotic beauty.

Yves leans forward a little. “Oops, looks like I made a mess again. Clean me?”

Your hand starts to reach for her face but Yves gently grabs your hand and caresses it softly with her slender fingers. “Don’t waste the milk, use your mouth.” You follow her instructions and lean forward as well. Your lips meet hers and your tongue hungrily slips into her mouth. You can taste the milk on her tongue as she meets your tongue with her own. Yves moans softly into the kiss as you both devour each other’s mouths with increasing passion and lust.

As the two of you kiss over the table, and the server probably watches, you feel Yves’ foot now rubbing against the straining fabric of your underwear. You’re not sure how long the two of you kiss for, nor how long her foot presses against your trapped cock, but eventually Yves pulls both her lips and foot away.

Yves flashes you a devilish grin, licking her lips. “Let’s give him a show.” Yves crawls and gets on her knees under the table before you can react. As you look to see if anyone is watching, you feel her fingers pull on your underwear and pants, just enough so that your throbbing cock can finally be free of its cloth prison. You scoot back in your seat to give Yves better access to you and your cock.

You have just enough wits about you to realise that the other couple must have left the restaurant sometime while you were kissing, as their table is empty. The server is staring unnaturally and stiffly straight ahead, so you’re fairly sure he’s watching out of the corner of his eye, or maybe via a reflection.

Meanwhile, Yves has her warm fingers wrapped around your length as her wet tongue laps at your tip. “I love the scent of your cock.” Yves whispers, and you can feel her hot breath on the sensitive head of your erection. At this point you don’t care if anyone’s watching as you stare transfixed into Yves’ electrifying eyes as she takes your cock into her mouth. The server must have turned the music off, the only thing you can hear is Yves giving you the blowjob of your life.

“Mmph…glug…”

Yves deepthroats you in one swift, sudden motion, taking the entire length of your erect cock into her warm, wet mouth and throat, her face buried in your crotch. She stays there for a while, letting her tight throat swallow around you, using the contractions to pleasure you. And then slowly Yves begins to bob up and down on your cock, her tongue flicking around inside, caressing the underside of your dick, or playing along the slit of your penis.

As you stare down at Yves, who hasn’t broken eye contact with you, you break that contact for a moment as you realise that one of her hands is massaging her breasts through her top and the other is under her skirt, presumably inside her pussy. She moans rather loudly, causing pleasurable vibrations to flow into your cock. She really seems to be loving this show she’s putting on, uncaring of her volume.

It doesn’t take awfully long before you feel the familiar build-up rising through your shaft as Yves continues to lick, suck and deepthroat you.

“Fuck…Yves, I’m going to cum!” You pant out as Yves increases the pace of her bobbing, eyes gazing lustfully into yours. Soon after, your climax hits and it is probably the most intense orgasm you have ever had.

Your hands instinctively grab hold of the top of Yves’ head and hold it down even as your hips twitch and rise off the seat to fuck her throat. Yves does not gag and does not push back against you, her throat muscles continuing to massage you as you finish inside her. Lewd sloppy noises fill the air.

“Gulg…gugh…”

You thrust upward several times while her nose is forcefully pressed down against your groin, a couple seconds between each thrust, and with every thrust you shoot a thick load of sperm that coats her throat and mouth.

After your last thrust and eruption, you sink back into your seat, worn out and very much satisfied. Yves isn’t satisfied yet however, as she continues to lick and suck your deflating cock clean as you slowly stroke her hair and brush it into place, having roughed it up earlier. When she finally pulls her head off your very slick but otherwise clean cock, you see that saliva has dribbled down her chin and a string of it still connects her lips to the head of your dick.

“That was the best cum I’ve tasted.” Yves whispers as she licks her lips. “Better than his, definitely.” She doesn’t move her head or point at him, but her eyes move in his direction and you know she’s talking about the server. Yves crawls back to her seat opposite you and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You take a rest first, but there’s a second round later. I still want you to fuck me.” You’re not going to argue against that idea.

Leaning back in her seat, Yves lifts up her short skirt to reveal that she’s not wearing any underwear and she’s also very wet and slick below. She drops it back down after a few seconds. Your cock may be spent, but it responds to the erotic sight with a twitch and hardens slightly.

“I’m going to go and convince him to close early, since they have no customers anyway. This place normally closes at ten.” Yves puts her sneaker back on, gets up from her seat and walks over to the counter to talk to the server. You take a swig of the glass of milk that Yves had to help cool down then quickly check the time, and it’s already twenty minutes to ten. You’ve spent about half an hour with Yves already, but it seemed to go by so quickly. Time flies when you’re getting seduced and sucked off, apparently.

You look over at the counter and see that Yves is smiling suggestively at the server and looking down under the counter. You assume he has a noticeable hardon down there.

“Closing 15 minutes early is nothing…and I’ll make sure you get something out of it too…”

The server is already turning most of the lights off along with the cameras in the store. Yves turns and winks at you. He steps out from behind the counter, and you quickly notice he definitely got hard watching and listening to what Yves was doing to you, and walks over to the door to change the sign at the door from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’ and then lock it. What he doesn’t realise, but you do as you look on, is that Yves is following quietly behind him to the door.

The moment the door is locked and he turns, Yves presses her body up against his and she pins him against the glass door, her hand grabbing and massaging the bulge in his pants.

You stand up and shift to a closer seat to get a better view; you know this display is meant to help get you hard again, along with getting the store closed early.

“Did you like watching noona? Noona got so wet knowing that you were watching me…” Yves speaks soft and low, her voice drips with want. You can hear her because it’s very quiet now. The young server nods and swallows nervously.

Yves’ deft fingers have his pants unzipped and his cock standing erect in no time. He tries to resist for a brief moment, knowing that anyone passing by can see him through the door despite it being darker with most of the lights off. But Yves swiftly robs him of any resistance as one hand pushes down on his chest against the door and the other lifts up her skirt to give him a good view as she steps forward and rubs her pussy lips along his length.

“Do you like that? Noona didn’t lie, feel how wet I am…” Yves gently presses her folds down on the server’s throbbing cockhead, letting him slip just a little inside her and drawing a low groan from him. She pulls her pussy away and removes the hand on his chest before wrapping it around his cock. Yves starts to slowly stroke him, lubricated by her own pussy juices.

“Touch me, feel me…” You watch as Yves briefly stops her handjob to bring one of his hands to her chest before resuming. He eagerly uses both hands to squeeze and massage her chest, drawing low groans from her.

“Cum for noona, noona wants to see you make a mess on her.” Yves urges as she buries her face in his neck, nibbling, licking, and kissing him there. Yves increases the speed at which she is jerking him off as she now maintains eye contact with him, licking and biting her lips as she keeps muttering sweet nothings and moaning softly to urge him on to his orgasm. Her thumb rubs across his sensitive tip, drawing out moans as she pumps away and brings him closer to cumming.

“Noona, I’m going to-!” The server groans loudly as his hands clench hard around Yves’ breasts. Yves tugs hard and fast as spurts of white erupt and land on her thighs and on the upper areas of her long black socks. Her hands get a lot of it too. She continues to pump him, getting everything out as he pants and leans back into the door.

“Good boy, look, you made a mess of noona’s socks…looks like I’ll be wearing your cum home tonight.” Yves gives him a quick peck on the lips before she turns back to you. Watching all this, you’re hard and ready for another go.

“I’ll clean up first, give me a minute.” Yves raises a cum-covered hand and walks off to the restroom. As you settle into your seat, the server gets his clothes back in order before disappearing into the back of the restaurant.

Yves is back in a jiffy, having cleaned up her hands, thighs and somewhat of her socks. There’s still a little bit of white, but she either couldn’t get it out or quite possibly, chose to leave it there on purpose.

“I don’t wanna waste time, let’s get to it, I’ve been wet for so long without any attention.”

Yves pulls out a condom and tears open the packaging. “Don’t worry, it’s very thin. Also, some guys I fuck find it strange I make them wear a condom. Then I remind them that I’m a doctor and they’re strangers I don’t know well. Safe sex is a given!” She almost sounds indignant, like they were doubting her professionalism.

