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IVE wonyoung x reader (but also all of IVE is in this so...) a/n: I've had this idea of starting a fic with a terrible blowjob for a really long time already. I woke up really horny with tons of free time on my hands and with the puzzle pieces clicking in my head. Thank you, wisdom teeth removal surgery. Anyways, I KNOW I promised full focus on itzy miniseries next AND YOU'LL GET IT!!! I'm working really hard on it, just accept this little out of control dribble as a free gift. Shout out to @valentinedrifter and @kwilquib for the beta read, much love amigos <3333 Word count: 2.2k

This is, by far, the worst blowjob you’ve ever had.

Wait, does this even count as a blowjob? Wonyoung’s just sitting there, knees on the floor, legs spread apart. Her tongue’s out, sure, and the tip of it is touching the underside of your cockhead. The eye contact is making it work, and the way she’s jackhammering her own cunt is a sight to behold, but can you really call it a blowjob if the only thing rubbing your cock is your own hand?

Isn’t this more like an assisted hand job?

“Can you hurry the fuck up? I have to be out—on fucking stage—in 10 minutes in front of a crowd full of horny college students,” Wonyoung barks at you, retracting her tongue, causing you to whimper for losing the only source of contact you still had. “And you know I orgasm a lot faster with a load on my face.”

“I’m sorry Wony, but this is my fourth time already today. I’m not some endless fountain of sperm,” you say. “It would go a lot faster if you helped out some more.”

“What the fuck do you mean, fourth time today?! You should be saving up for me, you dog!”

“It’s not my fault,” is the weakest form of an excuse you could come up with. You’re IVE’s manager. It’s all your fault. “First was this morning… You know how ridiculous Gauel’s been lately.”

And of course she knows. Gaeul’s been playing the part of a bratty sleeping beauty.

“I can’t believe that bitch is still saying she refuses to wake up unless you cum on her face,” she spits back, and it really does sound ridiculous when she says it out loud.

“What about the other two?”

“Well,” you start, but you already know you’re going to get chewed out. “I was having trouble getting everything ready to wake Gaeul up—”

“Just like you are now, right.”

“Right. And I accidentally left the door open, and when Yujin saw me struggling, she came to help out.”

Wonyoung rolls her eyes with a sharp flick, finally sticks her tongue out again but still too far to touch, and twitches her eyebrows to let you know to continue.

“She helped jerk me off onto Gaeul’s face. Said it was her responsibility as a leader as well.”

“That still makes just one load blown, right?” Wonyoung intervenes.

“Yeah, I’m getting there,” you continue, seeing the way her eyes refuse to let you know she’s really enjoying your retelling of the defiling of her members, but doing a terrible job at keeping it hidden.

“After I came on Gaeul, Yujin dragged me out towards her room. Said she was expecting a ‘give and take’ for her help.”

“What kind of ‘give and take’?”

You sigh. She pretends to want to chastise you, but with the way her hand is pounding into her sloppy cunt beneath you and how she’s dripping on the floor, it’s obvious to see. She’s just getting off on this. “I ate her out until she came and then she jerked me off onto her face. Load two.”

“That slut,” Wonyoung murmurs with a smirk. “What about the last one?”

“Okay, I admit, this one might be my fault,” you meekly let out. Wonyoung raises one eyebrow, like she can’t wait to find out what kind of dumb shit you did. “I was helping Rei and Liz clean up the breakfast table, and they were talking about what kind of snack they could still have.”

“Okay?”

“So I jokingly said I had a delicious snack tucked away in my pants for them.”

Wonyoung looks at you like you’re an actual idiot. Look. You might be. “You’re serious?” she asks, almost in disbelief.

“I didn’t expect them to jump me like that. It only took a couple of seconds before they had my dick sandwiched in between their lips,” you explain, getting lost in the thought of how great they felt.

“You’re a pervert,” she snidely remarks.

“God they looked good, licking my seed off of each other’s faces. IVE really is the best…”

Your reminiscing and your pace get interrupted as the door behind you opens, and Leeseo pops her face in with a loud message. “Wonyoung-unnie, it’s 5 minutes till showtime,” she cheers gleefully before opening her eyes, and taking in the sight. You, towering over Wonyoung with your cock out, her on her knees with her mouth open.

“Get the fuck out, can’t you see we’re busy? I’ll be right there,” Wonyoung snaps at Leeseo.

Leeseo just holds her hand in front of her mouth in mock surprise. She giggles a small melody to your ears, before taking her leave, but not without a final remark. “Okay, but don’t forget I finally get manager tonight. Don’t wear him out too hard for my first time, please!”

Wonyoung rolls her eyes again, and looks towards you as you slowly start pumping your cock again. “So, where were we? You were telling me about how you already came three times today, and making excuses for why I’m still waiting for my share.”

“It’s a lot faster if you help, Wonyoung…”

She gasps in shock, looking at you like you’re not only an idiot, but actually insane now. “There’s no fucking way I’m touching your filthy cock. Not after everywhere it’s been today.”

“I don’t think I can finish in time if it’s by myself,” you plead, and it’s not even a lie. If anything, you’re more scared of how upset Wonyoung will be if she has to go on stage without relieving her usual tension.

“Ugh, fine! But only if you ditch Leeseo tonight for me,” she argues back, and it’s a grin that tells you everything. You have no real choice when it comes to Wonyoung’s tantrums.

“What? I can’t! She’s been looking forward to this for months,” you try to argue nevertheless.

She negotiates a better deal back, the desperation of having to go out on stage any moment getting to her. “No condom this time. So what will it be? Paint our maknae’s face, or get me to touch your dick and fill my insides up as much as you want?”

“Deal, but I’m not letting you off the hook for that,” you reply in an instant, so eager your cock twitches at the mere thought of it. The glint in her eye says enough, her two hands balling into little fists as she shakes them, heralding her victory.

She forms a circle with her left thumb and index finger, wrapping it around the base of your cock and presses tightly against you. Her other hand is still occupied with her own needs. Her mouth opens up, hot breath heralding your end. You wish it took more, but the moment she plants a kiss on your cock, you burst.

It’s a full-body, shuddering embarrassment of an orgasm, the kind that makes your knees buckle and your face hot with shameful delight. Wonyoung doesn’t break eye contact—not once.

Your cum splashes out in a blinding, white arc, catching Wonyoung square on the tongue, painting her lips, her nose, even a bit on her lashes. Wonyoung squeals at the sheer volume, and then, with a balletic flick of her wrist, jerks you out for the last spurt, milking every drop onto her own eager face. She scoops up a glob with her pinky, pops it in her mouth like it’s frosting, and lets out a theatrical moan.

“God, you’re such a fucking mess,” she says, but she drags her hand down to her slit and starts furiously rubbing, as if her own orgasm is right there, like a red button she can’t stop slamming. You’re still dizzy, your vision swimming, when she shoves her face against your softening cock and lets out a high, tight whine. She cums like a disaster: messy and loud, bucking her hips so hard she nearly topples backwards, her legs kicking out and slamming the top of her head against your thigh, making you nearly collapse on top of her. She’s painted and panting, mouth slack, chest flushed scarlet. You’ve never seen her look so proud, so utterly victorious. “I’m going to look so hot on stage,” she says, but she’s smiling now, the kind of mischievous, post-orgasmic smile that could start wars. Then, she wipes the semen off her cheek with her thumb. “Is this look too much for university boys?” She chuckles, then licks her thumb with a showy little curl of her tongue in front of you, eyes locked on yours, as if daring you to disagree. You manage a shaky breath, still not recovered, and watch her collect herself with the efficiency of an idol who’s both a world-class diva and a world-class pervert.

She’s in full glam: lashes thick enough to sweep the floor, cheeks rouged to cartoonish perfection, and now this decadent pearl necklace of your making as her accessory.

“You can’t go out there like that,” you manage, voice hoarse and a little too loud.

Wonyoung’s standing, one foot in her heel, blouse still wide open, neck and chin and cheek freckled with the evidence. She stares at herself in the mirror, cocks her head, and lifts her phone. 

Snap. Snap. Snap. 

She’s taking selfies, for fuck’s sake. Her tongue pokes out, cute and obscene above her ruined makeup. “Why not?” she purrs, not even pretending to button up. “It’s a good look. Besides, the fans would fucking die.”

The front-facing camera captures the whole tableau: your deflated cock wilting against her cheek, the ropes of cum criss-crossing her face, and her absolute, shameless delight at the mess. And just like that, you’re incriminated.

“I’ll die if you get in trouble for this,” you hiss, glancing at the door as if Leeseo might be waiting with a live feed. “Please, just clean up.”

She’s not even listening. “Oh, don’t be a prude, manager. I’m doing this for you,” She winks, then switches to video mode, recording a quick little snippet of her slurping a glob of cum off her own chin, then blowing a kiss to the camera. “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you watch it later.”

You’re about to protest, but then she’s shoving the phone in your hands, angling her face for you to get the best shot. “Take one for me. I want to remember how you love me the most.”

You do as you’re told, because you always do, and she’s right: this is her at her best, her most dangerous. The flash goes off, and she shivers at the sound. “God, you’re lucky,” she purrs and you know it.

“Here, let me—” you start, reaching for the tissues on the table.

But Wonyoung’s already got her own solution. “No, no, no. If you really want me cleaned up, you have to do it.” She tilts her chin up, eyes fluttering closed. “With your tongue. Or I’ll tell everyone in the company you’re a chronic masturbator who can’t keep his hands off his own dick around us.”

She grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss, her tongue pushing past your lips, and you can taste yourself, bitter and astringent, and her, sweet and sharp. She bites your lip, hard enough to sting, then breaks away and wipes the rest off with a practiced hand. “You’re such a pushover,” she says, patting your cheek with the now-ruined tissue.

You just watch as she stands, legs shaky as she fixes her hair, retwists her ponytail, and tugs her miniskirt down over her thighs, still glistening from her own mess. She checks herself in the mirror, then gives you a once-over, eyes lingering on your still-exposed, still-leaking cock.

She’s devilish, a forbidden fruit, the kind of ice cold beauty typically reserved for fairy tales. “Now, here’s your job,” she says, wagging her finger at you. “Go to the green room, watch my performance, and edge yourself until I get back. I want you leaking for me all night, so when I get back, you can fill me up for real. If you cum before I’m done, I’ll make you eat it off Yujin’s shoes.”

You sputter, “What?”

She grins, all dimples and devilry. “You heard me. And don’t even think about cheating. I’ll know.”

She blows you a kiss and flounces out, heels clacking, leaving you dazed and semi-hard in the aftermath.

You could’ve been a manager in any group, for any label in Seoul, but fate delivered you into the hands of the most terminally horny, irrepressible, and power-mad girl group in the country. You can’t even process it. You just sit there, cock in hand, trying to figure out how your life turned into a kpop bukkake sitcom. You ponder briefly if this is a privilege or a curse, and then, as your thumb scrolls aimlessly through the photo log on her phone (she left it behind by “accident”), you realize you don’t even care anymore.

The latest shot is still her, tongue out, glazing herself like a goddamn donut, winking at you through the digital shrapnel of your own undoing. Your cock jumps, traitorously.

Whatever Wonyoung wants, she gets.

[lone-esper]

Good Girl, Good Job

[Commissioned]

Shin Yuna (ITZY) × Male Reader

Anal Fuck, Anal Insertion, Anal Creampie

4,500 Word

You step out of the shower, steam still clinging to your skin, and towel off quickly. The house is quiet, your parents and older sister have long gone for their jobs at the company. You throw on a loose shirt and some sweatpants, not bothering with anything else, and head downstairs. Your stomach’s growling, and you’re thinking about what’s in the fridge as you hit the kitchen.

Yuna is there, standing at the sink, scrubbing dishes with her back to you. She’s 21, the maid’s daughter, filling in for her mom who is out sick. They need the money badly—her dad is bedridden, and her university bills are piling up.

You know this, and yeah, you’re not above using it. She’s not fully yours yet, not completely broken in, but you’re working on it. She has this innocence you can’t wait to unravel, and you’re already getting a boner thinking about it.

You creep up behind her, real quiet, and slide your arms around her waist, pressing your chest against her back. She stiffens, a little gasp escaping her lips as you lean in and kiss the soft spot inside her ear. She whimpers a shaky sound that makes your grip tighten. “Yuna,” you murmur low, “I told you, no clothes when it’s just us.”

She trembles in your arms, her hands pausing on a plate. “I-I’m sorry, Sir,” she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. You smirk, sliding a hand down to squeeze her inner thigh, hard enough to make her flinch. “What did I say about that formal shit?” your tone is sharp.

Her breath hitches, and she corrects herself quickly. “S-Sorry, Oppa,” she whispers, her voice softer now, more pliant. That’s better. You reward her by pressing your lips to her neck, kissing her hard, your tongue flicking out to taste her skin. She squirms, but she doesn’t pull away, her pulse racing under your mouth.

You keep kissing her neck, aggressive now, sucking and licking until she’s whimpering again. “Are you doing what I told you to do?” you ask, your hands roaming her body, feeling the thin fabric of her clothes.

She hesitates, then shakes her head slightly. “I’m sorry, Oppa,” her voice trembling. “I tried, I really did, but… I can’t fit it in my ass. I’m scared.”

You pull back just enough to look at her, your hands still gripping her hips. Fuck, her ass is perfect—wide, round, begging to be stuffed. You let your eyes linger, drinking her in. “Look at this,” you say as you squeeze her hips, pulling her back against you. “This ass can’t be that tight, can it?”

You give her a playful smack, just hard enough to make her gasp, and grin. She’s not ready yet, but you’ve got all morning to change that.

You step back, letting your hands linger on Yuna’s hips for a moment before pulling them away. Her body is still trembling, and you can feel the tension in her, that mix of fear and something else you’re determined to coax out.

“Take it off,” you say, voice firm but casual, like it’s no big deal. “Shirt and jeans. Now.”

Yuna freezes, her hands gripping the edge of the sink. She turns her head slightly, her eyes wide, but she doesn’t move right away. “O-Oppa,” she starts, her voice shaky, “I… I don’t—” You cut her off with a sharp look, leaning in close so she can feel your breath on her neck. “I said now, Yuna. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

She swallows hard, her fingers fumbling as she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she pulls it over her head, revealing a plain white bra clinging to her slim curves. Her cheeks flush red as she tosses the shirt aside, her eyes darting to the floor.

“Keep going,” you say, nodding at her jeans. She hesitates again, but then her hands move to the button, popping it open with a soft click. The jeans slide down her slender thighs, pooling at her ankles, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

She steps out of them, kicking them aside, and stands there, vulnerable, her arms twitching like she wants to cover herself but knows better.

You take a moment to look at her, your eyes raking over her body—soft curves, smooth skin, that perfect ass barely covered by her panties. Your cock already strains against your sweatpants, rock-hard and aching.

You don’t bother hiding it. Instead, you tug the waistband down, letting your dick spring free, thick and heavy in the air. Yuna’s eyes flick to it, widening for a second before she looks away, her face burning.

“Play with it,” you tell her. She knows what you mean—no need to spell it out. She drops to her knees slowly, her hands trembling as she reaches for it. Her fingers wrap around your cock, tentative at first, stroking you lightly.

It’s not enough and you grab her wrist, guiding her hand to grip you tighter. “Like you mean it, Yuna,” you say, smirking.

She nods, her lips parting as she leans forward, her breath is blowing against the swollen cockhead before her mouth closes around the tip, soft and warm. It’s sloppy, just how you like it. Her tongue swirls around, hesitant but trying, spit already dripping down as she takes you deeper.

She’s slow, too slow, but the way her lips stretch, the way her cheeks hollow out, makes your pulse race. You groan, tangling a hand in her hair, not pushing her yet, just holding her there.

“Good girl,” you praise, watching her work. She’s trying so hard, her tongue flicking, her hands stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth. Spit dribbles down her chin, and she makes these soft, needy sounds that drive you wild. You let her go for a bit, savoring the wet heat of her mouth, the way she gags a little when she takes too deep.

You pull her hair gently, tilting her head back so she’s looking up at you, your cock still in her mouth. Her eyes are watery, but there’s something else there too—something that says she’s not just doing this because she has to.

“Tell me. What do you want more, Yuna? The money… or my cock?” you question.

She freezes, her lips still wrapped around you, her cheeks flushed. She pulls back just enough to speak, a string of spit connecting her mouth to your dick. “O-Oppa,” she stammers, her voice hoarse, “I… I need the money.” Her eyes flick down like she’s ashamed to admit it, but then she adds, softer, “B-But… I like this too.”

You grin, tightening your grip on her hair. “Yeah? You like sucking my cock?” She nods, barely, her face burning even redder. “Say it,” you push, wanting to hear it from her lips. “Tell me you love it.”

“I-I love it, Oppa,” she whispers, her voice trembling but honest. “I love… sucking your cock.” Her words hit you like a freight train, and you have to fight the urge to shove her head back down and fuck her face right then. Instead, you loosen your grip, letting her go back to work.

She dives back in, more eager now, her mouth moving faster, sloppier. Her tongue drags along the underside, and she’s moaning softly, the vibrations sending sparks up your spine. She’s still slow, but it’s messy, spit everywhere, her lips slick and swollen, her hands pumping you in rhythm with her mouth. The pressure builds, your balls tightening as she gags again, her throat constricting.

“Fuck, Yuna,” you groan, your hips twitching forward involuntarily. She chokes a little but doesn’t stop, her eyes up to meet yours, full of this desperate need to please. You can tell she’s torn, scared, maybe, but also into it, her body leaning into you, her thighs pressing together like she’s feeling it too.

You let her keep going, watching her struggle to take your cock deeper, her lips stretching wide, her tongue working hard to keep up. The kitchen is quiet except for the wet sounds of her mouth and the occasional whimper she lets out. You’re close, so close, but you hold back, wanting to drag this out, wanting to see how far she’ll go for you.

“Money or my cock,” you say again, your voice rougher now, almost a growl. “Pick one, Yuna. Be honest.” You pull her off you, just enough so she can answer, your dick glistening with her spit. She’s panting, her lips red and puffy, her eyes glassy as she looks up at you.

“I… I don’t know, Oppa,” she admits, her voice small. “I need the money… but I also want to pleasure you.” Her words are shaky like she’s scared to say it, but the way her hands keep stroking you, the way her body leans closer, tells you everything you need to know.

You smirk, brushing a thumb over her lips. “That’s what I thought,” you say, guiding her mouth back to your cock. She opens up eagerly, taking you in again, her tongue swirling, her hands pumping, twisting faster now.

You’re not gonna last much longer, not with her like this, so fucking desperate to please you. But for now, you let her keep going, let her lose herself in it, knowing you’ve got her right where you want her.

You pull Yuna’s head back by her hair, just enough to give her a moment to catch her breath. Her lips are slick, spit dripping down her chin, and her eyes are already glassy, locked on yours. “Open your mouth wide,” you tell her, commanding. “Wider, Yuna.”

She hesitates for a split second, then parts her lips as far as they’ll go, her tongue flat on her lower lip. You don’t waste time. Gripping her hair, you shove your cock into her mouth, pushing deep until you hit the back of her throat. She gags instantly, a choked sound vibrating. You stay there, buried in her throat, feeling it constrict.

Her eyes shoot up to meet yours, teary, a mix of panic and submission swimming in them. Drool spills from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin and onto her chest. She grabs your legs as she tries to steady herself. Her flat stomach sucking in, ribs visible, the effort to breathe without choking.

“Look at me. Don’t look away.”

She tries to nod, but it’s impossible with your thick cock lodged so deep. Her eyes stay on you, watering more as she gags again, her throat spasming. The wet, gurgling sounds are obscene, filling the quiet kitchen. She is fighting to keep it together, her chest heaving, her nails biting into your skin. She’s struggling, but she’s not pulling away, she’s taking it for you.

You hShe’ser there a little longer, savoring the way her throat squeezes, the way her tears make her eyes shine. Then you pull back just enough to let her gasp before thrusting forward again, harder this time. The squelching sound of your cock fucking her throat is loud, wet, and filthy.

she’s choking, her body jerking with each thrust. You do it again, then again, short, sharp pumps that make her gag harder, more drool spilling out, coating her lips and chin.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this,” you groan, your hips twitching as the pressure builds. Her hands grip your thighs, her stomach still sucked in, her whole body tense as she fights to keep up. You thrust one more time, deep and relentless, and that’s it. You’re done. Your cock pulses, and you cum hard, spilling straight into her throat.

She chokes, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment before snapping back to yours, tears streaming down her cheeks now. You keep her there, letting her feel every pulse, every spurt, as you empty your sack into her mouth.

Her throat bulges, trying to swallow, but some of it leaks out, mixing with the drool dripping down her chin. You pull out slowly, your cock slick and sticky, and she gasps, coughing, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

You look down at her, still on her knees, her face a mess of spit, tears, and cum. Her lips are swollen, her eyes red but still locked on you, like she’s waiting for your next move. You brush a thumb over her cheek, smearing the mess across her skin, and smirk.

“Good girl, Yuna. You’re getting there.”

You watch Yuna on her knees, panting hard, her chest heaving as she sucks in air like she’s been underwater too long. Her face is a wreck; lips swollen, chin sticky with spit and cum, tears stain streaking her cheeks. You rub her head gently, fingers threading through her messy hair.

“Look at you. It’s barely morning, and you’re already a fucking mess for my cock,” you tease.

She’s still catching her breath, but her eyes aren't leaving yours, that spark of submission you’ve been carving into her over the weeks. Her hand finds your semi-erect cock, fingers wrapping around it, and she looks up with that eager, desperate edge in her voice. “O-Oppa, sh-should I keep going? Please?”

You smile, shaking your head. “Not yet,” your tone is smooth but firm. “Time to help you stretch.”

You grab her chin, pulling her up to her feet, her body wobbling as she stands. You press yourself against her, your cock brushing against her flat tummy, still wet from her mouth. Your hands move to her bra, fingers deftly unhooking it, letting it fall to the floor. Her small, perky boobs are bare now, nipples already hard.

You don’t rush it. Dragging out the moment, you cup her tits, squeezing them, feeling her soft skin yield under your grip. “Nngh…” Yuna whimpers, a soft, high-pitched sound that makes your dick twitch.

You pinch her nipples, rolling them between your fingers, and she gasps, “A-Ah!” Her body jerks slightly. You pull one nipple taut, stretching it just enough to make her squirm. “O-Oppa… ahh!” she moans, her voice breaking into a pained whine.

“Like that, huh?” you say, smirking as you tug the other nipple, harder this time. She cries, “Mmmh! Y-Yes, Oppa!”

Her hands hover near your thighs, like she’s not sure whether to grab you or just take it. You keep playing with her tits, alternating between rough squeezes and sharp pinches, watching her face contort with every little sound spilling from her.

“Need my help, Yuna?” you ask with mock concern, like her answer’s gonna change what’s coming.

She’s so pliant, molded by these weeks of you pushing her limits, breaking her down. Her eyes are glassy, her lips trembling as she nods. “Y-Yes, Oppa,” she whines, her voice thick with that needy tone you’ve worked into her. “P-Please… I need Oppa’s help.”

You chuckle, leaning in close, your cock still pressed against her stomach, smearing a faint trail of wetness across her skin. “Thought so,” you boast, giving her nipples one last hard pinch that pulls a strangled “Aaah!” from her throat. She’s trembling now, her whole body buzzing with that submission and wanting you’ve come to love.

You grab Yuna’s arm and spin her around, her body stumbling slightly as you drag her toward the kitchen counter. With a firm push, you bend her over, her chest squishy against the cold surface, her ass sticking out. She gasps, a shaky “O-Oppa!” slipping from her lips as her hands grip the edge of the counter.

You don’t hold back. Your hand comes down hard on her ass, a sharp smack that makes her yelp, “A-Ahh!” Her skin blooms pink under your palm, and you spank her again, harder, drawing another high-pitched yelp from her throat.

Her legs tremble as she stays in place, ass up, submissive like you’ve trained her. You hook your fingers into her panties and rip them down, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound, leaving her bare. Her pussy glistens, wet but not quite enough for what you’re about to do.

You grab your cock and slide it along her soft slit, back and forth, teasing her folds. She whimpers, “Mmmh… Oppa…” her hips twitching as you coat yourself in her juices. Her pussy is warm, wet, but you want her dripping. You keep sliding, the head of your cock nudging her clit, making her moan softly, “Ahh… p-please…”

Gripping her ass with one hand, you spread her cheeks, admiring the way her tight little pussy clenches around nothing. With your other hand, you line yourself up and push into her, slow, your cock stretching her velvety walls.

She cries out, “O-Oppa! Ohh, God…!” her voice breaking as you plow through her tight heat, inch by inch. Her pussy grips you like silk, warm and soft, but you’re rougher now, forcing your way in, feeling her stretch to take you.

You penetrate her deep, each thrust deliberate, stretching her pussy to fit your thick cock. She’s whimpering nonstop now as her body rocks against the counter. “I-I can’t… get used to it, Oppa,” she gasps, her voice vibrating. “Y-You’re too big…”

Her legs wobble, and she rises onto her toes, trying to ease the pressure. You keep pounding, her lower belly bulges slightly every time you bottom out.

“Fuck, this is such a good pussy,” you growl, gripping her hips tighter, slamming into her harder. “Who’s this pussy for, Yuna?” You pause just long enough for her to catch her breath, her moans quieting for a second. She turns her head slightly, eyes glassy, and whispers, “I-It’s for you, Oppa… this pussy’s made for your cock only.”

You grin, tugging her back onto your thrusts, her ass slapping against you with every move. “That’s right. My obedient girl. Always will be.” Fucking her feels so damn good, her tight walls milking you, her little cries driving you wild.

Your climax builds fast, the pressure in your balls tightening, but this isn’t the goal.

You pull out abruptly, your cock twitching as it slips free, wet with her juices. Yuna groans, low and throaty, and then it hits. Her pussy spasm hard, and she squirts, a hot gush washing your cock and dripping onto the floor.

“Oh, no— O-Oppa… ahhh!” she moans, her body shaking, legs barely holding her up as she rides out the orgasm. You watch, satisfying, your cock throbbing under her pussy.

You wait for Yuna to steady herself, her legs still shaky from squirting, her body slumped against the counter. “Time to help you out, Yuna.” You grab a cucumber from the counter and a bottle of olive oil from the pantry, setting them down beside her. Her eyes widen when she sees the cucumber, a nervous whimper escaping her lips.

You pour the olive oil generously over her ass, letting it drip down her cheeks, oiling up her hips and thighs. Your hands follow, rubbing the oil into her skin, kneading her ass as she squirms. “Relax,” you tell her. You slide your pointer finger along her crack, probing her tight asshole gently. She tenses, letting out a soft groan as you circle her rim, teasing it open.

Yuna glances back, her eyes darting with worry. “Oppa, th-the cucumber… it’s too big for my ass,” she whines. You smirk, delivering a sharp smack to her oiled-up cheek, making her yelp, “A-Ahh!”

