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Flower Girls

Alrighty, here we are, everyone! We get SinB and Eunha together. I also had to make the cover image because I couldn't find one that I liked, so that took much longer than expected.

Length 3.6K

SinB X Mreader X Eunha

“One for me, one for you. One for me, one for you.” Eunha chirped with each flower she picked. The young woman would giggle as she looked over at her friend, SinB. Though she was taller than Eunha, SinB was the younger of the two. The young woman would smile back at Eunha in the moment, but when the older woman turned her head away, SinB would drop her smile immediately. The women picked at their little patches of flowers, grabbing a variety for their respective bouquets. There wasn’t much variety, but each bouquet would be different enough. SinB had chosen the brighter blue flowers, while Eunha opted for a slightly deeper shade, one that trended toward purple. 

“You know it doesn’t make much sense to say one for me, one for you, if we’re making our own bouquets,” SinB told the older woman as she picked her final flower. She looked at her full basket, deciding that it was enough for what she wanted.

“Don’t say that,” Eunha whined, tilting her head back and pouting at SinB. The younger woman couldn’t help but break into a smile. 

She squished Eunha’s cheeks together, “Yeah, well, it’s true,” SinB responded, the slightest smirk on her face. 

“Mine’s for you, too,” Eunha mumbled, as SinB played with her chubby cheeks. 

“Yeah?” SinB said, with slight amusement in her voice. “Well, let’s go home and make them.” SinB let go of her friend’s cheeks and stood up, patting the dirt away from her shirt. She grabbed her basket and spun on her heel, beginning the trek back home. 

“Yah! Wait for me,” Eunha shouted, knocking over her basket of flowers as she rose suddenly. The young woman scrambled to move everything back into her basket before chasing after the now skipping SinB. Eunha’s short legs moved quickly as she followed her friend, slowing down only when she caught up with SinB. The short woman slapped SinB on the back, “You could have waited.”

“You caught up,” SinB replied. She tilted her head back, gazing at the evening sky, with its deep orange glow from the setting sun. “We'd better hurry, it’s going to get dark.”

“I just stopped running,” Eunha whined. “Besides, we’re not that far. We can make it back in time.” Eunha waved her friend off, hoping that she could get another moment to rest. “It’s not like anyone’s waiting for us anyway.”

“Heh, you’re right about that,” SinB chuckled. “How many people are around anyway? Ten?” SinB asked, referring to the number of people living in their small village. 

“C’mon, it’s not that small,” Eunha replied. “There are about eighty of us.”

“Yeah, well, it feels a lot smaller. We should go, leave, and go into the city.”

“With what money?” Eunha mumbled, looking at the ground as she considered how much money she had at home. “We don’t have anything. Where would we stay?” Where would we find jobs? We don’t know anyone there.”

“But it’s so boring here,” SinB whined. She let her head roll back, staring off into the sky as the pair continued walking along the trail. “When’s the last time we had a visitor?”

“There was that tourist a couple of months ago. Remember? She showed us a bunch of pictures of the city.”

“Oh, yeah.” SinB thought back to the woman who had come by. SinB had a tough time remembering what she looked like exactly, but she remembered the pictures. “She had a boyfriend, too, didn’t she?”

“Mm, yeah,”

“It’d be nice to have a boyfriend.” 

“Yeah,” Eunha agreed. SinB glanced over at her friend; she could tell Eunha had more she wanted to say. “It’d be nice, but all the boys are taken.”

“Gross, I wouldn’t even consider them. They try to act all macho, it’s so annoying,” snorted SinB. 

“Maybe someone will come in and whisk us away.”

“Right,” SinB said with a slight roll of the eyes. “Like any guy would come into our little rinky-dink village and whisk us away to the city.”

“A girl can dream.” Eunha retorted. “Just you wait, there’ll be a guy waiting on our doorstep. “He’ll be nice and… and he’ll choose me over you,” Eunha said, unable to think of any other traits at the moment.

SinB huffed at her words. “You over me?”

“Y-yeah.”

“I could seduce any guy better than you could.”

“Nuh-uh,” Eunha puffed out her cheeks, her brows furrowing as she stared at her friend. SinB smirked and shook her head, continuing down the path until the village came into sight. “I told you we’d make it before dark.”

“Yeah, yeah,” SinB waved off her friend. She looked down the road, a figure sitting at the steps of their home. The sun made it difficult to see more than an outline of their shadow. “Looks like we have a guest.”

“Oh?” Eunha was instantly excited. Eunha’s steps came quicker as she passed SinB. 

“Hey!”

“I call dibs!” Eunha said as she hurried to their home. Now it was SinB’s turn to chase; she followed the older woman to their front door. 

You turn your head, hearing the footsteps approaching you. You saw two young women coming along, carrying baskets of flowers. You stood up, brushing the dirt from the back of your pants. “Excuse me, ladies. You wouldn’t happen to know a place I can stay the night?” You stick your arm out, pointing to your car on the other side of the road. Eunha and SinB turn their heads, noticing it now behind one of the abandoned homes in the village. “You see, my car broke down, and I tried knocking on some doors, but I got no response. I had just enough signal to call a tow company, but they won’t come in until tomorrow.”

Eunha nods along, listening to your story. “You can stay with us,” she says without missing a beat. 

SinB pats the woman strongly on the back, leaning in to whisper to her, “Hey, I never agreed to this.”

“Excuse us a moment,” Eunha says to you before turning around to speak to SinB. “You’re just upset I had my dream come true. Now he’ll whisk me away.”

“Yeah, right, he’d choose me over you,” SinB replied, still stuck on their earlier tiff. She shook her head, “Wait, what am I talking about? That’s not important right now.”

“He’d choose me, you’ll see. We’ll invite him in.” Eunha was insistent, she turned back, smiling at you, and motioned for you to come in. SinB was less than enthused but didn’t resist. You give the women a slight nod and thank them as they lead you inside their small home. “There isn’t much room, but you can sleep here in the living room. We’ll share the bedroom.”

“I appreciate that. It’s plenty nice here.” You tell them as you slip off your shoes at the entrance. Looking around, you see it is a small space, just enough for a couch, a table, and a small TV. The women disappear behind a doorway, reappearing without their baskets.

“We’ll just keep them here for now,” you hear the shorter woman say to her taller counterpart. As they turn back to you, the short woman gives you a bow, “My name is Eunha, it’s nice to meet you.” 

The taller woman bows next, “and I’m SinB.” You respond in kind, bowing to them and introducing yourself by name.  

Eunha motions to the couch, “Please have a seat. I’ll get you something to drink.” SinB sticks to the doorway as Eunha looks at what they have. “Maybe they’d like something strong,” Eunha says to herself. “It’s not like we get to drink that often, and we should treat our guests.”

“You’re being too kind,” SinB tells the older woman. 

“No, I’m not. Come on, let’s go and talk to him.” Eunha says as she comes through the doorway with a bottle and a few glasses. She places them on the small table and fills each glass. The three of you chat, talking about what you were doing before you got stuck and learning about each other in general. “Ah, so you got lost,” Eunha says with a nod. It’s a good thing you ended up here. She said before sipping on her drink. Eunha glanced at SinB with a knowing smile. It might’ve not been seduction, but she was getting more attention.

SinB let out a small huff as she put her glass back on the table. She placed a hand on your thigh. “Don’t you worry too much. The couch will be pretty comfortable once you’ve made yourself at home.” 

One drink became two, and then two became the whole bottle. The three of you were drunk in no time, and with that, the women became bolder. Eunha moved onto your lap, “You know you’re pretty handsome. Have you ever modeled?” Eunha was grinding against you, accidentally causing a bulge to form. Eunha looked down to see the bulge, her eyebrows rose in shock before a smile formed. “Do you like what you see?”  Eunha giggled. “I know we do,” She said with a slight motion to SinB. “Do you want to know something?” Eunha leans in, getting by your ear. “We’ve never been with a man.” The young woman grabbed your hand.

She slipped your hand under her dress, and your fingers rubbed against her wet panties. Eunha mewed as your fingertip moved along her covered slit. It felt like electricity shooting through her body. Her hand moved across your bulge. She wanted to reach into your pants and grab it, but the young woman was too shy to push further. With your other hand, you reach for your pants, unbuttoning the top and pulling the zipper down. “Go ahead,” you mumble as you move toward her neck and plant your lips on her soft skin. 

Eunha coos, one hand holding you in place as the other hesitantly reaches into your underwear and grabs hold of your hardening shaft. Eunha’s small hand can barely wrap around your shaft. The size hadn’t hit her yet; she was just thinking about how this was the first cock she had ever touched. Eunha moved her hand slowly along your length, listening to your breath hitch as the top of her hand brushed against the tip. “Does that feel good?” She moaned softly.

“Yeah, keep going,” you grunt as your fingers move Eunha’s panties to the side, allowing you access to her bare cunt. Eunha lets out a sharp cry as your warm hand touches her smooth slit. Her hand freezes in place, and she cranes her neck back as pleasure overwhelms her. You slip two fingers inside the young woman, filling her body with even more pleasure. Eunha’s breathing staggers as you push your digits deeper into her cunt. Eunha had touched herself before, but this was unlike anything she had experienced. 

From the sidelines, SinB watched and listened to her friend. SinB's eyes stared at Eunha’s expression; it looked like the older woman was having the time of her life. SinB felt her body heating up as she watched Eunha ride your fingers. The older woman hadn’t even realized what she was doing. Eunha’s body was moving on its own, grinding against your hand as you licked and nipped at her neck. Eunha’s hand slowly began to move again, slowly at first before picking up pace. 

SinB couldn’t help but wonder what it must’ve felt like if Eunha was throwing herself at you like that. Her hand made its way to her slit, rubbing it through her panties as she watched her friend enjoy herself. Soon her fingers were under her panties as she touched herself. One hand was on her slit while the other was grabbing at her breasts.

SinB’s moans soon became loud enough that Eunha noticed, and as she looked over at her friend, she saw her masturbating, and it was because of her. Knowing that SinB was partly getting off on watching her, a flick switched on inside Eunha. She felt emboldened to do more. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” she cooed. You agreed and picked the young woman up, grabbing onto the back of her legs. Eunha wrapped her legs around you, moaning softly as your cock rubbed against her slit. As you passed SinB, Eunha motioned for her to come along. SinB gulped and came in after you, watching as you laid Eunha down on her bed. 

You reach behind the young woman and unzip her white dress. Eunha takes deep breaths as you pull the top of her dress off. Her bust is held in place by a small, white bra, one that you would soon discard. You pull down her dress, getting it past Eunha’s wide hips and off her feet. Eunha looks at you with longing, reaching out toward you. You lean in and kiss her, pulling away soon after. “We have to get the rest of you,” you tell her. You grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down her thick thighs, getting them off of her just as Eunha tosses off her bra. 

You glance at her pink nipples, the hard nubs poking out. Glancing to the side, you see SinB stripping off her clothing, tossing her shirt on the ground. It was the last piece of clothing she had on. You notice her thighs glisten under the room's light. You bring your attention back to Eunha, grabbing your cock and rubbing it against her wet slit. The young woman moans softly, grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them. Eunha’s eyes are shut as she revels in the pleasure. “What do you want?”

“I want you inside,” Eunha responds. Her body was hot, craving more. She sucks in a breath as she feels the tip of your cock pushing her lips apart and moving inside her. Eunha pushes her head back against the bed as you fill her body up, scratching the itch in her core. Eunha bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan, but it bursts through anyway. Her voice fills the room as you push the remaining few inches inside her. You're buried at the hilt inside Eunha, giving her her first taste of sex. Her legs shake, unbearable pleasure coursing through her. “P-please, I want more,” she mumbles. You grab Eunha’s waist and drag yourself out of her small body, waiting for a brief moment before plunging yourself back into her tight core. Eunha roars, her moans flowing freely as you begin thrusting. Eunha’s hands go to her sides, gripping the sheets as you ravage her body. It only takes a few thrusts before her walls start to tighten around you. Eunha whimpers as she feels something coming. You continue to thrust into the petite woman, throwing glances at SinB, whose fingers are quickly moving in and out as she fingers herself. You grab her arm and pull her close, giving her a better view of Eunha as she cums. 

Eunha’s back arches as she explodes over your cock, her walls gripping you fiercely as she cries out in pleasure. SinB watches as Eunha’s tongue hangs out of her mouth, her eyes half-lidded. SinB’s eyes drift downward, sticking on Eunha’s bouncing breasts before continuing downward. Eunha’s lower half is slick and glistening from her nectar. Pangs of jealousy hit SinB. She wanted to feel like that too. Unconsciously, her hand reached for Eunha’s breast, giving it a soft squeeze. Hearing Eunha moan because of her actions made her do it again. Too focused on Eunha’s expressions and moans, SinB hardly noticed as you moved her over her friend. 

She moaned softly as you rubbed your cock against her slit. SinB laid her head down on Eunha’s chest, reaching back and spreading her cheeks for you. “I want you, too,” she whines. You push into SinB’s cunt, the tight grip providing slight resistance as you move deeper into her. 

While you’re moving in, Eunha gets her bearings enough to wrap her arms around SinB’s head, holding her close. Almost on instinct, SinB opens her mouth, using her tongue against Eunha’s hard nipple. The older woman moaned as she felt SinB’s tongue lap at the hard nub. She tightened her grip over SinB, keeping her latched onto her nipple as you thrust into the younger woman from behind. SinB’s moans crashed into Eunha’s chest, each thrust being one where you buried yourself inside. Now knowing what Eunha had experienced moments earlier, SinB was losing her mind. It was no wonder that Eunha looked like she was experiencing pure bliss earlier. SinB could feel your cock stretching her apart. It sent shivers down her spine when you’d thrust into her. 

SinB could feel her climax building inside her, getting closer with each movement. It rushed to her when Eunha decided she needed more pleasure. The older woman had reached around SinB and begun returning the favor, pinching and pulling on SinB’s nipple. It made the younger woman squirm; she whined, feeling her orgasm get closer, a tightness in her core becoming unbearable. “I-I’m going to cum,” she whimpered. 

In the following few thrusts, SinB came just like Eunha had earlier. Her walls clamped down around you,  squeezing you tightly as they coated you in her nectar. SinB’s high-pitched moans showed you both how she felt. The young woman wrapped her arms around Eunha, holding her tightly as her body was rocked by her orgasm.

You drag your cock out of SinB, letting her body rest over Eunha’s. Her breathing was heavy as she sucked on Eunha’s tit. “Did-did you get to cum?” Eunha asks through soft moans. 

“No, but since you both came, I didn’t want to push either of you too far,” You respond.

“You can use our mouths to cum. Eunha opens her mouth after offering. “It’ll be my first time, so I might not be that good, but you should get to cum too.” You accept the young woman’s offer, moving over to her head and bringing your cock to her lips. Eunha looks at it hesitantly, realizing now what she had inside her. The smell of it alone makes her head spin, but it hypnotizes her. She edges closer to your cock, pressing her lips against the side of the tip before adjusting and taking in the head. It might’ve not been much, but it felt good. SinB added to the pleasure of moving on from Eunha’s breasts to your shaft. She can taste herself on your cock. 

It was intoxicating to the young women. They worked together to push you to the edge, their tongue moving along your shaft and the tip. Eunha bobs her head, taking in a little more than the tip while SinB sucks on the shaft, coating her lips with her nectar. You groan as you get closer to cumming. You give a light thrust, pushing a little more into Eunha’s mouth before announcing that you’re going to cum. You pull away and tell the women to open their mouths. SinB moves to Eunha’s side and pushes her face against her friend’s. The pair shut their eyes and open their mouths, giving you prime targets as you cum, coating their faces in the sticky liquid. The few drops that land on their tongue are savored as they giggle from the experience. Their faces glisten as your cum runs down their cheeks. 

Exhaustion takes hold, making you all drift off to sleep. The following morning, you wake up in the middle of the women, your bare bodies pressed against each other. You sneak out from between the women, putting your clothes back on. Slowly, they stir from their sleep. Once they realize they’re naked, they cover themselves. They put on some clothes before coming into the living room. “Good morning, the tow truck should be coming soon. Thank you again for letting me stay the night. It was quite nice.” You say, unable to think of another way to phrase it. “You two have given me far more than I deserve. If you ever come to the city and need help, I’d be happy to return the favor.”

The women blush as they think about last night. At the mention of returning the help they gave you, they turn to each other. Eunha gives SinB a slight nod. The younger woman knew what Eunha was going to ask and shook her head, but Eunha continued. “Now that you mention it, we were wondering if we could go with you. We want to see more of the world, and there isn’t much here. Could we live with you? Just for a little bit while we set ourselves up?”

You mull it over for a second; it was definitely asking for more, but seeing how they treated you, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. “Yeah, alright. I guess that could work.” Eunha jumps in place, excited that she’ll be getting out of the village. “Guess that means you two should be packing your bags.” 

Eunha stops in her tracks, “Oh, you’re right. Come on, let’s start packing.” Eunha says as she drags SinB to the bedroom. Eunha hurriedly packs everything, SinB following along at a calmer pace. Soon enough, the two have everything they need. They sit on their suitcases outside as the tow trucks arrive. “We’re going on an adventure!” Eunha chirps, kicking her feet. 

“Just don’t get us in trouble,” SinB says with a sigh as they get ready to begin a new life.

[prael]

Positions

Le Sserafim Kazuha x male reader

words: 5.6k Masterlist

Distrust is a funny thing because it should be fairly easy to hide, yet everyone always knows when you're looking at them with it.

He's giving you that look. It's written all over his face. In big, black, bold letters. And yet he hasn't said anything. Betrayal has left him more like a scolded puppy than a vengeful husband.

He doesn't even watch her get out of the car and approach your studio, just looks on at you like it's all your fault, and he's not the one to blame. No one is blameless here - that's for certain. Then he suffers the humiliation for all three of you, though. You don't feel much shame - and she obviously doesn't feel any. So he has to take the brunt of it. That's his penance to bear, and it's why he scowls so hard.

She doesn't even glance his way. Her focus is solely on you. There is something so wrong with that. It's sick - how you can feel like you've broken a man without ever even meeting him.

"Morning, Zuha," you speak as you bow and let her inside your studio. She is a sight, as she is in her usual garb: tight, stretchy pants, and a top which clings to her body, showing off her figure. Today's ensemble is light blue, top and bottom. It complements her skin tone and the deep, dark wave of hair, which, for once, isn't up in a ponytail. It flows over her shoulders, past them, to mid-back, and you wonder why she bothers tying it back if it looks so beautiful when loose.

She's wearing a wide smile, in complete contrast to the man she leaves outside. There is nothing to suggest that this is a day where she does anything other than go about her regular routine of exercise and self-care, but there are a lot of lies here. Her lies. His too.

She's quiet as she walks past. You close the door, shutting out her external ties to the real world, and turning to her. Eyes - warm and inviting - scan your appearance, taking in your casual clothing. It isn't like her to not say anything when she comes in, and it isn't like you to just let her stand in the middle of the studio without a word of instruction. Today, though, today isn't about the usual.

"Kazuha," you begin to say, which she immediately interrupts.

"I've been practising," she informs you, her tone more excited than you have heard it in a while, which, in itself, isn't a surprise to you.

"Maybe you'd like to show me how you're getting on," you reply, but you don't even need to finish speaking to have her nod in agreement and begin to take her position. She faces the mirror at the far side of the studio. You stand behind her. You watch her, and she watches herself. She likes to look at her own body as she stretches it to its limits.

You would be the first to say it's an impressive sight to witness.

She lifts both hands, then bends over and places the flats of both palms on the ground. She's doubled over, her ass in the air. Her legs are stretched taut, straight and firm, and she holds the position.

"I have to ask," you say, taking a step closer to her. "Is this going to be a lesson or a performance?"

She looks up at you from between her legs, head upside down, "Just watch."

She crawls her hands forward and slides her feet outwards. Her legs get wider and her ass begins to sink towards the ground - it's pulled so taut. Round and firm, even though you know it's a soft cushion from personal experience. You watch her legs spread full as she completes the splits. She leans forward and places her chest flat on the ground. Her back is as tense as her thighs and legs, but there's much less fabric there to hide the definition. You watch the way she arches her spine and her shoulders flex to pull herself off the ground, pushing herself back upwards, hands flat to the floor, her legs straight and stretched as far as possible.

She looks over her shoulder at you, and she has the most beautiful of smiles. It's a wide grin complemented by the slight blush on her cheeks and the sparkle of mischief in her eyes. It's a look she has given you many a time - a look you know well. A look that has been etched into your memory for many months. The unforgettable kind.

She knows exactly what you're looking at and she lets out the breathiest of laughs before she speaks, "How's my form?" And she knows it's good. You know she's not asking for your professional opinion on how she's getting along with the splits, she wants you to tell her that her ass looks amazing, which you do.

"It's perfect."

"I can go further, remember, just lift my legs up into the air," she reminds you.

"Yeah, I remember." She had been a natural from the start. Her legs had no trouble with the stretches. They had no issue being forced apart and being suspended at all. "I think we should work on that now, actually."

"And why's that?" she asks with a coy look as she brings her outstretched legs around in front of her and then pushes herself back to her feet.

"Well," you say, as you walk over to her. You take her hand, and then you lead her towards the mirrored wall with the bar for support. "You want the honest answer or the professional one?"

She laughs again. It's a delightful sound, her laugh. It makes your chest tight. "Both."

"Well, professionally," you begin, releasing her hand so she can hold the rail and look at herself in the mirror. You stand behind her, with your hands on her waist and speak into her ear. "Professionally, it's a challenge to your body's strength, balance, and mobility." Your hand travels along the smooth curve of her hip.

"Is that so?" she says with a hint of amusement, as her breathing grows more laboured.

"Mhm," you reply, as your fingers caress down the back of her thigh. You hold her leg in your palm, fingers settling on her inner thigh, ready to guide her into position.

"And the other thing?" She asks, breathless.

"The honest thing?" You ask, but she doesn't reply. "The honest thing is, I like seeing your body pushed to the limit."

"Oh," is all she says, in some pseudo-agreeing and nonchalant tone before she starts to raise her leg. She holds the rail, and you guide her leg up, past the horizontal and all the way to the vertical. It's straight and high, and her standing leg is stable, even with her bare feet. "Like this?"

"Yes. Like that. How's your balance?"

"It's fine. I've got a strong core, you know that."