“Go ahead, no complaints from me.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t have any…” Yves places the condom at your tip and then uses her mouth to pull the condom down over your cock, her tongue nimbly assisting her lips and teeth in pushing and pulling it down to the base of your cock, inadvertently deepthroating you at the same time.

It feels wonderful regardless of the condom, but her deepthroating without the condom would have the edge you think to yourself. Yves sucks on you for a short while before getting up and sinking down upon your length as you sit down.

Yves takes you all the way to the hilt, wrapping her arms and legs around you, hugging and French kissing you passionately. You both moan and groan into the kiss as you thrust upward and she moves her hips downwards, bouncing on your cock. The experience is everything you imagined it to be when you were masturbating to her while watching her video calls or listening to her recording, tight, hot, and wet. The two of you are more or less fully clothed while Yves even has a jacket on, and thus you are both also sweaty messes at this point.

But then suddenly, Yves stops. “Let’s change it up.” She pants softly as she gets up and turns her back to you before slowly sinking down on your cock, lubed up by her juices, again. Only this time, your cock presses against her asshole and very slowly sinks in as Yves adjusts to your size. You let her take control, not wanting to hurt her with sudden movements, and the overwhelming tightness of her ass has you groaning out loud.

“God, Yves, you’re so tight!”

Your hands go around to the front and slip under her tee, which is when you realise that not only is Yves not wearing any panties, she’s not wearing any underwear altogether. Your hands go and play with her nipples, tweaking and teasing, and you cup and squeeze her breasts as well. They’re not incredibly large but are soft and firm as well as fit very well in your hands.  Yves whines as you do all this while she slowly fucks herself upon your dick while holding onto the table in front of her for support.

After a short while, most of your cock is inside Yves and soon she is bouncing along on your cock at a regular pace and you start thrusting up into her as well. You have one hand go down to her clit and start to rub it as well, starting a two-pronged assault to bring Yves to climax. Wetness from her pussy coats your fingers and seeps down to your cock as you pound into her.

Yves is just crying out in pleasure now, as your cock slams into the nerves in her ass and your fingers pleasure her clit and her nipples and you can also feel another orgasm building up in you from how tight she is.

A few more thrusts later, Yves slams her hips down one last time and her body clenches and stiffens as the orgasm rocks her senses and body. That includes her anal muscles now squeezing your cock for cum, which in turn brings you over the edge. A rush of hot liquid flows over your fingers even as you fire into the condom inside her.

The two of you stay like that for a short while before Yves slowly clambers off you. The tightness of her ass means that the condom is nearly pulled off your cock as well, but it just barely manages to stay on. Yves collapses into the seat next to you and her hands pull your face in to share a long and deep kiss with lots of tongue. You taste each other’s mouths for a long while. You don’t think you could ever get bored of it.

Yves eventually stops kissing and gets on her knees in front of you again and pulls the condom off you, pouring the contents onto her outstretched tongue, swallowing all of that and then sticking her tongue into the condom to get a bit more. And only after that, does she clean up your spent cock with her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Yves.” You manage to get out as you wait your breath to return. Yves nods and winks naughtily.

“I did say you wouldn’t be disappointed.” She licks your cock again. “Not much better than fresh cum and a sweaty cock. I made a damned good choice at the sperm bank.”

“So did I.” You laugh as you put your cock back into your underwear and get your pants zipped up.

As Yves gets to her feet, she pulls her phone out of a jacket pocket and waves it at you. “Video call later? I want to shower and wash all this sweat off with you.”

You chuckle and nod. You absolutely cannot wait.

“Don’t bathe until I call.” Yves gives you a peck on the cheek as the two of you prepare to leave.

You hear the sound of the cash register being opened and realise that the server is there, changed out of his uniform. “I have to count the day’s takings, don’t mind me.”

Yves and you both crack up, wondering how much of your sex session he saw. When you get out on the street, you share a quick selfie together outside the store for memory’s sake and then you part ways.

At least, until you see each other in the shower via video call again later.

Tags: Loona smut, Yves smut, Ha Sooyoung smut, reader insert, male reader

Cream

Pairing - Irene (Bae Joohyun) x Male Reader

Words - 2293

Sins - Smut, clothed sex, mutual masturbation

So it’s probably past Irene’s birthday already in all time zones, going by KST I’m about 13-14 hours late to post this during March 29, but a belated happy birthday to Bae Joohyun anyway! So I decided to write two works of her as a birthday special. The first is here, and the second is a female reader insert with a different plot that also ties in with the birthday theme, but that one will be up later as I rushed to finish at least one ASAP. I’m of course, still working on other works as well!

Birthday gifts. They’re one of the hardest things to find in the world. At least, they are if you care about the reaction of the person receiving it. And when that person is the love of your life, you care a lot. Of course, they’re hard enough to get for most people. When your girlfriend is a businesswoman rich enough to buy damn near anything she could possibly want, it just gets harder.

Two whole months before her birthday, you started looking for gifts. Weeks of trawling online shopping websites and apps gave you nothing. And so, you went out. Went into malls and shops and listened to recommendations from people selling shoes, dresses, gems and more. Didn’t find anything that felt right. About a week before a birthday, you finally settled on something. You would have to personally make the gift for her.

Which explains why you were in the kitchen baking a red velvet cake on the morning of your girlfriend’s birthday. You knew that her favourite type of cake was red velvet and you spent a lot of timing poring over online recipes to select what would hopefully be the best one. Will she like it? You certainly hope so.

You lived together but she was out working, so you had the house to yourself. You were done by lunch, so you spent some time after lunch getting some chores done, cleaning the house and such. And then you prepared dinner and packed it up for your girlfriend, Irene. She had earlier told you that she would be working late. And that is why you packed the cake in a box and bringing along with the food for dinner, dropped by her company to surprise her.

You eventually arrive at her company, navigating your way through the offices and workspaces. You find the rest of her entirely female team working outside her office. You know them well and have met them on many occasions. You gently knock a couple times on a desk. The four young women look up from their computers.

“Oh, you’re here for Irene? She’s in her office.”

“Sorry ladies, can I borrow her for about forty-five minutes? It’s her birthday, I baked her a cake and she hasn’t had dinner.”

The four of them shoo you towards Irene’s office. “Yeah, we know. Go, we won’t disturb you for a bit, don’t worry!”

“Thanks girls.”

You walk over to Irene’s office and knock on the door.

“Is that you Joy? Come in.” You hear your girlfriend’s voice, a little muffled by the door, mistaking you for one of her subordinates outside. You open the door and walk in, closing it shut behind you. You stand at the door, looking at Irene reading some sort of document with her back to you.

You’ve always wondered you have been lucky enough to have such a wonderful woman as your girlfriend. Irene turns heads. All heads. She’s not tall but knows how to make her legs look long and the word most people use to describe her face is ‘goddess’. Large eyes, fair skin, long sharp nose, long smooth dark hair. The fact that she’s a tough as nails businesswoman who’s very sweet in private only adds to her charm.

Irene’s dressed simply today, just a simple long-sleeved white shirt and short pink skirt plus heels of the same colour today. The skirt has a slit at the side that shows you more of those smooth thighs you enjoy caressing so much, a detail which you appreciate. But she’s gorgeous no matter what she wears, and even when she’s wearing nothing at all.

“Joy, do you have the- “

Irene’s voice stops short as she realises that her boyfriend has just walked in. Her mouth opens a little in surprise, but she recovers quickly and a smile graces those incredibly kissable red lips of hers.

“What are you doing here, baby?”

You raise the bag that contains the food you prepared for her. “Hi, bae. I brought dinner.” You call her “bae” as an affectionate nickname, but mostly because it’s a play on her surname of “Bae”. You’re the only person in the world she allows to call her that. And only in private.

Irene walks over to you and glances at the large box you’re carrying. “And that?”

“It’s cake, don’t tell me you forgot it’s your birthday today!”

“Oh, where did you buy it from? There’s no branding on the box.”

You grin and pass the box into Irene’s hands. “I didn’t buy it. I baked it this morning.” Irene’s face brightens. “You baked it?” She opens the box and looks inside. “And it’s red velvet cake too.” She doesn’t say anymore, but you can tell that she’s happy.