“That’s why you gotta train it harder,” you say, gripping her hip to keep her still. “You’ll get there.”

You press your finger against her asshole, pushing in slowly. She squeaks, “Ack!” her body goes rigid as your digit breaches her tight ring. Her ass is warm, slightly wet, and her inner walls give way.

You slide deeper, probing her open, then slowly withdraw, watching her hole wink shut, still so small and stubborn.

There’s no other way. You grab the cucumber, pour on it with more oil, and press the tip against her asshole. Yuna panics. “O-Oppa, no! It’s too much, I-I might shit myself!” she cries, her body jerking forward.

You ignore her, holding her hip tight, and force the cucumber’s tip past her sphincter. The oil helps, but her ass resists, stretching slowly as she gasps, “A-Ahhh! Oppa, please!”

The tip pops in, her ring muscle clamping down hard, and she lets out a strangled groan, her legs trembling on her toes. You keep it steady, letting her adjust, her breaths coming in short, panicked bursts. Her ass is so tight, the cucumber barely moving, but you’re patient—for now.

“Breathe, Yuna,” you say, smacking her ass lightly again, drawing another moan from her. She’s a mess, whining and tense, but you know she’ll take it, just like she’s learned to take everything else.

You grip the cucumber and start pushing it into Yuna’s ass, slow and steady. Inch by inch, it stretches her tight hole, her bowels resisting the intrusion.

She’s gripping the opposite edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles white, holding on for dear life. “Ohh, God! O-Oppa, n-not too deep, haa!” her voice high and strained, her body trembling as you force the cucumber deeper.

Her ass is so tight, clenching hard around the thick vegetable, it's almost bending under the pressure. Yuna’s muscles stiffen, her joints locked, her lower half quivering. The foreign sensation makes her squirm, her thighs shaking as she tries to control it.

“I-It hurts, Oppa!” she cries, her voice breaking. “P-Please, pull it out!” Her words are desperate, but you glance down at her pussy; dripping, wet trails running down her thighs. “Lying again, are we? Your pussy is fucking soaked.”

You keep going, pushing another inch in, her ass stretching wider. She gasps, “A-Ahh, it's in my asd!” her body jerks forward, but she can’t escape your grip.

Her moans mix with pained whimpers, “Mmmh… no, no! Ohh!” and then it hits—her eyes roll back, her mouth falling open as her body convulses. She’s cumming again, her pussy gushing, splattering onto the floor. Her head tilts back, a low, blissful groan escaping as she rides the wave, completely lost.

You can’t push the cucumber any deeper. Her ass is at its limit, her hole stretched to a gape. You pull it out slowly, fluids spurting from her ass, a wet, filthy sound right after. Her hole stays open, winking at you. You drop the cucumber to the floor, grabbing your cock and line it up with her inviting anal hole.

You push the swollen head in, popping past her stretched sphincter with a slick squelch. Yuna squeals, “Oh, shit— Ahh!” her body lurching forward, hands scrambling on the counter.

Her ass is still tight, even after the cucumber, clamping down. You groan, feeling her warmth envelop you, her walls twitching as you hold her hips steady. She’s panting, her breaths ragged, her body still quivering from her orgasm.

“Too big… ahh!” she moans, but you can feel her pushing back, just a little, her body betraying her words. You stay there for a moment, letting her adjust, your cock pulsing inside her.

You grip Yuna’s hips, your cock nestled in her impossibly tight ass, the heat and grip of her anal walls. You move slow, real slow, savoring every second as her hole clenches, squeezing so hard it feels like she’s trying to choke your dick.

“Your ass loves my cock, Yuna,” you laugh. Each thrust pushes just a bit deeper, but you can’t even bottom out—her ass is too tight, only taking half your length, but it’s more than enough.

Her body quivers under you, a constant tremor running through her as she fists the counter, her knuckles white. “O-Oh, God, shit… No!” she whimpers, breaking into soft “ahh!”s every time you slide in.

The pleasure overwhelms her, her legs trembling, barely holding her up as she stands on her toes, her body reacting, every slow thrust sending chills through her, her ass twitching around you, slick with oil and sticky with her own juices.

You spread her ass cheeks with both hands, pulling them apart to get a better look. Her entrance is stretched tight around your cock, the skin taut, choking you so hard it’s almost painful.

It’s messy yet beautiful, the way her ass hugs your cock, refusing to let go. You keep the pace slow, dragging it out, feeling her walls flutter with every inch you give her.

“Here’s a gift,” you growl, feeling the pressure build in your balls. You thrust one more time, just a little deeper, and let go, shooting your cum deep inside her rectum.

The hot spurts fill her, and Yuna’s body goes rigid, like a statue. Her breathing stops completely, her mouth opens in a silent scream as she shudders hard, her whole body shaking. A trickle of pee escapes her pussy, pooling on the floor.

She’s a mess, her ass still clamped around your cock, milking every last drop. “A-Ahh… please… so good, ahhh,” she finally gasps as her body starts to relax, still quivering from the intensity.

You stay inside her for a moment, letting her feel you, your cock twitching in her tight, cum-filled ass. She’s panting now, trying to catch her breath, her body spent.

You pull out slowly, your cock slipping free from Yuna’s tight ass with a wet, filthy pop. The sound of her gaping hole bubbling as your cum leaks out is satisfying, a thick, creamy mess.

She moans low, a shaky “Mmmh…” as her body twitches, overwhelmed by the feeling. Her legs give out, and she slumps against the counter, panting hard, her sweaty body is trembling like she’s been through a marathon.

You crouch beside her, brushing the sweaty, messy strands of hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes half-lidded, still dazed from it all. You caress her cheek gently, your thumb tracing her jaw. “See? You can take it, after all. You’ll do better next time, right?”

Yuna nods weakly, her breath ragged. “Y-Yes, Oppa,” she whispers, her voice hoarse. “I-I’ll do better…” As she speaks, her ass clenches and spurts out more of your cum, a wet squelch that makes her gasp, “Nngh!” Her face burns red, a humiliated moan slipping out as she mutters, “O-Oppa… it’s like I’m… shitting myself…”

You chuckle, patting her head, your smug smile widening. “You’re fine,” you say, ruffling her hair like she’s a pet. “I’ll check on you again after you clean up and finish the chores.” She nods again, still catching her breath, her body shivering from the aftershocks.

You stand up, pulling your sweatpants back up, your cock is semi-erect but satisfied for now. You walk to the fridge, grab a bottle of milk, and take a swig, the cold liquid hitting your throat.

Without another word, you head upstairs, leaving Yuna slumped there, her ass still leaking, her body an obedient mess. You know she’ll be ready for more later—she always is.

[defmaybe]

After-class Activities

ITZY’s Shin Ryujin x Male Reader

700 words

Prequel to After-class Activities: Part II

A/N: BFH-ish lol, more pegging!!!

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Wet squelching sounds of clapping skins echo through the classroom. It’s her thighs against yours creating an obscene vibration. The room reeks of sex and sweat. Ryujin’s nails dig into the curve of your waist as she fucks you with reckless abandon—plastic cock sliding in and out of your ass, spilling lube everywhere onto the floor. Your cries reverberate through the room as Ryujin’s length keeps hitting your prostate over and over again.

“You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love when daddy hits that prostate and makes you want to cum like a little cockslut, don’t you?”

“Ah–yes–yes, daddy. I’m your little cockslut,” you manage to reply, voice all airy and debauched from the immense pleasure you’re feeling, and you hear a giggle from behind. Her cock is stretching your asshole out so well. You aren’t going to walk back to your dorm straight by the time this is done.

You grab onto the edge of the teacher's table ever so tightly, trying to get a hold in this violent fucking you’re going through. Your pants and boxers are pooling at your ankles, shaking as Ryujin continues to fuck you with reckless abandon from behind. Her dildo is so thick, so long you’re sure that it’s going to make a bulge in your belly. Ryujin’s nails rake on your slim, slutty waist, leaving red marks on the smoothness of your skin. Her huffs are nothing but arousing to you, a signal of her effort in this raw, senseless fucking.

“Goddamn–” Ryujin growls, before slapping your cheek harshly, making you yelp in sudden pain. She pulls on your hair as she fucks your snug hole with no relent. The walls of your ass flutter around her length. Your cock dangles from your hips helplessly, swinging around in the air as its owner is being bent over and fucked in the ass.

It started with small things—glancing over as you walk by, making crude comments about your ass, jerking you off from behind in front of the bathroom mirror like you’re her bitch (you’re her bitch). And the best part of all of this? Being fucked senseless from behind, and call her with a moniker that suits her so fucking well: daddy.

Her cock is plowing your fragile, sensitive inner walls a little too well. The dildo is a perfect fit for you—long enough to attack your prostate, short enough to make it pleasant rather than painful, enough ridges and veins to graze your inner walls and make you moan like some useless cocksleeve for the class president Shin Ryujin.

As the barrage of her hammering goes on, the all-too-familiar feeling starts to build up inside your loins. Your legs shake. Your breathing grows erratic. Your cock pulses in the anticipation of cumming all over the floor of the classroom.

Barely holding it together, you whine, “Daddy, I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum, my little cocksleeve. Cum all over my cock for daddy,” Ryujin growls, yanking your head back by the hair harshly. Your mouth opens wide. The pain spurs you on, as the walls of your ass contract around her pretend dick. The feeling is culminating in your loins. You’re gonna cum all over the classroom floor.

“Daddy, ah!”

You scream from the depths of your lungs as the sound reverberates through the room. Your cock shoots ropes and ropes of cum onto the classroom floor and the teacher’s table, painting the surface beneath white with semen. Ryujin continues to attack your bruised prostate through your orgasm, making sure to milk you for all you’re worth.

Slowly, your orgasm dies down under her. Your cock twitches pathetically—used, abused, spent. Ryujin drags her cock out of your now-gaped asshole, before unbuckling and letting the strap fall onto the floor.

“Clean this up, fucking cockwhore,” Ryujin commands, as you slowly try to pick up yourself from the mess you two have made. Your leg struggles slightly, before you are able to stand up straight again, even if how utterly spent you are persists.

“I want you at my dorm at seven, you better be there,” Ryujin gives another order, her voice cold, before walking away, leaving you used, abused, alone.

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[smuttysabina]

The Most Motherly Maknaes

(Male Reader x Purple Kiss Swan and Dreamcatcher Gahyun, 6K Words) Tags: Mommy Fetish; Threesome, Tittyfucking; Double Tittyfucking, Fat sloppy creampies; Praise Fetish; Virgin Sex; Yet more Mommy Fetish; Oral and Vaginal Sex; Lots of Kissing and pampering; Oh hey, Jihyo is in this one as well, what a surprise; You don't get to fuck her though, maybe next time; Implications of Incest; Pregnancy; Also apron fetish I guess?

You had always had an absent mother, so it was somewhat of a pleasant surprise when you acquired two new ones, who were far more attentive. Their breasts squishing against either side of your chest, while the warmth of their breath tickles your neck, you find yourself trapped in their less than wholesome embrace. One of them is demanding of your attention, her luscious lips split by a wicked smile as she rewards your boldness with further "encouragement", pushing you to indulge yourself more. While the other is kindly and supportive, her fuller curves drowning you in affection whenever you crave solace, but always pressing you to try again. Gahyun and Swan may have been abysmal at getting you to focus fully upon your calculus homework, but they were excellent at satiating your desire for motherly attention; if not your passion for something more... Their hands gently close around the embarrassingly obviously bulge in your pants as they both whisper in your ears,

"Good boy..."

With your father busy spending his evenings plowing his secretary, and your mother constantly overseas on business (as well as whoring around), it had fallen to your dear cousin Jihyo to check in on you in what scattered time she had. Of course, as an active idol wrangling eight other active idols, she had only been able to visit on occasion, and when she had, more often than not she arrived dragging a whole train of girls. So you became well acquainted with the ladies of Twice, though soon enough girls from other groups would spice the mix, and looking back on it there was perhaps a noticeable preference for idols with matronly features... Beautiful Momo with her ditzy airs, Nayeon who always looked somewhat carnivorously at you, Jeongyeon who spent so much time teasing you, the elegant Karina, always accompanied by a warm Winter, kindly Nancy who doted upon you; and of course, many more who were lacking in such sizable assets. By the time you had finally grown into a man, these gorgeous women had pranced through your dreams on a regular basis, and Nayeon had started drooling uncontrollably whenever she was around you for more than five minutes. This attraction had not gone unnoticed, and so of course Jihyo had decided to act before she found the two of you in the closet; or really, any of the other idols. The last time Itzy had visited, Yeji had had to physically restrain Yuna, and the usually dorky leader herself had shown brief lapses where she would stare intensely at you, her eyes twitching spasmodically. To forestall the tragic loss of your virginity to a horde of slavering idols then, Jihyo, in her infinite yet somewhat warped wisdom, came to the obvious solution to the problem...

The afternoon had begun like any other, the dull mundanity of schoolwork, punctuated only by the brief breaks of entertainment when you would glance at your phone during a break. At least until the ping of a notification snatched your attention, and you read the message from your cousin Jihyo. She and a few (so probably a "few" dozen) girls would be swinging by to visit, but unfortunately she herself would be delayed by a few hours due to something coming up at work; but of course you would be a dear and entertain the girls already on their way? With a resigned sigh you halt your tiring journey through calculus, and hurriedly tidy up the place, not that it ever really got very messy, but still; the devil was in the details. After getting things touched up, you slouch back onto the couch, stuck in that annoying state of wary idleness as you wait for your slightly unwanted guests to arrive; hopefully Jihyo would be able to finish up whatever she was working on quickly, so you wouldn't get distracted for too long. You had barely started to settle in when the doorbell rang, and grumbling softly you scurry over to the door, throwing it open in welcome to reveal not the horde you had expected, but merely two idols. Gahyun and Swan blink bemusedly at your shocked face, before politely inviting themselves inside, squishing themselves against you in a warm hug that sends your heart racing a little.

The pair were, well, sizably endowed to say the least, a fact that remained prominent in your mind as you lead them to the couch, and as they slip in on either side of you. It was a struggle to not stare dumbly down at their exposed cleavage, but you manage to contain yourself to polite glances, and the girls do not comment if you perhaps spend a little too long looking. Swan was the more curvaceous of the two, her top straining to contain her hefty breasts, her body so soft you could drown in it. Gahyun meanwhile made up for her comparative lack of shapeliness with a vivacious and teasing attitude that soon had her teasing her companion relentlessly; and her chest was still sizable enough to distract anyone. The fact that both maknaes had you comparing their ample bodies, and not the intricacies of derivations, did not bode well for your productivity this night; not that the girls weren't trying to be supportive. Like any good guest, the idols did their best to repay your generosity as a host by helping you through your mundane tasks, so that you might fully entertain them when they are done. Therefore, they peered intently over your work, rummaging through their brains for long-forgotten knowledge before dispensing it in a haphazard manner; and with every movement they seemed to press closer against you. Soon you can barely move your arm without brushing against their breasts, as they each encourage you in their own ways; Gahyun pushing you, while Swan guides you.

You really would like to be able to finish your work, but your hindbrain was starting to swamp your forebrain with hormones, distorting its attempts to solve complex mathematics; those "3"s really looked a lot like Gahyun's lips... Something warm bulges against your leg, your body reacting naturally to the intimate proximity of such gorgeous ladies, even as you do your best to ignore its lascivious demands. But the busty maknaes are more receptive to your body's desires, they can smell the stench of lust emanating from you, and they seem more than willing to satiate it. The idol's hushed advice now steams against your neck and ears, making you shiver, their curvaceous forms invade your personal space beyond the point of politeness, and their fingers tip-toe oh so delicately along your thighs. Your pen slips from your grasp as you feel something soft press against your neck, and a stain of wetness drags itself up the other side. You shudder as the two idols kiss their way along your neck, but withdrawing before they could reach your own lips. The pair smile at you from either side, "Ready to become a man?" Gahyun purrs seductively, Before Swan chimes in, "Don't worry," she sighs, "We'll be gentle, a good boy like you deserves to have a nice first time, don't you think?"

Indeed, this was not exactly how you had planned on losing your virginity, you had imagined it would have been beneath Nayeon as she rode your first load out of you, or pinned down by one of the nymphos of Itzy, or even shuddering between the limber thighs of Wonyoung as she haughtily consents to opening her legs for the blood-relative of Jihyo; but not by such... motherly women. They politely take their turns kissing you, all the while praising you, scratching at an itch you had always born. Gahyun's lips are greedy for yours, her tongue eagerly slipping into your mouth to tussle with your own; then it is Swan's turn, her kisses more demure and reserved, more keen on showing you how to kiss properly than using your mouth for her own pleasure. Your face is already flushed by the time they are satisfied, your heart hammering in your chest, and they have barely even gotten started yet. With a knowing smile, Swan sits erect, reaching behind herself to unhook her bra and allowing her capacious breasts to droop freely down her chest. She leans back, allowing you to drink in the sight of her enormous assets, their dark nipples accentuated by her sizable areolas. Swan brings your head down into her cleavage, smushing your face between her boobs and urging you to indulge yourself; and soon you are suckling upon her nipple like a baby while you knead her tits. When you stop sucking it is only to unintentionally moan one word, which makes the idols share a pleased smile, and Swan agrees, "That's right dear, just let it go, be a good boy for mommy."

You shudder with unfathomable satisfaction as something in your brain clicks, your long-suffering desire for motherly approval was finally being satiated; and it when mixed with your youthful lust it scratched an itch you probably should have realized you had. Perhaps unsurprisingly, you were quite the mommy's boy. So you luxuriate in the warm comfort of Swan's breasts, while she rains praise down upon you; at least until Gahyun joins in on the fun, squishing her own massive boobs against your face. While your head is wrapped in such a soft embrace, your manhood conversely strains against your pants for release, and the moment your hips start to writhe the idols take notice. Gahyun leans down and kisses your forehead, "Aww, look how needy you are!" she purrs salaciously, "Don't worry, Mommy Gahyun will make it all better, okay?" Then with a devilish smile she wriggles down between your legs, carelessly shoving the low table back away from the couch as she crouches on the floor. Gahyum expresses shock after she wrenches your pants off, allowing your manhood to flop free of its confines, resting meatily upon your groin as she laughs with delight. You try and adjust it, but she slaps your hands away, "Just sit back dear, and let Mommy do all the work," she licks her luscious lips, "just look how hard you are..."

Snuggled between Swan's sizable cleavage, you open your legs so that Gahyun can have her way with you, which she does with evident relish. Her perky lips slip down your shaft, slathering your cock with her moist spit, staring up into your eyes as she takes your dick to the hilt down her throat. You groan loudly as your new Mommy gives you your first blowjob, and your balls throb as you struggle to contain yourself. But Gahyum has no intention of your first load sliding down her gullet, and after your meat has been suitably lubricated she pulls off of you; leaving behind only a red smear of lipstick around your base as evidence of her skills. Another smudge graces her cheek as she cleans off her lips with the back of her hand, and as she readies her breasts for what will come next, Swam murmurs praise down at you for holding on so well. Wearing a wicked grin, Gahyun pushes your cock between her breasts, squishing them around your shaft until only your tip peeks out. If her tits had felt heavenly pressed against your face, they felt transcendent when wrapped around your manhood, their softness moving up and down your length with surprising ease. Gahyun giggles at your facial expression, "You had better not cum yet dear, you can hold on for me, right?" Swan agrees, wrapping her arms around you to hold you tightly, "Mhmm don't finish yet, be a good boy and hold that load in for Mommy!"

Gahyun plays your meat like an instrument, pleasuring it with her smooth breasts until you are on the edge of climax, before pausing until your balls had fallen enough before continuing. Of course, after a few rounds of this you were begging for it, pleading with your Mommies for release, willingly submitting to their affections as you chased your orgasm. It also was not helping that it felt so good putting all your trust in them, these Mommies would not leave you, they would keep showering you with love and support so long as you remained a good boy, right? And it seems like you were, when Gahyun stops tittyfucking you so that she can stand and wriggle out of her jeans and panties, revealing her most precious spot for you to gawp at. She smirks at your reaction, before shooting a glance up at Swan's unseen expression, "What, your lips took his first kiss, its only right that mine take his first load," Swan evidently demurs, because she leans down to kiss your forehead, "Time to become a big boy," she informs you kindly, as Gahyun eagerly straddles your crotch. Her breasts brush against your face while her hand grasps your dick, lining it up for insertion before Swan chides her, "Geez let him watch!" Sighing, Gahyun indulgently leans back, allowing you to drink in the sight of her weighty breasts, as well as the glistening slit you will soon be filling. Her core tensing, she then raises herself up, bending your cock back until it kisses her wet entrance. Gahyun smiles teasingly, then she sits on it.

You moan unashamedly as your virginity is taken, your manhood pulsing as it is engulfed in Gahyun's warm, sloppy insides, every inch of it disappearing into her like magic until her prim lower lips reach the red mark left by her other lips. Her face as flushed as your own, Gahyun leans down to kiss you hungrily before breaking it off to growl, "Thanks for your virginity dear, how does your first woman feel?" You answer honestly, and her lips curl into a smug smile, "Good boy, now relax, try to hold on as long as you can..." Her pussy had felt sublime just soaking your cock in her juices, but when she started moving it was all you could do but clutch onto wobbling breasts and hold on for dear life. With your dick having been subjected to such extensive foreplay, you were never going to last very long, but things were hardly helped by the constant praise the two idols heaped upon you. "Such a good boy..." "Holding on for so long..." "Isn't she so tight?" "I can feel it twitching..." "Just let go..." "Good boy..." "Good boy..." "Do it, do it now..." "Do it for Mommy..." Gahyun grasps your face with either hand, staring intensely into your eyes, "Cum for Mommy," she purrs, and you do.

Your mind goes blank as pleasure surges through your shaft and into the warmth of Gahyun's belly, a seemingly endless tide of bliss that leaves you gasping for your Mommies. Squished between their soft bodies, you melt into them, unmoving except for the furious clenching of your manhood as it pumps an idol's pussy full of your sperm. When you come to, Gahyun has a look of sublime contentment upon her face, relishing in the feeling of her pussy being swamped by semen, her eyelashes fluttering with every fading pulse of your balls, "Fuck," she sighs, "Virgins always cum so fucking much, no wonder Nayeon got addicted to this..." Then she opens her eyes and smiles down at you, giving you a congratulatory kiss before asking, "So, how does it feel to be a big boy?" You awkwardly stammer out a reply to this goddess, but she laughs and hushes you after your words turn to gibberish, "Don't strain yourself dear, just relax, doesn't it feel so nice to be between us after you cum?" It does indeed, your usual post-coital sadness extinguished as you cuddle between the two idol's voluptuous bodies. After a little while, Gahyun slowly pries herself from your arms unmounts you, your cock soft enough that it flops out almost immediately, and her pussy squelches as it burps out some of your load. Giggling, she stoops down to clean your meat off with your mouth before rejoining you on the couch. The girls shift around, and you find yourself on your side facing Swan, as it is now Gahyun who presses up behind you, her breasts sticking against your sweaty back.

Swan hums soothingly, playing with your hair as her other hand traces along your sides along with Gahyun's, their touch making you shiver. You meanwhile suck on Swan's breasts like a baby, content in your vulnerability, feeling so safe and protected in their arms that you let down your barriers and indulge in the pleasures of being pampered again for the first time in a long time. The idols for their part seem more than enthusiastic about showering you with yet more attention, playing the part of your Mommies to perfection and lavishing you with love. And when you once again feel something stirring between your legs, the girls are purring with anticipation as they susurrate their soft bodies against yours, your pitiful moans only arousing them even more. Swan runs an idle fingertip along your shaft, causing you to twitch, "Does Mommy need to help her good boy drain his balls again?" You nod shyly, your submissiveness making Swan's lips part sultrily, "Well then, I imagine you want Mommy to sit on it again? You seem to enjoy just taking it..." Your cock bulges in answer, and both idols giggle. Swan huffs playfully, "Goodness Gahyun, what are we going to do with him?" Gahyun laughs, "Fuck him, of course!" Swan snorts before thoughtfully tapping her chin, "No, I think he should fuck me this time," she glances down at you, "I like making the cute ones work for it."

As the idols untangle themselves from you, Swan slips off her shorts, and finally pulls her top and bra up from where they had pooled around her neck. Fully naked, she leans back on the couch, allowing you to drink in the sight of her fertile body spread before you; from her pillowy breasts, down to where her healthy tummy curved into a prominent pubis that supported her puffy pussy. Trembling with nervous excitement, you hesitantly move between her legs until she stops you with a ginger to the forehead. She points downwards, "Eat your meal before you have your dessert," she chides you with a smile, before pressing down on the top of your head. Awkwardly, you crawl down her body, squirming around to support yourself properly as you breathe in the stench of your Mommy's sopping pussy. A layer of soft black hair graces her crotch, not long enough to get in your way, but it adds to the mature aura Swan was emitting. You lower your face down onto her sex, and timidly run your tongue up between her moist folds, lathering it with her honey. It tastes like an odd mixture of fish and piss, but your hindbrain correctly interprets it as delicious, and so you dig in with gusto. The salty tang of her pussy fills your mouth as you inexpertly lick up and down her labia, Swan holding your head in place with one hand as she gropes herself with the other, and you grind your crotch against the couch as you eat her out.

Eventually, Swan is satisfied enough by your efforts that she gently pushes your head from between her meaty thighs and hauls you back atop her voluptuous body. She was as soft as the cushions you had just been laying upon, her face flushed with arousal as she pulls you into a deep kiss while her arms clutch at your back. With the taste of both of her lips upon your tongue, you hump needily at her sex, prodding at her wet folds with your cock as you gormlessly try and enter her. With an amused sigh, Swan breaks off the kiss, and reaches down to guide you in, "No, wait like a good boy, just let me line it up and then-" she lets out a soft moan as you impulsively thrust forward the moment your tip enters her warmth, "Oh there you go dear, now you're inside Mommy..." The sultry heat of her pussy engulfs your shaft as you fill her until your balls press against her asshole, leaving you groaning her name as your cock pulses with pleasure. Swan pulls your head down into her breasts as you awkwardly start fucking her, your movements hindered by your inexperience, but your Mommy does not seem to mind. With one hand curling your hair while the other roams your back, she soothingly urges you to go slow, "Just like that dear, just focus on how warm and soft Mommy feels.." You try your best to keep your thrusts languid, you really do, but Swan's pussy was so wet it was dripping down your balls, and your body was unable to resist doing its best to plow her pillowy softness. Mommy is understanding though, and she locks her legs tightly around your waist as she urges you on, "That's it dear, its okay, Mommy knows how good it feels, Mommy is proud you lasted so long inside of her, so hush," she pushes your head against her neck so she can whisper in your ear while your body is fully meshed against hers, "Just let it out dear, it's okay to cum inside, Mommy will take responsibility, just relax and breed me," you moan plaintively as your thrusts grow long and deep, and Swan purrs happily, "Mhmm, there you go, breed me, breed your Mommy...oh there's so much..."