"All too well," you say as you slip your hand along her inner thigh. No longer supporting, you encroach on the thin barrier between you and the apex of her thighs. Your fingers press against her. The material is tight and thin. You can feel her warmth, even through the layers of fabric.

"You know my husband is right outside." Her tone isn't accusatory, not at all. If anything, she sounds excited. Thrilled even. Her words seem to encourage you, and your hand presses firmer into her crotch, the fabric rubbing against her.

"I know," you say as you look at the reflection, meeting her eyes by peering through the space between her head and her foot. You look at her and see the way she is watching your every move. You glance at the way her leg is up in the air. She's so stable, even as you rub her cunt. Your fingers press in, feeling for the folds beneath her pants, and then you slip a little lower and press your fingertip against her clit.

"Oh, fuck," she exhales with a low groan. You smirk at her reaction.

"Hold the pose," you tell her as your finger rubs in small circles. "Don't move."

She's biting her lip and her chest rises with each deep breath, as if trying to keep herself stable and standing. Her leg trembles, just slightly, and you can't help but laugh as you feel the muscles tense under your touch.

"Stay still," you whisper to her.

"You're making that difficult," she says with a short huff of a laugh.

"You want me to stop?"

"No." It comes out quick and firm.

You smirk, and you keep on rubbing her pussy through the thin, tight material of her pants. You press your hand in harder, as you look her body over. She looks divine. Her body is so tight, with her legs and thighs being pushed to their absolute limits. You watch the muscles of her neck flex and the tension in her shoulders as she holds herself stable, her head up to look in the mirror. She watches you, and watches her leg up in the air, as she tries to focus on anything other than the heat which floods between her thighs.

Her mouth opens slightly, her eyes close and her brow creases, but the moment her breath sounds more like a moan, she clamps her mouth closed and lets out a deep breath through her nose. It makes you smile. Her cheeks are glowing red. Her breath is heavy, and she's trying to be so quiet.

"How long do we have? How long will he wait out there?" you ask as you lean in closer. Her body shudders at the proximity. Your breath hits the exposed skin on her neck, making her tremble.

"As long as I need him to."

"Do you think you'll be able to hold the position while I make you cum?"

Her eyes open again, and she looks at your reflection. She's smiling. She nods, just slightly.

"You think you'll be able to stay balanced while you have my fingers in you?"

Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, and her breath leaves her in a short, sharp gasp. You know how to get to her. Her smile grows.

"I'd love to rip these open, but I can't send you home in ruined clothes," you whisper. It makes her giggle, a soft and amused noise. You pull her leg back down, and she stands there, hand on the railing, with a slight bend in her hips and a slight arch in her back. It pushes her ass out, and she does it with a purpose. She knows what she's doing. She knows exactly how she looks. "Never get tired of that ass," you comment as you grab it. A quick, firm squeeze. It's so pliable in your hand. She laughs.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her blue yoga pants, pulling them down slowly. You expose the expanse of her back, the curve of her spine, the dimples just above her cheeks. And then, finally, her ass is bare. There's nothing underneath her pants but toned curves and soft flesh. Your eyes drink in the sight. It's not new to you, but it's always exciting.

She steps out of her pants, and as you toss the clothing aside, you watch her. The muscles of her thighs and legs are tense and tight, and her skin is so smooth. You run a hand up her calf, past the back of her knee, along her inner thigh. She burns under your touch. Your eyes wander over her. You can see her arousal; the shine on the lips of her cunt, the slight pink hue to her flesh. Your fingers brush over her. The wet sound is unmistakable. She moans at the sensation and the noise.

You stand, and she raises her leg again without being asked or instructed. She's watching you, her eyes on yours as her leg rises higher and higher. Your eyes wander down, along her leg, down to the place you can't help but be fixated on. It's a beautiful sight. Your hand comes down to caress her cunt, and you feel her lips and the wetness which seeps from between her thighs.

Your eyes rise to meet hers in the reflection, and she's smiling as you press two fingers inside of her.

"Fuck," she exhales in a short, breathy word. You can feel her pussy squeeze your fingers.

"You're soaked," you say as you watch her in the mirror.

"Been thinking about you all morning," she confesses as her head falls backwards and her hand grips the bar. Her fingers flex and tighten. Her body trembles.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"He ever got you this wet?" You can't help yourself. It slips from your mouth in a low, almost growl of a tone. You press your fingers in and pull them back out. You repeat it a few times, fucking your fingers in and out of her wet hole. She's so hot, her body trembling and tense.

"No," is all she says, her voice soft, her eyes opening again. She's watching you. "Not anymore," she adds with the slightest shake of her head. Her eyes close, and her lips open. Her mouth forms a perfect circle as you fuck your fingers in and out of her.

"He doesn't make you cum, does he, Zuha?" Your voice is a low rumble as you speak to her, watching her face contort and twist in the reflection. You look down, at the sight of her pussy wrapped around your two digits, the wet lips spread open as you fingerfuck her. She looks divine. Her legs are trembling, and she's so tense. You have to push in firmer to keep her stable.

"Only when he leaves me alone," she replies, breathlessly laughing.

"Only when he leaves you to think of me," you say with a grin as you curl your fingers inside her. Her hips buck, her body sways, and she lets out the softest whine. You press your thumb to her clit as your fingers rub inside of her. You feel her squeeze around them. She has to grab her leg, she can't keep it there on her own.

"Oh, god," she whines.

"Careful. Don't lose it now." She nods, her lip between her teeth, as her eyes screw shut. "You're nearly there," you say, in a soft tone as she writhes in front of you.

"So close," she whispers, hot and panting. Trembling and tense. You can feel it all; the way she tightens and flexes, her muscles clenching. It's a struggle for her to stay standing. She can't balance, even though her hand grips her leg and the other the railing, hard enough to make her knuckles turn white.

Her eyes fall closed. Her mouth hangs open slightly. Kazuha holds her breath.

She's cumming all over your fingers - a muted cry, muffled whines and whimpers, the tightening of her pussy and the spasming of her muscles, the tremor in her body and the gush of fluids which seeps from her. She's making a mess, though, from the waist up, you wouldn't know it. She's so elegant, even now, as she's being fingered in the dance studio with her husband outside. The only thing that betrays her calm appearance is her face, contorted and twisted with pleasure. She has her lip bitten, her brow creased and her jaw tense.

Finally, she relaxes, standing on two feet again as you pull your hand away and take a step back. She leans forward, forehead pressing against the cool, soothing glass. There's that same slight bend at the hips, that same arch in her back and the protrusion of her ass. Only this time, her cum seeps down her inner thigh.

You step against her again, your hands settling on her waist. She looks up at your reflection, smiling that satisfied, lazy grin.

"How's my balance? My composure?" she asks, amusement dancing in her tone.

"You're flawless."

"As are you," she compliments as you press a kiss to the back of her shoulder. "But..."

"But?" you repeat, lightly planting your hand against her butt, which she finds hilarious, as she laughs and shakes her head at you.

"But time's running out. It's only a one-hour session."

"Can't keep him waiting?" you tease. You already know that she doesn't care how long she leaves him waiting outside, but it is funny to watch her try to act like she does. She shrugs and gives a little non-committal sound. "We can still take our time, enjoy it." You kiss her neck. "There's still so much I want to see from you."

"What do you want to see?"

"You're a dancer. And dancing is all about the hips. You can move those things so beautifully."

She smirks and looks away, down at her own body, at her lower abdomen and the place where your hands are caressing her. She nods her head slowly as she bites her lip. "You wanna watch my ass shake, don't you?" She asks, still biting that bottom lip. She laughs as she watches you nod. She's right. So you nod, and she tells you: "Get on the floor then."

You don't even need a moment to process what she said to you. You get down, knees hitting the wooden boards. You sit back on your legs, and look up at her - she's standing in front of the mirrored wall. She looks over her shoulder. "Enjoying the view?" She asks, a teasing hint in her voice as she looks down at you. You look up, nodding and smirking.

"Immeasurably," you reply. You watch as her hips move, the muscles of her thighs flex, and the soft flesh of her backside shakes. She's hypnotic, her body swaying and her hips moving in slow circles. You reach up to grab her, hands on the back of her thighs as you watch the way she moves. She laughs at the way your fingers sink into the flesh. She's so warm under your palms.

"You can lie down if you'd like," she says as you watch the slow, rhythmic motion. "I'll put on a show." Your hands drop away, and you lower your back onto the floor. You watch as she looks at herself in the mirror and rolls her body. Each time, she sinks a little lower, bends at the knees, and her thighs flex. Her body rolls and she laughs, and you lie there and watch her move. Her hips shake, and her ass jiggles. "You won't need those pants."

It's a thinly-veiled instruction, and she knows it, but she still says it in the form of a statement, as if it isn't a command for you to undress. You pull them down and off, and then you toss the garment aside. As you do it, she steps over you. A barefoot on either side of your hips. She looks down, over her shoulder, and you barely see her smile. "I was wondering where that was," she says. Her tone is so casual, it's like you aren't naked on the floor in a studio, and her husband isn't waiting for her in the car park.

Kazuha lowers herself into a split, one foot on either side of you. Her legs are stretched out wide and her ass is right over your cock. You get to see her muscles flex, and you watch as she moves herself up and down, grinding herself against you. Your cock slips between her pussy lips and you feel her arousal soaking your length.

"I can feel you getting harder. You're enjoying the view, huh?" she asks as she leans forward. She puts a hand on the floor between your legs. You watch her, the arch of her back and the way her legs are spread wide. She grinds her cunt over the shaft of your cock and she lets out the softest, low moans.

"Never seen a body quite like yours, Zuha," you say as your hands run up her thighs and to her ass.

"That's why I'm doing these classes - keeping in shape, keeping myself limber," she replies as she pushes herself back up and then slides back down, her cunt grinding over your dick. You groan and watch as your cock throbs against her. She reaches under, to grab your cock, guiding it to her opening. "I like the look of you, too. You look good down there, like you belong beneath me."

Your hands are on her cheeks, thumbs rubbing her soft skin. She sinks, her cunt swallowing the first inch of your dick. It's a warm, slick sensation as she takes the tip inside. She's so tight. She stops. You're barely inside her, and she starts to bounce those hips. She's just taking the tip, in and out, shaking her ass over your cock. Flesh ripples as the tight heat squeezes around your tip. Your hands squeeze, your fingers sink in, and your thumbs pull her cheeks apart.

Her hips shake, and she takes you in a little further. It's just two or three inches, nothing more, but she rides that part of your cock like she wants nothing else. You watch as your tip disappears between her lips and reappears again as she rides your dick in slow, steady motions.

"God, I can't wait for you to fill me," she says in a breathy tone. You look up at her reflection in the mirror, watching the way her chest heaves with each deep breath and the slight flush to her face.

"Why wait?" you ask, and you watch as her head rolls back. She's grinning, and she laughs as she sinks herself down your full length. Her ass presses against your pelvis. Her body stills with your cock throbbing inside her.

"Oh, that feels so good," she groans, throwing her head further back. Her back arches more, and in the mirror, you can see the way she stretches her tight abs. That tight top rides up. It still caresses her little tits, but her belly is on show. You can even see her ribs when she's fully stretched.

She's running her hands up her body, fingers splaying on her stomach, and then she cups her chest. You watch in the reflection, seeing the way her body is contorted, and her cunt squeezes around you.

"You're stunning," you say, breathless and panting.

"You're so big," she replies as she runs her palms over her covered tits. Her thumbs trace over the top of the material. The tight fabric clings to her chest, but you want to see her without it.

She starts to ride. Her ass bounces over your hips, and you feel her pussy tighten with each movement. You can only admire the strength it must take to ride you in full splits, with her body contorted and her muscles stretched taut. But she does it, her body rolling in a smooth motion and her thighs tensing with each rise and fall of her ass.

Your hands are on her butt. Fingers sinking in, you guide her to a slower pace, and she moans as your dick slides inside her. She's watching in the mirror, seeing the way she takes all of you in. You watch it, too.

And then she does the most insane thing. She reaches back, leaning over you, and you take her hands to support her. As she arches further and further, stretching her core and her thighs - everything - you see it. Your cock bulges under her skin. The outline of your cock in her stomach as her skin pulls tight. She moans as she leans, arching her body and contorting it in the most insane of ways, and your eyes fix on her abdomen. You watch it as you start to thrust your cock inside her.

"Can you see that?" She asks. You nod, and she laughs as her eyes close and her head rolls. "That's so hot," she says, as her fingers flex in yours. She's squeezing tight. She's panting. She's stuck suspended over you, her body contorted in ways that would make most women - and men - very jealous.

You hold her like that and begin to thrust up into her. You feel her clench around you and you watch the outline of your dick in her stomach. Your eyes wander over her chest and the slight jiggle of her breasts beneath her top, and her legs outstretched. She's so flexible, and you take advantage of that. Your hands support hers as you fuck up into her.

"Oh god," she pants, her body writhing and twisting in your grasp. "I'm not going to last long," she warns you.

"I can feel that." It isn't hard to see that she's enjoying herself, but the physical reaction is just as apparent. You feel her tighten and squeeze, and you know it's only a matter of time.

You move a little faster, buck a little harder, and she can't stifle the strained moans anymore. She cries out, head back, moaning like a woman possessed, but she holds the pose and you hold her, as you feel her body shake and her cunt clench. She cums - cums hard. She gushes and her body quakes in your grasp, but she never falters, even though she is whining and whimpering in pleasure.

"Good, Zuha, so fucking good," you whisper to her, still moving your hips. She's panting and her eyes flutter as she tries to catch a breath and stay in the same position. "Look at yourself, taking all of my cock, even like that."

You keep bulging her stomach, the shape of your dick pushing outwards. You can feel yourself throbbing inside her, and you're close, so close, and you can feel the heat and pleasure pooling between your hips. You have to stop, or else you'll finish too. Her legs can't hold the split anymore, coming to a close on either side of your own body. You lower her gently against your chest. Her back to your front, your dick still throbbing inside her cunt.

She's panting and laughing and shaking. "You didn't finish." It's a question and a statement.

"No."

"I want you to."

"Not like this." You wrap your arms around her slender frame. Just lying there with her atop your chest feels wonderful, and with the added sensation of your dick inside her, it feels incredible.

"Tell me how," she says. Her head is resting on your shoulder, and she looks up at the ceiling. Her breathing is heavy, and her chest is still rising and falling rapidly.

"Against the wall. With your ankles over my shoulders." Her lips curl into a wide, amused smile.

"I think you just like my flexibility more than you like me," she jokes.

"Nah," you reply, as your hand runs up her body and to the tight material over her chest. You feel her nipples under the material, and as your fingertips run over the peaks of them, she shudders. Her cunt clenches in reaction to your touch and you let out a short laugh. "I like everything about you."

"Yeah?" she breathes the word out as you run your fingers over her hard nipple. You roll the peak under the material, pinching it between two fingers as she squirms against you.

"I'd list it all, but that would be quite the task, and your husband's waiting," you tell her. Your hand is sliding over the material of her top. You're feeling her tits under the fabric. You cup the small handful, and she's so soft in your palms. Your fingers squeeze her chest, feeling her warm flesh beneath your touch, even if the fabric is still covering her. You roll her nipple again and you feel her arch her back and her ass push down on your lap.

You pull up her top, enough to see the underside of her breasts, the slight curve of the lower part of each mound. It exposes her enough for you to slip your hand beneath the material and feel her naked breast in the palm of your hand. Her body trembles as your fingers rub over the stiff peak of her nipple.

"Come on," you whisper, and you slip out of her, and she pushes herself off you.

A few moments later, she's got her back to the wall. You're standing between her open legs and kissing her. Your tongues dance in each other's mouths, and she's pulling you in by your neck. Her hands are in your hair and your hands are on her body - her thighs, her ass.

"Gonna fuck me now?" She asks with her eyes closed and her head back against the mirrored wall.

"Gonna make a mess outta you, Zuha."

She laughs and looks down, watching as you lift her legs up, carrying her with the help of the wall and your arms under her knees. She's holding on to your neck. Her legs spread open. "Do your best," she says, before pulling you into a kiss. She has her fingers in your hair, and her thighs against your chest as you thrust into her. She lets out the softest gasp against your mouth.

It's the perfect angle, the perfect position. You can't get enough. You start to fuck into her in hard and fast thrusts of your cock, filling her tight cunt, and you can feel the pressure of her body against yours as her cunt clenches around you. She moans against your mouth. Her thighs shake.

You've got her pinned against the wall, pressed to the cool, smooth mirror, her thighs held in the crook of your arms, her calves dangling over your shoulders as you fuck her. You pull your mouth from hers and you watch the way her body moves, you push up her shirt to watch her cute little tits move with each hard, rough thrust. She looks up at you and smiles that lazy smile. She looks blissful, and content. Her eyes close, and her mouth opens. You watch as she lets out soft, breathy noises with each motion.

She has one hand on the mirror and one in your hair, her nails are scraping at the back of your scalp as you fuck her. Her thighs are tight, pressed against your chest and tensing. Her toes are curled. And her body, her slender, taut body, is moving in a smooth rhythm against the mirror.

It's mesmerising. She's folded in half, suspended in the air with the wall behind her and your body holding her up. You're pounding her into it, and she's letting out such filthy, sweet noises. At this point, she's a toy. A vessel to fuck. She looks beautiful. Her hair is loose and hanging down over her face. The colour is in her cheeks, the pink of arousal, and she's biting her lip.

She doesn't need any help, you know that. You're giving her what she wants. The way her cunt tightens around you tells you as much, and the sounds which fall from her lips are all the encouragement you need. "Harder," she tells you. You give her harder. She cries out in pleasure, head back, and eyes screwed closed. "Harder!" she repeats. So, again, you give her harder.

It's rough, but she can take it. Her body can take the pounding. Her pussy can take the fucking. She's cumming again, with her fingers clawing at the mirror and at your hair, with her legs tensed and her toes curled. You don't stop fucking her through the spasming and squeezing of her body. She writhes, her mouth open and moans tumbling forth from her throat, her eyes closing, and her cunt tightening.

"Please cum," she whimpers, as she trembles. You can see the tears of ecstasy in her eyes, and you know you've fucked her well and properly, but there's only one thing missing. "Fill me."

And you do, you slam your hips forward, burying yourself as far in as possible and you cum deep in her cunt, spurting inside of her, filling her. She's panting, smiling that wide grin. "Yes," is all she says, in a breathless moan, as your body shivers against hers and your seed spurts deep in her pussy. She's clenching her thighs, tensing them and squeezing her cunt around your cock.

You keep cumming until you can't anymore until the pleasure fades to oversensitivity. Her hands are stroking your neck, your chest. She's panting and her eyes are closed, and you just stay there, with your forehead resting against hers. You breathe in the scent of sweat, of her, and the smell of sex in the air. It's an incredible aroma, all of it. And she's an incredible woman.

"I have to get in that car, full of your cum," she laughs, as she kisses your mouth, her hands cupping your face.

"That's so dirty. So wrong." You laugh as you speak, and you feel her smile.

"So dirty, and so good."

You slowly let her legs down. She holds you for support. Kazuha slips her top back over her chest and you pull out of her, letting your dick slip from her warm, wet pussy. Her thighs tremble, and she has to steady herself.

"I should clean up, I might leak your cum on his leather seats," she laughs loudly. She's so full of life and joy, it's wonderful. "And that's a bit too much, even for me."

"One day he's going to walk in here, you know that?"

She nods. Her smile doesn't falter. "Probably. And when he does, he can see what I look like when I'm not faking it."

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Forced Mate - Alpha Zenin Naoya x Omega Male reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Plot: Naoya had the privilege to choose his Omega - your relationship with the heir after an arranged mating and marriage has many ups and downs

Featuring: Top!Alpha!Naoya x Bottom!Omega!Reader

Note: Not watched JJK, probably OOC!!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

As expected by anyone who knew him, Naoya of course presented as an Alpha; and as the golden child of the clan, his father set out to find him the perfect mate as soon as possible. Naturally, this proved easier said than done. Naoya had been an egotistical narcissist since he was barely walking, he demanded that his opinions and choices be taken into account on the hunt for his mate, and hell did he have many opinions...

'A woman who doesn't know how to walk three paces behind her husband should be stabbed in the back'

Zenin Naoya was a known sexist. Once he had presented as an Alpha, many thoughts ran through Naoya's head; 'this was expected' - 'of course I'm an Alpha' - 'been stronger than these betas since I was a kid'. But also, after many self-indulgent and boastful thoughts, Naoya also thought 'Thank fuck I don't have to knock up some bitch'. The youngest heir of the Zenin clan was a fucking misogynist, getting a man pregnant seemed like a much sweeter deal than having to deal with a woman as his mate.

So, whilst his father was busy organising match-making meetings and courting hours for his son, Naoya was busy rejecting every single Omega brought to him; because of course, they were all female. The Zenin clan were still traditionalists, if Naoya was to mate with an Omega, that Omega was to at least be a woman. But as you'd expect, Naoya couldn't give less of a fuck about what the clan wanted. He only cared about himself. So once his father eventually gave in and began matchmaking the blonde with male Omegas, Naoya had made his choice. You. And what an honour you would find out this was (or rather quite the opposite). You had caught the Alpha's eye almost immediately after walking into the room. You had aristocratic blood, had undergone etiquette and submission training, you were healthy, and you had so many more 'appealing' qualities for an Omega; but Naoya cared for none of that. The brooding Alpha made most of his decisions on instinct and feeling alone, and it helped that you were quite the head-turner in the looks department. So the decision was made rather quickly. You were to be mated and married to the Zenin clan heir.

You thought you knew what you were in for. Being born into a powerful clan but presenting as an Omega meant one thing; you were a bartering piece, something to marry off in order to establish political relationships. Ever since you presented as an Omega, you had undergone many types of training to become the ideal mate, and you thought that you knew what to expect when it came to how an Alpha would treat you; badly. But boy did you underestimate just how bad it could get. After all of the contractual and political work was out of the way for your arranged marriage, you were immediately moved into the Zenin residence. You had your own room; small but not as crummy as those of the servants. Whilst Naoya viewed you as above all women, he still viewed you as less than any man due to your secondary gender, meaning that he wouldn't share his chambers with you, he wouldn't acknowledge you romantically; you may as well be his live-in prostitute... The night of your moving-in, the two of you were expected to mate; as in, you were expected to submit to Naoya and allow the Alpha to mark you. It was a hard night for you, the hardest by far. Naoya was an impatient man, a selfish man who cared only for his own pleasure, and even worse for you, a sadist by all means. You were in immense amounts of pain that night, the Alpha forcing his way inside of you and drilling into you the whole night; your screams and whines of pain egging him on, turning him on. Your body was covered in bite marks and hickeys, your nape permanently marked by Naoya; your now mate forever, your Alpha.