You bring the food over to a glass coffee table at a seating area that Irene uses when hosting guests in her office. Irene follows you and sits down on a red couch as you unpack all the food. She goes for the cake first though, taking a few bites of it. As she eats, you stand behind the couch and lean over, massaging her shoulders. Irene sighs in contentment.

“Long day?”

She nods as your fingers squeeze her shoulder muscles. You can feel her relaxing under your hands.

“What about you?”

“Just baking and cooking. A bit of this and that. Nothing too bad. Nothing compared to you, I’m sure.”

“Working in the house can be tiring too. The cake’s really good, by the way. But it’s missing a little something.”

“Like what?” Feedback was good, you could take it and make something better for her next time. Irene turns her head to the side, half-facing you. “I think it could use some cream.”

You furrow your brow at this. There was already a healthy amount of cream on the surface of the cake. “But there’s already-ah.” Irene chose that moment to have one of her hands reach out to one of your hands, guide it off her shoulder and bring it to her mouth. You were completely distracted and didn’t resist, barely noticing that it happened.

And then Irene starts to slide one of your fingers in and out of her warm and wet mouth, her tongue brushing against the underside of it every time it slides in. You watch for a good thirty seconds or so before she then turns to face you fully and stands up. There is a dark glint in her eyes. You know this look. You watch her undo the top three buttons of her shirt, giving you glimpses of the lacy white bra she’s wearing today.

Oh, you know what kind of cream she wants from you now. You can feel yourself start to harden down below.

Irene wordlessly reaches out with one hand, grabs your collar and pulls you in to smash her lips against yours. Her tongue pushes past any resistance from your lips, overpowering your tongue in moments. Her kiss is sweet; the taste of the red velvet cake you baked lingers on her tongue and in her mouth.

Still joined at the mouth, you climb over the couch, stepping on it as you make your way to be on the same side as Irene. Once there, one of your hands reflexively finds its way to a butt cheek and squeezes it while you wrap your other arm around her waist. Irene moans softly into your kiss. When you finally break the kiss, Irene and you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment. And then she wraps her arms around your neck, holding onto your shoulders, hugging you close and whispers into your ear.

“Let’s make this quick; I still need to have dinner and work after this.”

“The door’s not locked.” You try to pull away to go to the door and lock it but Irene holds you back.

“I don’t care. Now.”

You nod and Irene wraps her legs around your waist as you carry her over to a mostly empty table at the side of the room. You sit her down on it and her legs release their grip on your waist. One of your hands runs up along her legs and sneaks inside her skirt between her thighs.

As your fingers caress her smooth inner thighs, Irene has one of her hands massage the growing bulge in your pants for a bit before she unzips them and has her hand slip inside your pants. Your fingers reach the lacy fabric of the G-string thong she’s wearing, her fingers find purchase on the waistband of your underwear. Irene’s always loved wearing G-string underwear, they make her feel sexy and in her own words, “she loves the feeling of something between her ass cheeks”.

You slip your fingers around the thin barrier of the thong and into Irene’s slick pussy, she shivers and bites her lower lip. Her fingers respond in kind, and they pull down the cloth that kept your erection imprisoned. Irene starts to stroke your cock with one hand, gentle and slow for now. Your thumb gently teases Irene’s clitoris and your other hands journeys into her partially unbuttoned shirt, diving beneath the bra to find a hardened nipple. You roll it between two fingers even as another two fingers bend and wriggle down below.

Irene starts increasing the speed of her handjob, stroking ever faster, urged on by your hands. On your part, you start to piston your fingers into her dripping core as best as you can within the confines of her tight skirt. Irene can’t hold back and starts to moan louder; you frantically send your hand from her breast over to cover her mouth to muffle her. Her subordinates are working just outside; you prefer to keep it quiet.

After a good minute or so of muffled moaning into your hand, Irene uses her free hand to pull yours off her mouth. She stares at you with a dark lust clouding her face. “Fuck me.”

You scramble to oblige. Your fingers leave Irene’s pussy, drawing a soft mewl of desire from her, and they grab hold of her panties to pull them down her legs. Once they reach the ankles, Irene has one heeled foot slip out of them and she leaves the underwear dangling from the other ankle. She unclasps her skirt to loosen it and make it easier to hike it up her thighs to give your cock access to her wet cunt.

You pull Irene closer to you, sitting her on the edge of the table, spread her legs as widely as you possibly can with her skirt still on, and then you slide your cock inside of her. Irene’s tight, wet pussy is a familiar feeling, but it only gets better the more you’re inside her.

Your hips start to piston and your cock pounds as deep as you can manage into Irene’s pussy. One of Irene’s most sensitive spots is her neck, so you bury your face into her neck and take in the scent of her perfume. You taste the slight bit of sweat that has formed on her skin. Your licking and nibbling has Irene loudly groaning again so your mouth kisses its way up her neck until you find her lips and muffle her mouth with yours.

You can feel your climax approaching but Irene’s comes first as she suddenly goes still, and her nails threaten to tear your shirt as her fingers clench around your shoulders. The warm rush of Irene’s juices flowing around your cock combined with her pussy walls constricting your cock sends you over the edge and you also unload a few spurts into her without warning, mixing your cum with hers.

The two of you take a few moments to recover, each peppering the other with soft kisses all over the other’s skin as you do so. When you finally pull out, Irene slides herself off the edge of the table to get on her knees and starts to clean your cock by sucking it clean of your mixed cum.

“There’s not much cream here.” Irene pouts cutely after she finishes with your shaft.

You can only chuckle at that as you slip your spent cock back into your pants. “Happy birthday, Joohyun.”

Irene flashes you a wide smile as she gets back to her feet and slips her thong back on. “Thank you, for everything that you do, baby. You should go home and rest…” She leans and breathes into your ear. “…you also owe me more cream tonight, I’m not satisfied.”

You help Irene button her shirt and give her a peck on the cheek and whisper back. “I feed you cream for skincare and food nearly every night, when will you ever be satisfied?” You step back and wave goodbye to her. “Make sure you have your dinner before you go back to work, okay? I’ll see you at home tonight.”

You turn back for a last look at Irene as you reach the door and her lips mouth the word ‘Never’ very slyly at you. You laugh and push the door open. And walk straight into all four of Irene’s subordinates standing outside the room with very flush faces. You intuitively gather that they’ve been listening in.

“Good night everyone, don’t work too late tonight. I’ll be off now.” To spare both you and the ladies awkwardness, you quickly excuse yourself and walk hurriedly to the elevator.

Once you are alone in the elevator, your thoughts turn to home. Looks like you’ll be giving Irene an additional birthday gift of cream tonight. It turns out that you didn’t need to look very far to find the perfect birthday gift for your girlfriend.

Tags: red velvet smut, bae joohyun smut, irene smut, reader insert, male reader, red velvet irene smut

Donation

Pairing - Yves (Ha Sooyoung) x Male Reader

Words - 3133

Sins - Smut, mutual masturbation, sumata

So Loona got their first music show win over a week ago and I was hoping to put out a Loona fic before a week was up, but better late than never, I guess! I’ve been running through so many ideas and have so many half-written fics these days. Congrats to Loona! Also, this one is going to have a follow-up sequel although that might not come out immediately. Lastly, stay safe from COVID-19 everyone!

Sperm donation. You had heard that there was some money in it for you, you made an appointment and so here you are, listening to a very attractive medical intern talk to you about all the steps to go through to become a donor. Long dark hair, thick pouty lips, cat-like eyes, sharp nose and narrow jawline. The doctor’s coat over her collared long-sleeved white blouse doesn’t show off her figure very well, but her skirt is quite short and highlights her legs effectively. You look over the lanyard tag she is wearing to find her name. Yves Ha Sooyoung.

“So, we need to do some tests before we can accept your donation. We will be taking blood samples from you to check for genetic conditions and infectious diseases. We will also need a sample of your semen for testing. We will get both of those from you today. There will also be a recorded interview and psychological evaluation, which we will arrange for another day.”