You shudder in Swan's loving embrace as the most powerful orgasm of your life rocks your body, your hips spasming as you try and unload as much semen as possible inside of her fertile pussy. The idol continues to murmur encouragement as pleasure gushes through you, her soft body feeling divine against yours as your overstimulated nerves make you writhe. You are left feeling drained and exhausted, your balls aching from the size of the load you had just spurted inside of Swan, sweat making your skin stick together as you lay atop her. Your Mommy does not try to move you though, instead letting you rest in her arms while your cock slowly shrinks until it is barely laying inside of her sloppy hole. Only once the after-effects of your climax fade does she release you, allowing you to stagger upright, looking down at her voluptuously formed body that you had so recently claimed with your seed. But lest you forget, you had two Mommies, and Gahyun was keen to remind you of that fact. Her kiss is hungry and demanding, her tongue invading your mouth and slaking itself upon your own. Your hands involuntarily come up and start groping her ample chest, which only seems to deepen her passionate kiss, until it feels like her tongue is going down your throat. You are left breathless and lightheaded, and you willingly allow Gahyun to pull your face down into her tits as she leans back against the couch, leaving you bent over with a nipple in your mouth.

Gahyun smirks down at you, "Suck on them, dear," she orders before glancing up, "Want to get him hard again for me?" she asks. You hear Swan shifting behind you as she gets up, "Oh sure, I don't mind cleaning up my own messes either," you feel her hands against your thighs as she makes you open your legs, "Adorable... oh wow, it is still leaking out, I wonder if I'll end up getting knocked up from this," Gahyun laughs, "Jihyo would love that," her gaze flicks down to you, "Did Mommy say you could stop sucking? Back to work dear!" Gahyun shoves your face back into her breast, force-feeding you her hardening nipple as you slurp messily upon it, "That's it, good boy!" Gahyun groans. Something warm and wet lazily traces its way up your shaft, making you start, but your Mommy keeps your attention firmly upon her while her counterpart toys with your manhood. Swan sucks and licks the sticky mess off of your cock, steadily nursing it back into its full length; your balls might still be recovering, but your member was already eager for more. Her tongue traces its way up your taint, as your dick is suddenly engulfed in a soft pressure that was rather familiar to you. You moan into Gahyun's boobs as Swan squishes her cleavage around your manhood, your entire length buried between her breasts as she uses them to massage you. Completely at her mercy, all you can do is mewl around Gahyun's nipple as Swan reminds you how stimulating a tittyfuck can be. Only when your cock starts to pulsate does she relent; after all, it was Gahyun's turn.

Gahyun wears a wicked smile as she bends over the couch, wiggling her ass enticingly as you shuffle over on your knees; your cock waving as it spears the air in front of you. Her smirk grows wider as your trembling hands grasp her waist as you clamber between her legs and into position, your dick rubbing between her modest cheeks against her slit. Your hotdogging grows more determined as Gahyun's lower lips moisten, your manhood eager to enjoy your Mommy's warmth once more; and so you angle yourself horizontally and press forward. For a second time, you simply end up prodding at your partner's folds, unable to figure out how to enter her, but before your frustration grows, Gahyun reaches between her thighs and grasps your meat, "Say please," she says, glancing back at you; and you do. She laughs, "So obedient! Can we keep him, Swan?" Your Mommy is kind enough to angle your cock properly though, even while she teases you relentlessly. You are unable to contain a shudder as your member slips inside of Gahyun once more, its tight folds gripping your shaft like a long-lost lover as you fill her pussy with every inch of you. Tentatively, you start to thrust, and soon discover why doggy was so popular a position, it was so much easier than missionary to get your strokes in! Gahyun giggles as you go to town on her from behind, expertly arching her back to drive you even wilder, "C'mon dear, Mommy likes it rough," she purrs, "So put your back into it! Make me feel good!" In all honesty, it was hard not to be a little rough in this position, the ease of motion and the cushioning of her ass cheeks made it difficult to resist slamming yourself against her as hard as you could. And while your balls were still gathering themselves for another load, your length was brimming with pleasure as you fuck your Mommy with youthful vigor.

The sound of your flesh slapping against Gahyun's was only barely louder than the noise her breasts made as they clapped together with every thrust. Your abs burn from overuse, your muscles unused to being put to use in such a particular manner and for so long, but you were unable to stop yourself from continuing to plow your Mommy; even as sweat pours down you. Her pussy was addicting, tight enough that your cock felt like it was in a vice, yet loose enough that you never had any trouble pulling out for a fresh plunge into her depths. Swan had joined the fun as well, squishing her curvaceous body up against your back, her hands stroking your chest while she urges you on; the feeling of her massive tits suctioned to your skin spurring you on. Gahyun suddenly begins moaning, hissing into the couch, "Yesssss, right there right there right there!" And when you start to fuck her even harder she snarls in approval, "Don't you dare fucking stop dear, just like that, Mommy is going-" she lets out a sudden gasp, and you feel her pussy spasming around your shaft; Swan purring with approval as Gahyun orgasms on your dick. You are left shocked and dazed, more than a little exhausted from your burst of effort, but still surprised that you had managed to make an experienced idol like Gahyun cum so easily... When she slips off your cock, her cunt leaves behind a layer of milky cream, sure evidence of your efforts.

Gahyun languidly turns around, smoothly moving to kiss you once more, and you are trapped between your two Mommies. both of them nibbling upon you while showering you with praise, "Oh good boy..." "Such a good boy..." "Just look at how nice you made Mommy feel!" "She left such a mess on your cock..." "It must have felt so good, didn't it?" "Mommy is so proud that you lasted so long..." "Your poor balls must be aching..." "Mmm... still hard?" "Oh... yes he is!" "Should we?" "We shall!" "Why don't we... you know?" "I think that's a proper present for our darling..." Your Mommies giggle knowingly as Swan slips around to your front and joins in devouring your lips, spittle slopping down your chin as her tongue joins Gahyun's in violating your mouth until your head spins.

Both Idols are smirking as they drag themselves down your chest, causing you to shiver as their rigid nipples trace along your skin. They kneel together in front of you, before wrapping one arm around each other's shoulders, and squishing their chests together, their ample breasts squirming against one another as they form a fleshy prison for your cock. With their free arms, the motherly pair grasp your ass and haul you closer until your tip is against the sweaty entrance to their conjoined cleavage. "Don't stop until your balls are empty, dear," Gahyun growls up at you, while Swan sighs, "Just relax, and let it all out for your Mommies, okay?" You nod hurriedly, before pressing forward into the supple pussy the idols made from their tits, your member buried in their soft flesh, its passage eased along by Gahyun's juices still coating your dick. Their breasts were large enough that you did not even emerge on the other side, and if anything it felt as good as their holes had, it was warm, moist, and oh so pliable. The sound of you plowing your Mommies' massive mammaries was appallingly loud, a dull squelching noise that erupted from between their cleavage with every thrust, but that just aroused you even more. You groan as you pump between their tits, holding onto their shoulders while you use their cleavage like the world's best fleshlight, your brain turning to mush as their warm pillows press in on either side of your manhood.

Your Mommies continue to pamper you even as you violate their chests with your cock, telling you what a good boy you were, saying how proud of you they were, how they just knew that you would be able to give them every last drop... The stimulation from their huge breasts was starting to get to you, and it was not helping that Gahyun and Swan would occasionally pause in their vocal encouragements to sloppily make out, their spit raining down onto their cleavage and seeping in to soak your penis. It was all too much. The idols' moans of pleasure, the burning heat suffusing your shaft, the texture difference between Swan's softer boobs and Gahyun's firmer ones, the feeling of their hard nipples scraping along your length as you thrust past them... You were going to cum, you were going to impregnate your Mommie's fat juicy tits, you were going to fill their cleavage with your sticky seed, you were going to drench them with your semen until your balls were dry. Your Mommies' eyes light up as you near climax, and they use their hands to drive you into them even harder, as a final groan escapes your lips and your eyes roll back as you finish. Ropes of jizz spew into the tight confines between Gahyun and Swan's breasts, dripping down onto their thighs while they gasp and coo with delight. Your orgasmic convulsions grow so strong with your cock head pops out from between its fleshy prison, showering their chests with your load and painting their chins with watery cum. With your cock now in the open the girls don't wait for a second, with first Swan taking your cooling meat into her mouth and slobbering all over it before letting Gahyun take her turn as well.

So that was how your first time ended, with two beautiful Mommies passing your messy cock between them as they sucked it clean; well, relatively clean. Of course they cuddled with you afterwards, pressing in on either side and purring with praise while your seed dried upon their flushed bosoms, giving you and each other more than a few kisses. Eventually you recovered enough to take stock of your surroundings, and you realize that you were in fact, no longer alone. Jihyo was curled up calmly in one of the chairs to the side of the couch, wearing not but an apron, blissfully ignoring the sizable wet stain on the fabric between her legs. She beams with pride when you notice her, clapping her hands in together, "So, how was your first time? Was it as satisfying as you thought it would be? Oh! Don't rush yourself dear, dinner is on the table, I'm sure everyone is absolutely famished!" You can only gawp as your cousin blabbers happily at you, just how long had she been there for? Just how much had she seen? But your stomach growls loudly at the thought of food, and your worries fade as you consider your much more pressing need. Somewhat awkwardly, the three of you untangle yourselves before following Jihyo into the dining room; if Gahyun or Swan were the least bit embarrassed at walking around stark naked around the other idol with her cousin's semen leaking from their holes and smeared across their chests, they did not show it.

After a somewhat awkward dinner where Jihyo merrily grilled you on every nasty detail of your first time, she cheerily shoos Gahyun and Swan out, though not before dressing them, and not before both of them gave you rather passionate kisses in goodbye. Then it was just you and your cousin Jihyo, who playfully undoes her apron, allowing it to pool at her feet; you had always known she was busty, but seeing her like this... Her tummy still bulged with pregnancy, and her breasts had swollen up even larger than you had ever imagined in your naughtiest wet dreams. Jihyo tickles your chin, "So, my darling baby cousin is now a man, I am so proud of you!" Somehow, Jihyo's praise hits you even harder than the others' had, and warmth fills your chest. Jihyo beams at your reaction, "Well, I'll stay for a bit and help clean up, but when I get back on Saturday..." she leans close, her engorged nipples brushing against your chest, "I want to see just how much you've grown up," she whispers, her eyes alight with lust for you in the first time you can remember. Then it is back to her usual teasing self, "Of course, Nayeon will want a turn, she's been sniffing your dirty underwear for like a year now. Oh, and I think Somi might be wanting to get in on the action as well, she's been masturbating to you for a while now..." she trails off, giving you an amused look, "What dear, are you so surprised? It tickles a girl's motherly instincts to see a boy with such obvious... issues."

As you go to bed that night, your heart is filled with a contentment that it had not been with in a long while. After all, you might have an absent mother figure, but it seems like you now had a plethora of Mommies to fill that void...

[tregearix]

SINNERS

ITZY Yeji X Male Reader Smut

You sit quietly in the pew, trying to focus on the priest's sermon, but your mind keeps wandering to the stunning woman on your left. A really beautiful woman with porcelain skin seems to glow in the candlelight. You find yourself sneaking glances at her lips as she hums along to the hymns. You also notices a man sit next to her with a little girl on his lap. And then you realize they must be a family.

Get a grip, you scold yourself silently. She's married. Off limits.

But as the service drones on, you can't help but steal more peeks at the beautiful woman. The way her silky hair falls over her shoulders, the graceful curve of her neck, the cleavage beneath her modest blouse...

Your face flushes with shame and arousal. You shift uncomfortably, trying to will away the stirrings in your groin. This is wrong. I shouldn't be thinking about her like this.

Just then, the woman turns to you with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling. "The sermon are boring isn't it," she whispers conspiratorially.

You feel your cheeks burn as the gorgeous woman leans in close, her sweet breath tickling your ear. "Uh, yeah, a bit," you whisper hoarsely, trying not to stammer. Your heart races, pounding in your chest as you steal another glance at her thin, luscious lips.

Yeji giggles softly, her hand brushing against yours as she shifts position. "I'm Yeji, by the way," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. "What's your name?"

Her touch sends electricity through your body, making your cock twitch in your pants. You swallow hard, struggling to maintain your composure.

You say your name a bit haltingly, your voice cracking slightly. "Nice to meet you Yeji."

Yeji smiles, her eyes roaming over your face appreciatively. "Likewise," she purrs. "You know, I've seen you here before. I always notice you sitting alone."

Before you can answer her question, she leans in even closer, her breasts pressing against your arm. You can smell her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla that makes your head spin.

"Tell me something," she breathes, her lips barely an inch from yours. "Are you always this... distracted during sermons? Or is it just something about me?"

Her question hangs in the air between you, heavy with implication. You feel like you might faint, your heart hammering so loudly that makes you worried everyone in the church will hearing it.

You try to play it cool, but your voice comes out shaky. "What do you mean? I'm just... well, I'm not feeling too great today, that's all."

You shift on your seat, trying to will away the persistent ache in your groin. Damn it, not now. You pray silently, hoping Yeji doesn't notice the growing bulge on your pants.

"Yeah, must be coming down with something," You mutter lamely, avoiding her gaze. You can feel her eyes on you, studying your face intently.

Please, just drop it, You beg internally. I can't handle this right now. But even as you think it, you know it's a lost cause. Yeji has you under her spell, and there's no escape.

Yeji's eyes flick down to your crotch for a split second before meeting your gaze again, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, I think I know exactly what you're coming down with," she teases, her voice dripping with innuendo.

She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs slowly and deliberately. The movement causes her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her smooth, creamy thighs.

Holy shit, you think, your mouth going dry. Is she seriously flirting with me right now? In church?

But even as the thought crosses your mind, you find yourself leaning in closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her scent fills your nostrils - a heady mix of perfume and something else, something primal and intoxicating.

"You know," Yeji murmurs, her hand coming to rest on your thigh. Her touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing through your body. "I have a confession to make."

She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "I'm not happy in my marriage. My husband... he doesn't satisfy me anymore."

You glance nervously at Yeji's husband, who's sitting beside her with their daughter on his lap, fully focusing on the sermon, oblivious to his wife conversation with you. Turning back to Yeji, your eyes widen in shock and confusion.

"What... what do you mean?" You whisper hoarsely, voice trembling slightly. "You're not happy in your marriage? What are you talking about?"

You also glance around, worried that other congregants might overhear the hushed exchange between the both of you. Your heart pounds on your chest as you struggle to process Yeji's bombshell revelation.

Yeji's eyes gleam with mischief and desire as she leans in even closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Exactly what I said," she purrs, her hand sliding further up your thigh. "My husband... he's a good man, but he can't satisfy me the way I need to be satisfied."

Her fingers brush against the bulge in your pants, making you gasp involuntarily. You feel your cock twitch and harden under her touch, straining against the fabric of your pants.

"I see the way you look at me," Yeji murmurs, her lips grazing your jaw. "I know you want me. And I want you too. I want you so badly, and it hurts."

She presses herself against you, her breasts squishing against your arm as she grinds her hips subtly against your thigh. The heat of her body seeps through your clothes, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Meet me at the storage room in 5 minutes," she breathes, her hand cupping your hardness through your pants. "We can... talk more privately there."

With that, she pulls away, leaving you aching and desperate, your mind reeling with the implications of her words. You watch her turn back to her husband, plastering on a sweet smile as if nothing had happened.

Is this really happening? A beautiful married woman is trying to hook up with me? Your head is spinning, trying to process the incredible turn of events.

You watch in disbelief as Yeji gets up from the pew, murmuring something to her oblivious husband. She glances back at you, her eyes smoldering with desire, before sauntering down the aisle.

You adjust yourself discreetly, trying to ease the ache in your crotch. Your cock is rock hard, straining against the confines of your pants. You can't remember the last time you was this turned on.

As Yeji disappears around the corner, you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. This day was supposed to be a normal Sunday for you but then this is happening. Your mind is battling away - should you go or not?.

Seconds goes by, minute after minute, and you still can't make your choice. You glance at Yeji's husband and daughter anxiously.

Fuck, what do I do? You think to yourself, palms sweating. This is wrong, she's married. But god, the way she was looking at me...

You shift uncomfortably on your seat, your cock throbbing painfully in your pants. You know you should probably just stay put, but the temptation to following Yeji to the storage room is overwhelming.

Screw it, You decide finally, standing up on shaky legs. I'm going to see where this leads, consequences be damned.

You slip out of the pew, trying to act casual as you make your way towards the church annex where the storage room is located. Your heart pounding loudly in your chest, your steps quickening with each passing second, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

What am I doing? you think frantically, your mind a whirlwind of excitement and anxiety. This is crazy. I could get caught. Her husband could find out.

But even as the rational part of your brain screams at you to turn back, your feet carry you forward, drawn to Yeji like a magnet. You reach the door to the storage room, your hand trembling as you reach for the handle.

Taking a deep breath, you push the door open, stepping inside. The room is dimly lit, filled with dusty boxes and old furniture. But there, in the corner, stands Yeji, her eyes glittering with desire.

"I knew you'd come," she purrs, sauntering towards you. Her heels click on the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

"I couldn't resist," you admit, your voice rough with need. "You're just... irresistible."

Yeji laughs, a low, seductive sound. "Flattery will get you everywhere, mister," she says, reaching out to trail a finger down your chest. "Now, why don't you show me just how irresistible you find me?"

Your breath catches in your throat as she presses herself against you, her hands roaming over your body. You can feel every curve of her, every soft inch of skin. It's intoxicating, overwhelming.

"Fuck, Yeji," you groan, your cock throbbing almost painfully in your pants. "You're driving me crazy."

With that, you crashed your lips against hers, kissing her with a hunger that steals her breath away. Yeji hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer and deeper. You kiss her like a man starved, like she's the only thing that matters in the world. And for this moment, in this dimly lit storage room, she is.

Your hands roam greedily over Yeji's curves, feeling the smooth, supple skin beneath her clothes. You palm her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, feeling her nipples harden under my touch. She moans into your mouth, muffled by the sounds of furious kissing.

You slide your hands lower, skimming over her waist and hips, gripping her ass and pulling her flush against you. You grind your rock-hard cock against her, letting her feel how much you wanted her, how desperately you need to be inside her.

"Fuck, Yeji," You groan, breaking the kiss to trail your lips down her neck. "You will be the death of me."

She gasps, tilting her head to give me better access to her sensitive skin.

You continue to explore Yeji's body with your hands and lips, reveling in the soft moans and gasps that spill from her mouth. Your fingers slip under her blouse, caressing the smooth skin of her back, tracing the lacy edge of her bra.

"Please..." she breathes, arching into your touch. "Touch me..." she whimpers needily.

Her words send a bolt of pure lust straight to your cock, making it throb almost painfully in your pants. You slip your hand around to her front, cupping her breast and squeezing gently. Her nipple is hard against your palm, straining against the thin fabric of her bra.

"I need you too, Yeji," you growl, your voice rough with desire. "I need to taste you, to feel you..."

With that, you drop to your knees in front of her, your hands sliding up her thighs to bunch her skirt around her waist. You bury your face between her legs, inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, making your head spin with want.

You nuzzle against her clothed pussy, feeling the heat of her through the damp fabric of her panties. She tangles her fingers in your hair, tugging gently as she grinds against your face.

"Oh yes.." she moans, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Oh god, yes..."

You hook your fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them aside, exposing her glistening pink folds to your hungry gaze. You lean in, running your tongue along her slit, tasting her essence on your lips.

She cries out, her grip on your hair tightening as she rocks her hips against your mouth. You lap at her eagerly, savoring the sweet nectar of her arousal, your tongue delving deep to stroke her most sensitive spots.

"Fuck," she gasps, her thighs trembling around your ears. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."

You have no intention of stopping. You're going to make her cum, to make her forget about everything except the feeling of your tongue on her pussy. You're going to ruin her just like she desired, you're gonna make her crave you like a drug.

And as you redouble your efforts, as her moans grow louder and more desperate. You pull away from Yeji's dripping pussy for a moment, looking up at her with lust-filled eyes. "Shh," You whisper urgently, reminding her where we are. "Don't be too loud."

She bites her lip, nodding in understanding as she tries to stifle her moans. You grin wickedly before diving back in, your tongue delving deep into her tight channel. You lap at her greedily, savoring her sweet taste and the way her thighs tremble around your ears.

"Mmmph..." she whimpers, her fingers tangling in your hair as she rocks her hips against your face.

You double down your efforts again, determined to make her cum hard on your tongue. Your nose brushes against her clit as you tongue-fuck her, the lewd wet sounds filling the storage room. You can feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around your tongue.

"Give it to me Yeji," You growl against her sensitive flesh. "Cum for me, baby. Let me taste that sweet nectar."

Her whole body goes rigid, her back arching as she throws her head back in ecstasy. "Fuuuck!" she cries out, her pussy gushing around your tongue as she rides out her intense orgasm.

You lap it all up, drinking down her delicious juices like a man dying of thirst. You don't stop until she's trembling and whimpering. Her thighs shaking so much, threatening to giving up.

You pull back, licking your lips in satisfaction as you admire your handiwork. Yeji is sprawled against the wall, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Holy shit," she pants, a lazy smile spreading across her face. "That was... incredible."

You stand up, pressing yourself against her, letting her feel the hard length of your cock straining against my zipper. "Oh, we're just getting started, beautiful," you promise darkly, your hands sliding down to grip her ass.

Yeji's eyes widen as she feels the hard length of your cock pressing against her. She licks her lips, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"Mmm, I can't wait to feel that inside me," she purrs, grinding her hips against yours. "I want you to fuck me so hard, I won't be able to walk straight for a week."

You groan, your cock throbbing at her words. You reach down, undoing your belt and zipper to free your aching erection. It springs out, slapping against your stomach, already dripping with pre-cum.

Yeji's eyes widen as she takes in the sight of your impressive length. "Oh my," she breathes, her hand reaching out to wrap around your shaft. "You're even bigger than I imagined."

You hiss through your teeth as she starts to stroke you, her hand gliding up and down your length. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of her touch.

"Fuck, Yeji," you groan, your head falling back against the wall. "That feels so good."

She smiles wickedly, her hand speeding up, twisting on the upstroke just the way you like it. "I want to make you feel good," she purrs, her other hand reaching down to cup your balls. "I want to make you cum so hard until you'll see stars."

Yeji sinks to her knees in front of you, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches for your throbbing cock. Her small, delicate hand wraps around your thick shaft, barely able to encircle its girth.

"Mmm, you're so big," she purrs, stroking you slowly. "I can't wait to taste you."

You groan as she leans in, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive head of your cock. Her tongue darts out, licking a bead of pre-cum from the slit. The sensation is electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine.

"Fuck, Yeji," You gasp, your hips bucking involuntarily.

She smiles up at you, her eyes glinting with mischief before she parts her lips and takes you into the wet heat of her mouth. You let out a low moan as she starts to suck, her head bobbing up and down your length.

It's almost too much to bear. The sight of a gorgeous woman on her knees, worshipping a cock, this is the stuff of every man's fantasies. You tangle your fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she takes you deeper.

"That's it, baby," You groan, your voice strained with pleasure. "Suck my cock just like that. Fuck, you're so good at this."

Yeji looks up at you, her eyes watering slightly as she takes you to the back of her throat. She relaxes her jaw, letting you slide even deeper, until you feel the head of your cock bumping against the entrance to her throat.

You let out a guttural moan, your hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Jesus, Yeji," You gasp, your fingers tightening in her hair. "You're amazing."

Yeji moans around your cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body. She bobs her head faster, taking you deeper into her throat with each downward motion. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of your cock, teasing the slit and lapping up the pre-cum that leaks from the tip.

"Mmmph... mmmm..." she hums, the sound muffled by your thick shaft stretching her lips.

Your head falls back, your eyes closing as you lose yourself in the incredible sensations. Yeji's mouth is pure heaven, hot, wet and perfect. You can feel your orgasm building, your balls tightening as she works you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Yeji," you pant, your hips thrusting shallowly as you fight the urge to cum. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum..."

She pulls off with a lewd pop, her hand stroking your shaft as she looks up at you with hooded eyes. "Do it," she urges, her voice husky with desire. "Cum for me, I want to taste it."

With a guttural groan, you let go, your cock pulsing as you shoot your load into her waiting mouth. She moans in delight, her tongue lapping at your shaft as she swallows every last drop of your cum.

You almost sag down to the floor, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Yeji stands up, licking her lips as she savors the taste of you.

"That was incredible," she purrs, pressing herself against you. "But we're not done yet, are we?"

You shake your head, "Not even close," You growl, your voice rough with desire. You can feel your shaft hardening again, rising to attention as if begging for more of Yeji's touch.

"You're insatiable," she teases, her hand wrapping around your thick length and giving it a squeeze. You hiss in pleasure, your hips bucking into her touch.

"Only for you," you pant, your hands gripping her hips tightly. "I want to fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling me for days."

Yeji's eyes darken with lust, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Then what are you waiting for?" she purrs, turning around and bending over a nearby crate. She looks back at you over her shoulder, her skirt flipped up to reveal her perfect, round ass. "Take me, make me yours."

You don't need to be told twice. You step forward, your cock throbbing with anticipation as you lined up behind her. You rub the head of your shaft through her wet folds, coating it in her arousal.

"Fuck, you're so wet," You groan, your fingers digging into her hips. "I can't wait to be inside you."

With that, you thrust forward, burying yourself to the hilt in her tight heat. You both cry out at the sudden intrusion, your bodies joining as one. You pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of her walls clenching around you.

"God, you feel amazing," You pant, your hips starting to move. "So tight, so perfect."

Yeji moans, pushing back against you, urging you to go deeper, harder. And you comply, your hips snapping forward as you begin to fuck the married woman with abandon. The storage room echoes with the lewd sounds of your coupling, the slap of skin on skin, the creaking of the crate.

"Yes.. yes.. yes..!" Yeji cries out, her fingers scrabbling on the rough wood. "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

"Shhh, be quiet Yeji," The faint voice of the priest on the mic reminded where we are right now, but you obliged her request, your thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. You lean over her, your chest pressed against her back as you piston in and out of her sopping wet cunt.

"Take it, Yeji," You growl in her ear, your hand snaking around to rub her clit. "Take my cock like you were made for it."

Yeji cries out, her body shaking with pleasure as you pound into her. "Yes, just like that!" she moans, her fingers digging into the wood of the crate. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

You can feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around your cock like a vice. You redouble your efforts, your hips slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. Your fingers work her clit, rubbing it in tight circles as you bring her closer and closer to the edge.

"That's it, baby," you pant, your own orgasm building in your core. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

With a keening wail, Yeji's body goes rigid, her pussy spasming around your shaft as she cums hard.

