#... Hyoyeon

[kpopggs]

flower power ❀ ot9 silver pink dress for anon!

[thankyou-taeyeon]

SNSD 2025 SMTOWN Live 30th Anniversary Concert (vcr)

[soonkyuism]

happy 17th anniversary girls' generation! #소시소원_다시피어나는_우리의Seventeen #17SummersWithSNSD

[herewegobebe]

The journey of utter horror on Minho's face 😲😱🤬🤣

[kimsuyeon]

send me an idol and era ↳ hyoyeon + i got a boy for anon

[originalvisual]

hyo: retro romance

[taeyoen]

2025 SMTOWN: THE CULTURE, THE FUTURE

[femaleidols]

[asia-japan]

[mykpoppers]

Hyo - Deep Performance Video

[kpoplustzone]

YOONA SNSD SMUT - TRAINING HER IN THE STORE (COMPLETE CHAPTER)

OC X YOONA

14K WORDS

The fluorescent lights of the “Good Buy” convenience store hummed overhead, casting a bright glow on the aisles stocked with snacks, drinks, and household goods. My heart hammered against my ribs as Yoona walked through the automatic doors, her presence instantly elevating the mundane setting. Even in a simple pair of jeans and an oversized hoodie, her beauty was breathtaking. Her slender figure, the one I had admired from afar for so long, moved with an effortless grace. I could already imagine the subtle curves beneath the casual fabric, the gentle slope of her shoulders, the delicate line of her neck. Even without revealing attire, her inherent sexiness radiated.

Mr. Kim, a portly man with a kindly smile and decades of convenience store experience etched on his face, greeted Yoona with a respectful bow. He seemed genuinely pleased to be part of her preparation. I, on the other hand, struggled to maintain a professional composure, my insides a tangled mess of excitement and nerves.

“Hyuk-ssi, so glad you could join us,” Yoona said, her voice melodious and warm, sending a shiver down my spine. Her smile was even more dazzling up close, those famous visuals truly captivating. Her eyes, sparkling with a cheerful curiosity, held a hint of playful determination for her new role. I could see the faint outline of her collarbone beneath the hoodie, a hint of the perfect décolletage that had graced countless magazine covers.

Mr. Kim began explaining the basics of operating the cash register, his voice calm and patient. Yoona listened intently, occasionally asking questions, her brow furrowed in concentration. I stood slightly behind her, ostensibly observing, but in reality, just drinking in her presence. I noticed the way her jeans hugged her tight hips and the subtle sway of her ponytail as she moved. Even the way she held a bottle of water, her long, elegant fingers wrapped around the plastic, was mesmerizing.

As Mr. Kim stepped away to show her how to stock the snack aisle, I found myself alone with Yoona for a brief moment near the checkout counter. “Excited for this role, Noona?” I blurted out, the honorific slipping out in my nervousness.

She giggled, a light, airy sound. “Very! It’s something completely different. Playing a haunted convenience store worker… It’s going to be fun, but I want to make it believable.” She leaned slightly closer, a playful glint in her eyes. “That’s where you and Mr. Kim come in. You’re the experts.” Her proximity made my senses reel, the subtle scent of her perfume, a delicate floral fragrance, filling my nostrils. I could see the smooth, flawless skin of her cheek just inches away.

Mr. Kim returned, his hands full of various chips and candies. “Alright, let’s see how you handle shelf stocking, Yoona-ssi. It might seem simple, but there’s a certain art to it.”

For the next hour, the training continued, a mix of Mr. Kim’s practical instructions and Yoona’s earnest attempts to master the tasks. She was surprisingly down-to-earth and didn't hesitate to get her hands dirty, rearranging shelves and wiping down counters. I offered tips and shared some of my own experiences, trying to appear helpful and knowledgeable without being overbearing. Each time our hands brushed while reaching for the same item, a jolt of electricity shot through me. I imagined the feel of her smooth skin under my fingers, the delicate bones of her wrist.

As the training progressed, Mr. Kim took a short break, heading to the back for a cup of coffee. This left me alone with Yoona again, the silence feeling heavier this time. She was struggling to reach a box of ramen noodles on a high shelf, her arm outstretched, her hoodie riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of her toned midriff. The sight was fleeting but potent, a glimpse of the taut skin and subtle curves that lay beneath her casual attire.

Without thinking, I stepped closer. “Need a hand, Noona?”

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “If you wouldn’t mind, Hyuk-ssi.”

I reached up and easily grabbed the box, handing it down to her. Our fingers brushed again, this time lingering for a fraction of a second longer. I could feel the softness of her hand against mine, a spark of connection that sent my heart racing.

“Thanks, Hyuk-ssi,” she said softly, her gaze holding mine for a moment before she turned back to the shelf. But that brief touch, that shared smile, was enough to ignite a fire within me, a forbidden fantasy taking root in the mundane aisles of the “Good Buy” convenience store. The thought of those toned thighs, that delicate décolletage, the feel of her skin… the training was about to take a very different turn in my mind.