Standing across the reception counter from her, you nod your way through her words, your eyes focused on her pretty face. The intern picks up the form you filled out when you first arrived with all your personal details. “So, your ethnicity and nationality are both Korean, your place of residence is in Seoul, you are single and have never used any drugs and no known drug allergies. Okay, did you bring your personal and family medical history?”

You hand over a few sheets of paper in a large manila envelope, they had told you to bring all these documents when you were arranging the appointment on the phone. “Thank you, now I need to make sure that you have not had sex or masturbated in the past 72 hours. Have you?”

They had also mentioned this requirement on the phone. “No, I have not.”

Yves smiles politely at your answer. “Good, you’ll need to repeat that again before the actual day of the donation. We will arrange for that if you pass all the necessary tests. We will be getting the sperm sample first, and then we will draw your blood after, just in case you feel weak after drawing blood and need to rest. Please follow me.” The pretty intern stands up from her seat behind the counter and walks down a hallway with you following behind.

She leads you to a small room with dark purple paint and blinds drawn over the glass panels serving as windows. There is a couch the same colour as the walls and a small glass table in front of the couch. on the table, you see hand sanitiser and anti-bacterial wet wipes. There is also a single “Do not disturb” sign that repeats its message in English, Korean, Chinese and Japanese, the type that a hotel might provide for guests. There is a small cabinet at the side of the walls that holds more supplies of hand sanitiser and wet wipes and there seems to be nothing else in the room.

Yves hands you a large glass vial with a cap for the opening. “Here you are. Feel free to take as long as you need, you can lock the door and there is the ‘Do not disturb’ sign that you can hang on the door as well. The room is soundproofed quite well, so any noise you make will not be heard from the outside. Let me know if you need anything else, if not, I’ll be at the counter outside.”

An immediate concern crosses your mind. “I’m really sorry if this question sounds weird, but is there any…uh, inspiration that I can use when getting this sample for you?” The question was awkward, but you’d heard about American sperm banks having porn in the rooms for this purpose. And it would be a much easier task with some form of stimulation beyond your imagination.

“It’s okay, we get this question a lot here. I’m very sorry, but as you know, all porn is illegal in Korea, so we can’t provide any. We used to have a few copies of magazines like Maxim Korea in the rooms, but they’ve all been either stolen, damaged or had pages torn out. And so we stopped providing them.” The look on the intern’s face is sorry as she bites on her lower lip while thinking of a way to help you.

You are about to tell her that it is fine and thank her for her help, but then she comes up with an unorthodox solution. It’s one that you like.

‘Well, this is not how we normally operate at all. But if you might have trouble with getting the sample…maybe I can stay and help you with that? Only if you don’t mind, of course. If you prefer to go at it alone, I can go wait outside.”

You didn’t expect that, but you are secretly thrilled at the prospect of Yves helping you. You nod. “I don’t mind at all. I’d love your help. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m glad for the company. Could do worse than have a stunning babe with me.”

She nods in response as a slight blush colours her cheeks. Yves picks up the ‘Do not disturb’ sign, hangs it on the doorknob, closes the door and locks it. As she turns back around to face you, she pulls out a white surgical glove and fits it over her right hand.

Yves walks up to you, biting her lip, hips swaying. When she reaches you, she gently takes the vial from you, places it on the table and then her demeanour changes entirely. There is a dark glint in her eye as she runs her hands over your chest, your abdomen and stopping at your groin. “Let’s begin extracting your semen. Doctor’s orders.” Yves gives you a soft squeeze as she lowers herself down to her knees, never breaking eye contact with you. You’re sure you are quite fine with her taking charge here.

Yves nuzzles her face against the growing bulge in your pants. The friction is pleasurable, and her teeth catch hold of the zipper and pull it down. She presses soft kisses upon the fabric separating your cock from her lips and sighs softly in satisfaction. “You know, I really like the musky scent of a cock. I mean, it would be terrible as a scented candle, but it’s wonderful for making me wet and horny.”

Every time her lips part, you can feel her hot breath on your member even through the fabric of your underwear. “It’s too bad I can’t give you a blowjob. We can’t risk contaminating the sample with my saliva.” Yves grabs your hands and guides them onto her head. Then she makes you press her head down against your bulge, her open mouth taking in the tip of your cock, but with an unusual condom of fabric around it. You can feel that her mouth is warm and wet, but the feeling is somewhat muted, dampened by your underwear. The sight of her lips open and taking you in is hot though.

Your hips can’t help but thrust forward slightly a couple of times for more pleasure. Yves lets go of your hands and stands back up, her hands undoing the buttons on her shirt. “We need to arrange for a facefucking appointment soon. I need to examine your cock independently of this donation process.”  She looks pointedly at the couch. “Sit down.”

You walk over and take a seat, joined by Yves sitting at your side, her black bra and incredibly toned abdomen exposed after she had unbuttoned her top. She notices you staring. She leans in and breathes into your ear. “Go ahead. Touch me.” You don’t need a second invitation. Your hands are immediately drawn to her body. Her abs are toned and hard, and she’s not even clenching them. “Damn, you must work out a lot.” You whisper as you slip your hands under her bra. Her breasts are soft but firm, her nipples harden at your touch and her skin is heated against your hand. You start to unclasp her bra straps. You want her naked now.

“I work out a bit, but I really just have a lot of sex, mostly with my roommate.” Yves smiles slyly as she helps you by removing her coat and shirt and tossing them to the floor. You have her bra off shortly after. “Female roommate?” You ask as you toss the bra to the floor.

Yves stands up, unclasps her skirt and steps out of it before bending down and pulling your pants and underwear off, revealing your erection standing at attention. “Yeah, I love pussy as much as you do. I know guys find that hot, but right now…right now I really need to control the urge to suck you off.”

Yves gets back on her knees and her tongue starts to lick all over your cock, starting from the base and going up but missing your swollen, throbbing cockhead. You notice that she also has one hand down her panties as she’s doing this, groaning softly in pleasure as she slathers your shaft with saliva. “I’m just going to get some lube here…” It still feels good, but the tip of your cock would really like some attention.

Once she has gotten your cock well-licked, Yves gets up and sits next to you on the couch again, and her gloved hand reaches over and starts to lightly stroke it. Her thumb runs over your sensitive tip, and you can’t help but shudder at the contact.

Her other hand takes a couple of your fingers and brings them to her mouth. Slowly she sucks on them, getting them wet with her saliva. And she never breaks eye contact, even as her other hand continues to slowly jerk you off. “Damn, your bedroom eyes are so sexy.” You groan as she takes your fingers all the way to the knuckle, her tongue wrapping itself around them.

A couple of minutes later, she removes them and pull your hand over to her silky black panties. “Don’t leave me out, why don’t you help me cum, get your hands working.” As you slide you hand into her panties, the first thing you notice is how wet she is. You gently press against her slick entrance and your fingers slide in with ease. “Fuck, it’s always better when it’s another person’s hand.” Yves mutters and then rewards you with a passionate kiss, moaning into it.

Her tongue slips into your mouth just long enough to brush teasingly against yours. It beckons your tongue to explore her mouth and withdraws back in. You oblige and your tongue slides straight in; to wrestle with hers on her own turf. Your fingers continue to fuck Yves and she increases the pace of her stroking as she gets more heated herself.

You break the kiss and your lips seek out her neck, taking in the scent of her shampoo as you do so, and you pepper her with soft nibbles and licks of her skin down from her neck until you reach a hardened nipple, which you happily take into your mouth. The sharp intake of breath she makes is music to your ears. You suck on her nipple as your fingers slide into her all the way to the knuckle and curl inside her.

The intern’s breathing is ragged and the only sounds coming from her mouth now are soft moans of “Oppa…’ as you alternate between attacking her two nipples and her sensitive neck with your lips. She’s given up on her handjob at this point, her hands instead finding purchase on the back of your head and neck. You sense that Yves is close to orgasm. And this is when you start running your thumb roughly over her engorged clit.

Yves runs her two hands into your hair and grabs it roughly as her entire body tenses, and then there is a strangled half-cry as she goes taut and cums all over your hand and her panties. You continue to fuck her with your fingers through her orgasm until her body relaxes and she flops down to the couch, spent.