You didn't slow down, not even for a second. You fucked Yeji even harder as she came, your hips slamming into hers with bruising force. You could feel her pussy clenching and fluttering around your cock, trying to milk you dry, and it felt fucking incredible.

The storage room was hot and stuffy, the air heavy with the scent of sex. The world outside faded as you continued fucking the married woman. You aware how taboo and sinful it is, to fucking a married woman in a church, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the feeling of Yeji's tight cunt gripping you, the way she moaned and writhed beneath you.

You angled your hips, hitting that spot inside her that made her seeing stars. "Fuck, Yeji," You gasped, your balls drawing up tight. "You feel so fucking good."

You could feel your second release is barreling down, your cock throbbing and twitching inside her. But you held back, determined to make her cum again before you let yourself go.

Your fingers finding her clit again, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. "Come on, baby," You urged, your voice strained with the effort of holding back your own orgasm. "Give me another one. Cum all over my cock like a good slut you are."

Yeji's body trembles under your touch, her pussy clenching and unclenching around your throbbing cock as you play with her clit. "Oh my god," she moans, her voice high and breathy. "I'm... I'm gonna... oh fuck!"

Her words dissolve into a wordless cry of ecstasy as she comes again, her pussy gushing around your shaft. You followed behind her, with a guttural groan you let go, your hips slamming into hers one last time as you bury yourself as deep as possible inside her.

"Fuck, Yeji!" You cursed, your cock pulsing as you fill her with your seed. "Take it all, baby. Take my cum."

Yeji's body goes limp, her forehead resting on the crate as she tries to catch her breath. You collapse on top of her, your cock softening, still buried deep inside her. Your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath.

After a moment, you pull out, watching as your combined fluids drips out of her well-fucked hole. You scoop some up with your fingers, bringing it to her lips. "Taste us," You murmur, your voice husky with satisfaction.

Yeji parts her lips, sucking your fingers into her mouth and licking them clean. "Mmm," she purrs, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "We taste good together."

You smile, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. You both stay like that for a moment, lost in each other, before reality starts to creep back in.

"We should probably get cleaned up," You murmur reluctantly, pulling away. "Before someone comes looking for us."

You both quickly fix your clothes and clean up any evidence of the tryst. You tuck your semi-hard cock back into your pants, wincing slightly as you do. It's still sensitive from the intense fucking session, the fabric of your pants feels rough against your skin. You zip up, trying to ignore the lingering ache in your balls.

Yeji smooths down her skirt and blouse, running her fingers through her hair to tame the wild strands. She looks flushed and satisfied, a secret smile playing on her lips.

"That was amazing," she murmurs, her voice low and husky. "I can't believe we're just having sex on church."

You grin, pulling her close for one last kiss. "Believe it, baby. And that was fucking incredible."

You both take a moment to catches breath, your hearts racing as you come down from the high of illicit encounter. "We should probably get back before they start to wonder where we went," You say reluctantly. "You go first, remember to look around first, I'll go after a few minutes".

Yeji nods, giving you one last heated glance before slipping out of the storage room. You wait a beat, your heart pounding in your chest as you listen for any signs of movement outside.

When you're sure the coast is clear, you step out into the empty hallway, your senses on high alert.

You slip back into the main sanctuary, you make your way to your seat, trying to act casual as you sit down again next to Yeji. She's engrossed in conversation with her husband and daughter, seemingly unaffected by what just happened between the both of you.

You glance towards church altar, realizing that the sermon is almost over. The priest is wrapping up his final points, preparing for the closing prayer. You try to focus on his words, but your mind keeps drifting back to the feel of Yeji's body, the taste of her on my tongue. You sneak a glance at Yeji, wondering if she's feeling the same way, are she's thinking about you as much as you thinking about her.

But she's all smiles and laughter with her family, the picture of the perfect wife and mother. No one would ever guess that just moments ago, she was on her knees in a storage room, worshipping another man's cock like it was her reason for living.

The thought of it sends a shiver down your spine, and you have to bite back a groan. As the congregation rises for the final prayer, you bow your head, your eyes squeezed shut. But you're not praying for forgiveness or redemption. You're praying for another chance, another opportunity to get lost in Yeji's body, to forget about everything else except the feel of her skin against yours.

It's a dangerous game you're playing, you know that. But you can't seem to stop yourself. Yeji has gotten under your skin, and you don't think the tryst memory you have with her in the storage room will going away easily.

The sermon ends and the congregation begins to disperse, chatting amongst themselves as they file out of the pews. You hang back, watching as Yeji gathers up her daughter and husband, leading them towards the exit.

You hesitate for a moment, torn between following her and keeping your distance. But the magnetic pull of her body, the memory of her taste on your tongue, is too strong to resist. You fall into step behind them, keeping a discreet distance as you follow them out into the bright sunlight.

As they reach the parking lot, Yeji turns to her husband, exchanging a quick kiss before ushering their daughter into the backseat of their car. You watch as she slides into the front seat, her husband climbing in beside her.

Just before he closes the door, Yeji glances up, her eyes locking with yours. For a moment, you see a flash of heat, of unspoken promise, before she looks away, her expression once again the picture of wifely devotion.

The car pulls out of the lot, and you're left standing there, your heart racing, your mind reeling with the possibilities of what might happen next.

[smutmind]

An idea popped in my mind about the Itzy girls on a game night, and whoever lost, as a punishment, had to go to the nearest bar, fuck a random guy in the bathroom and send a pic mid fuck as proof. After Lia ranks last, she is the one that has to take on the challenge, but she ends up enjoying the sex so much that she forgets the pic, so she had to find another guy who also fucks her so good that he makes her soak the floor... but this time with the requested photo evidence

What do you think?

The bar spun just a little. Not fast—just enough to make the neon lights smear at the corners of Lia’s vision like wet paint.

She tasted the tequila still, sharp and citrusy on her tongue, and felt it low between her legs—warmth blooming, pulsing, unignorable.

She was tipsy. Bold. Soaked clean through.

He sat near the back. Tall, early thirties maybe. Short-cropped hair, broad shoulders, fingers loose around a glass half-empty. Their eyes locked the second she stopped at his table.

“You alone?” Lia asked. Her voice had a slur to it, lazy and hot. Her tits didn’t bounce much when she leaned over—they were small, barely enough to spill over the top of her bra. Didn’t matter. She had legs for days, a skirt that barely covered her ass, and the look of a girl who’d made up her mind three drinks ago.

“Uh… yeah,” he said, blinking.

“Good.” Her smile was slow and wicked. “I need your dick for ten minutes.”

He coughed. “What?”

“I lost a dare,” she said, then laughed—drunk and fearless. “You win by existing.”

He scanned her, up and down. Her lip gloss was smudged. One strap of her top kept slipping off her shoulder. Her pupils were wide and black.

“Are you serious?”

She turned. “Follow me if you want a free fuck.”

She didn’t check if he followed—she knew he would. The bathroom was dim and smelled like bleach and beer sweat. She shoved open the stall, dragged him inside, and locked the door behind them.

“Take it out,” she said, flipping her skirt up. No panties. Just bare skin, flushed and slick. “Don’t be useless.”

He fumbled with his zipper, staring like he’d walked into a porn scene.

“You’re real?” he asked, freeing himself.

“Less talking,” she said, bending over the toilet, hand braced on the tank, “more fucking.”

Her ass jutted back, round and flushed pink. She arched her back, gave one slow wiggle, and looked over her shoulder.

“Now.”

He grabbed her hips and slid in raw. She gasped—tight, wet, the stretch hitting deep. Her cheek hit her arm. Her pussy gripped him, greedily.

“Jesus—you’re soaked,” he groaned.

“I told you,” she hissed. “I’m so fucking horny.”

He thrust. Once. Twice. His hips slapped against her ass, wet and loud. The stall rattled with each movement.

Lia moaned—sharp, feral. Her pussy clenched around him, rhythm tight and fast. She reached under herself, rubbed her clit in fast circles.

“Fuck—use me,” she panted. “Just fuck me until you come.”

His pace quickened, messy and urgent. She rocked back on him, hard. Every slap echoed in the cramped stall.

“I can’t believe this is real,” he groaned.

“Shut up and fill me,” she snapped.

He growled and slammed deeper. Lia gasped, thighs trembling. Her slick made everything easy—his cock gliding in and out, wet and loud.

“Gonna come,” he grunted. “You want it?”

“Yes.” Her voice cracked. “Do it. Fucking give it to me.”

One last thrust and he shuddered, hips jerking. She felt him throb inside her, cock twitching deep as he came, hot and thick. His breath came fast, heavy against her back.

“Holy fuck…”

She stood slowly, skirt still up, legs shaking. Her hair clung to her neck. Her inner thighs glistened.

Then her eyes widened.

“No…”

He blinked. “What?”

She grabbed her phone. “I forgot the fucking pic.”

He frowned. “Wait—that was part of it?”

She looked in the mirror. Mascara smudged, lips swollen, breasts rising and falling.

“I can’t lose again.”

She yanked her skirt down and walked out, phone in one hand, heels clacking.

“I need another dick.”

Lia’s thighs still trembled. Her breath came in shallow gasps, but her core pulsed with something hotter than before—need, sharpened to a blade.

The first guy had been decent. Eager. Clumsy. And completely forgettable.

Worse, he’d left her without proof.

That couldn’t happen again.

Back inside the bar, she moved differently. No flirty sway. No wide-eyed scan for charm. She hunted now—slow, deliberate, hungry.

And then she saw him.

Leaning against the back wall. Buzzcut. Thick arms folded. Dark hoodie with the sleeves torn off, veins threading down his forearms. He didn’t nurse a drink—just watched the room like it was a bad movie and he was the only critic who mattered.

Lia cut through the crowd like a knife.

“I need a picture of you inside me,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s one hell of an opener.”

She tilted her head, skirt riding high on one hip. “Not an opener. A dare. I lost. The rule’s simple—fuck a stranger in the bathroom, snap a pic, send proof.”

His eyes dipped down her body. Slow. Calculating. Then back up to her face.

“You serious?”

She lifted the hem of her skirt. No panties. Just bare thigh, slick and flushed.

“Dead serious. You in?”

He didn’t smile. Didn’t ask again. Just pushed off the wall and said, “Lead the way.”

In the stall, she propped one heel on the toilet seat, hiked her skirt up, and leaned against the wall. Her ass was bare, glistening in the harsh light. Wet already. He could see the shine.

He wrapped his hands on her hips—strong, rough—and he drove in like a maniac.

Lia cried out, loud and raw. “Fuck—yes—right there.” Her nails scraped the cold tile as her body rocked forward, barely keeping balance. “God, you’re so deep.”

He grunted, voice thick with grit. “You take it like you’ve been needing this all week.”

She laughed, breathless. “Try all month.”

He slammed in again, harder. “You’re dripping for it.”

“No shit I am,” she gasped. “You’re thicker than I expected.”

His grip tightened on her hips. “You like that?”

“Love it,” she moaned. “Keep going—wreck me.”

He obliged, every thrust deliberate, heavy, punishing. Her spine arched under the force. Her bones felt like they were coming apart.

“Fuck—you feel like a prize,” he muttered, grinding in hard and deep.

She pushed back, meeting him stroke for stroke, ass bouncing against his pelvis. “Then earn your trophy,” she panted. “Show me you deserve it.”

The stall rocked. Metal groaned. Her tits bounced with each slam, nipples stiff and brushing air. Sweat trailed down her spine, pooling at the small of her back.

Her hand slipped between her legs. Fingers found her clit. “Don’t you dare stop,” she warned, voice cracking. “I’m so close—fuck—so fucking close—”

“You gonna come on me?” he asked, breath jagged, hips unrelenting.

“Hard,” she moaned. “Keep pounding—I want you to feel it.”

He held her tighter, fingers digging into her hips like he was afraid she’d vanish. Then he slammed in—once, twice—hard enough to make the stall shudder.

Lia broke apart on the third thrust.

Her cry ripped through the air, primal and desperate. Her thighs shook violently as her orgasm crashed over her. Slick flooded down her legs, hot and thick, soaking the floor tiles beneath her heels. Her whole body trembled, spine bowing under the weight of it.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, voice wrecked. “You’re a fucking waterfall.”

Her skin glowed, flushed and damp, hair clinging to her neck. She could barely breathe, could barely think—but the words still came, low and ruined:

“Do it,” she whispered, hips pushing back into him. “Cum inside me. Ple.." He groaned—loud, raw. His hips snapped forward, one final time, then bucked as his release surged through him. She felt the way he pulsed inside her, deep and hard.

His breath came in broken gasps. Forehead resting against her back.

Lia stayed bent, her palms flat against the wall, her cunt still twitching, still leaking.

Slowly, she turned to face him. Her cheeks glistened with sweat. Her lip was caught between her teeth, kissed dark from biting. Hair wild and tangled. Her eyes—wide, fevered—locked onto his.

Like she was still hungry.

“Camera,” Lia said, voice low and breathy, handing him her phone with trembling fingers. “Aim low. I want them to see how deep you got.”

He took it without a word, the weight of her gaze heavy on his face. She bent over again, slowly this time—arched back, thighs still slick, pussy flushed and swollen, twitching with aftershocks.

He angled the phone. Click.

Flash.

The photo caught everything—her glistening folds stretched, her skin dewy with sweat, wet and full.

Then she turned around.

Dropped to her knees.

He barely had time to catch his breath before her lips wrapped around him—slow and deliberate, like she was tasting a secret. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft, teasing the sensitive ridge before she took him deeper. Her mouth was hot silk, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, slow and steady.

She looked up.

Eyes wide, pupils blown, lashes wet.

Drool slid down the corner of her mouth, catching on her chin as she began to move—head bobbing gently, lips sealing around him with wet, obscene sounds.

Then she hit record.

The red light blinked to life. She never looked away.

“You see this?” she whispered around the head of his cock, pulling off with a wet pop. “This isn’t just a dare.”

She licked him from base to tip, slow and deliberate. “This is me owning every fucking second of it.”

She took him back in, eyes fluttering as her throat worked, his hips twitching in reflex. Her spit coated him in glossy sheen. She moaned low in her throat—vibration pulsing through him.

Then she pulled back, slowly, tongue following the shaft until it slipped free.

Her mouth glistened. Her face flushed. A string of saliva stretched between her lips and the tip of his cock before it snapped.

She stopped the recording.

Sent the photo. Then the video.

Her group chat detonated—screams, emojis, chaos lighting up the screen like fireworks. Lines of disbelief. One from Yuna blinked in at the bottom:

You might’ve just retired the game.

Lia stood. Smoothed her skirt down her thighs. Licked her lips once more.

Then she turned to the mirror—hair wild, lips swollen, sweat shining along her collarbones—and smiled.

Challenge. Fulfilled.

[unholybacon355]

What’s under my christmas tree? Part 2

Shin Ryujin x Male Reader

Word Count: 4 K

TW: Incest.

Part 1

Masterlist

A/N: I was working on another story, then I had and idea and started working on it. But then I had another new idea and had to drop the two first to write that instead. You might thing that's all but out of none were came that Itzy performance at Seoul University and my whole world shifted again. That Ryujin was so powerful that made me resume on this story. So this is the second and final chapter of this forbidden story. Hope you have fun reading it.

CHAPTER TWO

Over the years, you've had sex with your sister in many places. In your bedroom, her bedroom, the kitchen, and the restroom. You've even fucked her in a tent. You've also fucked her pussy and mouth plenty of times and cum inside and all over your sister. But what you have never done before is fuck her in the ass. That was forbidden to you until today.

As she said, her butt was reserved for big boys. Not for a loser like you that can’t fuck her properly. So the closer you were from fucking her in her rear entrance was that time you put a finger inside her butt while fucking her, hiding in the kitchen during that other family dinner. But nothing like this, everything far from that was forbidden. Well that seems to have come to an end, and apparently your performance finally satisfies your sister enough to allow you to put your dick inside her ass.

“My loser made me cum sooo good that deserves a special treat.” Ryujin's deep voice was doing things to you in levels that you could understand. It was obviously so familiar to you, but the way that every single of her words was tickling the back of your head and your balls, was completely new to you. 

“Are you sure?” You wanted, you really wanted but maybe something about making your sister cry and then fucking her in the ass wasn’t right at all. But honestly a big portion of your relationship with Ryujin wasn’t right.

“Why so nervous? You’re a loser but you gonna do it good.” She cups your face and again kiss you on the forehead. “I’ll teach you how to do it properly.” Now your sister roses her lips over yours but not kissing you, that drives you crazy because it is so sexy, so tempting. Your balls twitch and your shaft throb, remembering you that you're still buried inside your sister.

Using your shoulders for support, Ryujin stands up. Her legs shake and she lets out a sigh as your shaft slides out of her pussy and some of her juices fall after. Then she steps back, untying her cloak but still maintaining eye contact with you. “This needs to be gone now.” She said as leaving the garment fall from her shoulders. “These too.” Now it’s turn from Ryujin’s panties to be taken off, so she reaches the waistband and slides the garment down her legs.

Now, your sister is completely naked except for her stockings, which cover most of her legs. This is the most naked you've seen her in a long time. At one point, the TV turned off automatically while she was riding you, so now all the light you get to appreciate her figure is the one coming from the tree lights. Dancing shadows are cast upon her skin as the lights change, highlighting all her beautiful features. You stare at her as if she were a work of art hidden from the world that has just been rediscovered. You look at her as if she were something not meant for you, but you were lucky enough to discover her. In a way, that's true because siblings aren't supposed to look at each other like that.

She's so perfect in your eyes that you didn't even notice your mouth was open. Not jaw dropping open, but still open. That’s the effect your sister has on you. “Don’t look at me like that.” She said with her deep voice. “I haven't exercised in a while.” Suddenly she became shy and tried to cover her tummy. Not her breast or her pussy but her belly. You quickly understand what this is about. 

“N-no. Isn't that.” You quickly move to be kneeling in front of her and move her hands away, leaving her tummy exposed again. With parsimony, you kiss her just below her navel, causing her to giggle from the tickle of your breath on her skin. “It’s just that this is the first time I actually have time to appreciate you. And…” After all you have done tonight you don’t understand why it is still difficult for you to say things like that. “You’re so beautiful.” You place another kiss in her tummy, this time accompanied with a hug. She instinctively cares your head as a response, interlocking her fingers with your hair.

“Thank you.” Not a joke or complaint from your sister, not the bratty Ryujin, just a sincere thank you. “Now if you really wanna fuck me in the ass you should eat me first.” Those words weren't said rudely or to try to separate you from your sister. They were said more as a reminder that, although you love your sister, you're not here to flirt with her. Not this time. 

“We need some lube instead.” When you release your sister from your hug she positions herself in all four in front of you, presenting her nice and round ass to you.

“Don´t worry, your saliva will be enough. Just spread my cheeks and put your mouth to work. Noona will tell you what to do.” You have to admit that every time she calls herself “Noona” you feel something extrange deep inside you. Maybe it is the way she uses a word that is normally reserved for more fraternal moments in such a dirty way. It’s like a reminder of what you’re doing is forbidden. 

Not wanting to disobey your sister, you spread her ass open, revealing her entrance. You've never had the chance to put your dick inside that precious rim, but that's about to change. Even though she says she hasn't been exercising her glutes feel firm in your hands, yet are still squishy and easy to knead. Your hands are full of your sister’s ass. You feel the soft flesh molding under your touch as you massage the insides of her glutes with your thumbs.

The light partially allows you to see the aftermath of her orgasm. Her arousal is still gathering in her swollen lips, making them shine with a million pearls and colors under the dancing lights. In some ways they look so kissable, so appetizing, that you wanna dive into them and eat your sister’s pussy. But you know your target for this occasion is slightly up, resting between her cheeks. There is her wrinkled entrance waiting for you to make your move. It is small and pulsating, as Ryujin displays her control over that part of her body.

When your tongue first lands over her skin, the taste of your big sister’s asshole invades your senses. Of course you already knew that her pussy taste was glorious, but this is your first time eating her ass and to your surprise the taste was good. Maybe it was because is your sister’s ass, but you grew hungry very quickly. You want more of her and you want it now, and in order to achieve that you move your tongue all over her ring of muscle, drawing different forms and leaving saliva behind. 

But you not only lick, you also kiss Ryujin’s asshole because you think it is the right thing to do. And she isn't stopping you, so you have her approval to do so. She says she would guide you, that she would teach you how to eat her properly, and since she hasn’t said anything yet you think you're doing good. All that your sister does is make her back entrance throb and release soft moans mixed with occasional giggles when you kiss her in that spot. She is devoted to you, trusting that her little brother is going to make her feel good, because she knows you care about her and her pleasure. You are not like the other guys that just see her as a hole to stick their dick inside, you want her to have fun and pleasure too. 

“My Loser is doing it good. Noona feels soooo good.” Her words are a reaffirmation of your actions. “But don’t be shy and stick your tongue inside” You had only seen things like this in porn movies, maybe or not imagining that you would recreate those movies with your sister, so everything is a new experience for you here. But following Ryujin’s guidance you press over her entrance, pushing to get your way inside such a private area. Her ass finally gives in after your push and allows your tongue inside, not that you really had to put a lot of pressure but more like Ryujin opened her asshole herself. 

Of course the sensation of sticking your tongue inside your sister’s rectum is overwhelming. It feels soft and warm, but very different to any pussy you have ever eaten. It’s not the same kind of warm and also isn’t that wet, but isn’t dry either. It is something very difficult to understand and describe for you, but you definitely are enjoying every second of this moment. You draw your tongue out to put more saliva and then is back inside your sister exploring her till today forbidden entrance to you.

Ryujin moans are getting loud but that’s no problem, not tonight that you have the whole house for you two. Thinking straight you notice that this is actually the first time you have such a freedom to fuck and do wathever you want. Your encounters always are furtive due the forbidden nature of a pair of siblings hooking up. Always hiding and rushing, behind a closed door, in a corner where no one could see you. You even once fucked in your parent’s bed, but that was so quick that none of you really reached the orgasm. But this is the first real time you don’t have to rush or hide, and perhaps that is what is making this feel more like being with a partner than just hooking up. A dangerous path to walk with your sister, but you two are already too deep in this twisted game to care about it.

After a few minutes of eating out your sister's ass she pats your head. “I think I’m ok, that's enough preparation for me.” 

“Are you sure?” You want to keep eating her but also are worried about not using any lubricant beside your own saliva.

“Don’t worry. I’m used to this, also noona has taken bigger things in her ass. I'm sure you heard the rumors, that one seems to be pretty popular.” Yes, you've heard that before, but you don't want to think about what your sister did with other people. All that matters to you is here and now. “I’ll be fine. Just put some saliba in your dick and everything's gonna be ok.”

You release her glutes and collect some saliva in your hand to spread it all over your shaft as she said, while Ryujin spread her ass wide open for you. Her entrance is totally exposed and coated in saliva, and she makes it throb with anticipation. You kneel behind her lining up your tip with her rear entrance, ready to finally put your cock in there. But even when you know she can perfectly take you in, and know you are sure because she confirmed that that particular rumor is true, you still are not convinced to use just your saliva.

Your sister is waiting for you, but instead of trying to penetrate her ass you first rub your tip between her pussy lips. Is just a moment and she’s about to scold you but you rub your dick all the way up until her butt opening, now your tip is also coated in her juices. “Mmmm another bold movement. My little loser is growing so fast.” She can’t hide the pride in her voice, something that makes your balls tingle.

“Sloooow at first.” Ryujin hissed as you pushed your tip in her entrance and she gave up to you. Slowly your tip goes inside her anus, the sensation is overwhelming but something feels out of place to you. You don’t want this to happen like this, at least not tonight. 

“Ryu I can’t.” You say taking your dick out of her ass. “Not like this.”

“Whait, what? You don’t want me?” You can't see it in her expression but you can hear the doubt in her voice. She is  feeling rejected, insecure, her world is falling apart again. Ryujin releases her ass and is getting on her knees when you hug her from behind and talk to her ear.

“Ryu, I want you but not like this. I wanna see you.” You kiss her on the cheek. “I wanna fuck you in the ass, I really do,  but I want to look into your eyes while I do it.” Another kiss. “I don’t wanna just use you like that. You're my sister and I love you. You deserve better.”

“Oh… Butt… My Loser.” You feel how she bites her lower lip to repress a sob, but can’t do anything about the tears falling down her cheeks. “It’s gonna be harder for you in that position.” Her hands meet yours over her tummy, but you raise one to wipe away her tears.

“It’s ok because my noona told me she would teach me.” You kiss her neck and caress her hand with your thumb.  More tears fall, but this has nothing to do with when she was crying earlier. This is completely different.

“Ok, then let’s do it.” She says between sobs. You want to keep comforting her and make sure that she’s ok, but Ryujin opens your arms and lies down on the floor in front of you. “Let me show you how to fuck noona in the ass.” With that, she raised her legs, holding them at the knees and keeping them open for you.

Your sister lies on her back with her legs open, presenting her holes to you. She's completely vulnerable, waiting for you to pack yourself and fuck her in the ass. To be a big boy, as she said. You can still see tears shining on her cheeks, but she's waiting for you. You know she wants this as much as you do. You know she’s counting on you to make her feel good, and  to put an end to the bad thoughts she’s having about herself. What better way to convince you than with her pussy and ass open and waiting to be taken and stretched?

“Now come and fuck noona. I want you inside me.” Her deep voice is like a song of siren to you, you can’t resist to her even if you try. But of course you don’t want to resist, you want to dive into your sister and get more and more into her. Suddenly this began to feel like it wasn't just about sex.

You align your shaft with her entrance once again, quickly stepping where you left it last time. Your tip goes first, easy and almost without resistance because in this position it is easier for Ryujin to relax her sphincter. Slowly you move your hips to make your shaft disappear inside your sister’s ass. Inch by inch going inside, stretching her without problem until your full length is inside her. 

“Hold my legs.” You replace Ryujin’s hands with yours and she’s free to take her cape and fold it under her head. You wish you would have thought about that before and put a cushion there for her, you said you want to make her feel good can’t even take care of that. “Hey! Look at me.” She reclaims your attention. “Now you can move, but be careful at the beginning.”

Following your sister’s instructions you move your pelvis, withdrawing your shaft from her ass. Slow and steady you beggan do go forward and backward, for the first time fucking your big sister in the ass. She releases a sigh, a small moan, and bites the corner of her lower lip while staring directly at your eyes. “You’re doing good my loser. Keep fucking noona like that.” Those words of affirmation almost make you cum instantly. “Aaah yeees.” Her deep voice is doing unspeakable things to you. “Now harder. Make your hips clap my ass.” That petition makes you go deeper and you bump your hips against her ass, making a slapping noise in the process.