It did get better though. With time, Naoya began to tolerate you. Most of your interactions did of course still take place in his chambers; you would visit your Alpha's bedroom almost every single night at his request, leaving in the early hours of the morning back to your chambers. Naoya acknowledged you now though: a chuckled scoff when passing you in the gardens, allowing you at his dinner table, calling for you when he was bored. Of course, Naoya never spoke your name, he often had to be reminded of it by his advisors, he would instead call you 'Omega'; but weirdly, that was enough for you. You also couldn't complain about the sex! He may be a maniac, but Naoya sure does know his way around your body. The Alpha knows how to rut into you in ways that make you writhe and scream in pleasure, he knows how much pain you can take to where you aren't in agony, but you do cry out his name and shed a few tears; he knows you, and that's a lot coming from such a self-absorbed man. Naoya loves it when workers walk in on the two of you fucking; he acknowledges whoever walked in, but he doesn't stop whatever it is he's doing to you. Whether it be his fingers curling into your slicked hole, his tongue forcing your tight walls apart, his hand forcing your head up and down his length, or his dick visibly thrusting in and out of you, Naoya never lets an unexpected audience prevent his pleasure.

The Alpha would never admit it, too proud and narcissistic, but there are things he likes about you. Hell, Naoya fucking loves certain things about you. The blonde goes absolutely feral for your scent, demanding that you scent his room bi-weekly to "comfort his inner Alpha". Naoya will hold you closer while he fucks you, just to get more of your intoxicating, sweet scent. He'll even use your scent as an excuse to have you sleep in his bed; claiming that a mate's scent helps an Alpha sleep. That's another thing he's come to like - sharing his space with you, more specifically his bed. Naoya has become unable to sleep in an empty bed. He'd never admit to missing your weight beside him, to missing the scent of your hair as you curl into his muscular body; but Naoya knew deep down that he loved having you around. But again, the Alpha refused to vocalise his liking of you; you just had to assume from his actions that your Alpha didn't seem to mind you as much as he used to.

Naoya's ruts are another key part of your relationship with the Alpha. Knowing how he is when in his right mind, you can imagine how Naoya behaves during a rut. The man is a fucking menace. Your body usually goes limp from suffering multiple orgasms without breaks in between. Hickeys and deep bites always end up littering your body. Naoya's body glistens with a sheen of sweat as his muscles flex and tense after what must be ten orgasms in one night; the endurance and stamina of Alphas is a medical phenomenon. Naoya loves to be as close as physically possible to you when in rut, pushing his body down onto yours as he drills his thick, long cock in and out of your warm, tight hole. You switch positions many, many times in one night during one of Naoya's ruts; a favourite of his seemingly being speedbump, but with his muscular arm around your neck, your cheeks squished by his bulging bicep as the Alpha pounds you into the bed with a ridiculous amount of force. Usually, Naoya is talkative when messing around with you, loving the sounds you make and your squirms at his dirty talk, but a rut fully takes it out of him; all of the man's energy going to fucking, with none to spare for any words other than 'Omega' and 'mine'. That's another thing about his ruts, Naoya becomes extraordinarily possessive during them! During pre-rut, Naoya will have anyone who dares speak to you locked away for a week! The blonde has to always have some form of physical contact with you during his pre-ruts and becomes much less of a cunt; showing a more endearing side of himself when he demands to cuddle you and be around you constantly. During Naoya's full ruts, he never allows you to leave his side. The man could be dead asleep and if you get up to clean up or grab some water, he wakes up within seconds and grips your wrist as tight as he can, looking up into your eyes with his own, dark, brooding ones.

Your heats are a completely different story. Naoya is his usual self times ten! Such a fucking sadistic tease. He refuses to touch you where you want him to, going as slow as possible, and making your big, pretty eyes pink up with tears. You end up begging, pleading, crying mess before his dick gets anywhere near your ass! Your Alpha's fingers do most of the work for your first couple of orgasms, his mouth moving from your nape, to your scent gland for a hit of your hypnotic, sweet smell. Until you're screaming out incoherent pleas and 'Alpha' s, Naoya doesn't allow you the pleasure of fucking you to heaven and back; but damn, when you finally cave in and beg like a pathetic bitch (his own words), your world shatters. During your average heat, Naoya will make sure that you're writhing in pleasure beneath him as he roughs you up; the Alpha's eyes locked onto your immensely pleasured form, watching and admiring how physically and mentally overwhelmed you seem with pleasure, pleasure that only Naoya can provide for you. Kisses are a lot more common when you're in heat. Naoya knows that you are too dazed from the hormones running rampant throughout your body and brain to remember almost anything from your heat; so he lets some affection show here and there. His kisses are tender. So soft and even to an extent loving. The blonde fucking loves to interrupt your moans and desperate panting with a kiss, turning the moment of primal desire into a romantic one; the juxtaposition kinda turns him on, and it most definitely helps you with your heat! Naoya's kisses go right to your brain (dick), your inner Omega screaming in pleasure at the sign of affection; subconsciously understanding the kiss as 'my Alpha loves me', 'my Alpha cares'. And even though he would never admit it, Naoya did care about you.

Many months go by after your first night with your Alpha. A weird, but comfortable relationship blooming between you and Naoya. But this was an arranged marriage, the key word being marriage. So of course, Naoya's father pushed the two of you to get married as soon as possible. And the demands kept coming from the Zenin clan... House work. Resigning from your career. Submission. Children.

The Zenin clan needed an Heir; one that would take over even after Naoya. And you were expected to provide that. On the one hand, as an Omega, you did naturally crave having children in your life; caring for pups came naturally to you. But holy shit was it insulting. To be told to your face that you were good for nothing other than producing offspring; really knocked you down a few pegs. So much so that Naoya even noticed; he didn't like it. He liked that you usually had some fight in you; normally, you would clap back at him when he was being a cunt, and you would knock him down a few pegs. But after his father basically called you a breeding cow, you stopped being... interesting.

It got to the point that you were barely even talking to Naoya; simply presenting to him whenever he wanted to fuck. That pissed him off. Usually, you'd at least call him a name or insult him! What snapped you out of this little lull was Naoya himself; told you he secretly cared. A harsh slap to your face and your cheeks squished between the Alpha's masculine, strong hand, and you were sorted! Well, it was a little more than that... Naoya gave you a good talk too, tellin' you that you were more than just an incubator for his heirs, you were his after all; verbatim "Nothing that's mine is so boring and surface-level". So you sucked it up. All the opinions of the rest of the clan didn't matter anymore; you simply didn't care. Sure, you would produce an heir, you would produce many. But what a kick in the balls to all of the traditionalist cunts in the Zenin clan it would be if you raised your pups to be the exact opposite of what they wanted. And when you promised that to Naoya, his grin couldn't have stretched any wider.

I feel like this was really shit. Sorry. But I did really wanna get more omegaverse out cause I love it so so much! And Naoya is fucking hot.

[count-on-mi]

Waterbomb (Nayeon)

Sky feels like a smoldering furnace of raw desire. The air is thick with sweat, heat, and the heady scent of lust, as the Waterbomb Music Festival pulses with roaring crowds, glowing sticks, and a chaotic sea of cheers. I’m standing in the VIP backstage lounge. Nayeon, who’s about to hit the stage for her solo promo. I’ve already cooked up a twisted, filthy game to push her to the edge of ecstasy.

The lounge reeks of their signature perfumes, mixed with the salty tang of sweat from their recent rehearsal, carrying a faint, intoxicating whiff of feminine allure. I pull a small, potent aphrodisiac pill from my pocket—custom-made for them, designed to set every nerve on fire and leave their pussies dripping like a flood. I grip Nayeon’s chin, forcing her to part those luscious red lips, revealing her pearly teeth and soft pink tongue, then shove the pill into her mouth. “Swallow it, Nayeon, you dirty little slut,” I growl. “Tonight, I want you writhing on that stage, letting the whole world see how I’ve fucked you senseless.” Her eyes flicker with a mix of shame and submission as her throat bobs, the pill sliding down. The drug hits fast—her cheeks flush a deep pink, her breathing quickens, and her chest heaves, the swimsuit straining over her trembling breasts, nipples hardening into tight little peaks beneath the fabric.

She’s wearing a sleek, high-neck one-piece swimsuit, deep blue and hugging her curves like a second skin. The neckline climbs to her collarbone, hiding her cleavage, but the fabric clings just enough to outline her full, round tits without revealing too much. It’s thin and tight, moving with her every step, adding a forbidden edge to her look. Before she heads out, I undo my belt slowly, fingers brushing the zipper, and before I can even pull it down, Nayeon drops to her knees like she’s been compelled by some primal urge. Her eyes burn with obedience and hunger, her lips parting to release a warm, sweet breath laced with that feminine scent. Without a word, her trembling hands yank down my boxers, and my cock springs free—rock-hard, like a heated steel rod, a few glistening drops of precum catching the light in a lewd shine. She moans, “Mmm… Master… so hard…” and takes the tip into her mouth, her tongue darting skillfully around the ridge, her warm mouth enveloping me in waves of tingling pleasure.

I lean down close, murmuring, “Nice one, Nayeon. You’re already serving Daddy’s cock—lick harder, let me hear that throat work.” Her head bobs slowly, lips sealed tight around me, a wet “gluck gluck” gurgling from her throat as saliva drips down my shaft, pooling on my balls with a sticky heat that makes me growl. One hand grips my base, thumb pressing into the throbbing vein, while the other massages my sack, her nails grazing the sensitive skin just enough to send a shiver through me. She looks up, eyes glazed with lust, spit dangling from her chin, and moans, “Mmm… ahh… Daddy… your cock’s so hot… I want to drain it dry…” Her tongue swirls around the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a wet “slurp” that tightens her throat around me like a snug little pussy. I grab her hair, guiding the rhythm, thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. She chokes out a muffled moan, tears and drool streaking her face, adding to the filthy beauty of it all. Her lips stretch wide, saliva spilling over her chin, soaking the edge of her swimsuit, her tits quivering beneath, nipples poking through the fabric like eager beacons. I order, “Open wider, Nayeon, take all my cum down your throat—don’t waste a drop!” With a final grunt, I erupt, hot streams flooding her mouth. She swallows hard, some spilling past her lips, dripping down her neck and staining her suit, the musky scent of my release filling the air. She licks up the remnants, panting, her gaze now dripping with submission and need.

I don’t give her a moment to catch her breath. From another pocket, I pull out a pink vibrator, smooth with tiny nubs designed to tease her most sensitive spots. I set it to low, the soft buzz humming to life, then tug down her denim shorts, revealing her damp panties. Her pussy’s outline shows through the thin fabric, lips swollen and glistening, a faint musky aroma wafting up like a siren’s call. I slide the toy into her panties, nestling it against her clit and between her folds, pressing until it’s snug in her slit. The vibration hums against her, and she jolts, letting out a stifled moan, “Mmm… Master… it’s… ahh… too much…” Her thighs clench instinctively, trying to dull the electric jolts, but the aphrodisiac has her pussy pulsing, juices trickling down her inner thighs, soaking her panties, the wet patch spreading with a potent sex scent.

I smirk, leaning to whisper in her ear, my tongue flicking her lobe with hot, wicked intent. “Hold it in, my filthy Nayeon. On that stage, I want the world to see you lose it to me.” I crank the remote to medium, and the toy’s buzz intensifies. Her legs buckle, nearly dropping her to the floor, her face flushing crimson, tits shaking under the suit, nipples jutting out harder. She bites her lip, struggling to stand, nodding with eyes full of surrender and desire, completely under my control. A staff member knocks, urging her on, and she stumbles toward the stage while I follow to the VIP area, remote in hand, ready to ramp up the torment and savor her debauched performance.

The stage lights wrap around Nayeon like lustful tendrils, her high-neck swimsuit clinging tighter as water cascades over her, tracing her curves. The deep blue fabric outlines her perfect shape, breasts rising without showing cleavage, adding a mysterious allure. The water drenches her, turning the suit semi-transparent, her nipples and the faint pink of her areolas peeking through under the harsh lights. Her shorts barely cover her plump ass, rips exposing the tender flesh of her upper thighs, the wet panty line clinging to her cheeks, hinting at the crease below and a shadow of pubic hair. Her juices and sweat mix, streaming down her legs, soaking the shorts, some dripping onto the stage with a lewd shimmer.

But her performance isn’t smooth. The aphrodisiac sets her body ablaze with uncontrollable need, her pussy feeling licked by invisible flames, each vibrator pulse striking her clit and deep inside like a live wire, nearly toppling her. She starts with steady dance moves, hips swaying, ass rolling, but when I switch the remote to medium, her legs tremble, juices leaking uncontrollably, staining her shorts with a dark patch. She bites her lip to stifle moans, face red, eyes hazy, like she’s drowning in pleasure. I’m not done—I toy with the settings, flipping between low, high, and medium, tormenting her sweet spots. When it spikes, she freezes, tits quaking, almost collapsing, whimpering, “Mmm… ahh… Master… help me…” The crowd thinks it’s part of the act, cheering louder, but I know she’s teetering on the edge, her pussy clenching, juices pooling on the stage, reeking of raw sex. I crank it to max—her legs give out, she nearly falls, clinging to the beat, a moan slipping out, “Daddy… I… ahh… can’t take it…” Her red hair tangles with sweat and water, tongue licking her lips, eyes begging me yet dripping with seduction. As she nears climax, her pussy spasms hard, a gush of fluid soaking her thighs, legs shaking uncontrollably—then I kill the vibe. She freezes, a flash of frustration and unfulfilled lust crossing her face, her hole still twitching, juices dribbling down as she bites her lip, pleading with her eyes for more.

After the show, the lights dim, and Nayeon staggers offstage, legs wobbling like jelly, her panties and shorts drenched, inner thighs slick with sticky fluid, droplets of cum hanging from the shorts’ edge, splashing the floor with each step. She bolts into the lounge, locks the door, and pounces on me like a horny beast, shoving me onto the couch. Her body presses against mine, tits mashed to my chest, hard nipples scraping through the suit, sending shocks through me. She gasps, voice hoarse and lewd, “Daddy… mmm… ahh… I can’t stand it… ha… the drug… the toy… it’s killing me… mmm… please… ahh… fuck my slutty hole with your big cock… ha… Master… give me your cum… ahh… I want to cum over and over…”

I seize her waist, pulling her close with a wicked grin. “Looks like my little slut’s desperate. Get on all fours—I’m going to break that pussy completely!” Her hands tear at my shirt, buttons popping, fingers raking my chest with hot trails before diving to my waist, ripping open my belt and yanking down my jeans and boxers. My cock’s steel-hard, precum oozing, the thick vein pulsing, tip purple and radiating heat. Her eyes gleam like a cat’s, moaning, “Mmm… ahh… so big… ha… so hard… mmm… Master… I want to lick your cock raw… ahh… let me taste your manly flavor…” She kneels, hands wrapping my base, thumb rubbing the slit, making me growl as precum drips onto her palm. She licks it off, purring, “Mmm… so salty… so thick…”

I loom over her, commanding, “Stop staring, Nayeon—open that mouth and treat my cock like your dinner!” She lowers her head, lips sliding over the tip, tongue flicking the ridge, her warm mouth engulfing me with tingling waves. Her head moves up and down, a wet “gluck gluck” from her throat as spit runs down my shaft, dripping on my balls, the sticky heat making me shudder. One hand kneads my sack, nails grazing, the other strokes my base, thumb pressing the vein, speeding up as she moans, “Mmm… ha… Master… your cock’s so hot… I want to please you… ahh…” Her tongue circles the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a “slurp” that tightens her throat around me like a pussy. Her lips stretch, saliva spilling down her chin, soaking her suit’s edge, tits jiggling, nipples straining the fabric. I grip her hair, growling, “Suck harder, Nayeon—make me feel your throat worshipping me!” She goes wild, tongue swirling the tip, throat sucking with force that nearly undoes me, spit dripping to soak my pants, the air thick with sex.

Her hands get bolder—one kneads my balls, the other digs nails into my ass, mixing pain with pleasure. She looks up, eyes lost, lips red and stretched, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… your cock’s so hard… ahh… I want to swallow it…” She takes me deep, throat clenching tight, a wet “slosh slosh” as her tongue laps my base, teasing my balls, then back to the tip, hitting every sensitive spot. I roar, “Perfect, Nayeon—keep deep-throating, I’m going to flood your stomach!” With a final grunt, I cum, hot jets pouring into her throat. She swallows, some leaking out, dripping down her neck, staining her suit, the musky scent overwhelming. She licks up the rest, panting, eyes burning with submission.

She pulls off, cum dangling from her lips, licking them clean, gasping, “Mmm… ha… not done… ahh… Daddy… fuck me… mmm… ram that big cock into my slutty hole… make me cum till I die…” I stand, grabbing her arm with a devilish smirk. “Then Daddy’s turning your pussy into my personal fuck-pit—get ready to scream!” I tug her shorts and panties to her thighs, exposing her soaked cunt—lips swollen, juices running down her legs, pattering the floor. Her clit’s puffed like a grape, glistening, her hole gaping slightly, pink flesh peeking out, reeking of ripe sex. She moans, “Mmm… ha… so wet… ahh… Master… please… mmm… wreck me… ha… fill my slutty hole… make me squirt…” She straddles me, hands on my shoulders, knees on the couch, ass lifted, easing onto my cock with a cry, “Ahh… mmm… so big… ha… it’s in… ahh… hitting my womb… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me to death…”

I growl, “Clamp that pussy, Nayeon—let me feel your walls sucking my cock!” Her insides grip me like a tight fist, hot as a furnace, folds wrapping my head like tiny mouths, each thrust shaking her depths, juices dripping down my base to the couch with a wet “squish.” Her walls are slick and scorching, ridges rubbing my shaft, her womb’s entrance sucking the tip, sending jolts of pleasure. She starts riding, each drop taking me fully, ass slapping my thighs with “smack smack” sounds, her moans mixing in, “Mmm… ahh… so deep… ha… Master… fuck me… mmm… ahh… so good… ha… your cock’s amazing…” Her hips roll like waves, swaying front to back, circling, each tilt grinding her depths against me, fluids spilling from our join, soaking the couch, the air heavy with sex. Her pussy clenches like a hungry mouth, folds massaging me, juices trickling down, hitting my legs with a strong musk.

I slide a hand over her swimsuit, saying, “Your tits are begging for it, Nayeon—I’m going to ruin them!” Though the cleavage’s hidden, I feel them quake under the fabric, grabbing the swell, squeezing hard, thumb rubbing her nipple till it juts out. She screams, “Ahh… mmm… hurts… ha… so good… ahh… Daddy… crush my nipples… mmm… ahh… Master… harder…” My other hand smacks her ass, leaving a red print, the flesh jiggling as she wails louder, “Mmm… ahh… harder… ha… Master… fuck me… ahh… so deep… mmm… ha… spank me again… ahh… make my ass red…” Her walls clamp, nearly making me burst, fluids gushing out, dripping with a lewd sound, her scent thick like she’s lost control. Her ass trembles under my thrusts, the shorts’ edge chafing her thighs, adding a taboo thrill. I slip fingers under her suit, pinching her nipple, twisting till it reddens, saying, “Your nips are rock-hard, Nayeon—Daddy’s turning them into toys!” She shrieks, writhing, her pussy tightening to swallow me whole.

She leans down, lips on mine, tongue invading as she moans into the kiss, “Mmm… ha… ahh… so good… mmm… Master… kiss me… ha… fuck my mouth with your tongue…” I reply, “Open wide, Nayeon—let my tongue drive you wild!” Her tongue dances in my mouth, sucking my tip, spit drooling down her chin, soaking her suit, the slick feel fueling my fire. Her tits press my chest, nipples like stones, sending shocks. She rides faster, breasts bouncing wildly, cries endless, “Ahh… mmm… so fast… ha… Daddy… you’re killing me… ahh… mmm… hitting my womb… ha… Master… deeper…” Her walls convulse, folds grinding me, her womb sucking hard, pleasure overwhelming. She climaxes with a scream, “Ahh… mmm… I’m cumming… ha… ahh… so good… mmm… my pussy’s splitting… ahh… Daddy… cum inside…” I roar, “Take it, Nayeon—Daddy’s filling your womb!” Her walls milk me dry as I shoot, hot floods pouring in, her moan, “Mmm… ha… so hot… ahh… so full… mmm… Master… in my womb… ha… fill me…” Cum and juices spill out, dripping down my balls, the sticky mess on my thighs reeking of sex.

She’s insatiable, kneeling on the couch, ass high, hands on the backrest, glancing back with sultry eyes, panting, “Mmm… ha… again… ahh… Master… fuck me from behind… mmm… ram me hard… make me scream…” I stand, slapping her cheek, saying, “Alright, Nayeon, Daddy’s pounding you into a puddle from the back—brace yourself!” I eye her gaping hole, lips raw, clit swollen, cum leaking, the entrance still pulsing for me. I shift her shorts further, exposing her ass and pussy, leaving the suit and shorts around her thighs, and thrust in deep. She shrieks, “Ahh… mmm… so deep… ha… it’s in… ahh… hitting my womb… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me to death…” Her legs quake, juices streaming down, pattering the couch, the musk hitting hard like proof of her total ruin.