As you remove your fingers from inside of her, Yves lies back, a contented smile on her face. “If that was what your fingers felt like, now I really can’t wait to be fucked by your cock.” She says breathlessly, as she winks at you. She leans in and gives you a peck on the lips as her hands help your remove the shirt you’re still wearing, tossing it onto the floor, which is, by now, littered with clothing from the both of you. “I need to do my job and get that sperm sample now.”

Yves sees that you’ve softened a little in her neglect and so wraps her gloved hand around your cock again, stroking quickly while her mouth attacks your nipples. In no time, you are fully hard again. She gets up to her feet, and one hand gently tugs on yours, urging you to stand with her. She picks the container for the sample off the table with the other.

You follow her to the wall, where she uses her free hand to push you up against it, and then she locks her thighs together and guides your cock into the smooth, damp space between her thighs and just below the panty-covered lips of her pussy. Aided by how slick her thighs are with a combination of sweat and pussy juices, your cock slides right into place. One gloved hand still holding onto the glass vial, she rests the other upon the wall for balance.

Yves has her near-naked body pressed up against your own body; her breasts rest against your chest and her hips are almost connected to yours. In this position, you can feel the heat and wetness of her pussy even through the thin, lacy fabric of her panties separating your shaft from direct contact with it. Your hands wander behind Yves and you rest one hand on the small of her back, the other grabs a generous amount of ass and pulls her that little bit closer to you. “Nice ass.”

“That’s what everyone says.”

Yves starts to rock her hips back and forth, fucking your cock with her thighs, and your hips also buck forward, unable to resist the friction of sliding across her smooth thighs. “The Japanese call this sumata. You know some men prefer fucking like this? Since it’s safer than normal sex and the pleasure is just as good.”

You are in no position to argue or answer as Yves increases her speed and her mouth roughly devours one of your nipples as well. You feel your orgasm slowly building and she correctly senses that her sperm sample will be arriving soon. “Are you going to cum soon, oppa?”

You nod as you squeeze her butt tighter. Yves pulls off you, which draws a frustrated low groan from you, but she quickly pulls you forward and swaps places with you. The sexy medical intern then bends over in front of you, still in her heels. “Not inside. Same as before, but this time, you do the fucking.”

“I have to do the hard work now?” You jokingly pretend to be annoyed, but in truth, the only thing you want to do right now is fuck Yves senseless until you’re both sweaty, exhausted messes.

As Yves locks her thighs together again, she places the container right at her crotch and holds onto the wall with the other hand. When you unload your sperm, it will all go into the vial. You slide into that small space once again, but this time her butt is bent and facing you, so you take the opportunity to lightly spank her ass cheeks and give them both a good squeeze. Yves shivers and turns her head back to look at you.

“You know, we should get together another time and then you can give me a good fucking in the ass. And mouth. And pussy. But probably not in that order. You want to be my fuckbuddy?”

You pull Yves’ panties to the side and run two fingers across her outer lips, causing her to moan softly. “So…fuckbuddies, then. Just like your roommate? I can do that.”

The sound of wet flesh slapping together fills the room as you start thrusting into Yves’ thighs, and she also moans and urges you to cum for her. “Oppa…please cum for me, I wanna taste your cum, fuck me hard, please….”

You are unable to hold back at her needy voice and a few minutes later, you unload all your built-up sperm into the glass vial with a loud groan. Yves quickly gets off your cock and then gets on her knees and tugs on your cock with her gloved hand to make sure that she gets as much as she can out of you.

Yves seals the vial with its cap and turns her attention to cleaning your cock with her mouth. You shiver and moan as her lips first touch and then engulf your sensitive shaft and she thoroughly licks and sucks you clean, even going so far as to deepthroat your spent cock. It feels amazing and you almost wish that she had sucked you off instead. Another time, perhaps.

As she gets to her feet, Yves runs a finger over a bit of your cum that ended up on her thighs and sucks that finger clean as she goes for her clothing to get dressed.

“You can rest for a bit; I’ll get the sample stored safely. When you’re ready, you can come find me at the counter and we will get your blood samples.” The both of you slowly cover up your sweaty bodies with your clothing once more. When Yves is done, she gives you a smooch on the cheek and then turns to leave.

Yves goes to the door, looks back and winks at you. “I’ll have your phone number from your patient records, so…I’ll KaTalk you tonight.” She unlocks the door and leaves.

You eventually recover enough and go to get your blood drawn by Yves who has cleaned up her makeup very quickly. After that, you are sent back home to rest for the rest of the day.

That night, you receive a message from Yves on KakaoTalk. It’s an audio recording of her masturbating and having an orgasm while calling out your name. That tease.

Damn it, you’re looking forward to getting a date sorted out to meet up and properly fuck.

Tags: loona smut, Yves smut, Ha Sooyoung smut, reader insert, male reader

Promotion

Pairing - Kim Sihyeon x Male Reader

Words - 2301

Sins - Smut, oral

Someone asked for something with Sihyeon or Aisha, and inspired this! (Please note: I don’t take requests, this just happened to be the right timing.) Enjoy!

The ROKS Suwon. A Pohang-class corvette of the Republic of Korea Navy with a crew of just over a hundred men and women. And you are its proud commander, the youngest to hold the rank of commander in the history of the ROKN. Perfect marks when you were in the Korea Naval Academy, top of your cohort. Commendations from every superior officer you served under. A high-flier in every sense of the word, most of the navy expects you to get command of a bigger ship in a couple of years and eventually become the youngest ever admiral in the navy.

Before you can think of any of that though, you have matters to attend to in the present. A bunch of papers litters the desk in front of you, profiles of your current bridge crew. You need to do an assessment of the crew for promotion. A few of them might even follow you to bigger roles on bigger ships if you were so inclined to have them transferred with you in the future.

A couple of knocks on your cabin door interrupt your thinking. “You may come in.”

The door opens and in steps Ensign Kim Sihyeon, one of your bridge crew. By far the person on the ship who is easiest on the eye too. Tall, long-legged, fair skin, sharp features, big eyes. She would be a model if she weren’t on your ship. “Commander.” She stands to attention and salutes you. You rise from your comfortable leather chair and return the salute. “At ease, Ensign. And close the door behind you.” While she closes the door, you sink back into your seat.

“So, why are you here, Ensign?”

The ensign stands a couple of steps away from you; the cabin on a corvette isn’t excessively big, even for a commander. “I have something to say to you, sir.”

“Yes? What is it about?”

Sihyeon looks at you right in the eye. “I should be promoted, sir. I know you can only promote one person between me and Ensign Baek Byungjin. I’m as good as Byungjin. In terms of ability, I don’t lose to him. Or anyone else on this ship.”

This is the first time someone has ever come to tell you that they should be promoted over another person, the kind of behaviour frowned upon by many older commanders. She was right that you could only promote one of the two. Both ran shifts as communication officers on the bridge and so did the exact same thing. “That’s bold of you to say. I have your file right here.” You pick up a couple of sheets of paper from the desk and start to read off it.

“Ensign Kim Sihyeon. Top marks at the Academy, and this is your first posting since the Academy. Your everyday performance and conduct are exemplary, and the rest of the crew enjoy your company.”

She has a fantastic record so far, it’s true. You pick up another crew member’s profile. “Ensign Baek Byungjin. Top marks at the Academy, and this is his second posting since the Academy. His everyday performance and conduct are exemplary, and the rest of the crew enjoy his company.”

You stand up and look up at Sihyeon questioningly. “You’re quite right. You are just as good as him. But given that your ability is equal, why shouldn’t I give the promotion to him instead? He is older, with more experience. This is his second posting after the Academy, this is your first out of the Academy. What do you offer that he doesn’t, Ensign?”

Ensign Kim Sihyeon takes a step forward, now standing right in front of you.

“This, sir.” 

And Sihyeon kisses you, full on the lips. You didn’t expect this twist but given that you have been stuck on your ship for the past three months, you are sure as hell going to enjoy it. Her tongue slips into your mouth eagerly as her hands take hold of yours and guide them to the buttons on her uniform.

She pauses the kiss and looks at you with a flirtatious twinkle in her eye and while biting her lower lip. “I’m feeling really hot, sir. Permission to remove my uniform, sir?”