With that movement, you went balls deep inside your sister’s ass and felt how her opening accommodated your size. Although she said it was easy for her to let you inside her rectum and seemed very accustomed to being fucked in the ass, the position was still difficult for you. Your thighs and core were responsible for the movement, and they were already burning after just a few thrusts. A change of position was urgent. However, you didn't want to; you were happy being able to see Ryujin’s face while fucking her.

“Nngghh! Maintain… Maintain the rhythm.” You wouldn't have missed Ryujin’s expression of pure pleasure for anything in the world. Her tears had disappeared, and now her face was proof of how good you made her feel. Of how good this little loser was fucking his big sister in the ass. When you were deep her mouth opened forming an “O” shape, a silenced scream of pleasure. And when your shaft goes all the way out, threatening to leave her, her responses were more moans. 

Ryujin looks so beautiful like that, in your opinion the most beautiful woman you have ever had sex with. She was in her back with her legs open, allowing you to fuck her, but she still was so precious. Her body trembles with each one of your thrusts, her tiddies jiggle with the force you applied to make her ass clap. You have seen this before in porn movies but nothing can compare to this. A lot of people would have thought your sister was just and slut, but for you it was different. This was a special connection between you, and you were bonding on a level deeper than words could explain.  Your sister was simply beautiful, laying there, being bathed by the dancing light of your family’s christmas tree while you fuck her.

Your core is burning, your body is screaming for a change of position. You can’t maintain the rhythm anymore so you let go of Ryujin’s legs and instead you laid over her, now supporting your weight with your arms. You plant your elbows on any side of her body and your hands go under her head, your sister instinctively hugs you.

You’re hungry for her and yearning for her lips. You leave a mark on her shoulder, maybe one of your boldest movements, and trace a path of small kisses to her mouth, where you kiss her passionately. Although you ate her ass earlier, she accept your kiss without complaining. Of course she can taste herself in your lips, as you did after she gave you a blowjob, but none of that seems to matter now. Your mouths are battling and your tongues are dancing together, and you never stop fucking her. You feel her moans in your mouth as you shaft keep going and going inside your sister’s ass. She’s squishing you as she never had done before. Her cunt is so wet that is smearing her juices in your abdomen, but you don’t care, all you can thing is in fuck and kiss Ryujin.

You don’t want to let go your sister, you don’t want to separate your mouths. You want to kiss her forever, but sometimes you have to stop kissing her and seek for air. You gasp trying to get the air flowing into your lungs so you can kiss your big sister one more time. She kiss you in the corner of the mouth seeking for your lips again, she’s as needy as you are. Ryujin finally caresses the back of your neck, his fingers intertwining with your hair as he draws you into another passionate kiss. 

One of Ryujin's hands grabs your ass, grabbing your buttock as if she was holding on to the pleasure itself of your thrusts. Your kiss, though passionate, becomes erratic, both of you are tired and need to breath more often. You kiss her shoulder, her neck, her face, and she moans while you fuck her, while her little brother make her feel such an enormous pleasure. Your first anal experience is being so intense that you think this moment will never be matched.

By the way you eat each other's mouths it seems like you're breathing in synchrony, like you’re becoming one with your sister. But this glorious moment can last forever, you already feel on your balls how the pleasure is flooding your body and threatening to throw you off the cliff of the final climax. 

“Ryu.” You manage to say between gasps and your own moans. “I’m close.” She doesn't need to answer because in some way you see it in the way she looks at you. With her eyes semi closed and her mouth doing that “O” shape again. She’s your sister and you know her well, that is a connection that had nothing to do with sex. “You sure?” 

Ryujin moves her head in an affirmative gesture, before grabbing you and making you kiss her. She moans directly in your mouth as you share the most passionate and sloppy kiss so far in your lives. That act seems to give you strength to keep going until you feel you are about to explode, then you bury your shaft as deep as you can in your sister´s ass and abandon yourself to the pleasure of a well owned orgasm.

Again releasing your load inside Ryujin’s ass is a totally new experience for you. Of course it feels different than her mouth or pussy, but in some way also feels familiar; as if you were already used to cum inside your sister’s body. She shows her expertise in this matter once again by milking your dick with her anus, making it squish your shaft till the last drop of cum. 

Unable to keep supporting your own weight you fall over her, panting and with your forehead dotted with drops of sweat. You can see how despiste the cold weather Ryujin’s skiing have those same small drops of sweat as well, making her look as if her body would be covered with small pearls of colors and shadows. Or perhaps you are just too much into your sister. 

“That was…” You begin to say once you collect yourself and you recover some of your normal breathing.

“Amazing.” Ryujin cuts you off and finishes your sentence. “My little loser did so well. Noona is proud of you.” She’s caressing your head, messing your hair, playing with your ear, while you hide your face in her neck as if you were hiding from the world. “Noona is proud of you.” She said again gently smacking your ass. “But you have to get off of me because you're squishing me and my legs are starting to hurt.” Ryujin was still with her legs up to allow you to fuck her, she was like that since she get on the floor, so naturally her body is tired too.

Gathering your strength you manage to get up enough to pull your dick out of her ass and fall down next to her. A fart sound and a river of semen follow your movement when you pull your shaft out of her. You really made a mess in your sister’s ass, but that isn't important now. What is important to you is hugging your sister and kissing her shoulder.

“Can we sleep like this?” You ask innocently, while caressing Ryujin’s tummy.

"We can't." She giggles. "We don't want our parents to find us like this in the morning." She turns her body to the side, giving you her back, but also more space to lean into the hug. Space you use to get closer to her. "But we can stay like this for a while."

[fellominaarcher]

Okay but now I need some Chaeryeong nsfw headcanons 😭😭 the Ryujin and Yeji ones ruined me fr

Chaeryeong NSFW headcanons

author's note: thank you for requesting and I'm soorryyy this came out late 😭

Theme: whimpering mess, praise kink, thigh trembling overstimulation, begging you not to stop while gripping the sheets like her life depends on it.

1. The Whimper Queen🫠

Chaeryeong doesn’t moan loudly... she whimpers!

High-pitched, breathy, needy little sounds that slip out even when she tries to hold them in.

The moment your fingers slide in and you curl them just right?

“Ah! ah! Wait..! It’s so much...” 🫠

She covers her face but arches her back like she wants more.

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2. Praise her and she’ll melt 🫠

She thrives on praise. Call her a good girl? She’ll shake. Tell her she’s taking you so well? She’ll cry.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. So wet for me.”

And she’ll nod through tears, thighs shaking, lips parted like she’s about to sob.

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3. Subby but so responsive 😩

The more you tease her, the more needy she gets.

Kiss her neck, whisper what you’re gonna do, lightly graze her thighs and she’s already panting.

She’s the type to clench around your fingers just from dirty talk alone.

“Please… please touch me... I can’t wait anymore…”

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4. She grips everything ❗❗

Your shirt. The sheets. Your wrist. Herself.

She can’t help it. When she’s close, her hands start grabbing wildly while trying to anchor herself while she gets wrecked. 🫦

Bonus: she LOVES when you pin her wrists above her head while you eat her out.

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5. Insanely sensitive clit 🫦🫦

One flick of your tongue and she’s jerking. She’s got the kind of clit that pulses, twitches, and begs to be overstimmed.

You press a vibe on it while your fingers are deep inside?

She gasps so loud it echoes.

“I’m gonna... ah! I'm gonna cum again, I can’t... please please!”

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6. Cums multiple times if you push her 🫡

Chaeryeong can be overstimmed to the point where she cries, but she keeps going because she wants to be good for you.

You whisper, “One more for me, baby,” and she tries so hard while biting her lip, tears on her cheeks, whole body trembling.

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7. She’s loudest when she rides

Yes she’s subby, but if you guide her hips and make her ride you? She loses control.

She’s so overwhelmed by how deep you feel that she sobs into your neck while grinding down and messy, desperate, clenching hard ☹️

“Feels too good… I can’t..!”

And then you help her bounce and whisper “cum for me like that” and she shatters.

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8. Collarbone & neck = her weak spots

Kiss or bite that area while your fingers are working inside her? She’ll mewl like a kitten.

She thrives when you dominate her gently and press your lips there and whisper, “This spot right here’s mine, huh?”

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9. Her moans are pretty but get filthy

In the beginning, she moans soft and shy.

But by the third orgasm?

She’s full on babbling. Slurred cries. Eyes unfocused.

“I‘m cumming again... I can’t, I can’t think.. aaah...”

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10. She cuddles you so tight after 🫶🏻

Aftercare is everything!! She’ll snuggle into your chest, half-naked, still trembling. She wants you to pet her hair, kiss her temple, hold her close.

She might even tear up from how intense it was, but it’s all love.

“I really like it when you take care of me… I’m yours.”

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BONUS IF YOU WANNA SUFFER:

Chaeryeong loves when you talk to her through It

If you look her in the eye, hold her hips down and say...

“That’s it, baby. Take my fingers. Let me make you cum. You’re doing so good for me.”

She will shut down. Sobbing. Clenching. Pussy leaking everywhere.

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[woollypoison]

Lia miniseries: The last time

Itzy Lia x m reader a/n: go stream gwbg Word count: 16.5k words

The music is loud, but not loud enough. This place smells like sweat and cheap alcohol, the exact same mixture you can find at any college party. People shout over each other, cups crinkle under people’s dancing feet, and everyone is touching everyone.

You should be enjoying yourself, but even the loudest distractions can’t prevent your eyes from being locked on to Lia.

She stands near the edge of the room, far away from the life of the party, arms crossed, tears swelling in the corners of her eyes but refusing to spill over. Her boyfriend—the eternal class act that he is—leans in close, probably spouting some bullshit. His expression is all smooth confidence, but hers is hurt. You don’t need to hear what he’s saying. You already know. You saw him, lips on another girl, bodies flush against each other like Lia never existed in the first place. And now, he’s feeding her some excuse, no doubt in his mind that she will just swallow it like she always does.

But something’s different this time. She’s not buying it, and she’s not giving in. And then, just like that, he sighs, throws up his hands, and walks away. No fight, no desperation. He just walks away from her like she was never worth the effort.

You don’t even hesitate. No time to. She’s your best friend after all. You move.

Lia barely reacts as you step in beside her, but when you nudge her arm, she exhales, already privy to your antics. “Not now.”

“If it’s up to you, it’s not ever,” you correct. You don’t wait for permission. You snag a bottle of whiskey from the counter next to her and pop the cap. “Drink with me!”

She hesitates. She’s reluctant. “I don’t feel like drinking.”

“And I don’t feel like letting you mope tonight.” You take a swig straight from the bottle and hand it to her. It burns, but it’s bright and distracting. “Come on. When was the last time you lived a little?”

She eyes you, then the bottle, then you again. Something shifts in her expression—anger, defiance, something that reminds her of memories long buried. She snatches the bottle from your grasp and takes a drink. It burns, and she coughs, but she doesn’t hand it back.

You grin. “That’s the spirit!”

She scoffs through the coughs, but the corner of her lips twitch. “Shut up.”

You’re already scanning the party, looking for something to pull her out of her own head. There’s a group playing beer pong, hyping each other up like they’re at the Olympics. Perfect.

You drag Lia along with you, as you approach the would-be champions. Without warning, you grab a ball off the table and line up a shot. The guy who was about to throw blinks at you. “Dude, what the hell?”

You ignore him and flick your wrist towards victory. The ball arcs, bounces once, and lands straight into a cup. The crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and protests, but you don’t care. You turn to Lia, smirking with satisfaction, and hand her the next ball. “Your turn.”

She stares at you. Her body is shrinking, and it looks like she might retreat into her shell. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re up.”

Lia glances at the crowd watching, the challenge hanging in the air. She looks at you, your smile going from one ear to the other encouraging her to partake. She takes a deep breath, takes the ball, straightens her shoulders, and throws. The ball drops into a cup flawlessly.

The room erupts. The guy whose game you interrupted throws his arms up in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Lia doesn’t gloat. She just picks up the cup, downs the beer inside, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand like she’s been doing this her whole life. Then, she looks at you.

You whistle. “Damn.”

She smirks. “What can I say?”

You step in close, voice level adjusted to be just for her. “This is fun, isn’t it?”

She exhales, something loosening in her. “Yeah. It kind of is.”

But you’re not stopping here.

You scan the room for the next move. You spot it, your next target—an old speaker, unattended and inviting on a counter, playing the same overplayed pop song. With Lia in tow, you stride over and connect your phone. The music cuts off, and a few people groan, but you just open your library and hit play.

A completely different song blasts through the room. Something more obscure, something wilder.

People react immediately, some booing, others cheering. Lia’s eyes react instinctively. “Wait, this song—”

“You like this song,” you fall in, leaving no doubt about the reason for your choice.

She laughs, the sound light, unburdened but restrained. “I do.”

“So dance.”

She hesitates, but you grab her hand, spinning her once. She stumbles into you, laughing despite herself. The party moves on around you, but for a moment, it’s just the two of you, caught in your own little world.

You can see it on her face. For the first time tonight, Lia isn’t thinking about him.

But the moment shatters. Your efforts were beginning to bear fruit, but they were spoiled too soon.

From across the room, he approaches. Her boyfriend’s voice, loud and annoyed, pierces the carefully crafted atmosphere. “Lia, what the hell are you doing?”

You don’t even have to turn to see him pushing his way through the crowd, eyes locked on her, clenched fists like he was preparing for a fight. The fun, the freedom, it all fades from existence, from her face—hesitation, guilt trying to creep back in.

Not this time. You’ve seen it happen countless times before now.

You lean in close, voice out her boyfriend's reach. “Let’s get out of here.”

She looks at you, uncertain of it all.

Then, her boyfriend calls her name again, sharper this time, as if she’s making another mistake. But she knows better.

Lia grabs your wrist in her first act of defiance. “Let’s go.”

You don’t need to be told twice. You let her lead you outside the house, but once outside, the roles reverse. You don’t let her pause, let her stop here. Instead, you take her even further away from the party to the first and best thing your mind can think of.

The arcade is alive with flashing neon lights, the chaotic symphony of electronic jingles and mixed reactions filling the air. You shove a few bills into the token machine, spilling a handful into your palm before tossing a few to Lia. She catches them like it’s a practiced act, but her expression is skeptical.

“You seriously dragged me to an arcade?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at your great escape.

“You seriously gonna tell me you’re too cool for this?” You grin, nudging her towards the air hockey tables. “Come on, we’re settling this once and for all. Air hockey. I used to smoke you all the time. Loser gets a punishment.”

Lia chortles, but there’s a flicker of amusement behind her eyes. “You’re on.”

You pick your table, and from the second the puck drops, it’s war. Lia is fast, but her shots are wild. She misses easy blocks, fumbling the paddle once, but she’s so caught up in the fun she doesn’t notice how you start easing up, letting her slip goals past you. When she scores the final point, she throws her arms up, victorious.

“Destroying you has never felt better,” she teases, gloating as if she just settled a lifelong rivalry.

You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. “Alright, alright. Fair’s fair. What’s my punishment?”

She taps a finger against her chin before smirking. “Close your eyes.”

You sigh but comply. You’re not a sore loser, not after choosing to be one. A few moments later, she presses a cold can into your hands. You pop it open and take a sip—immediately regretting it. “What the hell is this?!”

Lia bursts into laughter. “Carbonated milk. Consider it payback.”

You sputter the concoction, wiping your mouth of its filth. “That’s foul.”

Her grin is as proud as it was mischievous. “Exactly.”

You shake your head, laughing despite yourself. You’ve missed this. Missed spending time with her. “Alright, let’s move on. I’m winning you something.”

You drag her to the claw machine, and she crosses her arms, unimpressed. “Please, these things are rigged.”

“Not when you’ve got my skills.” You crack your knuckles, putting on an exaggerated show of focus as you deftly maneuver the claw. Lia observes your performance, still skeptical, until the claw actually snags onto a small stuffed bear and holds on long enough to drop it into the chute.

You scoop it out and hand it to her, the bravado of a man who won a teddy bear ten times the size you just had. “Told you.”

She takes it, eyes softer than before. “I… didn’t think you’d actually get it.”

“Guess I’m full of surprises.”

She holds the bear against her chest for a moment before stuffing it into her bag. “Alright, I’ll admit. That was kind of sweet.”

“Kind of?”

She rolls her eyes in the same mock annoyance she must have learned from you. Or was it you who learned it from her? Either way, she doesn’t argue any further.

Eventually, you both step out of the arcade looking for your next distraction, the night air cool against your skin. Lia stretches her arms over her head, exhaling. “Alright, what’s next?”

You glance around, spotting a near-empty grocery store parking lot, an idea sparking in your mind. A childish smile spreads across your face. “I think I see our next challenge.”

Lia follows the direction of your gaze to an abandoned shopping cart and lets out an incredulous laugh. “No way.”

“Oh, come on. You trust me, right?” Your rebuttal is tempting, tempting enough to get her to hum as she considers it.

She shakes her head but, to your delight, climbs into the cart. “Alright. Just don’t kill me.”

You take a running start, the wheels rattling as you push her through the empty lot. Lia shrieks high pitched and filled with life, clutching the sides as you pick up speed, laughter bubbling past her lips. It’s reckless and stupid, but it feels good—feels free.

When you finally slow down, she’s breathless, her face suddenly inches from yours. She doesn’t move away. You don’t want to either.

The cool air becomes heavy, something new unraveling in the little distance between your eyes.

Before you can say something you didn’t stop to think about, Lia clears her throat and looks away. “We should—keep going. What’s next?”

You nod, shaking off the moment just as easily as it came. “Let’s go find something else to conquer.”

You end up outside a rundown photo booth near an old convenience store, its flickering sign barely hanging on. The joy on your face says everything Lia needs to know. She eyes it, then you. “Seriously?”

“Come on. Gotta commemorate the night somehow!”

She huffs, exhaling air through her nose in a quick burst but follows you inside. The cramped space forces you close, her shoulder pressing into yours as she scoots barely into frame. The first flash goes off as she makes a face, sticking her tongue out.You paint a big smile on your face for the picture, throwing an arm around her to pull her into the frame for the next one.

Then, right before the third flash, you can feel Lia’s body tense up against yours. She’s planning something. She looks at you, really looks at you, before smirking mischievously. You can’t help but wonder what prank she has planned to pull on you, but you’ll let it happen nonetheless. Cheering her up was worth it all.

And then, instead of some grand, over-the-top stunt, she does something quieter. She leans in, sliding deeper under your arm, her head resting against your shoulder. Her fingers interlock with yours, and she doesn’t let go.

The camera flashes.

You glance down at her, your chest squeezing tighter then when you were pushing her around in a cart. She doesn’t say anything, just stays there, close, warm. The playful air shifts—becomes something calm.

She doesn’t move away, doesn’t laugh it off. Just holds your hand a little tighter, waiting. You rub your thumb over hers. It’s soothing. You’re just friends. You had never even considered Lia as something else. But what if…?

The next flash of the camera captures the sudden stillness, the quiet storm brewing between and inside of you.

You let out a breath, finally looking away. “Come on,” you murmur, squeezing her hand once before standing. “I know where we can go next.”

As you step out into the night, Lia doesn’t let go of your hand right away. She lingers, thumb brushing against your skin before finally, hesitantly, letting it slip away. Neither of you comment further on it.

After a few moments of walking in silence, you glance at her. “You remember the old jungle gym?”

She blinks, then lets out a soft laugh. “From middle school? The one we used to sit at, talking about nothing for hours?”

“Exactly, that’s the one! Haven’t been there in years.”

Lia tilts her head, considering. Then she smiles, a green light signal to go ahead. “Let’s go.”

You climb to the top of the jungle gym together, the city humming in the distance, but here, beneath the stars, everything feels still.

Lia stretches out, staring up at the sky absentmindedly. “It’s weird. I can’t remember the last time I’ve done this.”

“What? We used to climb this thing all the time.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “No, not that! Just… let go like this.”

You watch her, the way her hair falls against the worn metal, the way the moonlight catches in her eyes. “We used to do that too all the time,” you remind her. “Back when we had nothing better to do than waste time here.”

She smiles faintly. “Yeah. Before everything got… complicated.”

You don’t say anything, only offering a smile that reaches half of your lips. You just watch her as she rolls onto her side, propping herself on an elbow facing you. “Why are you doing this?” she asks suddenly, eyes searching yours as if they’ll provide the answer.

You blink, caught off-guard by the sudden question. “What do you mean?”

“This.” She gestures vaguely around her and towards you. “Dragging me around, making me forget about him.”

Your throat tightens. You think about saying something inflammatory about her boyfriend, but don’t even want to let a thought of him taint this place. “Because I hate seeing you like that.”

She studies you, her gaze flickering over your face. She looks down. Her smile is small but real. Like she’s happy she’s here now, but already mourning the fact that it won’t last. “You make it sound easy.”

“It’s easy when you’re with me.”

When you’re starving, and you have a bite, you only end up craving more. That same hunger is consuming Lia right now. She’s feasting on this moment, indulging in every reckless, fleeting moment like she's been starving for it. Watching her like this, so alive, enjoying each minute she has—you can’t help but feel the hunger too.

It quickly gets overtaken by quiet, only interrupted with the creaking hush of the metal under your combined weight and the cricket-thick dark all around. Then Lia speaks, softer still: “Do you think I made a mistake?”

You turn on your side so you’re facing her, knees drawn up, hands dangling in between them. “Yeah, I mean, you should have dumped that guy ages ago.”

She makes a face and you know you deserve it. “No, not that. Just—leaving like that. Walking out.” Her voice is directed away from you. She sounds ashamed to even be asking the question.

“Honestly?” You lean back against the cold rail, letting your head tip to watch the sky. It’s easier to be honest that way. “Nah. If anything, you should’ve gone harder. Made a scene. Gone full dramatic. Hell, even kiss someone else in front of him. Get even.”

“Yeah, because you know me as the type to kiss random dude at parties.” She’s grinning, a little, but she clearly thinks you’re ridiculous.

“Not random,” you say, and waggle your eyebrows. “I could’ve volunteered.”

She laughs, easy and bright, the sound running up your spine like a dare. “Oh, right,” she says, “Because that wouldn’t have made things weird between us?”

“Sure. It could have.” You nudge her with your shoulder. “Or you could have totally fallen for how good I am with my tongue.”

She hums, draws little circles on the chipped paint with her finger. “Yeah, well, maybe I should have. But I’m warning you, you’re the one that would end up smitten with me, not the other way around.”

You chuckle in response, but you don’t think you can say much more without fully tipping your hand, and this night isn’t about you.

You let the silence settle again. Can’t keep yourself from looking at her in it, and the way she looks at you makes you think you should stop joking around and actually fall for her. Just give in.

She just sighs when you don’t. You’re not sure if it’s because you don’t or some other reason that has yet to reveal itself. “I’m hungry.” The likely answer is that she’s just hungry, then.

You slide down the bar so you’re parallel to her, feet dangling above the mulch. “Let’s get pancakes. I know a great diner, within a diner’s capacity to be great.”

She sighs again, this time with more drama. “I’m also exhausted. Like, terminally. What if I can’t make it to the diner? Will you leave me here to be eaten by raccoons?”

You give her a look, one eyebrow up. “Do you want me to carry you or something?”

Lia scrunches her nose. “That’s so childish.”

“You’re right,” you say solemnly. “Better to perish on the mulch.”

She smacks your arm, but she’s smiling. “You won’t make it a block.”

You position yourself in front of her, crouching, arms out. “Now I need to prove myself.”

She hesitates just long enough for you to think she’s going to refuse, but then she’s climbing onto your back, arms slung around your neck. She is lighter than you expect, which is nothing to start with, all angles and heat and the faint citrus of her shampoo. “Don’t drop me,” she says, but there’s laughter in her ear, right by yours.

“Only if you don’t give me a reason to,” you say, and start down the sidewalk, Lia’s breath hot against your cheek.

The first step makes her arms grip your neck so tight you nearly choke. You consider dropping her then, but you have a reputation to uphold. Eventually, you manage to start up a rhythm that allows air into your lungs despite Lia’s best attempts. Her thighs clamp around your hips, and you can’t help but think that the last time you carried Lia like this, she didn’t have tits pressing into your back. It’s distracting. Every few feet, Lia shifts to keep from sliding, and every time she does, her body presses tighter into yours.

“You’re struggling,” she teases, but it’s breathless.

“Having less issues with the carrying than I’m having with your bratty comments,” you shoot back, and she pinches your ribs hard enough to make you yelp.

It’s only a seven-minute walk, but you are both panting when you spill into the fluorescent refuge of the twenty-four-hour diner, giggling like absolute idiots. A bored waitress barely looks at the two of you as you enter and drop Lia onto a vinyl booth seat before climbing the seat across from her.

You try to stifle your body’s reaction to the feeling of her hips and chest now that it's in vision of her, as you focus on the menu. Lia’ is already tracing the patterns on the scarred tabletop, her mind drifting towards what to say.

“So,” you say, when the pancakes arrive. “Why did you stay with him this long?”

She stares at her pancakes, then the syrup bottle, then you. Her mouth twitches. “He made me feel wanted, I guess. Like, he paid attention to me. Like I was—” She shakes her head. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” You’re gentler now, picking up her wrist and tracing the raised vein with your thumb. “But you’re still allowed to be pissed. Or sad. Or both.”

She shrugs, but she’s not pulling away. “He was hot. That was probably part of it. And he was so, I don’t know, confident? Like, he’d just do shit and not care what anyone thought. I always cared too much.”

You cock your head. “You ever think maybe you liked him because you wanted to be like that? Like, less afraid.”

She chews her lip. “I guess so. But his reason for not being afraid was because he didn’t care about anything. There’s a difference.”

You nod. “Yeah, you actually give a shit. Which is why you might be the only decent person left on the planet.”

She laughs, but then her eyes go soft and wet. “That’s so sappy. You’re sappy.”

You stick out your tongue and make a face, syrupy affection and all. "I am what you need me to be."

She chuckles, shakes her head with her eyes closed, and goes back to her pancakes. You do too.

For a second or two, and then you’re back to making sure she doesn’t get in her own head. You have a mission, after all. 

“C’mon,” you say, “you gotta give me something better than ‘he made me feel wanted.’ There had to be stuff you hated about him.”

She doesn’t answer right away. You watch her work through it, chewing each word. “Sometimes I felt like… a prop. Like, I fit into his world, but he didn’t really care what I was thinking. Or what I wanted.” She looks up, eyes somber and level. “You ever get that?”

You nod. “Yeah, with my parents. Or group projects. Or… you know, every time I’ve ever hooked up.” You regret it as soon as it’s out of your mouth. Lia’s eyes spark with curiosity. “Wait, you’ve hooked up? You don’t just—” she gestures at your outfit, at your face, “—go to your classes, eat lunch with your less attractive friends and then go home and read books?”

You snort. “Nah. I’m a total slut, actually. I just don’t tell you because you’d judge me.”

She leans in, elbows on the battered Formica. “I would be so proud of you if I weren’t jealous, actually.”