We’ve been at it since dusk, the lounge now a haze of her moans and the slap of flesh, lights fading from warm dusk to murky night. I grip her waist, pounding relentlessly, each thrust bottoming out, her ass quivering with “smack smack” echoes, the flesh blooming red under my hands. I say, “Wiggle that ass, Nayeon—make it better for me!” Her cries flow, “Mmm… ahh… so thick… ha… hitting my womb… ahh… harder… mmm… Master… fuck me… ha… ahh… so deep… mmm…” Her walls are tight, burning, my earlier load squelching with each pump, her broken moans, “Ahh… mmm… so good… ha… deeper… ahh… Daddy… wreck my pussy… mmm… ha… ahh…” I smack her ass again, a red handprint forming, flesh jiggling as I growl, “Louder, Nayeon—let those screams shake the walls!” She turns, eyes dazed, lips bitten red, gasping, “Mmm… ahh… Master… fuck me… ha… harder… ahh… I need… mmm… destroy me… ahh… so deep… ha… Daddy… more…”

Her words ignite me further. I yank her hair back, arching her spine, tits flailing under the suit like ripe fruit. I reach around, squeezing the swell, pinching her nipple hard, feeling it stiffen through the fabric as she wails, “Ahh… mmm… hurts… ha… so good… ahh… Daddy… crush my tits… mmm… Master… fuck me… ha… ahh… amazing… mmm…” I say, “Your tits are bouncing like crazy, Nayeon—I’m squeezing till they beg!” Her walls clench, sucking me in. I speed up, each thrust shoving her forward, ass reddening, her screams peaking, “Ahh… mmm… cumming… ha… Master… you’re killing me… ahh… so good… mmm… cumming… ahh… ha… ahh… Daddy… cum in me…” Her voice cracks between sobs and pleas, walls gripping me tight. I shoot again, flooding her womb, her climaxing shriek, “Ahh… mmm… you came… ha… so hot… ahh… so full… mmm… Master… cumming… ahh… ha… ahh… Daddy… fill me…” Her pussy drains me dry, cum and juices gushing out, splattering my thighs, the couch a mess of sex.

She’s still hungry, turning to face me, bottom bare but suit and shorts tangled at her thighs, body marked with my scratches and bruises, tits bearing my fingerprints, thighs coated in cum and fluids, her pussy swollen and leaking, drops hitting the couch with wet plops. She licks her lips, moaning, “Mmm… ha… not done yet… ahh… Master… mmm… I want more… ha… again… ahh… Daddy… fuck me one more time…” I grin, “You greedy little slut, Nayeon—Daddy’s fucking you till your legs give out tonight!” Her voice is a spell I can’t resist, my cock hardening again, tip slick with her juices and my cum, the sticky feel keeping me on edge.

She pushes me down, straddling me for another round, her hole red and puffy but still tight, burning hot, walls enveloping me as she rides, tits bouncing wildly under the suit, moans nonstop, “Ahh… mmm… so hard… ha… Daddy… fuck me… ahh… I need… mmm… cumming… ahh… ha… Master… deeper…” I say, “Roll those hips, Nayeon—let me go deeper!” Her waist undulates like a snake, each drop slamming me to her womb, “smack smack” ringing out, juices flooding the couch. Her walls are a searing cave, folds grinding me, pleasure surging. Her pussy sucks like a mouth, folds massaging, fluids dripping down, hitting my legs with a strong musk. She leans in, tits on my chest, nipples like rocks, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so deep… ahh… you’re breaking me…” I retort, “Break then, Nayeon—your pussy’s my private fuck-hole, keep going!” I grab her tits, twisting the nipples, her scream, “Ahh… mmm… crush my tits… ha… so good… ahh… Master… harder…” Her walls clamp, I cum again, flooding her womb, her cry, “Ahh… cumming… ha… so hot… mmm… Daddy… fill me… ahh… Master… make me squirt…” A gush soaks me and the couch, the air thick with sex.

We plunge deeper into endless fucking, Nayeon’s pussy a ravenous beast, clenching my cock, the wet slaps and squelches echoing. She rides me through climax after climax, tits flopping, nipples like stones, dripping sweat and cum. Her walls are a blazing tunnel, folds ravaging my shaft, womb sucking the tip, pleasure unmatched. She moans, “Mmm… ha… Master… I love your cock… ahh… Daddy… more… make me your slave…” I say, “You’re already my slave, Nayeon—I’m fucking you till you beg!” I slap her ass, leaving red marks, pinching her nipples, her scream and squirt drenching me, fluids pooling, the musk overwhelming.

She collapses on me, gasping, eyes glazed, licking my ear, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… more… ahh… Master… fuck me forever…” I murmur, “Hold on, Nayeon—my mansion’s got worse in store, get up!” I flip her onto the couch, lifting her legs, shifting her shorts, ramming into her pussy. She shrieks, “Ahh… mmm… so deep… ha… Master… wreck me…” I pound hard, hitting her womb, the “slosh slosh” of cum and juices loud, her orgasms chaining, tits quaking, nipples red from my grip. She moans, “Mmm… ahh… Daddy… I’m cumming… ha… Master… cum again…” I growl, “Another load, Nayeon—your womb’s taking all my seed!” I erupt, filling her, overflow spilling out, soaking the couch.

We decide to head to my mansion for more. The sex stretches from dusk to night, the lounge a fog of lust, her moans and my grunts a dirty symphony. As we dress, her suit and shorts cling with sweat and fluids, her eyes longing. We reach my sleek car parked backstage—I slide into the driver’s seat, start the engine, and Nayeon kneels beside me, lips wrapping my cock again. I grip the wheel, focusing on the road, saying, “Nice, Nayeon—suck while I drive, don’t make me crash into a pole, got it?” The dim interior lights her face, eyes locked on my shaft, tongue teasing the tip with a “slurp,” her warm mouth sending shivers.

I navigate the night streets, skyscrapers reflecting off the glass, contrasting the car’s lewd vibe. I say, “Put some effort in, Nayeon—stick that tongue in, serve my cock right!” Her head bobs, lips tight, a “gluck gluck” from her throat as spit drips down my base, pooling on the seat, the scent thick. One hand grips me, thumb on the vein, the other massages my balls, nails grazing, making me growl. I add, “Don’t stop, Nayeon—make your mouth as tight as your pussy!” She looks up, eyes hazy, spit on her chin, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so hard… ahh… I’ll suck you to the mansion…” Her tongue circles the head, dipping into the slit, sucking with a “slurp,” throat clenching like a pussy.

I steer around traffic, growling, “Faster, Nayeon—let me feel your throat take me!” Her skills sharpen, tongue swirling, throat sucking with force that tests my focus. The car fills with her moans and wet sounds, the air heavy with sex. She speeds up, head pumping, cock sliding in and out with “pat pat” taps, spit dripping to soak my pants. Her hands get daring—one kneads my balls, the other claws my ass, mixing pain and pleasure. I say, “Great job, Nayeon—keep going, I’m cumming down your throat!” She looks up, lips red and stretched, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Daddy… so hard… ahh… I’ll swallow…” She takes me deep, throat tight, a “slosh slosh” as her tongue laps my base, teasing my balls, then back to the tip.

I drive, gripping her hair, “Swallow it, Nayeon—let my cum flood your throat!” I thrust deep, she chokes, tears streaming, sucking harder. The car rolls steady, my focus split between road and pleasure, saying, “Your mouth’s a vacuum, Nayeon—tighter than your cunt!” I cum hard, jets pouring into her, she swallows, some leaking, dripping onto her suit, nipples glistening under the light. I order, “Lick it clean, Nayeon—not a drop left!” She obeys, panting, eyes submissive, moaning, “Mmm… ha… Master… so hot… ahh… I want more…” The car slowly heads to the mansion, we both know it's going to be another sleepless night.

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Sleeping Pills

After Eunbi came back from Waterbomb. Due to the tiredness, she started to throw everything onto the sofa in her room, including her clothes and went to the bed to relax. Now, Eunbi was feeling so comfy after her back hit the sheets. She brought a blanket to cover herself and try to sleep.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t fall asleep because she was too tired. She looked at the clock beside her. It had been 20 minutes since she tried. After that, she realized that she had forgotten to do some of her activities. Eunbi grabbed her phone and opened her performance last evening.

Eunbi started fingering herself while watching the video, looking at the dancers behind her, remembering all the audience’s eyes on her as she danced. She knows that she’s hot. She knows that the eyes of the audience at the moment are full of desire, and she prays for that desire to be the same. Eunbi imagines herself with the boys around her, and they start to do the same thing, caressing her. The image of her imagination might not be as wild as you thought, but it’s enough to make her feel relieved.

Eunbi moaned with her eyes closed. Her moans and the sound of vaginal fluid when she was fingering echoed throughout the room without any concern for whether it was heard in the room next to her. Eunbi started using her fingers faster as she neared to climax, also imagining what would happen if she let the dancers do something more with her on stage, will the people down there get more jealousy?

Eunbi also massaged her own big saggy tits that nearly popped out of the loosely bra on stage. She might panic if it blobbed while doing her sideways choreography. But now, she might have let it happen and said it was an accident.

‘Ummm… Ahhh…. Fuck. Fuck me. Ahhhh… Destroy my pussy and tits. Pull my necklace hard and choke me. Ahhh… Fuck….’

She tried to create the sex scene in her head. At a random place, a random man in the festival put the dick inside her and try to fuck her, by pulling down her short jeans and white bikini panties, showing her wet pinky juicy vagina. Eunbi accepted it willingly and let him do what he wanted to meet the needs of both. She wants someone who fucks hard and also touch every parts on her body, banging in the Doggystyle and Missionary position, and sliding deeper until it hit the wall.

Then, Eunbi just cummed everywhere on her sheets, the water was around below her, the squirt just went down on the flow. Eunbi let out a big sigh after she spurted.

Eunbi trying to sleep again. But in her head, she still has those images that she tried to imagine. The image still struck in her mind. After that, she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to bring the 7-inches dildo. Eunbi picked it up with the lubes and went back to her bed.

She thought again about the last evening. There was one man around there that's so handsome for her. He is definitely her type. Eunbi wants to suck and fuck him at the moment. Eunbi imagined the guy in front of her taking off his pants and letting her suck his dick. She take the position directly

Eunbi started to sucked on the dildo to create the saliva as a lube. Her sucking skill is so good, it might make a strong man’s legs shake. The tongue roaming around the toy, her deepthroat was reaching the entire length. Her sucking pace was fast which can make people cum in the blink of an eye. As time passed, she got sloppier, her dildo was covered in saliva. She could have thrown away her lubes.

The saliva stains were on the sheets, same as the squirt from the first time. After that, she changed the position, putting the dildo under her folds, poked and teased a little bit before putting the entire length inside her.

She screamed out a big groan. Again, she didn’t care about the neighbors anymore. Eunbi, sitting and pushing the whole dildo inside her, felt a little nauseated but still could continue. She slowly moved up. She felt a thrill and shivering entire body. After she adjusted to it, she started to go harder, moving all the way up and down but trying not to let it slip out. She feels like she is riding an imaginary man’s dick.

‘Oh.. Fuck, daddy. My body is yours. I give my whole body to this dick. I can fuck this dick for my entire life. F-Fuck… AHHH… Just make me cum. Just make me cum again. Make me cum over this dick, daddy. Oh my god.. F-FUCK’

Eunbi closed her eyes with her tense face. She bit her tongue because of the sensation. She made a sound in her head that the man was almost done, but the sound in the room was just her moaning and the bed squeaking. Eunbi goes faster to reach near her orgasm. She rides smoother than recently, not all the way up and all the way down.

‘AHHH.. FUCK.. MAKE M-ME FUCKING C-CUM ALREADY… OH MY G-GOD.. THIS DICK T-TREAT ME SO GOOD… MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A DICK ADDICTED… AH-AHHH'

Then, Eunbi came all over the place. Replace the first one. She removed herself from the dildo and covered it with her water. Her body was shaking when she got up and collapsed after that.

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VIRGIN! DENJI HEADCANONS

gender neutral! reader, readers chest get called titis (1), loser + virgin denji (?), possible ooc??, no beta read REQUEST ARE OPEN

virgin! denji, the boy you meet in the first day school and is pretty much a loner and a loser.

virgin! denji who thinks he's a lesbian until you explain to him that's not how it works

virgin! denji who as you two get closer gets way more touch (ex: sitting on your lap as a ‘joke’ since other boys in class do it to their guy friends, holds your hands while you back to school and back, rubs his crotch against your behind whenever he hugs you from behind)

virgin! denji hasnt had his first kiss so when he told you, you had told you had a lot experience with girls and could teach him if he wants, which lead to you guys kissing as ‘friends’ so he can learn how to kiss girls.

virgin! denji who finally has his first kiss with a girl but isnt as exciting compared to kissing you so when he tells you, you end up making out with each-other just so he feels a little bit better.

virgin! denji comes home sobbing and calls you over and explains that he had confessed to his crush but he is ejected as she explains to him shes a lesbian, you hold him and whisper into his ear sweet nothings.

virgin! denji who complains that he will die if he doesnt touch a pair of titis, so like the good friend you are you let him touch your plush ‘tits’ which leads into him removing your school uniform and sucking on your sensitive nipples like a baby and leaving your poor chest feeling all sore.

virgin! denji who finally confesses that hes a virgin (which isnt shocking) and is terrified of dying a virgin knowing that hes a devil hunter and could die at any time!

virgin! denji who loses his finally loses his virginity to fucking his best-bro during the weekend

“so i just put it in?” he tilts his head as he looked at you, his brows frowned, you nodded. “yeah just put it in!” denji is hesitant hes never done anything sexual ever unless you count sucking on your best-bros chest or making out with them sexual but besides that he has zero idea on what hes doing! what if when he slides in it hurts?! you cup denjis face in your hands as you place a kiss onto his chapped lips “cmon denji.. dont keep me waiting!” you pout, his cheeks flush red as he slowly begins to slide into your tight entrance “f..fuck! youre so tight..!” as he begans to thrust in and out he feels like hes on cloud nine as he harshly slams his cock into your tiny hole, “fuck denji! f..faster!” you moan as your back arches, you tug on his blonde hair as he yelps, he holds onto your hips “ughh..okay!” he groans loudly, he feels himself getting closer and closer as your velvet walls hug his cock, with one final rough thrusts he begins to cum “c..coming! sosos g..good coming!!” he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, you can feel his warm cum fill you up. you pull away from the kiss to catch your breath “how did i do?..” denji mumbles as he looks away, his cheeks flushed. “you did good, such a good boy!” you giggle he just rolls his eyes “shut up!”

[chrissssssmut]

Bro I NEEED a IVE catgirl smut.

PURRING, PANTING, BEGGING (SMUT)

IVE x Male Reader

AN: I hope this one's good! The M reader def just gets the time of his life here XD. Also, happy to be able to put out another story! I'll def do your requests you guys!💗

It had been an exhausting day at work—another shift of paperwork, polite customer service smiles, and an overbearing boss breathing down your neck. You weren’t anything special, just another ordinary guy in a city that moved too fast for its own good. You sighed as you unlocked your apartment door, your body aching for the soft embrace of your bed.

But something was off.

Right before you could step inside, your eyes caught onto a small, unassuming box sitting right at your doorstep. There was no note, no indication of where it had come from. Your brows furrowed as you bent down, hesitating before lifting the lid.

Inside were cats.

Six of them.

Different colors, different sizes, all staring up at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Some meowed softly, one even tilted its head, but they all looked as if they had been waiting for you.

“Who...?” you muttered to yourself.

You glanced around the empty hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever had abandoned them, but there was no one. Just the faint creak of an elevator door closing in the distance. You sighed, rubbing your temple. This was not how you thought your night would go.

Yet, despite the weirdness of it all, you couldn’t just leave them there. You weren’t heartless. With careful hands, you lifted the box and brought it inside, setting it down in your living room.

“Well,” you exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Guess I have roommates now.”

The next few days were filled with adjustment. The cats were oddly well-behaved, unlike the strays you’d encountered before. They didn’t scratch up the furniture, they didn’t hiss or fight over food, and they all seemed... too intelligent.

That wasn’t even the strangest part.

Each of them wore a lace collar with a name embroidered onto it in delicate cursive.

The sleek, elegant white cat had “Yujin” stitched onto a pristine ivory ribbon. A smaller tabby with golden fur bore the name “Rei.” The black one, the troublemaker, had a dark purple ribbon labeled “Leeseo.” Then there was a gray cat with a regal air named “Gaeul,” a soft brown one marked “Liz,” and a strikingly beautiful feline with a midnight-blue coat named “Wonyoung.”

You thought it was odd. Who abandons cats with name tags so well-crafted?

But you shook the thought away. Maybe some rich family had left them, unwilling to care for them anymore. Whatever the reason, they were yours now.

They followed you everywhere.

They watched you.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you swore you could hear something—whispers, laughter—just barely out of reach.

But you ignored it. Maybe you were just tired.

It happened one night, about a week after you’d taken them in.

You had come home late, tossing your bag onto the couch before heading straight to your bedroom. You collapsed onto the mattress, exhaling deeply.

Then you heard it.

Purring.

It came from under your bed, low and vibrating through the floorboards. A deep, rhythmic sound, steady and soothing, yet oddly human. You blinked against the dim glow of your bedside lamp, your drowsy mind slow to register the sound.

With a sleepy smile, you reached down, expecting to brush your fingers through soft fur, maybe scratch behind an ear.

Instead, warmth. Soft.

And then—

Lips.

Your breath hitched, the sensation jolting you awake like ice down your spine. Lips. Warm. Pressing gently against your fingertips.

Not fur. Not whiskers. Lips.

A slow, deliberate kiss.

Your hand recoiled as if burned, and you shot upright in bed, your heart slamming against your ribs. The purring hadn’t stopped. If anything, it grew louder, reverberating through the room like a low hum of satisfaction.

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you hesitantly peered over the edge of the bed.

And then—

Movement.

A pale hand, delicate fingers curling against the floor, nails dragging lightly against the wood. Then another. Then another. One by one, figures began to emerge from the darkness beneath your bed, their bodies unfolding like shadows stretching in the dim light.

You scrambled back against the headboard, your breath caught in your throat as you watched them crawl out—six girls, each one impossibly familiar. The white-haired one looked at you with knowing amusement, her eyes glinting like moonlight off fresh snow. The smallest of them giggled, her golden curls bouncing slightly as she tilted her head.

Your stomach twisted, your mind screaming at you to make sense of this. Because you knew them.

They were the cats.

No. That was impossible.

But there they were, kneeling at the foot of your bed, gazing up at you like they had been waiting for this moment. Their eyes glowed with something deep, something hungry.

“W-what the hell—”

Yujin—the elegant one, now with long white hair cascading over her shoulders—was the first to speak. “You’ve taken such good care of us.” Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. “We wanted to thank you.”

You tried to move, but your body felt frozen. “You—You’re the cats—”

Rei, the small one who had always curled up in your lap, giggled. “Mmm. We are. And we aren’t.”

One by one, they crawled closer, surrounding you. Their touches were soft, their warmth intoxicating. You could barely process what was happening when the first pair of lips pressed against yours.

A fleeting kiss.

Then another.

And another.

You shuddered, eyes darting between them, overwhelmed. “W-why—”

“You’re special,” Wonyoung whispered against your skin, her lips brushing your ear. “You didn’t throw us away. You didn’t ignore us. You cared.”

You swallowed hard. “Is this—Is this some kind of magic?”

Leeseo, the mischievous one, smirked. “Something like that.”

Your breath hitched as their lips met yours again, one after the other, each kiss sending an odd warmth through your body. Your mind screamed at you to run, to question, to do anything but sit there and take it.

But you didn’t move.

They wouldn’t let you.

And deep down, maybe a part of you didn��t want to.

Their hands were warm. Too warm. Soft fingertips traced patterns over your arms, your chest, the fabric of your shirt bunching under their slow, deliberate movements.

“Shhh,” Yujin cooed, her voice smooth as silk. “Don’t be nervous.”

Nervous? That was an understatement.

Rei giggled, her golden hair brushing against your cheek as she leaned in, lips grazing your jaw. “You’re trembling.”

Were you?

Your mind was screaming at you to move—to fight—but your body refused. You were trapped beneath their touch, surrounded by warmth and the faintest scent of something floral, something rich, something undeniably inhuman.

Wonyoung’s fingers ghosted over your collar, toying with the buttons of your shirt. “You took care of us so well,” she murmured, her lips just barely brushing against your throat. “Shouldn’t we return the favor?”

Before you could speak—before you could even think—Liz’s hands slid lower, tracing the hem of your pants. A slow, deliberate tug.

Your breath hitched.

Leeseo smirked. “Aw, look at him.”

“You’re so tense,” Gaeul whispered.

A delicate press of fingers against your waist. A teasing pull of fabric. The sensation of cool air hitting your skin as your pants were slowly—so agonizingly slowly—peeled away.

Yujin tilted your chin up, her smile sharp, predatory. “Relax.”

The room was suffocatingly warm. Maybe it was the way they pressed against you, their soft bodies caging you in, fingers tracing invisible lines over your skin. Or maybe it was the way they watched you—hungry, amused, like they were savoring every second of your unraveling.

Yujin was the first to move, her hand gliding up your chest, nails barely scraping over your skin. “Still so tense,” she murmured, her lips inches from yours.

Rei giggled beside you, her breath hot against your ear. “He’s trying so hard,” she whispered, the amusement in her voice unmistakable. Then—soft, deliberate—her teeth grazed your earlobe, a playful bite that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

You jerked slightly, a strangled noise escaping your throat before you could swallow it down.

“Oh?” Wonyoung smirked, her fingers toying with the waistband of your boxers. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth—maybe to deny it, maybe to protest—but the words caught in your throat as Gaeul’s hand brushed lower, her touch featherlight over your stomach. Lower. Lower.

A slow, deliberate press of her fingers against your growing need.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing at the contact.

“Sensitive,” Liz hummed, dragging a single fingertip along your hip, her touch maddeningly light. “That’s cute.”

Leeseo tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief as she propped herself up beside you. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like this?”

Your breath was uneven, your mind struggling to keep up, to make sense of the heat pooling low in your stomach.

Rei giggled again, her lips still ghosting against your ear. “You’ve been so good to us,” she purred. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

And then, as if to emphasize her words, Gaeul’s hand curled around your length—slow, deliberate, her grip just firm enough to make your body tense beneath her touch.

A quiet, satisfied hum left Yujin’s lips as she watched your reaction. “Much better,” she murmured. “Now just relax.”

But how could you?

When they weren’t going to stop until you completely fell apart.

You barely had time to process Gaeul’s touch before something shifted.

A sudden weight against your chest—Yujin, straddling you with effortless grace, her hands pressing down on your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. She wasn’t rough, not quite—but the way she smiled, slow and knowing, sent a shudder through your body.

“You’re so easy to handle,” she mused, tilting her head. “It’s cute.”

You swallowed hard, testing her grip, but she didn’t budge. If anything, her fingers tightened just slightly. Enough to remind you who was in control.

“You shouldn’t fight it,” Wonyoung murmured, her lips grazing your jawline. “Not when you want it this much.”