“Permission granted.” You say even as you are already assisting her with evacuating from her uniform. Your hands hurriedly undress her, top and bottom. Soon her uniform and boots are gone from her body. And you are pleasantly surprised to see that Sihyeon is a fan of lacy red lingerie.

“Nice underwear, Ensign. Do you dress like this every day or is this specially for me?”

“I dress like this every day, especially for you, sir.” Sihyeon smiles as she runs her hands over her perk breasts and toned abs.

“How have I never known?”

Sihyeon smirks. “How have you never asked to see?” She licks her lips. “So many of the crew want to, some of them have even asked.” She has a point there, it’s unsurprising to hear many of them want to be in your shoes now.

“And have you shown any of them?”

“Only to you, sir.” Sihyeon’s hands come up to your chest and she gently pushes you back down to your seat. She gets on her knees and her head hovers just over the bulge in your pants. You can feel her warm breath and you harden a little bit more. The bulge rises just that little bit more.

“Sir, it looks like your groin may be hurting. Permission to remove your pants and administer treatment, sir?”

“Just suck my cock already, Kim Sihyeon.”

‘Yes, sir.” Sihyeon grins naughtily and removes your belt and pulls your pants and underwear down to your ankles and then off completely.

“I need to make a note of this in my appraisal of you.” As her soft pink lips engulf the head of your cock, you grab a pen and make some additions to your assessment of the seductive young woman giving you a blowjob.

“Ensign Kim Sihyeon shows great ini-ugh” It is hard to concentrate on writing when Sihyeon is doing her best to give you a sloppy wet blowjob. “Initiative in tackling problems and creativity in solutions to those problems. She marries that to a healthy respect for her superiors and-oh fuck” Sihyeon just deepthroated you there. “And their authority. Despite the challenges of being on a confined and narrow environment, Ensign Kim Sihyeon has also shown herself to be very committed to maintaining a high level of physical fitness. I hereby recommend her for promotion to Lieutenant, Junior Grade.”

Sihyeon pulls her head off your cock as she flashes you a happy smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“Not so fast, Sihyeon. You’re going to be promoted, make sure that you prove yourself worthy of your new rank in the future.”

“I’ll prove it to you whenever you want, sir.” To emphasise her point, Sihyeon takes your cock into her mouth and goes straight to the base in one fluid motion, leaving you gripping the sides of your chair in pleasure. She holds her head there for a few seconds before withdrawing. Her hands take over as she strokes your saliva coated cock slowly.

“I have a request, sir.”

“Another one? You’re making a lot of demands of me today, this had better be worth it.”

“Can I please fuck you, sir?” She bites her lips and looks up at you almost pleadingly.

“Permission granted.”

Sihyeon gets to her feet and pushing the soaked fabric of her panties to one side, slowly sinks all the way down on your cock. She is warm, wet and tight and everything that your cock has badly wanted the pasty ninety days.

“Fuck…” She moans softly as you stretch her out. Sihyeon unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, the leans forward and peppers your lips and jaw with soft, wet kisses as her hips begin to move up and down on your cock.

“Commander…” Sihyeon whispers as her tongue traces the outside of your ear. “When you get promoted and leave this ship, take me with you.” Her tongue then makes its way along the side of your jaw to end up back at your lips and she kisses you deeply and passionately, with a lot of tongue wrestling.

It isn’t just the promotion she has in mind, Sihyeon is clearly thinking for the long haul. Almost her entire career in the Navy, if she plays her cards right. She is ambitious, capable and cunning, this one. Not that you mind. Stuck on a ship for anywhere between weeks and months at a time, with next to no female crew…and not all female crew on Navy ships are as stunning as Sihyeon either. Someone like her isn’t exactly a common occurrence, even outside of the Navy, let alone on your specific ship.

When Sihyeon’s lips finally part from yours, your answer to her is simple.

“Only if you’ll let me take you with me when I leave this ship the next time that we’re on shore leave.”

Sihyeon smiles, plants another kiss on your lips and then pretends to think for a moment. “Permission granted.”

You decide to change positions, and as you move to stand up, you wrap one arm around Sihyeon’s slim waist while she wraps her long smooth legs around your waist and locks them there, pulling your body closer to hers. “I can’t leave this ship without your blessing anyway. You approve the leave for all crew members.” Sihyeon adds while laughing. “But you also can’t leave my pussy without my blessing.” And Sihyeon’s legs tighten around your waist just a little for emphasis.

Her laughter is cut short when you push yourself as deep as you can into her, bracing her against the wall. Sihyeon bites her lips hard, trying not to moan loudly; she really doesn’t want to get caught fucking the commander. You pull back somewhat and resume bouncing her on your cock at a good rhythm.

“And why would I ever want to leave your pussy?”

Sihyeon French kisses you for a full minute in response. She breaks the kiss then smiles smugly at you. “Because my mouth feels just as good.”

You have no answer to that, not that you need one. She already knows she’s won this exchange. You might have the military authority, but she just secured a promotion for herself and you happily wrapped around her finger.

You can feel Sihyeon getting close to an orgasm. Her body is tensing and pulling you ever more tightly to her. Your lips have discovered that her neck is a sensitive spot and you lay down a barrage of kisses and nibbles onto her skin there. You can feel her whimpering and panting into your ear.

“Permission to cum, sir.”

“No.” Sihyeon might have seduced a promotion out of you, but you still have the upper hand here though. Good to flex occasionally.

“Please, sir.” Sihyeon starts begging breathlessly. “Please…”

You thrust into her a few more times wordlessly, leaving her hanging. Her fingers are digging into your back, her toes curling as she tries to stop herself from riding the wave of pleasure just yet.

“Permission granted.” You say as you thumb her clitoris with your free hand to help send her over the edge. Sihyeon’s orgasm is silent. She shivers and shakes, and you feel her muscles contract all around your cock. But barely a sound escapes her lips as she bites down hard on them.

On your end, you keep fucking her through her orgasm, feeling yourself close to cumming as well. Sihyeon is slowly coming down from her orgasm, her grip on your body loosening, the legs around your waist not holding as tight.

“I’m close.” You mutter to Sihyeon as you feel ninety days’ worth of semen building up below. “Cum in me, sir.” Sihyeon states as she suddenly tenses again, and you can feel her legs wrap ever tighter around you, preventing you from pulling out.

“Are you-” Sihyeon kisses your question away before starting to urge you to let it out all inside her. “Cum for me, commander, please fill me with your cum…” She moans breathlessly into your ear. “Commander, please…” A few short sharp thrusts later, you feel spurts shoot from your cock, quickly filling Sihyeon up. She moans as your warm cum spreads inside of her. You hold Sihyeon close to you, and she peppers you with soft kisses as you recover. You kiss her back a few times as well.  

You could really get used to the unique power dynamic and chemistry you share with Ensign Kim Sihyeon. It feels…exciting.

“You know, I love your ambition, Ensign.”

Sihyeon breaks into a wide smile and laughs. “And I love your cock, sir.”

“That makes the two of us.”

You eventually let the ensign down and watch as white fluid slowly trickles down her leg. “Lucky for you, the commander of the ship is the only person with his own personal shower. You should clean up before you go.” Sihyeon reaches down with one finger and scoops up some of your cum with it. That finger goes into her mouth and she licks and sucks it clean. “Lucky me.” She smiles slyly, beckons you to follow her with a finger and walks into the shower.

A thought comes to you as you watch Sihyeon’s naked form sashay away from you, hips swaying. “Ensign, when does your next shift start?”

“In three hours, sir.”

That was more than enough time. You get up to your feet and join Sihyeon in the small showering space.

“Belay that last order, Ensign. Clean up, but you’re not going anywhere yet.”

Sihyeon licks her lips as she smirks seductively.

“Yes, sir.”

Tags: Kim Sihyeon smut, Sihyeon smut, Everglow smut, reader insert, male reader

Interrogation

Pairing - Lee Saerom x Male Reader

Words - 2269

Sins - Smut, teasing, voyeur, oral

So someone asked for Saerom x male reader a few days back, I said I was already working on something and here it is! 