You swallow, hard. That’s a lot to process. “Good to know. But that’s not the point. The point is, you deserve more than being some guy’s prop.”

Her plate gets pushed aside, her chin now resting on her hand like a flower. “Can I ask you something embarrassing and you promise to not laugh?”

“Sure.”

“Does it make me pathetic that the thing I’m most mad about is that he never once went down on me?” She says it low, but not embarrassed. Just quietly furious.

You almost spit coffee over the table. “Wait, never?”

She shakes her head, hair falling in her face. “Not even once. But I gave him blowjobs all the time.” Her eyes flick to yours, and she’s smiling, but her teeth are bared. “I’m good at it, too.” She tacks it on so nonchalantly you’re not even sure what to think.

Shock is evident on your face, and you can’t help but think about it. It’s not even your fault. “How do you… know?”

She shrugs, taking a sip from her coffee before giving her answer. “No gag reflex. Plus, I did all my research.” 

You nearly choke on your coffee. "Okay, before I get a stiffy in a worn down diner with all your bragging, why did he never go down on you?"

She shrugs, and speaks matter of factly like it’s normal. “Said he didn’t want to. That it was gross.”

You don’t even have to ask if she’s fucking kidding you, it’s written all over your face. “Wow. Not even once? Was he, like, afraid he’d have trouble finding the clit?”

The edges of her mouth corner upwards, tilting, and she’s thinking if she should or shouldn’t say. “Maybe? Who knows. All I know is I’ve given more head than a guillotine and never once—”

You hold up both hands, surrendering to the image. “Okay, okay, point made. But, for the record, that’s insane. You should sue for emotional damages.”

She giggles, then sobers. “I know. But it’s not even about the sex, really. It’s the principle. Like, why is it only okay when it’s for him? Because you should have heard how whiney he gets if I tried telling him no.”

You click your tongue. “It isn’t okay? Fuck that noise, you deserve so much better. Like, at the very least, a guy who knows what a clit is, where to find it and how to spell it with his tongue.”

She laughs hard at that, but her eyes glint. “You volunteering again, manslut?”

You make your face very solemn, steeple your fingers like a cartoon therapist. “Lia, as your friend, it is my sworn duty to ensure that you, specifically, are not denied any life experience. I’d take one for the team.”

She stares at you, a little wide-eyed. Is she considering it? The tension is steeped in it, and you’re trying to balance on top of it. She grins, slow and dangerous. “You would not survive me reciprocating the favor. And I always reciprocate.”

You lean in, close enough to feel her breath on your chin. “Please. I’ve never cum from a blowjob before, I doubt even you and your boundless talent could change that.”

She eyes you, pupils blown wide, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip. “That sounds like a challenge.”

You rest your elbows on the table, interlacing your fingers and staring her down. “It’s not, Lia. It’s literally impossible.”

She leans in until you’re nearly nose to nose. “You think you could still say that after experiencing someone without a gag reflex?”

The heat that shudders up your neck is involuntary. You force a grin, deflecting with bravado. “Maybe. I’m just saying, it’s not for lack of opportunity.”

She cocks her head, lashes low, voice a purr: “So you’re saying you’ve had chances, but no one could get you off?” Her hand is on the battered edge of the table, three inches from yours. There’s a beat where she just watches you, then she slides her pinkie across, hooks it in yours. “That’s really fucking sad,” she says, and you get the sense she means it. “But not as sad as me, never even getting head.“

“Tragic, really.” Your mouth is dry but you keep your tone light. “Honestly, I think we’re both lost causes at this point.”

She leans back, stretches with her arms above her head, arching her back forwards, and it’s on pure instinct you suddenly notice her breasts pressing against the thin cotton of her shirt. Something shifted.

Her eyes flick up to yours, and for a second, it’s all too hot in the booth. “You know, I really don’t like people doubting the skills I’m confident in.”

Your foot, under the table, finds her shin. You graze it, just lightly, and feel the need to press her buttons some more. She doesn’t move away. “Fine,” you say, “you want to prove your skills or something?”

She laughs way too confident, her hands already in motion, eye contact established and unbroken as her fingers pull her hair back into a messy ponytail, exposing her neckline. “Sure! You want to do this here?” she asks, incredulous but not like it bothers her. It’s painfully obvious this should be a bluff. It should be.

You, bravest of cowards, glance around the diner. The waitress is behind the counter, scrolling her phone. There’s a guy in a hoodie two booths down, asleep with a plate of fries at his chin. The world is asleep or indifferent. “Unless you’ve got a better idea?”

You nearly choke. “You wouldn’t.”

She arches a brow. “You don’t think I will?” You stare her down. “Not a chance.”

She slides out of the booth and stands, stretching like a cat in the sick diner light. Her gaze flicks to the denizens of the diner, and then back to you. “Bathroom. Five minutes. If you dare.”

You laugh, convinced there’s no way she doesn’t chicken out. “You’re bluffing.”

She shrugs like she’s already won, the fire in her eyes burning with something brave. “You really want to take that risk? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

You watch her saunter to the bathroom, legs crossing with each step, her hips swaying in a way she knows has you following her with your eyes. She doesn’t look back, but you can’t stop watching her go.

The first two minutes are spent waiting for her to return. The third minute is considering your possibilities. The fourth and fifth minute are spent realising you’re actually keeping track of the time. You slide out of the booth, your hands shaking inside the pockets you hide them in. This is a terrible fucking idea.

The optics aren’t great. Stepping in reveals two truths. One is that it is exactly as disgusting as you’d expect. Cracked tiles, a hand dryer that’s more sickly than anyone daring to touch it, and one overhead bulb casting a yellow light over it all.

The other is that Lia isn’t using the bathroom for its intended purposes, but was also checking her phone, waiting for you. She’s in front of the mirror. She meets your eyes in the reflection and she almost looks stressed that you did.

“You came,” she says, and instantly makes a face, regretting her choice of words.

You lean against the door, arms folded. “Yep. So, here we are.”

She spins to face you, hands bracing behind her on the sink. “Here we are,” she echoes, and the words hang between you, heavy with implication of what you’re both doing there

There’s a second—or a couple, or who knows how many—where you both wait for the other to chicken out, to call bullshit, to undo this and retreat to safety. Neither of you does though.

You clear your throat awkwardly, like this is your first time being in a tiny bathroom with your best friend you might have started developing feelings for when she’s about to prove to you she can make you cum from a blowjob. “You know, we don’t—”

She cuts you off, eyebrows raised at what she thought you would say. “Do you want me to?” She doesn’t look away from you though. She even forgets to blink, and that’s her tell. That’s how you know she’s shitting her pants, that’s she in way over her head, and that she’s hoping you’ll pull the plug so she doesn’t have to.

You think to oblige, a forced smile that is all too easy to read shows up on your face. “Don’t feel like you have to, you have nothing to prove to me. What do I know.”

She shrugs, digging the hole she’s stuck in a little deeper. “I want to.” She pushes herself up higher, sitting on the edge of the sink with more confidence than this kind of bathroom should allow, legs slightly apart, feet dangling off the edge. “Do you not want me to?”

Her cheeks are pink, even under the sickly yellow light. She’s not only messing with you—she’s also messing with herself. Testing if she can, testing if you would, the way she always does when she’s about to rationalize a mistake or say something she knows she shouldn’t. It’s a staple of hers at this point.

“I mean,” you say, “I don’t think I’d hate it? I’d probably like it. But I don’t think I’d cum from it.” Your voice is a little too honest, too floaty, and she catches it.

You get lost in looking at her for just a moment. Her knees slightly apart, the way her knuckles go white with how hard her hands grip the edge of the sink, the way her lips part every time she takes a breath.

You snap out of it and speak again. “Wait, Lia… are we really about to do this?”

She blinks, startled. For the first time since the challenge, the mask cracks and the real Lia steps out. Her face softens, small and vulnerable. “I—” She looks down, hands twisting together. “I don’t know. Are we?”

You exhale, relief and regret pouring out in equal measure. “I mean,” you say, “if somebody told me a week ago my best friend was going to try and deepthroat me in a public restroom, I would’ve called them a liar.”

She laughs, but the sound is threadbare. “Yeah. It’s kind of insane.”

You lean back against the cold cinderblock, arms crossed. “You don’t have to prove anything, you know?” The words feel stupidly sincere in the archipelago of dried vomit and mystery stains, but you say them anyway. “I mean it. If this is just… I don’t know, some kind of rebound performance review—”

She shakes her head, forceful. “It’s not. I just…” She trails off, and for a second she’s the same girl who used to triple-dog-dare you to eat glue, who overthought everything and then did it anyway. “I guess I wanted to see if I could be as spontaneous as you, for once.” She chews her lip, then lets out a nervous giggle. “But also, this bathroom is so gross I’m pretty sure I just caught tetanus from sitting on this sink.”

You hold up your hands, surrendering. “Yeah. Not like this. This is so—” You gesture around, taking in the cracked tiles and the ancient tampon machine stuck with a chewed wad of gum. “I mean, if we’re gonna do something dumb, shouldn’t we at least pretend it’s romantic?”

Her shoulders drop. She huffs a breath, then laughs. “Thank god. I thought you were gonna make me actually do it in here.” She rubs her palms over her jeans, eyes squinting in relief. “I was like, I will, but before we even kiss?”

You lean in. “For what it’s worth, if anyone was going to be the first to, uh, make me actually finish from that, I’d be honored if it were you.” You flick your gaze to her mouth, then back. “But not in a stinky diner bathroom, okay?”

She grins, genuinely this time, the tension breaking. “Deal. I’ll save the unwrapping of my talents for a more… prestigious venue.”

“Noted,” you say. You’re close enough now to see every fleck of gold in her irises, every ragged end of her ponytail. Something clicks into place in the air as you realise the implication of what you and what she just said. Technically, it could count as a confession. “But, uh. While we’re here—”

She doesn’t wait for you to finish. She grabs the front of your shirt and tugs you in, kisses you hard enough you nearly bruise your teeth on hers. It’s not romantic, not gentle; it’s hungry, desperate, tasting of syrup and coffee and the hours of wanting you both pretended didn’t exist. Her hands go straight to your hair, fingers tangling at the base of your skull, and your hands find her waist, yanking her off the sink until her legs wrap around you.

You barely have enough sense to lock the door behind you before her mouth is on yours again, hot and insistent, her breath loud in your ear. 

You both pull back in sync, breath staggered and eyes wild, twitching to find each other. It takes a moment to understand what you just did. She’s breathing hard, laughing against your throat, her arms still cinched around your neck like she’s afraid if she lets go she’ll wake up in her old life.

“You did say you’d volunteer,” she muses, slightly raw. She tries to sound like she’s joking, but it catches in the back of her throat.

You nuzzle her ear and whisper, “And I don’t regret saying it.”

She snorts, the sound dangerously close to a giggle. “You’re such a dork.”

“And you’re such a good kisser for someone who only ever dated selfish morons,” you say, still holding her, still feeling her pulse through your joined bodies.

You both collapse into laughter again, and then, like nothing happened, she’s smoothing her hair back into place and you’re straightening your shirt, already conspiring over the next thing to do. You slip out of the bathroom, Lia a half step behind you, and return to your booth. As you pass the counter, you catch the waitress’s knowing smirk, but you don’t care.

You slide into the booth. Lia joins you on your side this time, thigh pressed to yours, close enough that it’s basically an admission of intent. She grabs a strip of bacon from your plate and chews it like she’s mad at it, her leg drumming against yours under the table. You can’t stop touching: knees bumping, hands fiddling with the same syrup bottle, pinkies hooking and unhooking. If anyone saw you, they’d assume you were already together, some weirdly codependent pair of lovebirds, and you suddenly get why people always accused you of being “basically dating, but not admitting it.”

You’re texting under the table, a quick message to your friend with the backyard pool and the parents who are never home: “still cool to use your pool? need to impress a girl, promise no one will drown.” He replies fast: “go wild, just don’t get anything weird in the water or be too loud. neighbors know nobody is home so they might call cops.”

By the time you’ve finished that thread, Lia has finished your pancakes. She wipes her mouth and leans back, looking at you bright-eyed. “You got any plans for what’s next?”

You smirk, already one step ahead. “You ever broken into a pool before?”

She raises a brow. “Isn’t that illegal?”

You shrug. “Only if you get caught. Besides, I think it’s a rite of passage or something.”

She hesitates, chewing her lip, and you wonder if you’ve overplayed it. But then she squares her perfectly ninety degree shoulders, grabs your hand, and says, “Fuck it. Let’s do something stupid.”

You grin, adrenaline blooming. “That’s the spirit.”

The walk is long, and you’re both too keyed up to say much. Lia swings your hand, humming a song under her breath, and you realize you’ve never felt more alive than right now, running through the dark with her, doing something so aggressively pointless. The house is a monster in the darkness, all big windows and a backyard made for rich kids’ parties. The side gate is exactly where you said, the latch loose. 

You sneak in, and Lia—in a surge of confidence—leads to the pool.

“This is so illegal,” she whispers, giggling as she steps out of her shoes.

You glance around, the no lights on in any of the houses. “Keep it down and nobody will call the cops. And even if they do, we look way too good to be criminals.”

She rolls her eyes, but she’s already at the edge, and then she stops, frowning. “Wait,” she says. “We don’t have swimsuits.”

You look at her like you can’t believe it took her this long to realize. She takes you in, judging her a little, and then shrugs, defiant. “Fuck it. I didn’t walk all this way just to chicken out now.”

You agree, and this time, you take the lead. You start with your shirt, because, well, it’s easy. It only takes a second for it to be gone and be just the first of many fabrics strewn across the floor. The cold night air hits your skin, and you hope the pool’s heated.

Lia, meanwhile, is watching you. Her mouth is pressed into a firm line, arms folded over her chest like she’s caught between moving forwards and regressing.

“Don’t look at me as I undress, you perv,” she warns. “I mean it. You get even remotely creepy and I will drown you. And then tell everyone you had a microdick.”

The threat is so perfectly Lia you have to fight down a grin. You stand with your back to her, taking off your jeans with exaggerated, cartoon modesty. “You’re the one who made this weird.”

She snorts. “Need I remind you that my truth is having a sexual history of one person?”

You hear the soft scuffle of fabric. And now you’re the one making it weird. Your mind does a dangerous trick, imagining the sound in freeze frame: her pale skin catching moonlight, the careful way she’d cross her arms to peel off her shirt, the way she’d maybe even blush, even if you weren’t looking. You keep your eyes laser-focused on the pool, but your entire brain is on fire with the idea of Lia, naked except for the confidence she’s wearing like a new suit.

You hear her step up behind you, breathless. You don’t look. “Okay,” she says. “Count to three?”

You both count off, but on “two” she shoves you, and you hit the water in a flailing, gasping mess. She follows not long after, so close to your landing zone that you feel her feet brush you as you go under.

The water is cold, but not as cold as the outside air. As you surface, (sputtering, thanks to Lia) you hear her treading water not far from you. She’s laughing so much she can be found through echolocation. You dog-paddle closer, the splash of the water still too alive to make anything out under the waves and she holds up a hand, palm out.

She slicks her hair back, shivering, but her eyes gleam, catching you getting closer with your eyes clearly open. “Hey, no. That’s not enough. You have to swim with your eyes closed. Like, the entire time.”

You shake your head. “That’s insane.”

“Trespassing into some random person's yard is insane,” she says, grinning now. “Eyes closed, or you’re getting your dick twisted off.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, then roll your them (behind closed lids), floating backwards on your back, arms splayed. “If I drown, it’s your fault.”

She huffs. “I’m an amazing lifeguard. I know how to perform mouth-to-mouth.”

You drift a little, keeping your limbs extended to try and not drift into any pool edges. You think you can feel her watching you, and you know you can hear her moving away. She’s got something planned.

“You’re not looking, right?” she calls.

“Only if you’re not either,” you shoot back, the words a little louder than they needed to be. You, good boy that you are, keep your eyes shut, but something tells you she’s smirking. You can taste it in the air.

“Eh, I don’t think I agreed to that rule,” she answers, and it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine, the way her voice is seeped in mischief. “Besides, you’re the one floating proudly with your dick above water like you’re trying to show off. I’m keeping everything nice and clean underwater.”

You blush, swearing at the way your body betrays you, heat blooming under your skin even though you’re half freezing. “You’re bluffing again, I know you wouldn’t look—”

“Wouldn’t look? Couldn’t help but look,” she nonchalantly intercepts, “I didn’t know you were packing. Isn’t it supposed to be tinier in cold water?” A beat passes where you’re lost for words. It’s still too generic, it’s a classic Lia bluff. “I half regret not taking care of that in the diner bathroom.”

You choke so hard on your own spit you almost dip under again. “You’re fucking with me.”

Her voice is lower now. “You wish I was. Also, you’re clean shaven. Didn’t expect that. Thought you were all hot and heavy for the vintage look.”

You open your eyes, protests be damned, and there she is, half-sprawled on the steps at the pool’s shallow end, arms propped behind her, legs out like she’s posing for a calendar. The moon catches on the water beading her skin, and for a second you’re sure you’re hallucinating her: you’ve never seen Lia look so open, so unguarded, so absolutely fucking beautiful.

She tilts her head. “I didn’t give you permission to look, pervert.” She stretches, toes pointed, and looks at you like you look at her. “But since you have, what do you think?”

You don’t have the words. You never have the words. You just swim closer, one hand out for balance, until you’re in front of her on the steps, knees bumping. “I think,” you say, “it’s taking everything I have to keep me from jumping on you.”

She rolls her eyes, but she’s shivering, and you can’t tell if it’s the night chill or something else. “You’re such a dork.”

You risk it all. “Yeah, but I’m a hung dork.”

That gets her. She bites her lip, eyes gone dark and wild. “You’re such a slut.”

You haul yourself up onto the steps, water sluicing down your back, and she laughs as you nearly slip. “Careful there,” she says, softer now. “It’d be a shame if you broke your neck before I broke your little head problem.”

You pause, kneeling between her legs, and she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. You reach for her, she bites her lip, and it’s all culminating in skin touching and bodies trembling.

You look up. “You trust me?”

She laughs, but it’s honest and her gaze can’t keep up with yours. “Don’t fail me.”

Your hands slide up from her lower legs to her calves, cradling her hips, and the water makes it even easier to lift her. You stand, walking with the steps in the shallow end, carrying her above the water and she squeals right before you put her down on the edge of the pool. Perched on the concrete lip with her feet still in the water, and your head taking its place in between her thighs.

She’s clean shaven. She looks so fucking delicious and easy to devour you almost want to thank her boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend—for letting you be the first to get to taste this.

You rest your cheek against her thigh, and she goes very still.

You’re not expecting it to be so easy, how her legs melt open in invitation, how the scent and heat of her rolls over you like a sunrise. She’s blushing, hard, hands fidgeting on the concrete behind her, like she can’t believe you’re about to make her lose her mind.

You kiss the inside of her knee first, and her reaction is electric. She whimpers, softly, and it’s a promise of the sound she’ll make when you give her what she wants. You move up to her thigh, tasting chlorine and humid skin beneath it. Her eyes are wild, nervous with joy, unsure if she should stare at your eyes or your mouth.

She shudders with every touch, but her legs don’t close. Every inch you take, she parts them wider, pleading for you to continue, greedier to get her world rocked.

You glance up. “Stop me if you want.”

She shakes her head, breathless. “If you stop, I might cry.”

You slide higher up on her thighs, nudging her gently with your nose and lips, and her hands find their place in your hair where you wanted them all along. You let your tongue follow her horizon, and for a second, she goes so quiet you think you might have short circuited her. Maybe it’s internal water damage. But then she makes a soft, desperate sound, the kind of noise you can get addicted to.

So you do it again, and she does too. Then again, slower, letting your tongue linger at the place where her thighs meet her center, teasing the crevice where her legs meet her crotch with the tip of your tongue before finally letting yourself taste her for real.

She bucks up so hard you almost lose your grip. “Oh my fucking god,” Lia says, using her words for the first time since you started. “This is—shit, okay, fuck, okay, don’t—” she babbles, gasping, then giggling and going back to gasping again, like she can’t decide if this is so hot she should melt or so insane she can only laugh.

You break contact, looking up to her just to ask, “You good?” but she’s not having it, pushing your face back down like she’s needy for it, muttering, “Shut up, don’t please, you’re perfect, I’m just—”

You lap at her, soft at first, then harder, then you flatten your tongue and drag it in slow, deliberate circles around her clit, just to see what color she turns when she’s about to lose it. Her nails scratch at your hair, then her thighs, then the concrete. She’s so fucking unbelievable, shaded in the moonlight and the light coming from the pool. Her head is thrown back, her mouth wide open, Her tits peaking forwards, eyes squeezed shut towards the stars and her whole being is pink and wet and trembling.

You hum, sending a pulse up through her, and she shudders hard. “Are you—holy fuck, are you humming?” she asks, voice going all high and incredulous.

You pull back just enough to say, “Wouldn’t want to deprive you of the full experience,” then dive back in, tongue working faster, pushing her closer and closer to the brink.

She’s full on babbling now, none of her usual slick responses, her guard fully down. “fucking fuck fuck, that’s—yes, this feels so fucking, fuck, fuck, don’t stop, don’t you dare—” She’s stringing words, not making sentences, mewling and desperate.

You only hold on to the edge of the pool with one hand now, pushing two fingers inside her, and she makes a sound so high pitched you worry there’s more she’s yet to experience. Worry she might break.

“Do I feel that good?” you ask, the sound muffled against her skin.

She just nods, gasping, “The fucking best,” and you take it as motivation to draw this whole thing out.

You edge her, just a little, slowing down until she’s whining, then ramp up again, alternating fast and slow until she’s cursing at you, tears leaking out from the corners of her eyes. “You’re such an asshole,” she sobs, “just let me—”

You glance up, a wicked smirk on your lips. “You want to cum?”

“Please,” she whispers, voice gone small and desperate for air. “I’m not trying to become you, I need to—please—”

You look up. “What’s the magic word?”

She opens her eyes, glaring down at you through a curtain of messy hair. “I will actually murder you,” she says, but she’s grinning, and that’s all the permission you need.

You let her have it, then. Fingers, tongue, everything, all at once, relentless and hungry and absolutely shameless in how much you want to taste her finish. She’s not quiet, not even a little. The sound she makes when she finally comes is a full-body event, a yell that echoes off the water and the fence and probably into the neighbor’s bedroom. A small prayer goes out to not having them interrupt you.

She falls backwards, upper body limp as her legs shake so hard you keep them steady just to keep her from sliding into the pool. She lies there for what feels like longer than an orgasm could last, shivering and laughing and gasping, and you think about telling her she needs to be quiet. You could never.

When the air returns to her lungs in full, she pushes herself up by the elbows. Fully upright, and she cups your cheeks in her hands, pulling you up, but it’s more so you pushing yourself up. She kisses you, and you’re mixing her tastes in your mouth.

You keep yourself pushed like that until her pulse slows. Then she buries her face in your neck and whispers, “You have to do that again. Like, right now.”

You’re about to oblige when the neighbors backyard security light clicks on with a loud mechanical whine, flooding the deck with off-beat white-hot illumination. For a split second, you freeze, Lia’s body still limp on the concrete, both of you utterly exposed for every constellation above to take in.

She starts to laugh again, then clamps both hands over her mouth, eyes huge. “Oh my god, oh my god, we’re going to die—”

You grab the nearest towel, wrap it around her, and half-carry, half-drag her behind the pool shed. She’s not helping at all, still giggling uncontrollably, but you manage to get her sheltered, both of you pressed close, hearts pounding in sync.

For a minute, you don’t say anything. Just breathe together, trying to calm down. Then she whispers, “Best night of my life. Even if we get arrested.”

You kiss her on the forehead, no words, just hoping she gets the message to keep quiet. She doesn’t. “But like, let’s try not to?” she says, and you look at her like you’re trying, but she’s making it hard. “You know, cus I technically owe you a blowjob now.”

You’re stunned. It feels only minutes since you didn’t consider Lia a sexual being and now you’re whole beings on fire because of her. “You’re absolutely insane and insatiable,” you say, and her shoulders just rise and fall.

“What can I say? You liberated me. It’s your fault, with that damn mouth of yours.”

You peer out from behind the shed. The light is still on, but nobody’s come outside, so you motion for her to follow you back to the pool deck. You towel off, putting your boxers on backwards in your haste, and she does the same, wrapping her hair up in a makeshift bun.

You wait for the light to disappear, and when it does, she glances at the fence, then at you. “Should we go somewhere we won’t get a permanent record for if we get caught?”

You consider the options, then grin, because you already know where to go.

“Love hotel?” you suggest, the words a joke but also not.

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Only if you pay for the good room.”

You salute. “What, you think I don’t want the best room available for when I celebrate my first time finishing with a blowjob?”

You escape, and walk through the sleeping streets. Your hands are entangled, no longer shy about what they want. Your clothes are messy. Who cares, they’ll be on the floor again in no time.

When you finally reach the love hotel, buried under all its glorious neon signs, you can’t help but get a little nervous. It’s easier to do things for Lia, but sitting back and having her take care of you feels dangerous.

She doesn’t seem to think so. She jumps on the bed and flops back, arms and legs spread like she’s trying to take up as much space on the bed as possible and failing at it.

You find enough space to crawl up next to her, and she turns her head to look at you, full of giddy joy. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Always.”

“I think I’ve wanted this for a while now,” she grins, shy and proud swirling into one. “I just didn’t know if I could get here.”

You nudge her with your shoulder, smiling back. “Really? You’ve wanted to fuck your best friend in a love hotel for a really long time?”

She socks your upper arm, hard enough to sting, and you yelp. “Asshole. You know what I meant.”

“Yeah,” you say, rubbing the spot, “but I like hearing you say it anyway.”

She makes a face, then rolls onto her side, hair fanning over the hotel’s surprisingly clean sheets. “Fine,” she says, voice gone soft and hoarse. “I want you.” She looks at your mouth, then your eyes, then back to your mouth. “And not just tonight. I want… all of it. The weird, the stupid, the you.” Her cheeks pink up, but she doesn’t blink. “I want to be yours. And I want to do all the stuff with you that I was too scared to even ask for before.”

You just pull her in and kiss her, soft at first, then harder, until she’s clutching at you like she’ll float away if she doesn’t anchor herself in your skin. When you break apart, she’s smiling, all half-moons with her eyes, the way she used to when you’d stay up too late and make each other laugh until you were delirious.

You nudge her, voice low: “So, what now?”

She grins, a new wickedness there. “Now?” She rolls onto her side, mouth at your ear. “Now, I want you to lie back and let me suck your dick until you cum like you’ve supposedly never done before, and then, when you’re still all shaky and ruined, I want you to use that tongue of yours to fuck my clit up until I’m a groveling mess. Once your cock is ready for another round, and only after you’ve begged for it, I’ll let you fuck me. Dealer’s choice of how.”

You blink.