A soft breath left you—half denial, half something dangerously close to surrender.

And then—

A warm mouth.

Hot. Wet. Wrapped around the thickest part of you in a way that made your stomach clench.

Your breath hitched, eyes snapping downward just in time to see Rei’s golden curls bobbing slightly, her lips sealed around your aching need. She hummed softly, the vibration making your entire body tense.

“R-Rei—” Your voice broke, strangled.

She pulled back just slightly, her tongue flicking teasingly over the tip before glancing up at you with a smirk. “Mmm? Something wrong?”

Before you could answer—before you could even think—another mouth joined her.

Leeseo, the little troublemaker.

Her tongue traced along the underside of your length, slow and experimental, while Rei took the tip back between her lips, sucking lightly. The combined heat, the slickness of their mouths, was unbearable.

“Look at you,” Liz giggled, fingers skimming over your stomach, your chest. “You’re falling apart already.”

Yujin hummed in approval, her grip on your wrists unrelenting. “I knew you’d be fun.”

Gaeul and Wonyoung weren’t content to simply watch.

Wonyoung trailed her nails down your thigh, dragging them ever so lightly. “We should see how much he can handle.”

Gaeul smirked. “I don’t think he’ll last long.”

A sudden, deliberate squeeze at the base of your arousal—Gaeul’s fingers, firm and teasing. You gasped, your body twitching at the overwhelming mix of pleasure and restraint.

“You’re making the cutest sounds,” Leeseo cooed, flicking her tongue just beneath the tip, her breath warm and teasing.

Rei giggled, swirling her tongue before taking you deeper, her throat tightening around your length in a way that made your vision blur.

You clenched your fists against the sheets, your breath ragged.

Yujin tightened her grip on your wrists, pressing them further into the mattress as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your ear. “Stop thinking so much,” she whispered, her voice smooth, intoxicating. “Just give in.”

Before you could even form a response, a sharp sting bloomed against your neck.

Teeth.

Your breath hitched as Wonyoung sucked against your skin, slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking over the spot before she pulled back with a satisfied hum. “Mmm. That’s a good look on you,” she murmured, tracing the fresh mark with her fingertips.

Gaeul followed suit, her lips trailing along your collarbone before biting down just hard enough to make you flinch. “We should cover him in them,” she mused, her breath warm against your skin. “Make sure everyone knows he’s ours.”

Liz giggled, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your chest, her teeth grazing before she latched on. “Don’t worry,” she murmured between kisses, “we’ll be gentle… maybe.”

Rei and Leeseo weren’t nearly as patient.

Rei tilted her head, admiring the marks forming across your skin. “He looks so pretty like this,” she cooed before biting down just beneath your jaw, her teeth sharper than expected.

Leeseo smirked, dragging her nails down your side. “I like seeing him squirm.”

Your breathing came in ragged, uneven bursts, your body trembling beneath them as they took their time, leaving their marks, staking their claim. Every kiss, every bite, sent another jolt of heat coursing through you, leaving you aching, needy, and utterly overwhelmed.

Yujin leaned back, admiring the sight of you beneath her. “Much better,” she murmured, tracing a possessive finger along the marks decorating your skin. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Yujin sank down onto you in one slow, deliberate motion, taking you to the hilt with an ease that made your breath stutter. A sharp gasp left your lips, swallowed instantly by the smirk curling at hers. She didn’t hesitate—her pace was relentless, rolling her hips with a purpose that left you unraveling beneath her, completely at her mercy.

You moaned, voice breaking as you gasped, ‘Y-Yujin, please… s-slow down…’ But she only smirked, her eyes dark with amusement. ‘Please?’ she echoed, leaning in close, her breath ghosting over your lips. ‘I think you can handle more than that.’ And just like that, she moved even faster, relentless, determined to push you past your limits.

While Yujin moved relentlessly atop of you, the others grew impatient—desperate. Hands roamed, lips grazed, and hungry eyes devoured every inch of you. Some craved your mouth, stealing kisses that left you breathless, while others were drawn lower, eager, insatiable, wanting to claim every part of you for themselves.

‘You can’t just keep him all to yourself, Yujin,’ Wonyoung pouted, her fingers tracing over your jaw before tilting his chin toward her. ‘I want a turn too.’

Rei let out a breathy giggle, her lips ghosting over your neck before biting down playfully. ‘Mmm, he tastes too good to share… but I guess we don’t have a choice, do we?’

Leeseo, practically buzzing with impatience, ran her nails down your chest. ‘I want to hear you beg again,’ she murmured, eyes gleaming as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your own. ‘Think we can make him cry for us?’

Gaeul, ever the composed one, simply smirked as she pressed a kiss against your ear. ‘No need to rush,’ she whispered. ‘We have all night, after all.’

Liz, who had been watching the scene unfold with darkened eyes, leaned down, her voice soft but laced with something dangerous. ‘He’s already falling apart,’ she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his skin. ‘I wonder how much more he can take before he completely breaks for us.

You felt your climax building—too fast, too intense. His breath hitched as he gasped, “Y-Yujin, I’m—”

But she only tightened her grip on you, her pace quickening, her body pressing him deeper. “Inside,” she whispered, voice laced with need. “I want all of it.”

That was all it took. The moment your release crashed over you, Yujin moaned in satisfaction, her body shuddering as she took everything you had to give. Slowly, she lifted herself off of you, breathless, her fingers lazily tracing over your chest as she admired the aftermath. You lay beneath her, panting, exhausted, body still trembling from the intensity.

But it wasn’t over.

Before you could fully catch his breath, Wonyoung was already there—her touch deliberate, her movements slow and taunting as she guided you back into her warmth. A teasing hum left her lips as she sank down onto you, her fingers curling against your chest. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” she whispered, her lips ghosting over your ear.

Then she moved.

Faster. Harsher. Relentless.

Her hips snapped against you, her body taking you with a hunger even Yujin hadn’t shown. But it was her gaze that unraveled you—the way she locked eyes with you, deep and unwavering, a silent demand that he only look at her. “Stay with me,” she murmured, her pace never faltering. “Don’t even think about looking away.”

Your eyes locked onto Wonyoung, dazed and helpless beneath her. She leaned in, her breath warm against your lips, her pace growing impossibly faster.

“Say it,” she murmured, voice dripping with possession. “Say you’re mine… you’re ours.”

Your moans spilled out, uncontrolled, raw—but before he could utter a word, Yujin was there, crashing her lips against yours, swallowing every desperate sound. Her tongue slipped past your parted lips, deep and claiming, while her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer.

Rei’s lips followed next, warm and teasing against your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses down to your throat before sinking her teeth in just enough to make you gasp. Leeseo wasn’t far behind, her breath hot as she latched onto your collarbone, her tongue flicking out before she sucked hard, determined to leave a mark.

Liz, not to be outdone, pressed kisses along your shoulder, her touch soft but lingering, her breath fanning over your skin as she whispered sweet praises between each press of her lips. Gaeul, slow and deliberate, traced the shell of your ear with her tongue before catching your earlobe between her teeth, giving a playful bite that sent a shiver down your spine.

And through it all, Wonyoung never stopped.

She only moved faster.

Wonyoung’s relentless pace had you on the edge, your body tensing beneath her. But before you could fully succumb, a sudden force pushed her off you—Rei. Desperate, impatient, her eyes burned with hunger as she took control.

“Move over,” she huffed, barely giving Wonyoung a moment to react before she straddled him herself—this time, in reverse.

And then—heat. Tight, overwhelming heat as Rei sank down onto you, taking you in all at once. The new position had your breath hitching, body locking up as the new angle sent shockwaves through your nerves. She wasted no time, rolling her hips with slow, deliberate movements before picking up the pace, the friction driving you insane.

The others didn’t let you catch a break.

“You like this, don’t you?” Leeseo whispered against his ear, her fingers dragging down your chest.

“You’re so tense,” Liz murmured, lips ghosting over your collarbone before sinking down to leave another mark.

“You can’t even think straight, can you?” Gaeul smirked, her nails tracing over your abs, teasing you as if she loved seeing you unravel.

Yujin leaned in last, voice dripping with amusement. “You’re completely helpless….it’s cute.”

Rei was lost in her own pleasure, grinding down on you with reckless abandon—until she wasn’t.

A pair of hands suddenly gripped her waist, pulling her off with little resistance. “You’ve had your turn,” Gaeul murmured, her tone playful but firm. Leeseo was right beside her, eyes glinting with mischief.

Before you could even catch your breath, warmth enveloped you—two sets of lips, two tongues, teasing and claiming every inch of you.

“You taste so good,” Leeseo hummed, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she let your length rest against her tongue.

“Mmm,” Gaeul smirked, fingers wrapping around the base as she guided you between them. “Look at you, completely at our mercy.”

A soft, wet slap echoed through the room as the tip met their tongues, sending a shudder down your spine.

“Sensitive,” Leeseo teased, eyes dark with satisfaction. “We like that.”

And just like that, you were undone all over again.

You gasped, body trembling as the overwhelming pleasure built inside you. “F-fuck… please… slow down…” you begged, your voice breaking between sharp breaths.

But Gaeul only smirked against your skin, her lips trailing teasingly along your length before pressing a lingering kiss to the tip. “Aww, but you look so good like this,” she murmured, her breath warm against you.

Leeseo giggled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why would we stop when you’re reacting so beautifully?”

Then, they moved in sync—faster, deeper, their tongues swirling, their lips tightening around you, slick and relentless. Gaeul took you in deep, her throat constricting around you just as Leeseo’s tongue flicked along the underside, her fingers gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming away.

Every sound, every movement only pushed you further to the edge, and they knew it. They wanted you there.

While Leeseo and Gaeul made it nearly impossible for you to catch your breath, Liz leaned in close, her warm lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement.

“You know… this is all because of that sweet little heart of yours,” she purred. “Taking us in, feeding us, letting us curl up in your bed… You should’ve known we’d want to repay you.”

She giggled softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns along your heaving chest before she whispered even lower, just for you.

“I bet you’re grateful we can turn back into cats whenever we want,” she teased. “No one would ever suspect that the guy with six adorable pets is actually being fucked senseless by six beautiful women every night.”

She pulled back just enough to meet your dazed, helpless gaze, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. “You really are lucky.”

As your release built to an unbearable peak, the girls knelt before you, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Their breaths were hot, lips parted, waiting—needing.

Gaeul was the first to take you in her grasp, her fingers wrapping around your slick, throbbing length. She stroked you with purpose, her pace merciless, dragging out every shaky breath, every desperate moan.

"Don’t hold back," she murmured, her sultry voice sending shivers down your spine.

One by one, the others leaned in, their tongues flicking out, teasing—wet heat brushing against sensitive skin. Then came the slow, deliberate drips of spit, each of them making sure you were drenched, slick, gliding effortlessly under Gaeul’s skilled touch.

The pressure coiled tight, impossible to fight, until finally—your body tensed, your breath hitched, and your climax hit hard.

It spilled over them, painting flushed skin and eager lips. Wonyoung let out a pleased hum, swiping a finger across her cheek before slipping it between her lips, tasting you with a slow, satisfied moan. Rei giggled as she licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, while Liz, smirking, scraped a bit off her chin with her thumb before pressing it against your lips.

"Don’t you think it’s only fair you taste yourself too?" she teased.

You barely had time to recover, your body still trembling, before Yujin’s voice cut through the haze.

"Don’t get too comfortable," she purred, pushing you back down onto the sheets. "We’re not done with you yet."

You collapsed onto the bed, limbs heavy, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Your body felt like it had been completely drained, every nerve alight with a dull, lingering pleasure. The room was thick with warmth, the scent of sweat and something far more intoxicating hanging in the air.

Your head lolled to the side, eyes unfocused as you tried to process everything that had just happened. The way they touched you. The way they took you. The way they owned you. It was overwhelming—almost surreal.

Your lips parted, your voice hoarse. "W-why...why did that happen?" you murmured, barely able to string together the words. "What the hell was all of that?"

Soft giggles surrounded you, delicate fingers tracing lazy patterns over your chest and arms. Wonyoung leaned in, her lips ghosting over your ear, her voice like silk. "Because you wanted it."

Rei nuzzled against your side, her breath warm against your skin. "Because you needed it."

You swallowed hard, your mind still reeling. A part of you wanted to deny it, to act as if you had no control over what had just unfolded. But deep down, beneath the exhaustion and shock, there was no denying it.

You liked it.

Maybe even craved it.

Your fingers curled into the sheets as you exhaled a shaky breath. "...I don't know what this means," you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Yujin smiled against your skin, her lips pressing into your jawline. "It means you're ours now."

"Close your eyes for us, baby."

The request came in unison, teasing and playful, yet laced with something almost sinister. You hesitated for a second, still trying to catch your breath, but the way their hands gently traced over your skin left you no room to deny them.

With a slow inhale, you let your eyelids flutter shut.

"No peeking," Wonyoung cooed, her fingers ghosting over your lips before pulling away. "Not until we say so."

You swallowed, nodding in compliance. The room went quiet, save for the occasional rustle of fabric, soft giggles, and the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Minutes passed, anticipation curling tight in your stomach.

"Okay, open."

Your eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the sight before you—and fuck.

You could barely process what you were seeing.

Six pairs of eyes gleamed at you with mischief, framed by sleek cat ears perched atop their heads. Their outfits clung to them in all the right places—lace, straps, and dangerously short skirts barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Stockings ran up their legs, and you swore you could see the light glint off the tiny bells attached to their chokers.

Your throat went dry.

"Speechless?" Yujin smirked, tilting her head as her tail flicked behind her.

You swallowed hard, mouth opening, but no words formed.

Wonyoung sauntered forward, straddling you with ease, her nails dragging lightly down your chest. She leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as she purred:

"Ready for round two, pretty boy?"

[woollypoison]

The Real Encore

Itzy Yuna x Male reader THIS IS A REUPLOAD! Maybe you've seen this work before, maybe you haven't. It used to be uploaded on a blog called K-DGN, run by two people. That blog got destroyed, and now I run this blog by myself, posting only 100% original kdol fanfic content. Word Count: 7.1k

Following the show, you sat back in your seat in a daze, dumbfounded that you had finally gotten a chance to see your favorite group Itzy live in concert. They were everything you'd hoped they'd be and more. Nothing online could have prepared you for what it would be like finally laying your eyes on them in person. Months of preparation getting right physically paid off in dividends too, as multiple members came by your side of the stage to give you all the fanservice you could have ever wanted. You believed you must have been the luckiest guy in the building as it happened more than once. Each and every member came by to dance specifically for you, and you ate it all up. It was all surreal, and you could not imagine a more perfect night. 

As the audience continued to file out of the arena, you snapped out of your daze and started gathering your things to leave. You were about to leave when a staff member from the show got your attention from across the barricade and called you over. You were a little confused because you thought that maybe you had done something wrong, but that confusion was quickly washed away when they told you that your ticket had won a "special raffle", and that you were selected to come participate in a meet & greet with the group backstage. You were ecstatic, but told to keep your cool as the staff member did not want to draw the attention of the unluckier fans and cause a scene. They guided you around to the side of the stage and took you back through a hallway leading to the backstage area. You were brought to a room where a staff member took your belongings for safe keeping while another gave you some quick paperwork to sign. You were so excited at the prospect of meeting the members that you didn't even read most of it. Once everything was set, you were told to wait for a bit until they would take you to another room to meet the girls.

They sat you down in a long hallway backstage, on a row of foldable chairs seated against a wall. The rumble of JYP and Venue staff rushing through everything, packing up the show and making sure they get done as soon as possible to be able  to head down was dizzying. There were a total of 4 chairs lined up, including yours, but so far you were the only one sitting in one. Staff kept rushing back and forth as 5 minutes of waiting turned to 10 minutes turned to 15 minutes. You wondered if it was going to take much longer, and decided to ask one of the next staff members you saw.

"Excuse me" You addressed them. "When will the special raffle event start? Are there other winners we're still waiting on?" You asked, in your politest voice, but they just looked at you confused.

"Special raffle? What special raffle?" They replied, as if asking what the fuck you were talking about. "Are you allowed to be back here?" They continued, putting you on the spot. You tried to explain that one of the staff members told you to wait here, but you had nothing to show for it.

"They're fine, I told them to wait here!" The staff member from earlier came in just in time to save your skin, with another guy you could only assume to be another concert goer going off of their outfit in tow. The staff member you asked for clarification gave you a suspicious look, but backed off, going back to their urgent tasks.

"Sorry about that." The first staff member said. "Not everyone is made aware of all events. I hope the wait wasn't too unbearable, we still had to find our other winner. But we are ready to start now!" They explained that, considering the nature of the special event raffle, it was sometimes a little harder to get all the winners in the same place. You couldn't help but notice the discrepancy in between the amount of chairs, and the amount of winners, but maybe it just meant some winners already left and lost out on their luck. Or maybe something entirely else you were yet to find out.

The two of you were then ushered further down the hall, ultimately ending at a pair of doors. These rooms were a lot more secluded, a far cry from the chaotic mess that was the staff hurriedly packing up the show back where you were previously. You and your fellow raffle winner both exchanged pleasantries as you awaited for further instructions.

"Here we are. Please wait just one more second while I check to see if they're ready to see you" the staff member explained and then turned around to knock on the door and peek their head in. They asked something in Korean, to which you could hear the female voice responding. Satisfied, the staff member then turned back to the two of you. "Okay! Now sir, if you'd please," they instructed as they opened the door and gestured the other guy to come forward. You were about to follow suit but the staff member raised a hand to stop you in place. "Just him, please. You will be meeting someone else. You made and "O" face and nodded you head. You and the other winner exchanged nervous glances before you raised a fist of encouragement. He reciprocated the gesture then turned back to the door, taking a deep breath and walking in. 

As he rounded the bend, the staff member closed the door behind him, leaving you alone and now more nervous than ever. The staff member gave you a quick smile then headed to the other door, repeating the same actions he had done with the previous room's occupant. He then turned back to you, leaving the door slightly ajar for you to enter.

"Okay, she's ready for you. Please go in when you're ready." he instructed before stepping aside. Your eyes darted between him and the door. He gave you a nod and this time it was your turn to take a moment to collect yourself. You steeled yourself before mustering enough courage to take the step through the door. You walked a bit further into the room, hearing the sound of the door closing behind you. No turning back now, you thought to yourself. As you rounded the corner, you almost froze in place. In the center of the room was a couch facing away from you, and seated right in the middle of it was a girl with bright red hair, looking down at what presumably was her phone. You thought that maybe she hadn't heard you come in because she hadn't turned to greet you, so you decided to try and get her attention. 

"Ahem...Yuna...?"

The girl's head instantly perked up and she whipped her head around to face you. It was almost like a scene from a hair product commercial the way her bright red colored locks flared out before perfectly settling along her exposed shoulders. From what you could see since she was still seated, she was wearing a spaghetti strapped white tank top. She had a huge welcoming smile on her face, complimented by her beautiful eyes which were beaming with excitement. 

"Took you long enough! Come, sit with me!" she called out.

You couldn't help but notice two things when taking in the room. The first was the faint humming of some music playing at a low volume on a speaker, posited on a table in front of the couch. You weren't sure what song it was, but you could tell it was by Blackpink. The other thing was a faint smell, attacking your senses. It wasn't pungent, but if you focused on it, it was present. It wasn't anything like any smell of any perfume you'd ever smelled before. It had no traces of floral scents or any of the like, but instead had this deep sweetness to it. It was intoxicating, and you couldn't help yourself from drifting towards it.

The shock of being in a room alone with Yuna and her addressing you so directly almost caused you to dissociate long enough to get on the nerves of Yuna who just asked you a question. It wasn't your attention to ignore her, you just needed something to focus on and ground yourself with.

"Hello?" Called out again, snapping you out of your drifting gaze. You looked right at her again, and walked around the couch, staring at you the entire time before taking your seat next to her. She was still wearing her pink skirt from the encore, matched with her black boots. All she changed out of was her top.

"Hi!" She spoke to you, very high pitched and seemingly very excited to have your attention. Even after such an exhausting show, her fanservice was out of this world.

"H-Hi..." You mumbled out through your nervousness. You hadn't ever even been close to itzy before this show, let alone win a fancall or anything of the like. Not for lack of trying, mind you. "I'm your biggest fan!" You managed to push, almost as if yelling.

"I'm glad to hear that!" She replied, equally as full of gusto as you did. She didn't skip a beat however, and her smile pierced through your body before she placed her right hand on your left thigh, the one closest to her, before continuing. "What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, stunning you further.

"Y/N." You answered, the first sentence uttered without stuttering or an added ehm since stepping into the room. "Hmmmm, Y/N huh? That's a pretty name. You know my name too, right?" She asked, dragging her words out in a playful tone, her eyes intently staring at your face as she asked you.

You weren't really sure if this was a trick question. Who would end up going to this concert without knowing her name at least? You shook off your doubts, certain she was just giving you an easy question which she could use to give more fanservice as a response. "Yeah, Yuna..." You answered, tilting your head forwards as you answered her simple question, still unable to really feel comfortable with her hand on your thigh.

The instant her name left your mouth, her face rapidly came closer to yours, she closed her eyes, and planted her lips on yours. You were in complete shock, your eyes jolted open before slowly closing, oozing into the sudden kiss by Yuna. You felt her hand squeeze your thigh a little, before she pulled away, a small string of a mix of your and her spit trailing in between both of yours underlips.

"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you say my name, Y/N." She divulged, wiping the spit off of her lip, before looking back at you, hungry eyes, studying how you were going to react. She took this chance to reposition herself, tucking her legs underneath her and sitting on her knees facing you. You couldn't help but stare, mute in shock at what was happening. You couldn't help but notice her short skirt wasn't fit to keep herself covered in her current position facing you, and your eyes drifted downwards, but all you could see were the same pink hue of her safety shorts. This action didn't go unnoticed, as Yuna's smile turned into a smirk, busting your perverted action.

She licked her lips, as her eyes grew smaller and focused. "Don't think I didn't see that, Y/N." She berated you in a sultry, teasing tone.

"I'm sorry!" You blurted out, afraid you might have pissed the younger girl off and was about to get thrown out for it.