“Look, all I need is the name of your supplier! Someone is helping you bring the girls in from Russia, and you don’t speak any Russian at all.”

Inspector Lee Saerom of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency sighs and throws her head back in frustration as her interrogation is going nowhere. The middle-aged Korean pimp sitting across the table from her isn’t about to give up his contact, for whatever reason.

The curvy and pretty young inspector stands up from her seat and looks back through the one-way mirror at you and gives you your well-rehearsed signal to cut the recording of the cameras and mics in the room. 

You immediately stop them from recording; they’re still streaming live video and audio, but none of it will be saved. Your colleague Saerom is a by-the-books officer who cares a lot about the rules…but sometimes in an interrogation, you can’t have evidence of your tactics.  

The Vice Section at this station has some unconventional interrogation tactics that are not widely known. Your colleague Saerom is about to use her signature tactic. Saerom walks over to the door and locks it, the pimp in handcuffs watching wordlessly.

Saerom then walks over and shifts his chair to face her and the door, giving you a view of both her and the pimp from the side. “Now, the law says I can’t touch you. I can’t hurt you or harm you physically.”

At this point, the pimp’s eyebrows furrow as a look of concern comes upon his face. “And so, I won’t. But what I can do…is make you talk without touching you.”

Looking on from the darkened room behind the mirror, you zoom the cameras in closer for a better view and make sure the volume of the audio is at maximum level. You don’t want to miss any part of what comes next.

Saerom steps forward, undoing the collar button of her white shirt with one hand and casually hiking up her black skirt a little higher with the other hand. She slowly sinks down, her hands undoing another couple of buttons of her shirt and giving both you and the pimp a glimpse of her lacy black bra beneath.

Saerom stops just short of letting her thighs rest on his lap. She leans in and breathes into his ear. “I can’t touch you, but maybe if you tell me who your supplier is…you can touch me.” Saerom ends with a low, soft groan into his ear. You hear every word; the microphones are very sensitive.

You’ve sat through this many times, but it doesn’t get any harder to get through it on your end. You’re sitting in a darkened room and only you can hear the audio because of your headphones but while the interrogation room’s door is locked, the door to your room isn’t. And so, you’ve always had to go without ever touching the large bulge you always get from watching Saerom’s interrogations. Inevitably, at the end of these interrogations you end up trying to calm yourself down and hide your erection.

You’ve always had a crush on Saerom and while she’s fine with you seeing her in various states of undress, she’s never made known any interest in seeing you in any state of undress. As such watching these interrogations can feel like both a blessing and a curse.

Saerom withdraws her head back and maintains eye contact with the pimp. The inspector licks her lips slowly, running her tongue all over them, culminating in biting her lower lip seductively. She inches her face forward, bringing her lips to a stop hovering just over the pimp’s. Her lips are so close to his, he can feel and smell her sweet breath on his face, on his lips. All he needs to do is move his own lips forward and-

And Saerom moves her head back even as he moves his face forward, trying to kiss her soft lips. “No touching, not until you tell what I need…” Saerom responds to the attempt to kiss her by undoing all her buttons, exposing her toned abdomen, and showing off the lacy black bra that held her breasts. Your curvy colleague starts to rock her hips back and forth as she simulates riding the erection now obvious in his pants. He’s not alone; you also have an obvious bulge in your pants now.

Saerom slowly sinks one finger past her lips, even as her hips continue their bouncing movement, and she starts to make loud sucking and slurping noises. You watch as Saerom’s finger is the lucky recipient of a lot of attention by her mouth and tongue, moving back and forth in her mouth.

Your mouth, on the other hand, is dry as you lean in to get as good a look as possible through the mirror.

“Fuck…” Saerom’s moan echoes through the room as she grabs her breasts with one hand while continuing her blowjob simulation on her finger. The pimp is clearly close to losing to Saerom’s lap dance interrogation as he licks his lips while watching her. After a couple minutes of this, Saerom takes things a step further. She stands up and takes a step back, reaches into her skirt from below and pulls her underwear down and off.

A pair of lacy silk black panties are now being held by Saerom by her teeth as she bites down on her underwear, keeping both her hands free as she undoes her skirt hook and slips one hand inside. The other hand slips under her bra, visibly tweaking at her hardened nipples beneath. Both of you can hear her heavy breathing, every whimper and low moan muffled by her biting on her underwear.

Saerom lets the panties drop from her mouth as she whines and begs her captive audience. “Please…please tell me…fuck…I…I wanna fuck!”

He caves in. “There’s a guy in Itaewon, Russian but fluent in Korean, he helps me source and manage the girls, I find the customers. Name’s Dimitri. In his thirties. That’s all I know.”

Saerom stops in mid-moan, leans in as though to kiss the pimp and whispers, “Thank you.” She picks up her underwear and stuffs it into a pocket, does her buttons and skirt hook back up. Saerom turns and heads toward the door.

“But what about me? I’m still hard here!”

Saerom turns and winks. “I need to check if you’re lying to me. Maybe when you’re out of prison?” Saerom leaves the interrogation room, leaving behind a middle-aged Korean pimp with an erection and swearing loudly to himself.

You take a couple of deep breaths yourself because you prefer not to get any comments on the bulge in your pants. The door opens and Saerom walks in. You notice her lock the door behind herself.

“Did you get the details down?”

You raise a sheet of paper with some hastily written information; it served as a distraction. “Dimitri, Russian who speaks Korean, in his thirties, Itaewon, sources for and manages the girls.”

“Good.”

Saerom looks back out into the interrogation room. There is a silence for a few moments. And then she sighs and turns to you, eyes meeting yours searchingly. You notice that her breathing is still heavy, there are beads of sweat all over her neck and forehead and she’s shifting a little uncomfortably. Her eyes go down, looking obviously at your pants. Or rather, the bulging shape in them. Then she licks her lips briefly and looks back up at you.

“Fuck me?”

“I’m sorry what?” is your reply, but Saerom must have seen the slight smile coming to your lips as she doesn’t bother replying, instead crossing the short distance to you in a second, sitting straight down onto your lap and immediately pressing her lips to yours.

“Fuck me.” She repeats again in a whisper between deep French kisses as both of you run your hands over the other’s body.

“I don’t have a condom.” You blurt out as the rational part of your head seizes control for a moment. Saerom stops kissing you and points at her lips with a finger. “Just cum here.’

Her hands go to your shirt, undoing your buttons. You return the favour, eager to finally see Saerom’s body up close instead of from far behind a one-way mirror. And what a sight it is. There is a slight sheen of sweat from her earlier exertions, visible even in the dim light needed in this room. Saerom pauses to throw her shirt off, getting up off you to pull her skirt off as well.  

Saerom gets on her knees, her teeth finding the zipper of your pants and pulling it down slowly. You want Saerom to hurry it up, but your hands just run through her hair, gently urging her on. Saerom undoes your belt buckle and helps you pull your pants and underwear down your ankles and freeing your cock from its fabric cage.

Saerom gives it a quick blowjob to lubricate it and then gets up and bends over, her ass in your face, bracing herself against the one-way mirror with her hands for a good hard fuck. “Now, you said you’d fuck me.”

“Have to admit, I’ve always wanted to.” You say as you get to your feet, stepping out of the pants around your ankles and positioning yourself behind her.

Saerom turns her head back to face you, smirking mischievously. “I know, it’s been very obvious.” You’re not used to this Saerom, because while she flirts with the criminals in the interrogation room as ‘part of her job’, she’s never been this way with you. Always friendly but professional. You’re not complaining about this change though.

You grab hold of Saerom’s hips and plunge yourself within her, hard and deep. She is warm, wet and tight. Perfect. Saerom squeals in pain and pleasure. “Well, that’s for being such a fucking tease.” You say as you notice the pimp sitting in the other room look around quizzically. “I think he heard you.”

Saerom grins in reply. “Good, let him. He can’t do anything about it, like you all those times watching me strip.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. “If you want to be such an exhibitionist…” With your cock still inside Saerom, you get her into a standing position against the mirror. And then you fuck her hard, pressing her body up against the glass. With one hand, you undo her bra clasps at the back and pull it off her, releasing her breasts and causing her heated skin to press up against the cool glass. The pimp squints his eyes as the darkened glass but gives up after a while, he can’t see anything.