You can’t help it. The way Lia is talking—direct, filthy, like she’s trying to say every single thing that would make your pulse snap—is so far removed from the Lia you know it’s almost like you’re talking to a different person. Or maybe, just maybe, this is the real Lia, the one who’s been stifled for years by her self-obsession with being the “good one.” The “steady, reliable one.” Blinking turns into staring, and she picks up on it instantly. She turns inwards.

“Too much?” she asks, voice suddenly small, a hiccup of uncertainty behind the wildness in her eyes. Maybe the real Lia is somewhere in between all that, and there’s no point in trying to categorize it. Maybe, you just need to experience it.

You shake your head so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. “No, I just… wow. I’m impressed. Didn’t know you had it in you to talk like that.”

Her palm splays on your chest, like you just gave her permission to sink in, and in a way, you did. “You also still believe I don’t have it in me to make you cum with my mouth.” She glances up, searching your face for a response, a snarky remark, a stupid joke, but you miss the timing entirely. Too busy recalibrating your entire image of her.

You flop back onto the pillows, getting comfortable, stretching out in full anticipation. “Right. Do I need to beg for that too, or…?‘

She bites her lip with a smirk, shifting so she’s straddling your knees, and begins fully undressing herself. Even without the moonlight, she’s ethereal. “Don’t cum already,” she taunts, but if anyone could make you just from sight, it’s her. Then, she reaches for the edge where skin meets waistband of your underwear with both her hands.

She’s not slow about it at all. She yanks them down in one rough motion, laughing as it flies across the room. You help, taking off your shirt as well, both of you equally nude now. But only one of you is under attack. “God, it’s even bigger up close,” she crows, eyeing your dick up and down, and she’s such a loser about it that you want to bottle it forever.

She gets on her stomach, chin propped on your thigh, and looks up at you, resting her cheek on your hip. “You’re sure you want me to?”

You grab a pillow and stuff it behind your head, a throne for the king you’ve become. “If you don’t, I might actually die.”

“Noted,” she says, and then she wraps her hand around the base of your cock, squeezing lightly, and gives you a look that could set the room on fire. “Ready?”

You nod, speechless.

She starts at the bottom, tongue touching your balls, licking a stripe up the underside, eyes peering past your cock to yours, slow and deliberately showy, flicking her tongue as you realise how badly you underestimated her. She takes your head in her mouth. She won’t let you look away. Her hands are on your thighs, nails biting skin. She starts slow, then slides a little farther, lips tight and glossy around you.

She’s not kidding about the lack of gag reflex; she takes inch after inch until her nose is pressed against your stomach, then pulls back, hollowing her cheeks with a practiced, obscene pop. She repeats it, faster, then slower, then faster again, alternating pace like she’s reading a manual on your pleasure, waiting for you to flinch, to break, to do anything but bite your own knuckle and pray you don’t embarrass yourself.

It’s good—almost too good, actually. She’s not shy about it; there’s no over-the-top porn performance, just pure, unfiltered focus on the task at hand. You glance down, and you can see the pride in her eyes, the spark that says she’s not doing this for you, not really—she’s doing it for herself, to prove something about who she is on the other side of all that old inertia.

But after a minute, you notice she keeps pausing, glancing up, waiting for you to… what? Give her directions? Yell encouragement? It’s not what you expected at all.

She pulls off, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Am I doing it wrong? You can… you can grab my head, if you want,” she says, a little breathless. “You’re allowed. I can handle it.”

You blink again, like she just suggested you recite the national anthem. “Why would I do that?”

She hesitates, uncertain. “Isn’t that what guys like? My ex always did that—like, he’d hold me down, or guide me. I figured you might want—”

You shake your head, reaching down to stroke her hair, gently, more to comfort than control. “Lia, you were going to make cum, weren’t you? I have no intention of using you to get myself to cum.”

She blinks, digesting this for a second, then lets out a tiny, nervous laugh. “Okay. That’s… weirdly nice. Not used to it.”

You smile, then, letting her see how much you mean it. “You’re in control. Seriously.”

She looks down, cheeks flushed, and then squares her shoulders. “Alright. But if you don’t cum, I’ll never forgive you.”

You have to laugh at that one, and try to make sure she does too.. “Balls are in your hands, sweetie.”

She does, and then goes straight back at it. There’s a silent confidence to it. Experimental rhythms, new techniques—twisting her tongue around, letting only her tongue linger until you’re about to lose your mind. She even tries humming, just to see what happens, and when you gasp, she grins around your cock, the vibration sending a pulse up your spine.

She doubles down, working your cock like she’s got something to prove to her universe (right now that would be you alone), and by the time she starts talking, you’re already lightheaded. 

“You’re so fucking hard,” she whispers, pulling off just enough to stroke you with her hand, tongue circling the tip like she’s painting it with precision. “God, I love how you taste. I want you to cum for me. Right in my mouth.” She breaks up the words with slow, deep sucks, gripping your thighs to pin you down when you start to squirm. “Bet you didn’t think you were going to blow your load in my throat tonight, did you?”

She moans, soft at first, then louder, so performative but fucking hot, not even a slightest hint of a gag. You moan too, can’t keep it in when she’s wrangling it out of you. Lia catches the sound, doubles down, then pops off with a wet, obscene slurp, catching her breath before diving back in.

You’re going to die. You’re going to die in a love hotel, and when they find your corpse, it will be smiling.

She alternates between deep, slow bobs that have you seeing stars and quick, greedy flicks of her tongue that make your whole body arch up off the bed. She’s methodical about it, as if there is some secret, sacred geometry to the way she works her hand and mouth in tandem. You watch her, rapt, as she salivates over you, hair falling out of its ponytail and sticking to her cheeks, her eyes darting up to check your expression every few seconds. It’s obvious she’s cataloging your every reaction and making little mental notes. Every time you twitch or gasp or say her name, she smirks just a little and doubles down.

You want to hold out, to prove you have some measure of control, but she’s relentless. You bite your forearm to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole building to hear, but she just laughs around your cock, wicked. You can feel the vibration all the way down your legs.

“Fuck,” you gasp, “I—if you keep doing that—”

She pulls off, making a mess of your lap, then kisses the tip lightly, eyes huge and wet and so fucking hungry. “What? You’re gonna cum?” she whispers. “That’s the whole point.”

Her throat makes you feel like you’re drowning in sweet honey.

She already knows you won. You’re not as unbreakable as you proclaimed. She’s just taking victory laps now. Losing track of the amount of times she brings you to the brink of painting her white and then backing off, her tongue ghosting and taunting you as she lets you calm down before she starts again.

Every tease lowers the time she has to pull back. She finally holds you there, right on the brink, and then—as the throbbing begins to signal the end—she pulls off, eyes never having left yours. Her lips are slick with spit, parted, and her tongue flicks delicately over the tip, collecting the drop of precum that’s already there.

“Do it,” she whispers, and then she takes you all the way in, nose pressed to your skin, hands gripping your thighs so you can’t move. You’re helpless to stop it; you groan, involuntary, loud enough to scare the birds off the roof.

You cum—hard, so hard it’s embarrassing, and the first spurt catches her off-guard, but she laughs and swallows, eyes crinkling into half-moons again, this time with victory. She powers through the second, the third, but by the fourth one she’s not ready, and it spills out over the corner of her mouth, streaming down your cock, pooling on your stomach. She keeps you in her mouth until you soften, then finally pulls off, licking her lips with a devilish little smile.

She pulls off, coughing a little, then wipes her chin with her palm, grinning like a champion. “Holy shit,” she says, “I did not know you could cum that much. Is that, like, normal for you?” Another string of cum ropes onto her wrist as she laughs, and with obscene showmanship, she licks it off, slow and deliberate. “You realize if you actually shot that up me, I’d probably be pregnant with triplets?”

You stare at her, still slightly dazed. “No, that was—fucking insane. You’re a goddess.” You’re still trying to recover, but she’s trying to prevent you from it. She’s busy leaning down, and her tongue tips out, licking your abs clean, not missing a single drop. And if that wasn’t enough, she takes your softened cock back into her mouth, sucking soft pressure on it, like she’s determined to get every hidden drop. When you beg, and you do, she sits up, opens her mouth wide, and vocalizes to show you how empty it is.

You stare, awed. “That was the best blowjob of my life. By, like, a factor of ten. I might have to marry you now.”

Surprisingly, that’s the point she finally breaks eye contact, pink-cheeked, and it's clear how little she expected that, even if she plays it off.

You reach for her, but she stops you with a palm to the chest as she ducks, suddenly bashful. “Wait—hold on.”

You frown. “Why? What’s wrong?”

She covers her mouth and looks at you like you’re an idiot for not getting it. “I’ll probably taste like, you know… you.”

Now it’s your turn to look back at her like she’s an idiot for not getting any of it. “And?”

She looks at you, then away, then back again, sheepish but not ashamed. “I mean, guys think that that’s gross, right?”

You blink. “Gross?”

She stares at her hands, twists the comforter between her fingers. “You know. Kissing after—” Her voice drops. “After giving a blowjob. My ex always said it was a turn-off. He wouldn’t let me kiss him, after.”

You sit up, propped on your elbows, and the look you give her is so incredulous it’s almost cartoonish. “That is, with all due respect which is none, the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I want to kiss you more than I want to breathe right now, I don’t give a shit if you taste a little like me.”

Her face turns bright red at the admission, and laughs, but a little shaky. Cute, but shaky. “That’s new. My ex used to make me go brush my teeth. Or at least rinse. Otherwise he’d, like, dodge me. Like kissing me after was…” She trails off, eyes shining. “You actually mean it?”

You grin, and pull her in, and she lets you. The kiss is messy, a little salty, a lot desperate, and as you taste yourself on her tongue you can’t help but think she tastes good no matter what. She opens to you, greedy, and you let her climb into your lap, hands in her hair, your own still trembling from the aftershock of her mouth.

She’s not even subtle about what she wants to happen next. In her defense, she did spell it out for you. She’s grinding down on your thigh like she’s asking you to feel how wet she is. Her lips are on yours, desperate, insistent, tongue chasing every last taste of you. She’s moaning into your mouth, open and honest in a way that makes you want to ruin her, or maybe just worship her, or figure out a way to do both. You realize she’s been holding back for hours, maybe years, and now it’s all coming out in the fevered way her hands are clawing at your back.

You break the kiss, just to breathe, and she chases your mouth, gasping, “Please don’t make me beg. Please?” and then devolves into a fit of giggles because even at the edge of a nervous breakdown, Lia is still Lia. Still the girl who’d dare you to eat glue, then do it herself just to one-up you. Only now, she’s out of glue and onto something infinitely more addictive: you.

You slide your hands down her back, over the curve of her ass, and she arches against you, body curving like she’s trying to become a permanent part of you. She’s still laughing, but it’s all breath and need, the sound a little unhinged. “What’s so funny?” you ask, voice low, half teasing.

She pants, “I just can’t believe we’re—” but then you’re kissing her again, and she forgets her sentence halfway through, hips jerking forward in search of more.

She’s so wet, you can feel it through your thigh, hot and slick and spreading, and every time you flex your quad it makes her gasp. “Oh my god,” she says, “I’m such a slut,” but she’s smiling when she says it, proud and wild and alive.

“Jesus,” you murmur, mouth at her ear. “How long have you been this wet?”

She rolls her hips into you, grinding shamelessly. “Since the diner,” she admits, breathless. “You kept talking about making me cum and I—fuck, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You don’t want to tease this out any more than she does. You flip her, rolling her onto her back so fast the sheets threaten to tangle her up, and she shrieks in delight, hair fanning out behind her on the pillow like a halo. There’s a second where she just looks at you, all reverence and disbelief, and then she grabs your shoulders and pulls you down to her chest, wrapping her legs around your hips, locking you in.

She’s so open, so ready, it makes your head spin. You kiss down her neck, tasting the salt and heat, then down between her breasts, which she arches up for you like an offering. You take your time here, letting your tongue circle one nipple, then the other, and she’s whimpering, writhing, her hands never still as they alternate between your hair and your shoulders and her own mouth, like she can’t decide what she wants more: to pull you closer, or to muffle her own noises.

You work your way lower, kissing down her stomach, nuzzling your nose in the soft flesh just above her hipbone. She’s trembling now, and when you slide down between her legs, she whimpers, puppy-like, knees falling apart on either side of your head. This time, you don’t tease. You dive straight into the main course, finding her previously established weak spot, and making sure she gets all the rounds she needs.

It’s almost impossible how sensitive she still is, every lick causing her thighs to shudder against the sides of your head. But you want her ruined—so fuckign addicted to getting head that nothing else matters to her anymore—so you don’t let up, alternating between the blunt, relentless pressure of your mouth and soft, delicate circles with the very tip of your tongue. This time, too, you add a finger into the mix. She’s boneless the second you curve it.

You’re stealing her tricks like she stole yours. Eyes trying to find hers, but hers are rolled back, her mouth hanging slack. You want them on you, so you click your tongue and insert another finger, curl it inside her. Her eyes shoot open and lock onto yours like you just stole the last piece of pizza and she just can’t believe you got away with it.

She tries saying your name a couple of times, but all that amounts to are wet, choked gasps. She doesn’t let that stop her though. She’s losing control like you’ve never seen before, and she’s dragging you into that rhythm.

She tightens, and it happens faster than at the pool. She cums, hard, her whole body locking again, shaking so hard you’ve got to pin her down, and her back arches off the bed. But only for a moment. You never stopped, not as she squirms from overstimulation, not when she begs you not to.

As her back finishes it’s bow and she goes flaccid, you give her a minute, just to catch her breath. Just to start again. Don’t even let her ask you to, there’s no room for jinxes or invading neighbors now.

At first, she giggles, thinking you’re just returning the favor she performed on your limp cock. But when your tongue circles her still-throbbing clit,her whole body buckles for you. Hyper-sensitive and desperate, but you know what her hands in your hair are telling you.

You keep going. You don’t know how to stop. The taste of her is a current that runs straight to your skull and shorts out the last vestiges of your self-control, the raw, aching want to see her undone all you can think about.

And she continues to impress, sweat glimmering at her hairline, two perfect tears tracking down her cheek. She tries to say something coherent, but it never arrives. Might have been your name. You think a curse could also be an option. Doesn’t matter. Her tongue flattens against her teeth and the sound transforms as the next wave hits her.

You revel in her clenching and spasming, hips smashing into you and arching away, her own body unsure of where to go or what it needs in the most beautiful dance you’ve ever seen.

You don’t let up. Three is not enough. You ease your fingers out of her, making a direct connection between the nerves feeling her every twitch and your brain stem as her body seems to rewire itself with yours. She’s so sensitive now, every touch igniting some kind of fuse.

And you’re greedy to see her burn.

You kiss her clit, just once, and she yelps, a raw, startled noise. “Wait—” she gasps, but you don’t. Can’t. Not yet, anyway. “I’m gonna, I—” she gasps, but then you suck her clit between your lips and play with it with your tongue and she’s too deep, spiraling into another orgasm she didn’t know she could handle.

 This time, she sobs your name. And it doesn’t sound like desperation, not exactly. More like surrender. Like relief.

And that’s your cue. You ease up, mouth and chin slick with her juices, and take it in. There’s not a hard muscle at work there, arms and legs trembling on instinct, spread out wide, chest rising and falling again in frantic, uneven tempo. Her eyes are glassy, staring upwards with hooded lids that could close every second. She’s gone, ascended somewhere, and for a second you think you’ve overplayed it. But she returns with a laugh—just a single one, mind you, scraping breath in deep after it, filled with disbelief, delight and the undertones of a new addiction.

“I eh, I can’t—” she breathes out, voice strained from all the muffling, and she grabs a pillow, hugging it close to her chest, just to have something to bury her face in. “Holy shit,” she curses in full now. “My legs won’t stop fucking shakin, you prick.”

You move up, slide in next to Lia, careful not to cause any more explosions. Her face still glows with the aftershock as she’s clutching the pillow like it’s some kind of stuffed animal you won for her at a carnival. You make a mental note to add that to a bucket list.

You reach over to the nightstand, pour a glass of water from the pitcher provided, and push the glass gently against Lia’s lips. “Drink,” you say, and she does with a big smile, tipping her head back and gulping like her life depended on it. She splutters the last mouthful, wipes her mouth on the pillow, and collapses again.

You stroke her head, slow, patient. “You’re a fucking rockstar, you know that? Not just for being so free tonight, but… man, the way you cum? You’re a miracle.”

She groans into the pillow, mortified. “Shut up. You’re being such a loser right now.”

“Ouch,” you say, cheeky, “And here I was thinking we had something special.”

You lie there, sticky and messy and sweaty, just appreciating the way you fit into each other. A minute drifts by, two. Then she cracks open an eye and grins. "Kind of unfair of you, by the way."

You blink. "What is?"

She reaches over, wraps her hand around your cock who is valiantly refusing to give up the dream, and gives it a languid, teasing pump. "That you’re literally hard as a rock again. I mean, you just ruined me. My legs still don’t work. And you’re just… ready to go."

You can’t deny it’s what you want, but she looks like she might evaporate if you try anything on her. “Oh, you don’t have to—”

She stops that thought before it’s fully formed, squeezing your hilt enough to silence you. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? I’m not doing anything because I have to, it’s because I want to. And that’s thanks to you. You don’t really think I’m going to let you walk out of this place without actually fucking me?”

You open your mouth, but she slides her thumb over your slit, slow, and your brain disconnects from your body for a second. "Lia, you need to recover—"

She cuts you off with a glare. “If you don’t fuck me right now, one of us will die. But—” She holds up a finger, doing her best to get her breathing under control. “Condom. I know you’re a cum fountain, and I am not going to be that cliché.”

She leans over to the nightstand, rummages through the basket of “romantic amenities” and yanks out a foil packet. She tosses it at your chest. “Pick your position,” she says, rolling onto her back and spreading her arms in a gesture of reckless generosity. “Dealer’s choice, remember? But if you do missionary, I swear to god—”

You catch the foil packet with a smirk, weighing it in your palm. The options tumble through your head, a dirty montage: you could go classic, split her open missionary just to see the look on her face and violate her threat; you could get her on her stomach, ass up, push her down and rut her until she’s drooling into the motel comforter; you could even force her into lotus, making her do some of the work and test out her jellied legs some more. All tempting, all hot, but you hesitate. Something about the way she’s looking at you—equal parts challenge and naked trust—makes you want to ask.

“What do you want? I can’t decide,” you say, tearing the foil but waiting.

Lia props herself up on her elbows, squinting like the question is a trick. “What do you mean?”

You shrug. “I mean, if you could pick anything. Any position. What’s your fantasy, Lia?”

She opens her mouth, then shuts it instantly with a glare, very aware that you’re the type to use this against her. She’s not wrong. She considers her options, bites the inside of her cheek, and acts against her better judgement. “Well,” she starts, “You fucked my legs out of commission, so I can’t be riding you.” She pauses briefly. “But, honestly? That thing you did earlier. Piggyback ride. I don’t know why, but it was… really fucking hot. How easy it was for you to hold me. I’m still thinking about it. Like, you, holding me up while you do what you want to me.”

You blink, surprised, but so fucking down. “You’re telling me you want to get fucked without your feet touching the ground?”

She shrugs. If you’re going to use it against her, she might as well mix some defiance into her guilt. “Maybe.”

You slip away from her, standing upright, towering over her with that cock she thinks is so unfair. She doesn’t back down. Her breathing is fast, and she’s waiting to see if you’ll indulge or if you’ll run from the challenge.

Obviously, the only right answer is to hook your hands under her knees, dragging her to the edge of the bed. You move fast, but there’s no roughness. You scoop her up, hands cradling her ass and thighs, hoisting her into your lap like she belongs there. Her arms find your shoulders in an instant, hooking around your neck, legs bracketing around your waist. For a second, you gloat, just holding her, proud of how easy she makes it. Chest to chest, you stare into her eyes, and she blinks, caught off guard by how tender you’re approaching this.

You push her up against the wall, one hand under her ass, the other working together with her hand to tear the condom wrapper. She helps putting it on, fingers trembling as she rolls it down your length.

Her legs clamp tight around your hips, grinding down until she’s got herself just so with the head of your cock pressed in between you. You pull back, line up, then sink in very slowly. You want to savor the way she stretches and molds around you. She’s so fucking tight.

“Holy fuck,” she groans out, eyes pleading, “You’re fucking huge, I don’t know if I— I can’t—”

You keep pushing, not rough but insistent, sliding in and she nearly claws a chunk out of your shoulder for it. “You can,” you whisper back, “you feel so fucking good, Lia, and you’re taking all of me.”

Her hips shift to let you in easier, back arching against the wall, and you take the hint, finally entering fully. She’s panting in your ear for it, but she settles into you.

She twitches every time you throb, the slow and grinding rhythm overtaking her. You’re not rough with her. Maybe next time. Tonight, you want to take her in a way that makes her fall in love with you forever.

“Okay—Okay, it feels good,” she pants, and you believe her, because she’s looking at you like you have light in your eyes. You can’t stop looking at her. “I’m fucking yours,” she somehow manages to push out between her moans. “Don’t fucking stop, it feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—” is all she can mumble now, and it’s more fucks than you’ve heard from her before this night combined. You grip her ass, holding her steady, and fuck up into her until she shakes, her head dropping onto your shoulder as she cums again, harder than before.

This time, she doesn’t stop. She keeps moving, rocking against you even as you piston in and out, her body greedy for more. She’s a mess—hair wild, mascara running, sweat beading on every inch of her—but she’s never looked better. You kiss her, deep and dirty, and she moans into your mouth.

Even as your hips jackhammer into her, she’s clawing at your back, nails biting in time with your thrusts, leaving raised red gouges like she wants to sign her name in your skin. She’s a machine of noise—every time you bottom out, she yelps, a cracked mewl that might be pain or pleasure or both. You can’t tell the difference anymore.

“Fuck,” she gasps, “fuck, fuck, fuck, you—” Her head thuds against the wall, her hands locked like a vice behind your neck. “I can’t believe you fit,” she cries, “I can’t believe—holy shit, you’re going to break me.”

 Her head lolls, hair fanning over her eyes, but she doesn’t let go. Every time you drive in, she squeezes with her legs, trying to take you even deeper, her cunt milking you so greedily you almost lose it right there. You hold on, wanting to keep this going as long as possible.

“Fuck, Lia—” you grunt, and the way she’s still looking at you, with her lips saying more than her words ever could, make you want to fuck her until she’s sobbing your name and can’t remember hers.

She bites your shoulder, hard, and then whimpers, “I want this every day. I want you to fuck me so stupid I can’t even think. Please, please, stay with me—” She’s babbling, words slurring into each other, punctuated by the wet slap of your bodies colliding. There’s nothing left of the old, careful Lia; she’s a mess, running on pure animal need, and you love her for it.

You slow down, just to tease, and she claws at your back. “Don’t—don’t stop, I need you, please—” Her voice is high and shaking, every syllable a desperate plea. You push her harder into the wall, cock grinding up against her cervix, and she comes again, a high shriek that starts in her chest and ends in your mouth as you kiss her through it. She’s sobbing, laughing, cursing you out, and you’re right there with her, barely holding on.

“Inside—inside, please,” she gasps, “please, I want to feel it pulse, want to made I made you—fuck, fuck, fuck, cum in me—” She’s so far gone she doesn’t even care about her own orgasm anymore. Just begging for yours, spasming around you, aftershock after aftershock.

“God, you’re a mess,” you groan, but you love it, love every ruined, wanton inch of her.

“Yours,” she pants, “I’m your mess, I’m fucking yours, so fill me, please, please—”

Your control snaps. You pin her to the wall, driving in with a force that rattles the whole room, and she shrieks, both hands grabbing your face to keep from floating away. You feel it start low, a static charge building in your spine, then sparking outward, white-hot and blinding.

She kisses you this time, and you’re coming, hard, groaning into her mouth as you burst everything you have and fill the condom inside her.

You somehow stay standing, keeping Lia’s body squished between yours and the wall, a sweaty mess. She bites your bottom limp, then slumps back, limp and boneless. “Oh my god,” she sighs, “I can’t decide if I like the feeling of your cock or your tongue more.”

You stagger back to the bed, collapsing with her still wrapped around you. She clings to you. Even as you lie, she doesn’t let go. You just enjoy the breathing, the returning to life, the existing.

Eventually, she breaks the spell. “So,” she says, “are we dating now, or what?”

You look down at her, and she’s biting her lip, trying not to laugh.

You kiss her, soft and slow. “Yeah,” you say. “We’re dating.” You twist around, finally removing the condom and tossing it in the trash, and collapse back next to her, where she’s waiting for you.

She turns onto her side, snuggling in. “I still have to tell him we broke up,” she says. “He’s probably going to be so pissed.”

“Think he’ll try to win you back?” you ask, rubbing lazy circles into her shoulder.

She groans. “He always does. He’ll probably try to make me feel like I’m the one overreacting, saying he loves me so much, tell me to stop being dramatic and to not throw away what we had.” She pauses, rolls her eyes and continues. “He’s probably blowing up my phone already, like, ‘Where are are, let’s talk about this, it’s not a big deal.’”

You reach for her phone, unlocked and abandoned on the nightstand, and sure enough: seven notifications, all his name, as if he could will her back through volume alone. She silences her phone just as easily, and tosses it on the nightstand.

Almost as if spurred on by an extra need for vengeance, she smiles. “Hey,” she asks, “you got anything left in you?”

You blink, then glance down at your thoroughly spent cock, and laugh, embarrassed. “As much as I want to, I think I’m drained.”

She grins, baring her teeth, and leans down to kiss your chest, then your stomach, then lower, tongue trailing lazy circles. “You sure? Because I could probably get one more out of you if I tried.”

You squirm, half-ticklish, half-hopeful, but after a few minutes of her best efforts, all you manage is a halfhearted salute and a dizzy giggle. “Sorry,” you say, “system rebooting. Please come back when my balls aren’t thoroughly drained.”

You lie there, entwined, for as long as you can get away with. The hotel clock ticks over every excruciating minute, reminding you that you’re on the clock, that this freedom is paid for by the hour and will end as soon as your wallets or bodies run dry. You don’t care. You let the minutes drain from you, marking time by the lengthening pattern of Lia’s fingers tracing the line of your ribs.

Eventually, you both get up, shower off, and put yourselves back together. You’re still trembling a little, a pleasant aftershock, as you walk into the dead of night. The world looks different, like the universe has been rerouted through your joined hands.

She’s got her hair in a messy bun, your hoodie over her shirt, and she’s still not wearing a bra. You follow her down the block, back toward campus, the old world waiting where you left it. You’re halfway there, Lia chattering about nothing, when you hear a voice behind you—loud, sharp, the vocal equivalent of a car alarm.

“Lia! What the fuck?”

You turn. There he is: the ex who doesn’t know it yet, still looking the same as he did when he kissed that girl at that party, like he missed a couple of seasons of Lia.