"No, don't be!" She responded, once more putting her right hand on you, this time on top of your left hand, which was clinging onto your pants above your left thigh. Her touch tensed you up even further, before eventually giving into the feeling of her soft hand touching yours, causing your muscles to relax. You looked at her face, no trace of anger to see, her gaze fixated on you. Your eyes meeting caused her smile to grow wider, which instinctively caused you to smile as well before Yuna continued. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!" She said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, a cute smile on her perfect face. Your hand tightened up again.

"I'm sorry?!" You exclaimed again, unable to believe you heard what she said correctly. Is this a dream? You weren't even sure anymore, and pinched yourself, but the pain was certainly real.

"Didn't you read the contract you signed? It's a non-disclosure agreement you know. You can't talk about what happens here today, what do you think that means?" She retorted, asking you with her head tilted, and her brows gathered between her eyes, almost as if asking if you were smart enough to read.

"I skimmed it?" You replied, grimacing at admitting your own incompetence. You could see Yuna's face cringe a little bit at your answer, which caused you to further explain yourself. "I was just so excited to be here, I'd sign anything for it!"

"So you're the hot but impulsive type huh? You're lucky I think that's cute." Yuna sighed, her eyes had drifted downwards, introspectively, before taking another look at you, this time, a smile but with the faintest hint of her pitying you mixed in. Her high-pitch and tension picked up once more. "Well? What's it going to be? Wanna show me yours?" She asked. No mistaking it now. Yuna just asked to see your cock, and you couldn't help but grow rock hard just from the thought of it. Your bulge had started to show through your pants, and Yuna noticed, honing in like a predator on its prey.

"Right, yes. Yes! I'll show you." You replied, not really finding the right words, but enough words to convey the essence of your message. You started unbuckling your belt, and slowly taking off of your pants, dropping it to your ankles, leaving your underwear on. Your bulge was clearly standing upright in your pants now, and you looked at Yuna once more to make sure you weren't misunderstanding.

"Aww, don't go teasing me now, Y/N!" She replied to the inquiry made by your eyes. Your confidence surged, and you started pushing your underwear down, the rim of it clinging against the tip of your rock hard dick before snapping off, revealing the full length of your cock. You were clean shaven down there as well, as you in your delusion like almost any concert-goer, had to be prepared for the impossible. You read somewhere that the lack of a bush makes a cock look bigger, and you wanted to look like you were at peak performance.

"Now that looks delicious." She licked her lips once more, her eyes focused on your stiff cock. "You pass this round, I don't like men with small cocks." She giggled to herself, retaining her smile towards you, as if proud of her compliment.

"Mind if I...?" Yuna asked you, without finishing her sentence, but you responded having a pretty good idea of what she was going to ask. "Please do." You responded, strangely more calm then you were at any given point since setting foot inside this room. Yuna's hand glided over to your cock, and her soft hand wrapped around the base of your cock, grasping it lightly. Her hand was barely gripping at all, a soft touch wrapped around you, before she started to twist and turn her hand up and down slightly. You couldn't help but moan at her touch, before she released your cock, taking her hands back to her side.

"So, you want to see mine now? It's only fair, right?" She asked you, her head tilted slightly downwards, causing her eyes to have to look up at you sitting straight across from you. You gulped your spit down and nodded your head yes. "Alright, but I'll sweeten the deal. I'll even let you touch it if you do a couple of things for me first."

You didn't have to think even a millisecond about it before responding. "I'll do it!" You almost screamed. Yuna chuckled out loud from this, causing her to respond in kind. "You really are impulsive! Very well. The first thing I want you to do is this:" She explained, as she turned around, grabbed her phone behind her on the couch, and unlocked it with her finger before turning on the camera app and extending it towards you. You tilted your head, looking a little confused. She giggled at your failure to understand. "I want you to take a picture of me with your dick in my mouth! Lia isn't here, but she loves updates on us having fun!" She explained. Your eyes widened. Of all the things, this was not what you expected. Wow, this girl is a fucking freak, You thought to yourself, but you were definitely not opposed to it. Your hesitation caused Yuna to speak up again.

"You already said you'd do it, no backing it out now!" She exclaimed, and as if that alone wasn't enough to snap you out of your gaze, she launched herself forward, taking the tip of your dick in her mouth, and looking towards your face, holding her head still there and her eyes clearly smiling. You tilted your head backwards, facing the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations she was bombarding you with, before Yuna pinched your thigh hard, making you aware of your part of the transaction. Her eyes had turned into a scowl towards you. You snapped back, took her phone, pointed it at her face, to which her visage once more bore a big eye-central smile, posing for the camera. You clicked the photo button a couple of times, before Yuna released your cock from her mouth with a big pop.

"Let's see!" She giddily said, as she took her phone back which you gladly extended back to her. "These will do! Thank you, Y/N." she continued.

"You're welcome." You meekly responded, undeniably a little sad your cock was no longer placed in between her lips. "You said there were a couple of things. What else do you need from me?" You inquired, showing you didn't forget and were not impulsive and stupid, just impulsive.

"I haven't been able to shower today, and I don't want to leave you alone like this right now." She replied, looking at you with giant doe eyes, her lip pouting. 

"Okay?" You asked back, not really sure what she was getting at. She smirked at you, then lifted both her hands above her head, exposing her cleanly shaved armpits to you.

"Can't you please clean me up, Y/N?" She asked of you, an irresistible charm in her pleading voice. She wasn't saying it outright, but you believe you knew what she wanted. Or rather even if you were wrong, if she wasn't going to be clear you were going to take your chance to do what you wanted to do.

You brought your head closer to her, inching towards her armpit, as one question from earlier started forming an answer. This deep, slightly sweet smell you found earlier was coming from Yuna. Now inching closer to her, she seemed to still be glistening a bit from fresh sweat still on her. The smell was intoxicating, and you looked at her face before continuing any further, and she had a big smile on her face, urging you to go on.

You extended your tongue outward, touching her armpit, causing her to stifle a small moan, before licking up her sweat. You had never done this before, but you were hooked. The taste was sweet, slightly salty, and her skin tasted refined. One lick turned into two, turned into 4, turned into 10, before moving onto her other armpit, licking that one equally clean as the other, motivating Yuna's moans, until you were certain you hadn't missed a single spot.

"Thank you, Y/N, I feel a lot better now." She admired your willingness. You licked your lips, your eyes now fiercely intent on hers, before you made your first unprompted comment of the night.

"You are fucking delicious, Yuna." You told her, admiring her taste, letting her know you probably enjoyed what you just did more than her. She blushed a little from this, before snapping out of it, and regaining her bubbly, refined aura.

"Well, a deal is a deal!" She giggled at you, her head at 45 degrees, her eyes closed in two half moons and her mouth a big smile. She started pushing off her skirt, attached to her safety shorts, revealing another shocking truth about her. She was wearing no underwear, and she now sat on her knees across from you, legs slightly pushed open as if to lure you in, her clean shaven pussy exposed for you to see.

Your cock throbbed, the sight of such a perfect and pink pussy begging to be devoured by you was almost too much to bear. Your cock grew just that tiny bit more, pulsing, looking ready to burst.

"Oh, you were holding out on me? No fair, Y/N!" Yuna exclaimed, posing one hand over her mouth and using the other to playfully tap you on your shoulder with her other hand.

"I can't help it! Seeing such a delicious pussy, anyone would want to dive right in." You fired back, finding yourself in this erotic groove, growing in confidence. Yuna giggled in response to your admiration. She looked back at you, her eyes ready to devour you, before speaking up again.

"I haven't..." she said, in a soft, whispering voice, having that high-pitched pleading cadence to it. Her eyes started looking down at her own knees, avoiding your eyes. Her knees started to part more ever so slightly, exposing more of her privates. "Been able to clean her either." She finished her sentence before looking back up at you with her head tilted downwards, almost as if begging for you. "Could you please clean me up here as well, Y/N?" She requested of you, her cute charm overwhelming all your senses. She bit her lip at you, sending you over the edge.

You smirked, one corner of your lips arching upwards, before getting up from the couch. You stood in front of her, your cock pointing towards her at her chest level, and before you even had the chance to lower yourself towards her, the girl had leaned forwards, her tongue licking the tip of your dick. Her tongue curled upwards and inwards into her mouth. She proceeded to look up at you, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out with a loud "aaaaaah", showing the strings of pre-cum she had licked up which had been dripping out of your cock because of her provocations.

"You'll have to be clean too for what we do next, Y/N!" She exclaimed proudly, gulping down your liquid while you grew a devious smile. Yuna give your dick a quick peck before telling you "You can continue now, Y/N." You quickly got lost in the thought of grabbing her hair in two pigtails and fucking her face,  but you knew better than to throw away your chances at whatever could happen next here for such a risky play. You lowered yourself onto your knees, placing your hands underneath both of her thighs, and lifting the girl's underside up as to get both her legs off of the couch, and hanging off the edge, as to position yourself in between them. You pulled them apart, giving yourself a clear view of her entrance, causing her to coo at your assertiveness, and pushing her own hips forward for you.

You brought your face ever closer to her pussy, inching towards her. She was wet down there, but not drenched. You picked up another spark of her scent, the same tinge of sweetness but mixed in with a more organic, earthy smell. It was even more intoxicating than the smell of her sweat. You opened your mouth, close to her labia and breathed out onto her, your warm breath causing her to shudder in anticipation. You still felt the sensation of her kiss on your dick, and decided to return the favor. You purse your lips, planting a kiss over top of her clit. Yuna's soft vocalization of a satisfied "hmmmm" let you know you were on the right track, starting slow, and warming up over time.

You stopped the kiss, looked up at Yuna's face, who was staring back at you intensely, her eyes pleading for you to continue. No more words needed to be said, and smirked, reaching your tongue out, flicking it upwards over her clit. Yuna's legs twitched, her eyes jolted shut and her knees buckled around your head, tightening her thighs around your skull. You flicked your tongue again, and now having warmed Yuna up were mostly just rewarded with moans. You picked up your pace, and swapped your flicks from horizontal, to vertical, to letters. Her hands found her way to your hair, and grasped firmly around strands she managed to find, holding on tight to you. 

Yuna's breathing had grown labored, but she still managed to push some words out. "Don't you DARE... fucking stop...!" She moaned out, and you didn't dare defy her command. Your hands grasped her thighs where they could, squeezing tight, as you unleash your final assault. You pursed but your lips around her clit, sucking on it, getting it into your mouth and nibbling on it ever so softly with your teeth. This mixture of pleasure and pain seemed to send Yuna over the edge, as her back arched away from the couch, and her feet lifted up from the floor, her moans rising in pitch as you felt her entire body convulse.

You'd forgotten to breathe for the final part of that, and pulled your head back, gasping for big breaths of air. Yuna slowly opened her eyes, un-arching her back and leaning forwards. Her both hands cupped both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks as she leaned ever closer, licking her lips on her way to you. She kissed you another time on your lips, her lips firmly pressed against yours, before you felt her tongue entering your mouth. You pressed your tongue slightly against hers, wrapping around hers, coiling and twisting in wet ecstasy. Yuna pulled away from the kiss, and stared down at you with a big smile, but her eyes turned totally vixen.

"Hmmm, your lips taste nice when you've made me cum, Y/N." Yuna spoke seductively. You couldn't help but be overwhelmed with desire for this night to never end.

"Your lips taste nice when you're cumming, Yuna." You retorted, turning her own script on her. She giggled, before regaining her posture. She held out both her hands palm upwards, inviting your hands onto hers. You followed her guidance and placed your hands in hers, and she took firm grasp helping you stand up. She crossed her legs in front of you, denying further access to her. She pointed over to a chair with a bag sitting on it.

"Could you go and grab a condom from there, please?" She requested of you. Your mind raced. She hadn't needed a condom before when touching your dick with her hand or mouth. This had to meant you two were going to fuck, right?  Your excitement causes you to do as told without any questioning, turning your back on her and moving towards the bag. It was filled with Yuna's personal items, but you didn't take long to find a condom. You pulled one out, turning around to move towards Yuna again. This time, she surprised you once more, having removed her top, sitting on the couch waiting for you fully nude, her legs crossed and arms spread, leaning on the head of the couch beside her, exposing her pink nipples for you to admire.

Your mouth fell agape, admiring her every curve, curves that had been the subject of tons of speculation they were fake. If you had your phone with you know, you'd have saved the evidence they were all wrong in a heartbeat. You failed to comment anything on her appearance, being dumbfounded by her beauty, which caused her to raise one eyebrow at you, prodding you for a response. Your lack of vocal response causes Yuna to stand upright, her legs crossing over each other, causing her hips to sway, as she walks over towards you. Both her hands reach for your hips as she gets closer, grasping the edges of your shirt, the last piece of clothing you were wearing, and giving it a soft pull upwards. You got the hint, and lifted your arms up, allowing Yuna to take your shirt off, throwing it to the side.

"So what, you're not going to tell me how pretty I am?" Yuna teased you, shaking her head from side to side.  You snapped back to reality, and quickly thought of the best thing to say to remedy this situation.

"You have to be one of the most beautiful women to roam this earth." You spouted out in a panic, causing Yuna to have to hold back her laugh in response to your compliment. Yuna looked at you, and you weren't sure if it was lovingly or pitifully, but it was only for you, and that's all you seemed to care about.

"That's certainly a unique compliment. Calm down, babe. You're doing great, I'm not going to just randomly kick you out." Yuna reassured you, taking the condom out of your hands, placing her teeth on the edge of a corner of the wrapping, tearing it off, pulling it out and figuring out which way was inside out. You couldn't help but have your entire being flutter from her calling you babe, and her reassurance did wonders for you to relax.

"Thank you. You won't regret picking me." You responded, your eyes meeting hers filled with conviction, showing Yuna her words had worked. She smirked at your newfound confidence, handed you the condom, gave you a smile and posed you with a question. "So, how do you want to fuck me?" You accepted the condom, started wrapping it over your dick and gave some thought to her question.

"Hmmmm." You consciously vocalized out loud, making sure Yuna knew you were considering your options, and were not just too stunned to speak. You looked around the room, and couldn't help but focus your attention on the giant make-up mirror against the wall of the room, drawing your attention before being gifted with an idea. In one smooth motion, you picked Yuna up, carrying her bridal style over towards the make-up mirror. Your sudden heroics caused the unexpecting girl to yelp out in surprise, shocked at the sudden shift or impact her words had seemed to have in unlocking your boldness. She quickly held on tight however, enjoying your display of strength.

You planted your right arm firmly under her knees, freeing your hand and using it to toss the chair in front of the mirror to the side, freeing up all of the space in front of it. Yuna licked her lips at the performance you were putting on, and as soon as you put her down facing you in front of the mirror, she decided that this time it was her turn to hold you tight instead of you holding her tight. Her hand had found her way over to your cock, wrapping tightly around it, slowly stroking it back and forth while looking you into your eyes. Her head nodded in the same rhythm as her hand stroked you, causing your breathing to become louder. You weren't about to stop this momentum with a light handjob, and put your both hands on her shoulders, turning her around to face the mirror.

"I'm going to show you just how pretty you look when I'm fucking your brains out, babygirl." You shot back, taking the initiative on the teasing. Yuna's eyes were big, surprised from you spinning her around, and you could see them clearly in the reflection of the mirror. Upon hearing your provocation, she smirked back at you, as if to challenge you. Her eyes were clearly expecting great things from you, but her mouth made it even clearer, asking you to "make me fucking scream." She places her arms onto the counter of the makeup table in front of the mirror, stabilizing herself, arching her back for you as if she knew what to expect.

Your hands planted themselves firmly onto her wide hips, grasping her tightly with your fingers digging into her skin. You pulled her ass a little closer to you, causing her to arch her back further towards you, to which she playfully accepted and wiggled her hips at you, as if to invite you in. You placed your gift-wrapped cock against her mound, sliding it slowly up and down her entrance. You were teasing her, waiting for her to grow impatient for your moment to strike. Her smirk eventually turned into a frown, waiting for you to put yourself inside of her.

"Stop teasing me, Y/N. Start fu-" she had started to say, intending to finish her sentence with "cking me!". Unfortunately for her, you felt like the perfect time to strike would be right as she started saying fuck, causing her voice to grow louder, and scream out further with "UUUUUUUUUUUUUCK". You slammed your hips against her ass with full force, jamming the entire length and girth of your cock into her petite, drenched with anticipation, pristine pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head, feeling the warmth of your cock pulse inside of her, and you weren't about to let up. Her moans were varying in pitch, her breathing unable to keep up with her voice, as you pulled your cock back until only the tip remained, instantly slamming back into her wet cunt.

"Ugh, ungghh nghhh, FUCK." Yuna kept moaning, unable to lower her voice, and you began to wonder whether or not she'd be heard outside of this room. She was beginning to hunch forward, unable to support herself through your rough slamming of her thin body, so you decided to take a chance and lend her a hand. You moved your left hand from her hips over to her stomach, pulling it closer to you, and your right hand all the way up, around her neck. You put some light pressure on the sides of her neck, before gripping her towards you, and into your body. You placed your head right next to hers, pulling her upwards to you, her arms now too far away from the make-up table to reach, causing her eyes to open, looking surprised at what was happening. She looked into your eyes through the mirror, and you whispered into her ears.

"I promised you I would show you how pretty you looked, so look. I want you to see the goddess that I see when I'm fucking you." you growled in a low, whispering voice, commanding her to follow your lead. She purred, biting her underlip and nodding slowly at you, looking straight ahead as you released the tension on your elbow, continuing to hold your hand around her neck but supporting her arch as you resumed your pounding. You enjoyed the feeling of control you had over her body in this position, but you couldn't help but feel that a slight shift could give you even more access to her weak spots. Her arms were dangling behind her, grabbing onto whatever part of you she could hold on to, but you had better usage in mind for them. You moved your left hand from her stomach onto her left wrist, grabbing it firmly, and once holding tight, did the same with your right. You had stopped pounding for these few seconds to properly get everything in place, causing the girl to look at you through the mirror and ask you "What's wrong? Why did you stop, babe?"

Her calling you babe again ignited something deep inside of you, and you addressed her concern. "I'm going to start really fucking you now." You touted, like a stone-cold killer wanting to intimidate their target. Her eyes panicked, darting to meet yours.

"What do you mean, really fucking me? Hey, wait, what do you-" She tried to ask of you, her arms now bent back behind her as you pulled on them, before you cut her off, slamming your cock so hard inside of her she stumble forwards, her hips getting pressed against the high make-up table, forcing her to lower her stomach onto it, which pulled back into a beautiful curved arch. The tension you forced upon her pushed all the air out of her lungs as she heaved and moaned out of pleasure, still looking at your and her reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was wide open, her tongue clearly showing, as the tip of her eyebrows pushed together into her forehead. She was trying to say something but having trouble pushing it out.

"Cu-... Cum! Fuck, cumming!" She yelled as loud as she could, and you felt her tight walls gripping your cock, making moving harder. Her hips moved upwards, as she was now standing on her toes, her legs trembling through your relentless siege of her womb, but you gave her no reprieve. You kept pounding, even picking up the pace when you felt her cum, like a man possessed by her sex-fueled body. You kept increasing the tension on her arms, pulling her back further and further.

"Nghhh, you're gonna... fucking... break my back! FUCK, ngghhh, don't! Don't stop OHHH" She moaned, her voice cracking as she begged you to continue. You hadn't cum yet, and you had no intention of stopping before you did. You were getting close and Yuna felt it. She used whatever force she had left in her body to push her hips into yours, grinding your cock up and down while you pounded deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, Yuna, I'm gonna cum for you!" You grunted out, moaning behind her, feeling your climax near. Her eyes elated, a slight smile formed, instantly pounded away into submission by your cock, before Yuna started pleading with you.

"Cum for me! Cum deep inside me please! PLEASE please please please-" She begged, a submissive little slut begging for your seed, which was just enough to send you over the edge. You didn't want to cum without her however, and decided to make one last play before reaching the finish line. You leaned forwards, playing on the knowledge you had gotten from what she liked earlier this evening, opening your mouth and protruding your tongue, licking her spine from as far down to the base you could move upwards. She started twitching upon feeling your spit on her back, soon followed by her legs twitching and her pussy tightening. If this wasn't enough to tell you your gamble was a success, her screaming "Yes!" sure was. Your cock pulsed, shooting load after load into the condom inside of her, her walls vibrating rhythmically, as you took in this sensation, almost unable to keep yourself standing during.

After you came, you pulled out of her and took a few steps back. Yuna was now standing on her toes, her entire upper body laying on the make-up table, and her head had turned to face you, but her eyes were momentarily closed. You took in the sight of the half-passed out, fucked silly girl, before dropping back into the couch, taking a seat and a much needed breather.

Yuna had heard you falling down onto the couch, causing her to open her eyes and look towards you. She picked herself up with whatever strength she had, stumbling towards you and falling down onto the couch next to you. She was laying on her stomach, her ass up, red from you crashing into her.

She tilted her head upwards and looked at you, satisfied with your performance and proud of herself for picking you out. Her feet were up in the air, kicking like a giddy schoolgirl, before forming a circle with her left thumb and index finger wrapping around the part of the condom dividing your tip and your cum. She squeezed tight, cutting off any flow, then pulled the condom off of your dick carefully so as not to leak a single drop of cum. She tied a knot at the bottom of the condom to make sure its contents were safe. You looked on as she did this, while her eyes focused on your groin, impressed with the fact that she still had any energy left.

"A souvenir to remind me of you." She murmured, loud enough for you to hear, before grabbing a Ziploc bag and pen that had been lying on the table all evening long, placing your condom inside and writing your name in it and zipping it closed.

"Thank you." You spoke up to her, still unable to believe any of this happened. "This was a once in a lifetime experience for me." You continued, grateful to have been given this chance. Yuna looked back up at you, her head ever so slightly tilted sideways, puzzled at your remark.

"Are you coming to any of our other shows?" She asked you in response, suddenly changing the topic.

"Ehm, actually, I'm coming to see you at your show in two days as well." You replied back ever so confused. You thought she must have felt burdened by your remark and just wanted to get this over with while still being polite.

She smirked the same devious smile you gave her when you pounded the life out of her, and in less than a second had thrown her entire mouth over your cock, her tongue wrapping around your shaft from tip to base, sucking and slurping hard, licking every inch before releasing you with a pop.

"You'll have to be clean for that show too." She taunted you, her voice daring, playful and bubbly all at the same time. "And I wouldn't be so sure about that ‘once in a lifetime’ part." She smiled seductively, her eyes wide open staring deep into your soul. "Your dick tastes nice after you've made me cum, after all."