“So, what made you change your mind about trying out my cock today?” You ask as you thrust into Saerom over and over, rocking her body into the glass again and again.

Saerom pants her answer out in between thrusts. “Just so damn horny today. Would rather fuck you than the old man in the other room. You’re just lucky.”

“I’m not sure about that, maybe you’re the lucky one.” You lean closer and whisper into her ear before squeezing her ass hard. Saerom just groans in response as she feels your cock go deep within her again.

Saerom’s moans as you keep pounding her are getting louder and easier to hear, and so just to make sure neither of you lose your jobs, you keep one hand over her mouth and one hand squeezing her breasts. It doesn’t last very long; first a couple of your fingers slip into her mouth and she sucks on them for a while and second, she has an orgasm, biting down on your fingers as she cums around your dick, her whole body shaking.

Remembering Saerom’s request for you to unload in her mouth, you pull out of her as she pants against the glass, barely able to stand. “You really need to learn to be quieter. Here, let me give you a hand with that.” With Saerom sitting down after her orgasm, you slide your cock past her lips and start to fuck her face. Saerom gags and drools and slurps around your cock and before long, her warm, wet mouth and the lewd sounds she’s making drive you over the edge and you cum as well.

You fire into the back of her throat and you feel her swallow while your cock is still in her mouth. Saerom cleans your cock, slurping around it before letting it escape from her mouth. You slump back into your chair while Saerom remains on the floor, both of you entirely breathless and unable to say anything. You manage to catch your breath first. “So…is this going to be an ongoing thing?”

Before Saerom can say anything though, another voice cuts in.

“Hello? Is anyone going to give a damn about me?!” The now-annoyed pimp shouts; frustrated at being left alone and ignored for quite a while now. Shooting each other a knowing glance, Saerom and you quickly get dressed before any of your superiors show up. Right before Saerom turns to leave the room, she plants a quick peck on your lips and then whispers into your ear.

“Since we’ve both got overnight duty today…we should do this again tonight.”

And then she is gone out the door to herd the pimp back to his cell. You have a lead to follow up on.

And as for tonight, well, you probably won’t get much work done. It’s something to look forward to.

Tags: fromis_9 smut, Saerom smut, Lee Saerom smut, reader insert, male reader

Blindfolded - Male Version

Pairing - Jeon Heejin x Male Reader

Words - 1245

Sins - Smut, light bondage, blindfolds, ice, teasing

You stepped into the room to see a thing of sublime beauty lying on the bed. The black lace blindfold that Heejin had on contrasted with her porcelain skin and deep red lips. Your eyes swept over the curves and sensuality of her near-naked form, only the blindfold and some chains wrapped around her wrists keeping her from being completely naked. The chains kept her arms locked together just above her head and were connected to the bedframe.

You took a step forward, slightly more naked than she was. Heejin tensed and stiffened, hearing you approach. You watched as her tongue flicked out and licked her lips in anticipation. A few more steps later, you were next to the bed and bending over to look at Heejin more closely. Small beads of sweat decorated her smooth and soft skin. You took one finger and gently stroked it down the side of her cheek, slowly going over her lips before coming to a stop in the middle of her slightly parted mouth.

With her sight taken from her, Heejin shivered a little at the sudden initial contact, all her senses now heightened by the absence of sight, and then she leaned into your touch ever so slightly. Her breathing quickened and you watched her chest rise and fall just that little bit more quickly. When your finger stopped at her lips, you felt them part and take your finger in. Her tongue slid up and down, trying to wrap itself around your finger. The only thing that could be heard was the slurping sounds Heejin was making as she sucked on your finger.

“Mmm…” Heejin let out a little soft low murmur of satisfaction even as she lubricated your finger with her saliva. On a table next to the bed, you spied a small metal ice bucket. You picked up one ice cube with your free hand and place it into your mouth for a couple of seconds. Once you had lubricated the ice and accelerated the melting process, you brought it back out and then you let it run a slow trail down her body, starting right above her cleavage, going between her soft, firm breasts and circling back to take a round chilling her stiff pink nipples.

The moment the ice cube touched her chest, Heejin gasped softly, taking your finger in deeper for a moment…and then you pulled it, leaving your bound lover mewling softly at the sudden loss of a distraction.

For all she could feel now was the cold touch of the ice making wet trails as it melted across her heated skin. That, and an ever-growing desire to slip a finger into her now slick folds. Your lack of contact with her body was getting to her. The cube moved on downward, reaching her toned stomach. And then you let it run wild across her abs, covering them in a thin layer of water, eventually coming to a stop above her navel. And then you stopped, letting a small puddle collect in her navel. Heejin was squirming a little, her feet rubbing impatiently against each other.

You then clambered up onto the bed on all fours, Heejin under you. Scooting downward, you took the ice cube between your teeth and began the journey anew. Your lips brushed lightly over her abdomen as you moved further south and Heejin whimpered at the touch, eager for more. Your mouth brought the ice cube over her folds and Heejin squealed at having this coldness upon her heat. She wanted contact but wasn’t expecting it to be of this sort. You pressed the cube against your young lover’s folds, giving her a light kiss with your lips. Her hips bucked slightly, and you hear a soft, low moan escape her lips; at this point, any sort of contact would have done for her. She couldn’t see the only things she had at this point were darkness and one hell of a need to fuck.

But then you withdrew for the moment. You moved back to meet her face to face, the ice cube still in your mouth, little droplets of water dripping onto Heejin’s hot body as you did so. You paused. Heejin couldn’t see you but she could taste the drops of water falling into her mouth as she left her lips parted in anticipation of your next move.

And then, you kissed her. The cube of ice rapidly melted in the heat of your mouths combined, her tongue instantly darting forward to meet yours the moment your lips touched hers. You kept yourself propped up with one arm as you kissed Heejin, and the other hand traced the earlier trail made with the ice cube. But just as you ran a teasing finger down from her navel, your fingers went to lightly caress her inner thigh instead and it was an incredible turn-on to hear Heejin whining into your kiss, desperate for more.

Slowly, your fingers inched their way to circling her folds, keeping just outside. You break your kiss to breathe a bit, and you can feel her tension. Her desire. A second later, you obliged.

As your fingers plunged in and sought out her clit, you listened to Heejin moaning in her low and deep voice. There was something incredibly sexy about her deep voice making all those lewd noises while her hips kept bucking into your fingers. But all good things must come to an end and you cut her off in mid-moan with another kiss.

Heejin started trying to press her body up against yours and you figured it was time to get to the main event. You withdrew your soaked fingers, eliciting a disappointed mew from Heejin, angled yourself and then sank down, pressing your body against hers and letting your hard cock slide past her folds and into her sopping wet pussy.

Both you and Heejin groaned loudly. Throughout the teasing you had held back but now your throbbing cock was finally inside of her. “Harder…” You started slow, but urged by Heejin’s soft cries of pleasure, cranked up the speed and power as you progressed to pounding her hard enough for the bed to shake.

Your hands roamed Heejin’s body, exploring her soft, fair flesh while your mouth peppered hers with kisses. It didn’t take long before you felt Heejin’s body tense up and shake, her pussy clenching your cock as she came around you. That was enough for you, and you pulled out quickly enough to feed Heejin’s hungry lips, blowing your load inside of her mouth. She swallowed every drop you gave her. You would have just unloaded on her gorgeous face, but you didn’t want to have to clean the blindfold later. Heejin sloppily sucked your cock clean, her tongue running all over your length to polish it.

As you clambered off the bed after Heejin was done with your cock, you couldn’t help but smile as you looked upon her sweaty nude body and the tired but satisfied smile upon those exceedingly kissable lips of hers. Grabbing the keys, you unlocked Heejin’s chains and removed her blindfold before massaging her wrists to get the blood properly flowing through them again.

Heejin gave you a cherubic smile as you massaged her hands, and then suddenly smirked, put the blindfold over your eyes and whispered into your ears as she secured the blindfold around your head with a knot.

“It’s my turn now.”

Tags: Loona smut, Jeon Heejin smut, Heejin smut, reader insert, male reader