Mr. Kim returned, his coffee mug leaving a faint aroma of roasted beans in the air. He resumed Yoona’s training with an almost paternal demeanor, but a subtle shift in his touch made my skin crawl. While showing her how to arrange the packaged snacks, his hand lingered a fraction too long on hers, his fingers brushing across her palm in a way that felt less like instruction and more like a caress. Yoona, perhaps used to polite, sometimes lingering touches in the entertainment industry, didn’t seem to react overtly, but I noticed a slight tightening in her shoulders.

“Now, Yoona-ssi, let’s talk about facing the customer,” Mr. Kim said, positioning himself behind her as if he were a customer approaching the counter. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “Remember, a friendly smile is key.” His arm, ostensibly demonstrating how an employee might hand over a bag, brushed against her side, his fingers grazing the curve of her waist just beneath the hem of her hoodie. Again, a touch that lingered a moment too long. My own hands clenched at my sides. Was I imagining things? Was he taking liberties, or was it just awkward, unintentional contact? Yoona shifted slightly, a barely perceptible movement that could have meant anything.

The training moved to stocking the refrigerated drinks. Mr. Kim showed Yoona how to reach into the back of the cooler. “You need to bend this way, Yoona-ssi, to get the heavier cases,” he instructed, placing his hand on the small of her back, his thumb pressing just a little too firmly against the swell of her jeans-clad buttocks. Yoona’s breath hitched, and she straightened up quickly, saying she thought she understood. I saw a flicker of something – discomfort? Confusion? – in her eyes before she politely moved on to the next task. My internal alarm bells were ringing louder now. Mr. Kim’s smile seemed a little too knowing, his eyes lingering on Yoona’s figure just a fraction too long when she wasn’t looking directly at him.

He then demonstrated how to clean the coffee machine. As Yoona leaned in to watch, Mr. Kim stood very close behind her, his body almost pressed against hers. I could see the top of his head just inches from her ponytail. He guided her hands as she wiped down the machine, his fingers entwined with hers, a level of physical contact that felt entirely unnecessary for a simple training exercise. Yoona’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she pulled her hands away as soon as the demonstration was over, stepping back a pace. I wanted to say something, to intervene, but I was paralyzed by my uncertainty and the fear of misinterpreting the situation, potentially embarrassing both Yoona and me. What if she didn’t even notice? Or what if she did, but was politely tolerating it?

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[thankyou-taeyeon]

👑 SNSD for SMTown Live 2025 30th Anniversary 💕

[soonkyuism]

Hyoyeon, Tiffany, and Sunny at the premiere of Lee Soo Man: King of K-Pop

[smutmind]

Mr. Mr.

SNSD x You

“Fuck, look at him,” Tiffany grinned, pushing her heel between your feet. “He’s already leaking.”

Yoona dropped to her knees. “Let me taste first.” She licked your tip slow, then bit your thigh. “He twitched.”

“Don't let him come,” Jessica said. “We said edge, not explode.”

Hyoyeon stroked you with just two fingers—barely enough. “You gonna spill just from this, slut?”

Taeyeon came behind you, mouth at your neck. “Maybe we should let him. Just to humiliate him.”

“No,” Seohyun said. Calm. Cold. Commanding.

Everyone froze.

“He finishes with me.”

Sooyoung grabbed your jaw, kissed you hard, then pushed you back toward the couch.

Sunny shoved your knees apart. “But we can still play.”

What followed was chaos—every mouth, every hand, every sharp command hitting at once. Tiffany straddled your chest, grinding against your mouth. Yoona sat on your thigh, soaking your skin. Jessica rode your fingers even though they were tied, moaning like she didn’t care who heard.

You begged.

“Please... Seohyun, I—fuck—I can’t—”

She stepped forward, tux jacket open, pants gone. Slick between her thighs.

“Then shut up and give it to me.”

She climbed on, her cunt swallowing your cock in one brutal stroke. No mercy. No buildup.

“Don’t hold back,” she hissed. “Fill me. Now.”

You came like your body had waited hours—groaning, shaking, buried deep inside her. Seohyun rode it out, hips working you dry.

When she was done, she stood up, letting it drip down her thigh.

“Untie him,” she said. “He has thirty seconds.”

Jessica tossed your clothes at you. “Fix your face, rookie.”

Yoona buttoned your shirt halfway. “Still hard?” she smirked. “Better be.”

A knock on the door. “Stage in one minute!”

Tiffany leaned down, whispering in your ear. “You miss your cue, you miss your next fuck.”

Seohyun buckled her belt. “Don’t be late, Mr. Mr.”

Then they were gone—heels sharp, tuxedos perfect, leaving you flushed, spent, and scrambling.

Showtime.

Do we still have OG sones here?

[kimsuyeon]

send me an idol and era ↳ hyoyeon + the boys era for @softbeebee

[faunandfloraas]

Let's fall in love with Changbin - Hyo's Level Up.