[donutz]

Sebastian Solace accidently meeting reader

Sebastian was looking for items resulted in seeing you

— Sebastian actually doesn't do that, he just comes across them and uses it for sales

Warnings: Non human reader; Reader is 11'4, taller than Sebastian!!; Reader has a small tail, that's hidden under there clothes; Reader isn't naked, you have clothes on yay!!; You have 4 extra eyes from being mixed with a spider; Bad words, again

Here's a body reference I drew, with a mouse!! ^_^ It's not that good but i tried my best ,^^ the tiny text says spider

“Ugh, these doors are so small”.. You thought.

You had to crouch through them, every. Single. Time. Why not bust out of a window? You looked at the wide glass to your left, thinking. Yeah why not.

Jumping through it, you realized that those were really weak windows. They might as well have been just the wall if they were really that weak! You would think that they were tempered at least.

You swim and swim, occasionally stopping to peer into the rooms. Sometimes you’d even knock on the windows to look at the squiddles. The other monsters never appeared, but those ones did.

After passing through many walls and windows, you look into another room. Seeing a tall humanoid like creature just sliding through.

Wait what.

You do a double take, not expecting another one to look like you.

Slightly swaying your legs, you move towards the glass. Putting your hands on it. You can only see the backside of him, looking him up and down. Just out of interest and curiosity.

He stops searching through the drawers and turns to his side, not seeing you. He moves to the next room, and you move right with him. It seems like he’s looking for items.

He looks at the window anddd.. Flinches back, with his palm facing you right in front of his chest. You hear his mumbled yell through the glass.

You wave.

As if you didn’t just startle him.

Smiling really wide, just no teeth showing, your small tail wagging.

You hear him curse. Uhm.. You move to the side and break the window with your fist,

“Oops” You say after putting your head through the hole.

Turning your head, you were going to say hello, but he was gone! You break through the window using your whole body, and fix it up with your… Powers!

“Come back”! You shout, crawling through the doors, each time you did, you saw him.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”!!

That wasn’t a very good first meeting, but it happened again. You saw him again. And again. And again. You know the drill by now yeah?

By the fourth time, he wasn’t phased.

Sigh, “Are you trying to get on my nerves or something”?

“How? I just want to see you”!

His face scrunches in confusion, “What”.

“I said I just wanted to see you! You’re only making yourself more mad with that temper of yours”.

His face fell monotone, ignoring you as he slithered through the doors.

You followed right behind him, or next to him. He didn’t want you behind him just in case you decided to do something dirty.

You observe him everytime he searches through the drawers, checks under them, and looks through the lockers.

While he was searching through a drawer, you asked a question.

“Why do you search for the items ‘n stuff”?

He closes the drawer, standing up. He turns around to face you.

“Why are you still here with me”?

“You didn’t answer my question”.

“You didn’t answer mine”.

You giggle, “You’re funny, Sebastian”.

He looks surprised that you even know his name, clenching his fists he yells out—

“HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME”?!

Now it’s your turn to look surprised. 

“From a certain shark”.

He scowls, ‘Dang it Eyefestation’.

“Anywho now that I answered yours, you answer mine”.

“You still didn’t answer my other question”.

“Then let’s take turns”.

You two stared at each other. Each stares having different meaning.

One with danger, confusion, and a small chance of fear.

The other with interest and sincerity.

One not being able to tell if it’s a mask.

The other being able to tell that One is scared.

“... Fine. It’s for my shop that I hold for the other players. Now what about you? Why are you still here with me”?

“Well it’s because I find you quite interesting really. I haven’t seen any other creature—”

‘Creature’?

“— Like you. You seem kinda on edge and I want to get to know you. Personally, I think you have a very kind heart”.

‘Kind heart? What the hell are you even saying’..

Your smile stays on your face, not once lingering. Your left hand gently grips your right wrist while both arms are behind your back. You sway side to side.

“Is your question answered Sebastian”?

“Don’t call me that”.

“Then what should I call you”?

“... Solace. Call me Solace”.

“Oh that’s a nice name. It kind of matches with your icy nature”.

Ughh. He verbally groaned. He slithered over to the next door, going through it, with you of course, following behind him.

Going through a few more doors, you ask—

“Can I see your shop”?

“Yeah fine, whatever. There’s no point since you probably don’t have any data anyways”.

“You use data as a currency? For what”?

“You ask—... Nevermind, yeah, I do. It’s so I could blackmail Urbanshade”.

He halfway turns his head to look at you, stopping.

“You’re not going to use that against me, a- are you”?

‘Shit’.

Your smile falters, realizing that he’s serious. And afraid.

“Of course not! I don’t even know what that is anyways”. You smile.

His mouth slightly opens, surprised.

“You- You’re not one of their experiments”?

“No! I was born like this! My parents were the experiments, but then I escaped”.

Sebastian didn’t say anything. How could you say that so— so happily?! A- And right in front of him too! You two just met h- how could—... How could you trust him so EASILY?!

After a bit of silence, you moved on.

“Anywayss!! I wanna see your shop! Show me”!

You walk ahead, leaving Sebastian standing there by himself baffled. Before he shakes his head and continues to move.

Eventually you two find his shop and you chill.

You see his documents on the table and question him, asking who’s documents are those. He tells you that they’re his.

“Can I buy em”?

“You got 1000 data”?

“I got my backstory”!

“... Sorry, data’s the only currency”.

“Oh man :(”

I read all of this and this seems like a quick read :(

[codnasties]

ghost training the rookies 👻 (🌽 link) -male reader-

training newbies, although not the most exciting thing, is part of his job description. every once in a while he welcomes a fresh batch of rookies who are outright rude and disrespectful -definitely mouthy-, nothing he can't handle.

but when these rookies can't seem to understand discipline, he begins to grow tired and starts losing his patience. and you, one of those newcomers, happened to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and the lieutenant hears. and he's not happy. by punishing you, he aims to teach you a lesson and set an example for the rest of the troop.

however, this isn't your typical punishment - by now ghost knows those methods don't work -. he orders you to lie on your back and open your mouth wide, giving him easy access to your throat so he can use your throat and teach you some manners.

at first, that big cock of his making you gag just from the sheer size when he slides in. when you think you've finally somewhat gotten used to the feeling, ghost suddenly starts to fuck your throat relentlessly - his balls hitting your face with each thust and him cooing at you, telling you how much of a bad boy you've been, asking you if you finally understood who's in charge.

what ghost didn't expect was for you to keep misbehaving on purpose, just to get his cock ;)

thanks to @ghostsandguns and @nox-swansea for beta reading this ♡ -specially @ghostsandguns for fully checking it -

[coldfanbou]

Meeting Your Idol

Eunha day! Today, we get a little help from our girlfriend Wonyoung and meet our favorite idol. Turns out they had a slightly different plan for you. Who would've known Wonyoung likes watching?

Length 2.3K

Eunha X Mreader with cuck Wonyoung

“Don’t touch it,” Wonyoung said, her hands gently pushing you forward. 

“Can you at least tell me what this is about?” 

“I told you I had a gift for you.”

“I don’t even know where I am anymore.”

“And you don’t need to.” She replied, her hand continuing to push you forward, and occasionally, you were provided a direction to turn. With the blindfold on, you were a little more than hesitant with every step. 

“You know, you didn’t need to do anything for me.” You call out. It was partly true; having Wonyong as your girlfriend was already great on its own. You knew any present she got you would have a lot of thought put into it. 

“I know, but things just lined up for me to get you the best gift. Now be quiet, we’re almost there,” she said, her hand shifting from your back to your hand. Wonyoung moved from pushing you along to leading you. 

“Hey, hold on,” you call out, getting into a slight jog as she rushes forward. 

“Almost there,” Wonyoung said with a slight giggle. Wonyoung places her hand on your chest, slowing you down. She pats your chest as a signal. “Don’t take it off yet,” she whispers. Wonyoung knocks on a door, three distinct hits coming along before silence. Wonyoung knocks again, one, two, and you hear the sound of the door opening before you feel Wonyoung tug on your arms, bringing you into what should be a room. At this point, you couldn’t be sure; you still didn’t know where you were. “Alright, here we are. Now I’m going to leave you here for a little bit. I want you to enjoy everything here, and I mean everything.” The emphasis she added to everything had you tilting your head. 

“What do you mean?” You ask, turning toward the direction her voice had come from. There’s no response, though, and the sound of the doors closing tells you something's not quite right. You grab the blindfold and take it off. Turning around, you see the closed door. “Wonyoung?” You call out, looking around the room until your eyes spot a young woman. Not just any young woman, though, it was your favorite idol. Was it a little blasphemous to think that when you had Wonyoung as a girlfriend? Maybe. Either way, you couldn’t control yourself. You were stunned, your cheeks rose into a smile you couldn’t wipe off your face. Your favorite idol, Eunha, was right in front of you. She gave you a small wave, her signature smile on her face. “E-eunha,” you manage to get out. It was all you could say; you were starstruck, feet glued to the ground.

“Hi,” Eunha says, her sweet and cheerful voice ringing in your ears. Seeing that you still couldn’t move from your spot, Eunha stands up. She walks over to you, her soft hand grabbing yours. Your hands got clammy quickly, but it didn’t seem to bother Eunha. She calmly led you to the couch where she was sitting.  Eunha sits first, then pats the seat next to her with her free hand.

“Wonyoung tells me you're a big fan.”

“I-uhm, yes.” You reply, stumbling over yourself to get a single word out. Eunha giggles. She thought it was cute that you would be so nervous meeting her. It made the next part all the easier. As soon as you sat next to her, she leaned her face inches from yours. You babbled, unable to think of a single thing to say, and having the beauty's face so close to yours made you oblivious to her actions. 

Eunha had slipped her hand along your pants, fishing out your cock. It’s only when she glances down that you realize.

“E-eunha,” you moan, feeling her soft hand move across your shaft. 

“Shh, let me get you ready,” she whispers, her plump lips pressing against your neck. “I just need you to relax.” Her hand tightens around your cock as she straddles you. Eunha wraps both hands around your shaft, tugging at it gently. She kisses your neck again, her lips lingering on your skin. “Don’t worry about Wonyoung either. She’s enjoying this too.”  You wonder what she means, but with a flick of her eyes, it clicks. Your eyes shift to your left, where Eunha looked briefly, and a large mirror ran across the wall. Eunha must’ve meant that Wonyoung was watching from the other side of the wall. Knowing that your girlfriend was watching you get it on with someone else was erotic. It made you feel better, stronger in a way. 

You relaxed a little, letting Eunha work her magic. You’d never get this chance again. 

Eunha moves her hands along your shaft, moving them together as she leans in for a kiss. You feel electricity shoot through your body. You were kissing Eunha; you felt the young woman’s tongue trace your lips. It slowly pushed past your own and began exploring your mouth. Eunha’s hand kept a steady pace, even as precum dribbled out and began coating her hands. 

Your moans intensified as she changed her tactics. Eunha was solely moving her hands to the base of your cock now, when one reached the bottom, she’d let go and move that hand back to the top. You moaned in the kiss, Eunha in complete control of your body. “You’re already throbbing,” Eunha tells you. “Where do you want to cum. On my pretty hands? Or on my face? Or maybe you want me to drink it all?” You cock twitched at every option, but Eunha could feel the last one go on just that little bit longer. “Naughty boy, you want your favorite idol to swallow all that nasty cum of yours,” Eunha teased, a slight pout on her face. 

The pout doesn’t last long as she breaks into a smile and climbs off your lap. Eunha keeps one hand on your cock, stroking it while she rests the tip on her tongue. She teases you, moving it from side to side but never sucking on it. Your body tenses as you near your climax. “Cum whenever you want. I’m ready.” She says, moving her hair behind her ear. You can’t handle it any longer. Staring at Eunha pretty face as your cock sat on her tongue pushed you over the edge. You spurt ropes of semen on her tongue, slowly filling her mouth as more shoots out. When you’re done, Eunha’s mouth looks like a small pool. A pool that quickly drains as she shuts her mouth and tilts her head back, drinking your cum.

From behind the glass Wonyoung watches as the older woman drinks your cum. She was already naked, playing with herself as she watched the lewd act before her, whimpering because the pleasure was already wrecking her body. Wonyoung grabbed at her breasts, moaning in the otherwise quiet room as she drove the dildo inside her deeper. She had never imagined she would get the chance to watch her partner fuck another woman, so having that opportunity now she was making the most of it. She grabbed another dildo from the table beside her and began sucking on the tip, her focus shifting from one dildo to the other. 

“All gone,” Eunha says with pride as she opens her mouth. “Now it’s time for the real show.” Eunha rises to her feet, reaching to the side to undo her skirt. You watch it fall to the ground, your eyes slowly drifting back up Eunha’s legs, noticing the curves she has until your eyes stop at her panties. A simple black pair of panties greeted you, with a small wet spot in the middle. A second later, your sight was blocked. Eunha had thrown her shirt at you. “Don’t just stare,” she teases you. You grab the shirt she had thrown at you and put it to the side, your eyes move on from her panties. Eunha wasn’t wearing a bra. Her pale perky tits were out for you to see your eyes became glued to her rosy nipples. Eunha raised her arm, bringing it under her chest. It held up her perky breasts.

Seeing the way you stared at Eunha made Wonyoung’s body feel like it was on fire. She whined as she pushed the dildo deeper into her slit, she was so close and you guys hadn’t even started yet. Wonyoung bit her lip and tried to slow her hand, she didn’t want to cum so soon, even if the temptation was gnawing at her. 

You gulped, struggling to think of anything. “Well?” Eunha asked, bending over. You looked at the small valley between her hanging breasts. “What do you think?”

“Amazing,” you said in a hushed tone. Eunha giggles at your answer. She reaches forward, grabbing the waist of your pants and pulling them down.

“I’m not going to be the only one naked here. Hurry up.” You rush to get your clothes off, not caring where they landed. Soon, you and she were naked, well, almost naked. Eunha kept her panties on; you hadn’t even noticed they were still on until she brought your attention to them.  “I’ll let you do the honors,” Eunha said, her voice laced with a joking sort of pride. 

You lean forward, grabbing at the waistband of her panties. You glance at the young woman’s eyes before moving your gaze back to her panties. You begin to pull them down slowly, revealing Eunha’s neatly trimmed landing strip as you continue to remove them. Once you got past her hips, you dropped them, letting them fall to the ground. Now that you were both completely naked, Eunha pushed you, making you rest against the couch as she straddled you again. 

Your favorite idol grabbed your hands, bringing them to her soft mounds. Eunha cooed as she felt your hands immediately squeeze her breasts. You were too engrossed in their softness to notice Eunha had grabbed your cock. The young woman was rubbing it between her wet folds. You only noticed something when Eunha began to lower herself onto you. The warmth of her slick walls enveloped you as she took every inch. Your hands shake as Eunha’s walls squeeze you. She was working her muscles tightly around your cock. 

Wonyoung from her room mimicked Eunha’s moves, pushing the toy inside her, its silicone balls slapping against her skin. It made Wonyoung tremble. She bit her lip again nearly cumming. She watched Eunha's movements intently, ready to mimic them for her pleasure.

Seeing you struggle with the pleasure coursing through your body, Eunha giggled. The idol began to move, raising her body before slamming herself down. Her body jiggled when she crashed down. It sent a shock through your system, but Eunha continued raising herself again before dropping down.  You shudder, moaning Eunha’s name as she rides your cock. She coats your cock with her nectar, making it easier for her to slide up and down your shaft. Eunha caresses your cheek as she bounces on your cock, “Does it feel good?”

“Good,” you mumble out. Eunha laughs and brings your hands to her waist, dragging them along her smooth and soft body to their destination. You lean forward, attaching yourself to her breast, running your tongue along her rosy areola before flicking her nipple. Eunha coos and wraps her hands around your head, pulling you in close.

“Aw, you’re just a bit of a baby, aren’t you?” She teased. You hug Eunha, moaning into her chest as she continues to ride you, her ass pressing against your legs as she tries to get every inch inside her hungry cunt. “You can cum whenever you like,” Eunha adds. 

Wonyoung had had enough; she had edged herself for long enough, and after seeing you and Eunha getting close, she needed more. She pulled the dildo from her cunt and moved as quickly as she could to your room, her fingers rubbing her slit, keeping her on the edge of cumming.

You feel Eunha press against you harder for a moment, “Cum inside her.” The voice wasn’t Eunha’s, it was Wonyoung’s. You drag your head away from Eunha’s chest and see your girlfriend behind your idol. “You heard me. Cum inside her, she wants it. Isn’t that right, Eunha?”

Eunha nods, her walls constricting around you. You struggle to hold on, your girlfriend was telling you to cum inside another woman. You couldn’t handle it. You grip Eunha tightly, your cock throbbing wildly. She slams herself down onto you, making you cum. It all pours inside her. Eunha moans loudly, along with Wonyoung. 

It’s now you notice that Wonyoung was naked too, her fingers vigorously rubbing her clit. Wonyoung sits beside you, turning your head and kissing you. “It was so hot watching you two. I wish you could’ve seen the way Eunha’s ass shook when she dropped on you,” Wonyoung says, grabbing a handful of the older woman’s ass. “Did you like your gift?”

“I liked it a lot,” you say, trying to catch your breath. 

“And you, Eunha?”

“It was pretty good,” Eunha says, rocking her hips back and forth, your cock still inside her. “It feels so nice to be filled like this. Thanks for setting this up, Wonyoung.”

“I’m just glad it all worked out perfectly. We all got something out of it.” 

“I didn’t know you liked watching,” you reply.

“Oh, Wonyoung loves watching,” Eunha chirps. “She’s always touching herself whenever the girls have fun after a show. I didn’t know she would be a cuckqueen, though; she’s kinkier than I thought.” Eunha runs her hand down Wonyoung’s arm, “Maybe, next time we’ll tie her up and make her a real cuck,” she giggled. Your cock twitch at the idea of your girlfriend being tied up and watching you. “Oh, I think he likes it.” 

“I like it, too,” Wonyoung adds, biting her fingernail. The idea turns her on, “Why don’t we plan it now, then?” The temptation of such a good time overtakes her, and Wonyoung commits to the idea for a future time. 

[prael]

Day 1: Scandal

Aespa Karina x male reader smut

words: 4,260 12 Days of Praelmas Masterlist

They're calling it the scandal of the century. A downright disaster. People scrambled in the aftermath, but the damage had been done, the proverbial milk spilt. And oh, did the milk spill alright. It sounds like everyone had tuned in right around the country. Hell, right around the world.

If they didn't catch it live, then they certainly caught the post-game replays.

There are a lot of those going around.

No amount of damage control could have prevented it from exploding all over the Internet and into every gossip rag imaginable. But damn it if her PR team hadn't tried to stop it anyway. They had gone on the offence—attacking everyone and anyone who had even so much as hinted at the incident. Filing every legal document they could just get it removed.

It doesn't matter. The damage is done. The ties are cut and you're both hung out to dry.

Well before it happened, there had been warnings. Karina was still fresh off the back of her first Dispatch leak. The two of them weren't even really dating. Two young, rich and hot adults were just fooling around, so once it hit the press and the online articles came in, she took the axe to that relationship right away. She could always find another dick to ride on.

That she did; your dick, and damn did she ride it.

It was a friend of a friend thing. You know one of those 'I showed this girl your picture and she wants to get to know you' things. To be honest, you thought it was a joke. Of course, you did. How often does some K-pop starlet want to have dinner with you?

Anyway, three months down the line and you're two and half months deep into, well, being deep into her.

Her apartment is nice. Her bed is nicer, or at least it is with her in it.

You spent night after night together doing every nasty, carnal thing she wanted. She loves it. You would come to realise she's a bit of a nymphomaniac—and you fucking love it. But, even still, you kept it casual. Kept it quiet.

Didn't work too well.

There was a close call, once.

You put it down to getting a little too comfortable. The guard slipped for just the briefest moment of weakness. Though, if anything, you would at least put part of the blame on the whole system. See, Karina can't catch a flight without the entire thing being documented. She arrives at the airport and they're all there waiting with cameras in hand to get the latest snap of her airport fashion as she comes out of the van. They know what flight she's on and the exact departure time, and then when she lands there's another group of fans waiting.

So it goes without saying, you two can't just waltz in there hand-in-hand. So you book the same flight, seated far enough away from her that no one would question a thing. You shouldn't speak, not until you're safely at the other end and in the privacy of the hotel room, but Karina is Karina.

So she texted you, this one time in the departure lounge. A twenty-minute window and directions to the toilets of the private lounge. There, in the small cubicle, you slipped down her jeans, turned her around, bent her over and made her feel good.

It was quick and messy. Nothing like how the sex would be in her hotel later that night. You had her cheek pressed against the door of the cubicle, your hand covering her mouth to stifle the noise, and your dick going balls deep in her hot pussy while her hand rubbed away at her clit. It was desperate and hungry—more the need to release the sexual tension than to enjoy it.

But damn was it fun.

She deepened the arch of her back and presented herself just that bit more for you and you watched every inch go inside her with each thrust. Watched as your cock spread apart those soft pussy lips of hers and vanished into the warm embrace of her body. Her ass shook as your hips slapped against it and eventually, her legs trembled so much that you had to wrap your arm around her waist to keep her up.

But when you came—and you came deep—someone entered the bathroom. Their presence was unknown until you heard the faucet run. For a brief, horrifying moment you thought it might be someone waiting to bust you.

A security guard or maybe a tabloid reporter ready to get their story. The scandal of the century? Not quite.

Just another passenger. They didn't even realise who they were next to as they washed their hands. But the idea that you both could've been caught, had Karina let that moan slip or if you hadn't just stopped pounding her against the door so hard that it rattled the hinges.

Afterwards, with your spent dick sliding out from between her tight thighs, it was something Karina whispered in your ear. She said, "That was close. We'll have to be more careful."

If only you knew just how careless she was about to be...

See, it was a pretty normal evening. She texted you a time to come over, and you took all the usual precautions. (There's a side door into the block and a service elevator that Karina made sure to get the passcode for.) Admittedly, you got there five minutes early, but it wasn't the first time it had happened, and since the first time, Karina made sure to leave a sock on the bedroom door just in case it happened again. She was streaming, you see, an Instagram live session. One of those things where the adoring fans get to listen to their idols talk about themselves, or their day, or sometimes with Karina, something a little out of the ordinary.