Lia flinches at the raised volume, some vestiges of his control. You squeeze her hand, once, a silent reminder that you’re here as well. She stands, just a little behind your shoulder, but her chin is up, her spine straight.

He’s got it all loaded: the hurt, the entitlement, the performative anger. “Wow, Lia,” he spits, loud and rattling the air. “This what you do now? Run off with some fucking loser? Real mature. Real classy.”

You brace for impact, for the flinch and the apology and the slow-motion collapse, but Lia just shrugs, all slow confidence. “You don’t get to be mad,” she says, voice steady as a rifle shot. “Not after you did what you did.”

He tries again, louder. “You’re making a fucking scene. You want this guy to see what a goddamn psycho you are?”

And you’re about to step in, to body-block or at least escalate with some well-timed sarcasm, but Lia beats you to it. Her voice is steel and glitter: “Eat shit, asshole.”

She turns to you, and just as he draws a breath to retort, Lia kisses you with a force that feels like it could break your teeth. It’s not gentle, not even a little; her hands are in your hair, her mouth insistent, hungry, and you can feel her ex’s ego shriveling up and dying at the sight.

He stands there, a monument to every mediocre boyfriend in history, jaw working, hands twitching. You almost feel bad for him, but then Lia pulls back, breathless, and you see the look in her eyes and you know the only person in this story worth rooting for is her.

Lia wraps herself around your arm, tucking in like it’s her natural place, and for once you see the boyfriend—ex, you realize now, it’s official—deflate. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then shakes his head, half-laughing and half about to lose it. “You’re a fucking joke, Lia,” he says, voice cracking, “I hope you’re happy together.”

She doesn’t even look at him. She just leans into you, hand spread wide over your stomach, and says, “I am, actually.” She glances back, a parting shot gleaming in her eye, and adds, “He knows how to make me cum. You could learn a thing or two.”

His face goes blotchy-red, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, and for a second you think he might take a swing at you. But then he just shakes his head, mutters the word “sluts,” and shoves his way past, storming off down the block.

You and Lia stand there, your laughter coming out in hiccups, barely able to breathe.

“Holy shit, did you see his face?” She clutches your shirt. “I thought he was going to try and hit you.”

You both laugh at how ridiculous it was, how she revels in her victory. She scrunches up her nose, looks at you with all the love she can give, and there’s no grief.

When you finally reach her dorm building, she hesitates at the door. She turns to you and asks, “So, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then? Promise?”

You nod. “I’ll be here.”

She grins, then pokes your chest, hard. “And not just because I’m the only one that knows how to suck your dick?”

You salute, dead serious. “It helps, but the fact that you’re my favorite person was established before I found your hidden talents.”

Her lips form a tight line, she staggers a bit as she ducks inside and waves over her shoulder, and then the door closes. It takes a minute for you to start walking away.

You eventually make it back to your place, and the clock reads past 4 a.m. as you let yourself into your room, flop face-first onto the bed, and become dead asleep in seconds.

You wake up to a dozen of texts from Lia, all time stamped between 8 a.m. and the current 9 a.m., each more unhinged than the last:

“my thighs are bruised and whose fault is that? yours. youre officially an abuser…”

“jk they’re good bruises”

“remember when i said i wanted u i was serious don’t be a dick about it”

“fuck i can’t stop thinking about your mouth”

“are you awake. please be awake. i want to see you right now. but i also want to sleep for 1000 years. what do i do”

“hey my legs are working again”

“nvm im on the floor SEND HELP”

“my roommates are gone till 5 btw just saying”

“so have you got any juice back in those balls of yours?”

“i havent washed my face yet and i desperately need you here to give me a reason to”

Then there’s a picture. Lia’s on her dorm floor, hair everywhere, face grinning up at the camera, eyes soft with sleep but lit with mischief. Her shirt is one of those oversized, thin things that’s only oversized if you’ve never actually tried to contain anything with it—her nipples show through, and the neckline is so wide it’s sliding off one shoulder, hinting at the curve of her collarbone and the warm, pliant skin below. You can’t tell if she’s wearing anything under it, but that’s probably the point.

“im trying so hard to look good for you so youll finally get the hint and come over to fuck me (multiple holes ready for use btw)“

“just imagine how much better id look if you were here with your cock in my mouth… like??“

You text back: “just woke up. im there in 10. youll look even hotter after i rip those clothes off of you.”

The little typing bubble appears, and three seconds later: “run. i needed you inside me like an hour ago already.”

[itzyjinnie]

Kinktober Day 12 (🔞🍆)

G!P Ryujin × G!P Bae - Nervous

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Today was a big day in the jyp building, all of the nmixx girls were buzzing with excitement because today to prepare for their newest comeback they'd be having a dance class taught by their sunbaes, Itzy

They all looked up to them so much but one girl in particular idolised them and that was Bae, she had admired itzy for years, specifically Ryujin, maybe she had a little crush on the older girl and she hoped that she'd be able to keep that secret, the only other person that knew was Sullyoon who had already been teasing her about it non stop....and that was before itzy had arrived

They'd all met briefly before just walking past eachother in the building but never like this, learning a routine from them 16 hours for the next week

The girls were busy warming up on the floor when the doors swung open revealing itzy, well 4 of them Ryujin was nowhere to be seen and at the Bae was disappointed but also slightly relieved but that didn't last too long, a few minutes later Ryujin came bursting through the door hold an ominous looking brown bag and trying to balance 3 trays of 11 drinks in her hands

"Sorry I'm late" she chirped, "I was getting everyone breakfast" she held out the bag of Muffins as Yeji ran to help with the drinks that were nearly falling over

Ryujin began handing out the food and drinks recieving grateful smiles and words of thanks from everyone until she got to the last person,  Bae, who could barely look at her in the eyes for longer that 3 seconds without blushing so she took the sweet treat from Ryujin with a shy smile avoiding eye contact and mumbling out a thank you, trying not to freak out when their hands brushed, Ryujin Thought she was adorable

Sullyoon shooting Bae a knowing look and teasingly doing kissy faces at her, Bae just rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her

After they all had food they got straight to practicing

" okay so first we'll show you the full routine so you can get familiar with it before we start teaching you the moves and all the techniques" Yeji explained and Chaeryeong ran to the laptop pressing play so the music boomed the thr speakers in the room

The girls were in awe of the way itzy moved nailing every single step, Bae couldn't take her eyes off of Ryujin,  the way her body moved doing things to her, she could feel herself getting hard, this was so embarrassing, she hoped no one would notice as she discreetly tried to run off and escape to the bathroom, waiting for her excited member to go down but it wasn't happening, she couldn't stop thinking about Ryujin

In the practice room the music had just finished and itzy were about to start teaching when Ryujin looked them over counting the members in her head and then she spoke up "where's Bae gone?" , Sullyoon knowing what happened decided to tease Bae even more and replied "I'm not sure, you should probably go to find her" to which Ryujin nodded making her way out of the room not before saying "you guys can carry on without us, I'll teach Bae everything she needs to know when we get back" this sentence making Sullyoon giggle slightly

Just as Bae was about to relieve herself and reach into her shorts, the door to the bathroom opened stopping her in her tracks

"Hey Bae I know you're in here, are you okay" Ryujin said, even her voice made Bae twitch

Bae slowly stood up and opened the door coming face to face with a concerned looking Ryujin "Please tell me what's Wrong" she said making Bae feel guilty for not even  being able to look at her

Ryujin reached for her hand holding it in hers and said " Bae look at me, Did I do something to upset you, is that why you won't look at me" at this bae looked up shyly and assured her that wasn't the case " you didn't upset me, you just um .....you make me nervous"

"Me....I make you nervous.....why ...do you like me or something" Ryujin said jokingly only stopping when Bae's face gave away that that is exactly why

"Ohhh now i get it, come here silly, give me a hug, you dont have to be nervous around me " Ryujin said and watched as Bae did what she asked not wanting to upset Ryujin But bae had forgotten about her ....situation in her pants that was being shielded by the door until now so as Ryujin pulled her in for a hug she felt the younger girls bulge against her stomach as they pulled apart both looking down at the hard clothed shaft that bae quickly covered with her hands flushing bright red from embarrassment

Ryujin on the other hand had the opposite reaction,biting her lip as she felt her own cock begin to grow as she asked "do you need help with that" placing her hand over Bae's crotch who just quickly nodded leaning back against the wall watching as Ryujin pulled her dick from inside her shorts and dropped to her knees quickly licking the tip tasting the precum as she licked her way down the large shaft before taking it inside her mouth sucking and swirling her tongue around Bae's sensitive cockhead  making the younger girl moan

At this Ryujin reached down releasing her own cock moving her hand up and down her shaft as she kept bobbing her head giving bae the best blow job she'd ever had, it did take long before Bae was cumming in Ryujin's mouth and that was just the beginning

Ryujin had Bae leant over the sink, fingering her asshole getting her ready to take her cock, but they'd have to be quick, they'd already been gone 10 minutes

Once Bae was adjusted to the feeling of Ryujin's fingers the older girl wasted no time placing her cock at the entrance and pushing into the tight hole, her thrusts beginning to pick up the pace making Bae whine out for more so Ryujin reached around grabbing her still hard cock and expertly playing with it until she made Bae cum again, whispering into her ear "do I still make you nervous baby" to which Bae shook her head letting out a sigh as Ryujin planted kisses to her neck and then they both quickly cleaned up the bathroom that was covered with their cum  before heading out of the bathroom and back to the rehearsal getting knowing looks from half of the girls who had to put up with the 2 of them being all lovey dovey for the rest of the week

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Thank You For Reading, Please Leave Any Requests 💖

[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

groups included ☆ skz, txt (yeonjun, huening kai), enhypen (jake), itzy (chaeryeong, ryujin)

notes ☆ this is my first smau! and my first skz fic! i'm both excited and nervous to post this. i really hope at least one person enjoys this! if i ever miss a warning or anything PLEASE don't hesitate to let me know!

[TAGLIST -> CLOSED]

MASTERLIST

Y/N & FRIENDS | FELIX & FRIENDS | OTHER CHARACTERS

CHAPTER ONE ☆ YNSSTRAWBERRYFIELDS

CHAPTER TWO ☆ THE POWER OF HAN JISUNG

CHAPTER THREE ☆ BOUND TO HAPPEN

CHAPTER FOUR ☆ DISTRACTIONS

CHAPTER FIVE ☆ R1S1NGSTARZ

CHAPTER SIX ☆ NEW CONNECTIONS

CHAPTER SEVEN ☆ PROMISE ME?

CHAPTER EIGHT ☆ CHEF DREAMS

CHAPTER NINE ☆ FAN ACCOUNTS

CHAPTER TEN ☆ THE STREAM

CHAPTER ELEVEN ☆ ROOMMATES

CHAPTER TWELVE ☆ DOUBLE BOOKED

CHAPTER THIRTEEN ☆ WHAT SPEECH?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN ☆ NOT YOUR BUSINESS

CHAPTER FIFTEEN ☆ THANK YOU

CHAPTER SIXTEEN ☆ CONFESSIONS

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ☆ LISTEN UP GIRLS

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ☆ STICKY SITUATION

CHAPTER NINETEEN ☆ GOING PUBLIC

CHAPTER TWENTY ☆ RECAP

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ☆ MOVIE NIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ☆ SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE ☆ RAGE ROOM

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ☆ TIME

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE ☆ DATE NIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX ☆ LOVE?

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN ☆ TIRED

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT ☆ T-REX

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ☆ BREAK

CHAPTER THIRTY ☆ WAIT

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ☆ LIKE A MOVIE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO ☆ TOGETHER

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ☆ INCOMING ANNOUNCEMENTS

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR ☆ MISSING YOU

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE ☆ COMING CLEAN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX ☆ FIRST SNOW

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN ☆ REVISITING

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT ☆ MILESTONES

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE ☆ NEW BEGINNINGS

CHAPTER FOURTY ☆ LUCKY

[pupyuj]

just read your sub g!p itzy and it was amazing! mind if i just share some thoughts about edging sub g!p itzy?

for yeji , i can see her tied to a chair, cock blushing red and even tinted a little purple because of the wand that you have placed at the bottom of her cock, right where the base meets her balls. hips thrusting upwards uncontrollably as she can only huff and pant out 'y/n, please'. her whines getting louder every time you pull the wand away, but she never gets to protest fast enough because the wand is right where it was just seconds later. definitely cums a lot after when you finally suck on the tip and allow her to cum.

lia would definitely be loud. hand cuffed to your bed, crying for your pussy as she watches you get off. the vibrating cock ring around her cock at the lowest speed, twitching every time she sees your fingers disappear. +++ precum!! her balls are continuously convulsing as her breathing gets quicker as she sees you reach your climax. loves it when you finally turn the vibration to the max, moaning turns more high pitched!

ryujin would be similar to yeji, not that loud but her face shows everything. every time your hand wraps and jerks her off for just a second, her face contorts into pleasure. did i mention that she probably loves to be blindfolded when you do this? she wants to feel you and only you. she isn't a big fan of toys in the first place. when you finally choose to sink down onto her cock is when she throws her head back and lets out the most guttural moan ever, hips thrusting to match your speed. when you feel her thrusts grow uneven and slip away, she lets out a groan of desperation and the cycle repeats again.

i feel like chaeryeong would love to be on all fours and pegged from behind, your one hand reaching under to jerk her off as you stretch her out. shes loves it when you play with her ass. but every time she grows close, you pull out and go to grab something useless. and she can't do anything, she knows that if she moves or whines, you'll edge her for longer. so here she is, ass faced up, cock hard as she waits for you to return. the longest you have gone was 30 minutes, so all she can do is pray that you'll come back soon.

edging yuna is a pain yet a pleasure. you love seeing her hands behind her back, cock standing in between her legs. however, from the way she talks back and is just a total brat, you have to be thankful that she's into edging. your nails lightly scratching the skin on the tip makes her just open her mouth in pleasure, not a single syllable escaping, just a face of pleasure. soon, she's going from a whiny brat to an obedient pup, following your every command just so that she can cum.

ANON⁉️⁉️ DO I EVEN HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING...??? YOU NAILED THIS OMG 😭

i would like to add that yuna will definitely turn into a crying, whimpering mess while begging for you to just let her come... promising that she'll do anything and everything bcs she really couldn't stand to hold anything back anymore, the poor baby 😩

[justmochi]

from yours, with love

pairing :: eden x seokmin

word count :: 2.2k

synopsis :: the couple exchange birthday gifts.

time :: february 15, 2024

taglist :: @cafemilk-tea @cixrosie @moonlight-additions @cosmicwintr @astraw-astro @ateezjuliet @fromfreesia @succulentmom @kimhyejin3108 @enhacolor @multiplums @alixnsuperstxr @meginthebuilding27 @kang-ulzzang @hybesunstone @allthings-fandoms @itzy-eve @choihaneul @strmiu @angie-x3 @Kaitieskidmore1 @evaalopezzzz

He plops his bottom down in the sand, spreading his legs and opening his arms for her. He grabbed her cup of hot chocolate while she dropped to her knees and used her hands to brace herself. She crawled, sitting down between his legs and falling back against him. She took back her cup as he wrapped his arms around her, swaying them from side to side while exchanging giggles.

They had arrived just on time for the sun to begin setting. The drone show would begin soon, and they would have a perfect view of the entire thing.

He let go of her with one arm, pulling his scarf out from under his coat and unraveling the tie. He tried to squish them together as tight as he could, flipping the scarf over her. He crossed one side over the other, making a scarf for both of them.

“Warm enough?” He kissed the side of her head that was covered by her beanie. Then he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Yes, love. I don’t even feel that cold.” She threw her head back in an attempt to show him some affection from the absence of her hands. “You?”

“My butt’s cold.”

Eden snorted and he could feel her entire body shake as she laughed. “You know what the cure for a cold butt is?”

He read her mind completely. “A hot bubble bath?”

“Absolutely.” She clicked her tongue, biting her lip because he knew her so well. “What was your favorite part from today?”

“You.” He said with no hesitation.

“Other than me.”

“That chocolate cake was really good, I liked that.”

She chuckled, nodding along with him. “Yeah, that cake was really good.” Eden pressed her lips to the cup, slowly sipping to make sure she didn’t burn her tongue. The hot chocolate was at the perfect temperature and was so rich. “Mmm, try it.”

She directed the cup towards him, watching him blow into the little opening on the lid before sipping. He enjoyed it as well, humming in delight.

Seokmin handed it back to her and she took another sip before pressing it down in the sand, making sure it didn’t fall over.

She craned her neck upwards, kissing him on the jaw. Then she started digging through her bag to find his birthday present. She had already given him his valentines gift last night so the anticipation for this was eating away at her.

Except she couldn’t find the little cassette player she purchased for the special occasion. She must have forgotten to get it out of her luggage. She sighed, pressing her palm to her forehead.

“What’s wrong?” He brushed her hair behind her ear, pressing his lips to it.

“Well, I was gonna give you your birthday present but I forgot another part of it at the bnb.” Her shoulders slumped, wanting to hit herself on the head. But she was too antsy to just wait to give it to him when she had all the parts together. So this would have to do.

Eden distanced herself from him, the scarf coming undone and scooting around on her tush to get a better look at him. She pulled the wrapped present from her bag. It was red with white ribbon wrapped around it, the words ‘From yours, with love’ written in cursive in a black sharpie.

“Happy birthday, my love.” She held it out for him with both of her hands, the corners of her lips twitching to hide her smile.

His eyes lit up with wonder, holding the starry night sky in them. It was tiny but he knew without a doubt that it was one of a kind, so he had to handle it with care. He took it like he was holding a baby puppy, causing her to laugh.

“Open it, then I’ll tell you what I forgot.” Her anxiety increased so she readjusted and chose to sit on her legs.

Seokmin untied the shiny white ribbon, carefully pulling off the pieces of tape he found so he could save the wrapping paper. Anything she touched or wrote on was precious to him.

He stared down at the cassette tape, the word ‘Always’ in Eden’s cursive written on the middle of it where the label was.

His smile was already so wide, as it always is. He traced his fingers over the wheels and notches, looking up at her and waiting.

She folded her hands together, struggling to find words to explain herself. “So I… I had bought a cassette tape for it but I left it in my luggage at the house so you’ll have to wait to listen to it. Sorry.”

Seokmin leaned forward, pecking her on the lips as he beamed down at her gift.

“It’s over an hour long of songs I’ve written, demos I’ve recorded on my audio app, some melodie’s that come to me, random words and poems I’ve written. All that I’ve done while thinking of you, writing about you and for you.”

Eden watches as he clutches his heart, his eyes wide and his mouth wide open. “E…”

“You’re my biggest inspiration, and now that I finally have the freedom to do what I want, I thought you should be the one that hears it first, in its purest form.” She looks at the tape in his hands. “I used the guitar you got me in some of them, and I still only know the basic chords so it’s not much but–“

“I love it, Eden.” Seokmin sounds unsteady, so Eden’s gaze shoots straight up to his face and his eyes are glassy. “Seriously, it’s perfect.”

She pushes her bottom lip out in a pout, reaching her hand out and wiping away his tears before they can fall down his face. “But you haven’t listened to it yet.”

“It doesn’t matter.” He takes her hand, keeping it cupped to his cheek. “Anything written by you is perfect. Your voice is such a treasure. Anything created by you is beautiful and precious.”

She tilts her head, her pout intensifying as she steps over to him on her knees, kissing him. Seokmin holds the tape close to him, his lips moving along with hers. She pulls away, her thumb swiping over his mole as she smiles, trying to keep her own tears at bay.

“I’m glad I can finally share some with you. Just know that there’s plenty more and this isn’t even a fraction of it.” She scans his face, grinning at him. “Because I love you so much.”

“I love you. I can’t wait to listen to this.” He turns his head to kiss the inside of her wrist.

Eden nods. “Okay, but don’t listen to it in front of me.”

“Why not?” He whines, pouting and slouching his shoulders.

“I just…it makes me feel vulnerable.”

“You know I love everything you have a hand in making. But if it’ll ease your mind, I’ll just wait til you fall asleep.” He smirked, sticking out his tongue. She covers her face with her hands, shaking her head as he laughs.

“Fine.” She falls back to sit on her legs, resting her hand on his knee.

He stores the tape, along with the wrapping paper in his cross bag, seeing his own birthday present for her.

“I also have your birthday present right here,” He dug into a pocket in the inside of his bag, revealing a box.

“Seok, you can’t keep getting me jewelry.” She tilts her head with a pout, her eyes softening.

He took her comment into consideration, knowing he would not listen whatsoever.

“At this rate, you’ll be buying wedding bands next year.” She joked.

“Is that something you’re hoping for next year?” He joked right back.

“No, no, no! Of course, I hope for it. But not next year… whenever we’re both ready and have discussed settling down.” She stumbled over her words, panicking. She didn’t want to make him feel rushed, knowing how dedicated he was to his members. She wasn’t quite sure if she was ready yet either.

“Don’t worry, it’s not jewelry.” He smirked, leaning forward to give her a peck. “It’s even better.”

She widened her eyes. “Better than jewelry?” She couldn’t imagine anything better than jewelry in the tiny little box he was holding. Nothing else came to her mind of what it could be.

He tilted his head with a grin.

“Let’s see it.” She smiled, scooting to sit beside him with her bottom flat on the sand. She leaned her weight on one hand, watching his face.

“The second we left last year, I was already thinking about what to get you this year,” Seokmin rotated the box in his palm, growing nervous. “It’s pretty hard to top promise rings.” He stuck up his ring finger, making her chuckle.

“Very hard.” She stuck hers up as well, interlocking their fingers together.

“And you’re probably right, we would be writing out our vows earlier than expected if we kept up our gifts each year.”

Eden grew more antsy as he continued on, having trouble imagining what could possibly be sitting in the box.

He gently grabbed her hand, placing the velvety box on her palm and leaving her to it. She looked down, then back up at him.

“Go ahead.” He pushed her hair behind her shoulder, leaning in to press his warm lips below her ear.

She wasn’t sure if she could actually open it herself with how her hands were shaking. With his eyes on her and her heart close to beating out of her chest, she got over herself and opened the box.

Much like the box last year, a light shone onto the silver brass key. A key.

Her mind went into overdrive, thinking of everything but the actual thing the key was made for.

“You didn’t…fish our love lock out of the river, did you?” Eden turned her head to him slowly, her eyes bulging.

“No, baby! No, of course not!” He wrapped his arms around her. “Our key and the lock still remain in that river in Paris. They’ll always be in that river. They’re never going anywhere. I promise.”

“Okay, okay.” She pressed her free hand to her chest, feeling her cheeks heat up from embarrassment. It was an irrational fear of hers. “Where does the key go?

He smiled, letting out a tiny snort before reaching up and kissing her temple. He picks the key out of the luxurious box and runs his fingers along the engravings.

“You remember the loft we looked at a few months ago? The one with a full kitchen, and the bathtub with the glass roof? You loved it.”

The moment he says the word ‘apartment’ everything snaps into place. She whips her head to him, her jaw hanging open. “Seokmin.”

“This is the key—though we probably won’t use it much because there’s a keypad and whatnot. But just in case we get locked out, we have it.” He hands the key to her.

“You’re saying…” She looks at it in disbelief. Tears begin to well up in her eyes.

“It's been waiting for us for a couple weeks now.”  He rests his chin on her shoulder, smiling.

“It’s ours?” Her vision blurs through the tears, but she can still see the nod of his head.

“It’s ours.”

Eden lets out a cry, smiling and looking up toward the sky, letting the tears make their way down her cheek and neck. Even as she cries, her feelings are only that of happiness. She is happy. Elated. She launches herself at him, going down with him against the sand as she hugs him. He was unexpecting, laughing as he wraps one arm around her waist.

“I don’t know what to say!” She squeals into his neck, using her hands to lift herself off of him. She hovers over him. “It’s really ours?”

“Yes!”

She starts to attack him with kisses. Several on his forehead, many across both of his cheeks, his nose and eyelids, leaving pecks on top of his lips. He giggles, taking it all in stride. “I’m so happy, Seok. This is perfect. Thank you.”

“I told you, anything you want, I’ll make it happen for you.” He strokes her cheek. “You, me, and our home.”

The word ‘home’ floats on the tip of her tongue, staring down into his eyes with adoration. “Have you been staying there by yourself?”

“I move in some of my things when I have the time, but I’m not gonna stay or sleep there until you’re with me.”

She pouts, feeling her heart ache. “Awe, sweetie.” She caresses his cheek with her hand, her thumb holding the key in place on her palm. “Can we go see it when we get back?”

“Of course.” He stretches his neck up to kiss her.

Eden giggled again, kissing him back and a few more times for good measure. “I love you! I love it.” She raises her hand, holding the key between her fingers and eyeing it. “I love this.” She presses the key to her lips before leaning down and kissing him once more. Harder and Deeper.

“I love you, and I am ready to make a home of our own.”

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Squeeze Me, Break Me

Itzy Lia x Male Reader

The studio bathroom echoed with faint basslines from the rehearsal hall. Fluorescent lights flickered softly above as you leaned back against the cold tile wall, heart racing.

Lia stood between your knees, her white school blouse clinging to her like it had been tailored for sin. No tie. No blazer. Just smooth skin under stretched buttons and a skirt barely brushing mid-thigh. Twenty-four, raw and radiant, her brown eyes glinted with something unhinged.

“You look like you’ve been holding this in all week,” she said, glancing down at the bulge in your pants. “Let me fix that.”

Before you could speak, she popped your button, pulled you free, and smiled wide.

“Good boy.”

Then she leaned back and undid her top—one button at a time, slowly, as if undressing were a dance. Her bra was lilac cotton, too snug for her small chest, the outline of her nipples pressing hard through the fabric.

She tugged the cups down. Let them fall.

“I know they’re not huge,” she said, gripping your shaft with spit-slicked fingers. “But I know how to make them count.”

She pressed your cock between her breasts—barely enough to wrap around—but tight, hot, perfect. She spat once. Twice. Then started grinding her chest against you, body low, mouth hovering.

“See that?” she whispered, watching your cock twitch between her tits. “Small means I can get close. Real close.”

She flicked her tongue across your tip with every pass. Tight. Wet. Unrelenting.

You grabbed the edge of the sink to stay upright.

She didn’t slow down.

“Don’t hold it,” she breathed. “I want you to come so hard my shirt never recovers.”

You groaned.

“Fucking do it,” she hissed, pumping faster. “On me. In me. I don’t care—just fucking give it to me.”

You exploded—thick bursts streaking across her chest, her throat, her open blouse. She moaned like it turned her on, grinding through the final strokes as you twitched between her breasts.

She wiped her chin with a thumb. Licked it clean.

Then she looked down at the stained blouse, smiled, and slowly buttoned it back up over your mess.

“I’m wearing this to dinner,” she said, voice smug. “And you’ll know what’s underneath every time I breathe.” ----- More stories here