So you waited. A drink of water, sitting on her couch, and letting curiosity take over. You opened up her Instagram, watched her for a few minutes, and smiled to yourself because, as usual, she was simply being Karina. No topic, just rambling, but there were thousands watching anyway, because well, why wouldn't they?

A smile crept onto your face as you watched, knowing that she was in the next room, just looking that good, and soon enough you would be in there ravishing her. There were thousands upon thousands of other people, jealous of you without even realising you existed, who would give almost anything to be in your shoes—to be able to do the things you do to Karina. Fuck, some of them would probably sell everything they owned.

Then she started saying goodbye to people. Signing off, wishing them a good night, whatever. So you locked the phone and waited until she came down the hallway.

She was moving quickly, right towards you. Bare feet hitting the wooden floor in hurried little slaps. She jumped right into your lap without so much as a 'Hello', and she clamped her legs, clad in tight yoga pants, around your waist. She grabbed either side of your face and kissed you, a hand reaching back and pulling on the hair at the base of your skull as she did.

And it wasn't soft either.

It was fierce and aggressive. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, pushing against your own, flicking over your teeth. She ground herself against the erection growing beneath her and breathed hot breath against your lips while biting down on the lower one.

"You," she gasped. "Take me to the bedroom... Now."

"Hi to you too," you joked, putting your arms under her butt.

She was so very easy to carry. Maybe because you had done it so many times before. But she had always been a light little thing, so slender apart from exactly the places you would want her to be big. It always made it so easy to pin her against the wall with her leg over your shoulder, to press her up against the shower and bounce her up and down on your cock while steam filled the bathroom. But mostly it was great because you could easily throw her down on the bed.

Tonight wasn't going to be any different.

Except it was, wasn't it? But neither of you knew that just yet.

As you walked toward her room, holding her gorgeous body up with nothing but a firm grasp on her ass, she kept whispering things to you. Whispered them right against your ear, her voice low and husky as she did. She told you about all the things that she wanted you to do to her. The things that she wanted to do to you. Like some raw, filthy script of a play long overdue to be performed.

"...and then I want you to put it right back in my pussy and cum in me again and again," she said it right as you pushed through the door. Look, Karina's room isn't that huge, but when you're dying to get your cock into her, going all the way to the bed seemed like such a pain when there was a perfectly good wall right there. You turned and pinned her against it.

There you two stayed for a while, locked in that embrace, kissing and nibbling. She wrestled your shirt off over your head while you peeled up her sports bra. You bent your head down to her chest and kissed along the valley between her breasts. Her soft skin warm against your lips, and you kept pressing them down on her, leaving faint wet marks until you reached one of those pert pink nipples. You cupped her tit and you sucked. Hard.

A little whimper of appreciation followed by a slight tremble through her body was the response.

You went from one to the other. Fingers caressing one and your mouth on the other, switching between them, never fully committing to either, keeping her guessing as to which nipple would feel the bliss next. Karina knew what she wanted, and she simply wouldn't wait. Maybe the rush to get fucked could be blamed for all of this.

See, while you sucked her tits, she pulled down her leggings and her underwear. Maybe it was desperation, maybe it was convenience, but she didn't even pull them past her knees. Instead, as you continued your adoration, she unbuckled your belt and let your trousers fall to the floor. Your underwear didn't last long either. She gave a couple of lazy strokes up the length of your cock, just enough for her to feel it getting hard. Enough for her to know you could give her what she needs.

She twisted between you and the wall and leaned against it; her tits pressing against the white paintwork, and she stuck out her ass. "Don't hold back," she instructed. "I need it."

For all the focus you gave her tits, Karina does have a hell of an ass.

So with her arms up above her head and grasping high, she looked perfect. The swell of her hips, the curve of her ass—it was just to be grabbed and slapped. Those legs looked fucking perfect, slightly muscled from hours of dance practice but still so thin and lean. And between them... fuck. If there's such a thing as a pussy so good it should win awards then Karina better prepare her speech.

You weren't gentle.

Gentle doesn't work for her. Gentle is boring. Normal. Vanilla. Karina's tasted it all before and she's bored. You won't remember the first time she said those words to you. She made you promise not to judge her but she told you exactly how depraved and slutty she really wants to be in bed.

So when she said, "Fuck me hard," you did exactly that.

Spit on your cock was enough to get it slick. You stroked the tip up and down across her waiting pussy a couple of times and found the right place. Then you slid it right inside her, letting it rest buried for just a moment before you pulled back. You didn't even go halfway before you thrust it right back into her. Right down to the balls. Deep as you can go.

A pleasured hiss passed over clenched teeth as her cheek pressed against the wall and she nodded, just once, telling you that she wanted more. You fucked her harder, feeling her hot insides clench at your cock. Her hips smacked against the wall with each thrust, the room echoing with the sounds of your flesh coming together. The squelch of her wet hole was barely audible over her cries. Cries that steadily increased in volume the longer you held her against the wall, the more aggressively you bucked your hips against her, the harder you drove your dick into her body.

"Don't stop!" she cried out as her legs shivered.

No danger of that.

Maybe you should have.

Karina was struggling. To not fall apart in your hands, to hold herself against the wall, but also just to keep breathing as the intensity of your deep pounding washed over her, making her shudder and shake in front of you. One of her hands flew down to between her legs. The tips of her fingers went in a circle around her clit.

But as much fun as taking her against the wall was, she would fall if you continued.

So you did what you knew you could so easily do, just threw her. Her quivering body collapsed onto her bed after a small stumble. Right into the one place in the room, she shouldn't be.

See, Karina was sitting just here, maybe ten minutes earlier. You were watching, on your phone. She had chatted and joked and waved goodbye, just where you were about to fuck her.

She clambered up the bed and onto all fours, looking back at you with lust-drunk eyes, urging you on, needing to be fucked some more. So you crawled right up behind her, took a grip of those beautiful hips and you slipped your cock back inside her.

One stroke and you bottomed out within her.

Two strokes and she began moaning again.

By the third, you were slamming her forward with each push.

The bed creaked in protest as you hammered yourself into Karina, keeping up with what she wanted as she pushed back at you, meeting every buck of your hips with equal force and speed. At least one orgasm tore through her body. You felt it in the way her body contracted around your thick shaft as you drove it deep inside her, but also heard it in the way she screeched through gritted teeth. Saw it as she clawed at the blankets, grabbing handfuls of material and pulling at them as her body tensed up.

"Cum," she pleaded with just the one word.

And that's what you did. Her little pussy made sure of it. Feeling her spasm around you, squeezing your throbbing cock so tightly that you couldn't resist but join her in ecstasy. So you flooded her sweet cunt, sending ropes of cum into her waiting body, painting her walls, feeling every inch of her pussy pulse as her body urged yours to give her everything it had. Her cries mingled with the heavy panting as you emptied your balls within her.

You couldn't keep it up. Fucking Karina sometimes feels too intense, takes so much energy out of you, makes your muscles burn. So you had to withdraw from her and rest back on your haunches, catching your breath, your heart racing. But Karina is Karina.

She turned around and before you could move, she had taken hold of your thighs and moved forward. Her lips wrapped around the tip of your glistening cock and began sucking on it. As her tongue rolled across the slit and along the underside, tasting your seed and her own juices combined. Her cheeks hollowed, eyes staring up at you from behind damp hair and you felt her moans reverberating through you.

How can she do this every time? How can she make you recover so quickly? Because you did. No sooner had Karina placed her head in your lap than you grew hard again. You were left fighting that war against conflicting desires: whether to push her off and have her again or keep the pleasure of having her mouth on you. Every swirl of her tongue across the sensitive parts of your cock, the feeling of her lips gliding along its length, her throat opening and the tightness taking your crown.

"Oh shit..." you groaned. "Are you trying to kill me?"

She didn't answer but you noticed her hips wiggle slowly side-to-side.

It wasn't long before she relinquished the grasp she had on your thighs and let you pull her into position. A roll onto her back. A pillow under her lower back. You hooked one leg over your shoulder while she held the other out wide, laying right on the edge of the bed. You sank into her again and again, rocking the entire bed with each thrust.

And how you only wish now that you had at literally any point taken a look to your right. Maybe you would have questioned why her phone was still there. Maybe you would have made her check the thing was actually off.

Of course, you know now the mistake that Karina made.

You pushed her down into the bed, pressing her leg against her chest as you fucked her. Fucked her deeply. You had changed the tempo now, switched to something slower, more powerful and purposeful. That load you left in her cunt made the whole thing a mess. You pounded into her and it spilt between you, running down her ass and soaking her bedding. Karina gasped as her second climax crashed through her.

Her phone caught it all.

Every minute.

When Karina came, so loud, so hard, so intense that she didn't know who or where she was, people were watching. Her fans watched. When she said your name as she stared up into your eyes with such gratitude, they were listening. And when you came for the second time, she made sure everyone could hear.

"I feel it," she whispered, her fingers digging into your arms. "I feel it. All of it. Give me more. Fill me."

She pulled at her thighs, spreading herself open and making you groan into the crook of her neck as your throbbing dick pulsed, unleashing another load of thick cum deep within her body, making another wonderful mess. Leaving her already soaked cunt saturated. Together you lay like that, two exhausted bodies wrapped in an embrace, your cock twitching, occasionally releasing a few drops inside her. Karina giggled.

"There's nothing better than that feeling," she groaned. "Nothing... better."

She looked right into your eyes as she said it.

"It's my favourite thing in the world."

So you kissed her, both of you falling into the tangled mass of sweat-soaked blankets while you stayed on top of her. She didn't want to let go, not yet, not while the closeness and warmth were shared. Your bodies pressed together with your softening cock still inside her until eventually you slipped out and came to lie beside her. She nestled up against your chest.

In the silence that proceeded, there was a vibration across the room. Your phone is still in your pocket, somewhere on the floor. You let it ring out, while you lay there, breathing heavily. Again it vibrated. "Ugh," you groaned, "Leave me alone."

"Is someone missing you?" Karina teased.

"Doubt it," you replied.

Karina let her hand trace patterns across your chest, moving slowly towards your hip. You knew the game. Get you hard again, and ride you into the middle of next week. It worked, too. Even though you protested, her hand wrapping around your shaft soon brought it back to life. Sensitive strokes had you squirming and groaning.

"Well, whoever it is will just have to deal with the fact you're mine tonight," she purred.

Then you heard an unusual noise. Another buzz. But not your phone. From somewhere else. But you paid it no attention as Karina got up from your chest, swung her leg over you and began lowering herself down onto you. What started as slow gentle fucking quickly progressed back to something far hungrier and desperate. Her nails dragged lines across your torso, your hands gripping tightly at her waist to steady her. You watched as your cum leaked out of her cunt and onto you as she rode.

You reached between her legs and scooped up a blob, bringing it to her lips.

"Lick it," you told her. "Taste it."

And she opened wide for your fingers and cleaned them up. "That's what you wanted?"

"Yeah. Tell me what it tastes like."

"Tastes like us," she moaned, fucking you faster, pushing you deeper.

Then she leaned back, making a show of the way she rolled her hips against you. Bouncing as she impaled herself on you. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed as another orgasm approached. It built slowly, the intensity growing higher and higher until she teetered on the edge, balanced between bliss and rapture. The way her tits bounced had you hypnotised. Focus locked on her. Ignoring the phone that continued to ring.

She was close. Really close. Riding you frantically. Her moans turned into short desperate gasps until she had no voice left. You heard the scream before and saw how hard she came, but now you had front-row seats to watch it all again. Her muscles tightened and spasmed. Her rhythm faltered.

Your phone rang.

"Shit. Oh fuck!" she screamed, throwing her head back, arching her spine and freezing mid-thrust.

Her cunt gripped you tightly. Squeezing, milking. Urging you to release within her once more and give her that final gift. You felt her leak over you. Watched as her pussy throbbed as she rode out those final moments, struggling to continue as her strength failed. You grabbed her hips and did the work. Thrusting up into her repeatedly. Feeling her cum dribbling down your shaft and over your balls. Fuck, she's messy.

She panted desperately and let her arms drop by her side, staying arched and leaning back. You helped her balance. She needed it.

Your phone kept ringing.

You ignored it. You fucked up into her, wanting nothing more than to cum inside her again. Your muscles burned. You clenched your teeth. The pressure in your lower abdomen was unbearable. But you pounded up into Karina, making her call out with each thrust, while your grip on her probably turned her hips purple. The pleasure in you rose and rose, so fast, so intense, and without warning it broke.

You came again.

Holding her down and shooting your cum deep inside her. Gasping for air as you did, flooding her body with rope after rope until her insides dripped. Her thighs became glazed in the evidence of your passion.

Then you lowered her down to lie against your chest and you held her close. Until her breathing settled and you could hear her purr, "I think you've outdone yourself this time."

"I think you'll kill me," you joked in return.

"But imagine how happy I'd be if you died from giving me too many orgasms."

A laugh. Another vibration. "Whoever that is must really need me," you grumbled.

"Fuck them," she laughed.

"Why, when I can keep fucking you?"

Karina bit her lip. She seemed pleased with that answer. Then you realised that even as you softened within her, she hadn't stopped grinding against you. Making those slow circles, keeping herself stimulated and trying to get you hard again.

"You're relentless," you marvelled.

"And you love it."

"I love-"

There's a bang at the door and then a bell.

Karina groaned. She sighed. She relented.

Then she rolled off your spent cock, letting it slip from her swollen cunt and you both stared at the ceiling. "Maybe they'll go away?" you mused. They didn't.

"Come on," she huffed. "Stay there. Let me get rid of them."

You listened to her walk across the hardwood floor in her bare feet. Unstable steps courtesy of your enthusiastic rutting.

She pulled on a robe and left the room. Your phone vibrated again as she left, so finally you rolled out of the bed, crawled to find your pants and pulled the damn thing out.

More missed calls and messages than you could count, and not just one person. Your friends, Karina's friends, and... Karina's manager? Face recognition kicked in and the phone unlocked. You're staring at Karina's messy bed.

You're staring at Karina's messy bed on your screen.

The icon has the word 'live' beside it.

You're staring at Karina's messy bed on Instagram Live.

Your heart stops beating. Your breath catches in your throat. You swallow nothing. Wait. One. Two. Three.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" is the scream from across the apartment. You look at the phone again. Karina's messy bed, on Instagram Live, with millions of viewers.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

That was when the realisation of your combined carelessness struck you both—separated by a wall, finding out from two different sources.

Now, they're calling it the scandal of the century. A downright disaster.

[kujiba]

【I think, moto moto likes you! 】

୨୧ — ꒰ himbo!reader | he/him prounouns | NPC reader | shit posting

୨୧ — ꒰ Reader who's just your average Joe, going on about their day as an npc for the Traveler to pass by. Yet managed to rizz up a important character with 0 effort

Ft. Pantalone, Kaeya, Zhongli

A/n: I'm juggling two fanfics in one cause I'm him, also I need my himbo reader crumbs. OOC probably cause I can't read for shit

P A N T A L O N E

— Pantalone was never too fond with his subordinates nor co-workers, opting to instead focus his attention on the mora he had collected and Snezhnaya's economic policies. Indeed the man's plate was already a handfull to deal with.

— Though his life definitely took a turn once his eyes locked onto yours

— You were a simple worker for the fatui, only doing your job as a helper by carrying the more heavier and larger crates packed with weaponry for the fatui soldiers.

— To you, you generally look average, having no special qualities to be worth mentioned. But to him, good god you looked straight out of a Greek painting.

— Your muscles would bulge under your clothing, the buttons on their last lives trying to hold everything together. That sharp gaze that could cut through anything with a single stare, oh no.. HE'S HOT

— And before you knew it, your pay check began to SKY ROCKET. You almost thought it was a fever dream seeing 6 digit mora be handed over to you like it's nothing, even after you did barely anything.

— Curious enough, you decided to personally see him in his office, questioning why you abruptly received such high pay. Not that you minded it, but you were kinda worried this was some kind of final goodbye fee before you get fired or maybe worse.

— To say that Pantalone was excited to see you was an understatement, he was absolutely ECSTATIC too see your divine and gracious self in front of him in arms reach. Oh how he wished he could just reach out to you, imagining how your strong and well built arms would wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to your body.

— Pantalone had met with many attractive people in his life, many being above the average, but you? You're a different case. Pantalones legs felt weak and wobbly JUST by being close to you, it must be an achievement to have such an important character like him act like some high school girl with a crush.

— And some days later after, you'd be flabbergasted seeing yourself climbing the ranks in a rapid pace, earning yourself a position of Pantalones personal assistant...though grateful for this opportunity, you can't help but notice the man's undeniable favoritism to you.

K A E Y A

— Kaeya is often depicted as a confident or dramatic man, regularly seen chatting with the locals and having a faint deviousness in his sapphire eyes. Being one of the more relaxed members of the Knights of Favonius, surely nothing will break the man's inner self?

— So why is it that Kaeya is standing infront of you, shy and flustered with your hand on his shoulder, previously catching him after a slight trip.

"Are you alright sir?"

— Kaeya shuddered slightly, his body twitched hearing your voice be so close to his ear, he didn't expect your voice to be so...pleasant to hear

— He mentally cursed himself, being such a high figure and acting all embarrassed for some hot stranger

— But as the days passed by, Kaeya decided to grow a pair. You often found him in some alleyways, a vast field, or even when you take a small stroll outside of your house

— Kaeya might look all calm and collected in the outside, but mentally he felt flustered and even sometimes shy by your presence, he has to take a 5 minute breather before 'coincidentally' bumping into you for the 1947th time

— But you're a pretty nice guy, not commenting on Kaeyas behavior, so like any normal person, you decided to befriend him, thinking nothing much of it but a new friend to talk to.

— But to Kaeya? This was a WAVE of bewilderment

— Mostly, when making friends he's usually considering his benefits, not having much friends anyway despite his 'flirtatious' and 'laid back' attitude.

— Kaeya even sometimes experience a sense of longing, loneliness. He never had a true friend yet all his life, but when you offered to be his friend? He felt... Sort of relieved.

— Though he himself couldn't even explain the emotions swirling inside him, the sight of you soft smiling at him. You weren't befriending him for your own benefits, but to instead genuinely be his real friend.

— And before Kaeya knew it, the two of you began to grow closer and closer as the days passed, hanging out in angels share whenever Kaeya or you had some spare time.

— He only hoped you'd accept his confession in the near future, but for now. He liked it this way.

Z H O N G L I

— Zhongli has his fair shares of companions, some still staying by his side till this day, while some others had to go. The mans basically seen it all at this point, with an experience of over 5000+ he's already accumulated thousands of stories to tell

— And you're just a guy who likes to listen in on stories here and there while eating some freshly cooked Chop Suey (杂碎)

— You two met while Zhongli was taking a small walk in Liyue Harbor, he who was peacefully enjoying the harmony and the people, admiring the sky and plants. And you who traveled from Fontaine to Liyue just to try some food and visit a family member

— You, obviously lost in the city decided to come up to him immediately since he looked pretty wise and handsome. Zhongli didn't mind guiding you around the harbor, since he had some spare time anyways

— Zhongli couldn't help but take note of how.. Tall you were compared to him, it was almost unreal. He'd met with many humans before, all of them being unique with one another, and you were no different.

— Zhonglis eyes quietly glanced at your body before right back at your oblivious smiling face, it wasn't right to check out a stranger so intimately. He had to keep his himself under control and provide you with the necessary details on your trip.

— Though, his keen eye already took notice of how you were absolutely mesmerized at him, not being able to listen much and only giving small nods.

— Zhongli eventually grew curious enough to ask why you stared at him so delicately

"Is there something on your mind?"

"Oh! Haha, sorry you're just very handsome and smart. Thank you alot sir"

— You shaked his hand and left, thanking him for his guidance, leaving a confused yet embarrassed Zhongli.

— Zhonglis gloved hand covered his face that was turning slightly red, what was it that made him so bashful? Was it the way you smiled at him? Or how you bluntly praised him out of the blue? Zhongli wasn't a stranger to compliments, yet when you said it.. Suddenly everything came crashing down.

— By the next day, Zhongli luckily found you once again, eating some of Liyues delicacies while listening on some stories, stories that were specifically about the Geo archon.

— Over time, Zhongli began to grow more and more intrigued by you each time you two cross paths, the way you act so aloof yet kind to the people, or how you always say anything that's on your mind keeps Zhongli more and more entertained by you. Regularly looking forward to meeting you every day.

— Zhongli wasn't unaware of what he was feeling as he grew closer and closer to you, even dropping some subtle hints to show his feelings for you. Yet the himbo you are, you answer completely oblivious to his feelings.

— Well, he has alot of spare time in his hands anyway. Slow and steady wins the race, and Zhongli could wait for thousands of days just for you.

A/n: Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Thanks for reading≧﹏≦

[count-on-mi]

Tokyo Hot (MiSaMo)

A/N: So its going to be a new series/collection of one shots about Twice and their investor, aka me. The first chapter is the Misamo at Tokyo Dome, enjoy!

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In the private box at Tokyo Dome, sunlight streams through the massive dome, casting a glow that highlights the stunning, heart-stirring figures of Misamo. As TWICE's financial backer, I have long claimed all nine of them as my forbidden possessions, each one my slave. Tonight, I invited Mina, Sana, and Momo to serve as the opening pitch guests for the Major League Baseball friendly game in Japan. Dressed in white tops emblazoned with "Dodgers" and paired with tight blue jeans, their youthful and sensual allure is deadly, every inch of their skin whispering endless submission and devotion. Mina stands on the left, number 37, her long black hair cascading like silk to her shoulders, her snow-white skin as delicate as cream, her tall and slender frame boasting endless legs and a waist as flexible as a willow swaying in the breeze, exuding an elegant yet irresistible sensuality. In the middle is Sana, number 12, her brown wavy hair flowing like waves, her gentle aura laced with intense temptation, her eyes seemingly speaking, carrying a soul-stealing smile like a seductive abyss that draws one in. To the right is Momo, number 64, her black short hair sleek and sharp, her curves exquisite, her round and perky buttocks radiating mature wildness, every move dripping with allure, her full chest faintly visible under the short top, like forbidden fruit begging to be tasted. As the three stand by the field, the audience erupts in thunderous gasps of admiration, camera flashes flickering incessantly, yet unable to conceal the silent submission they harbor deep within toward my control, adding a layer of forbidden temptation.

As their master, I have long struck a deal with their management company, their bodies and souls belonging to me, a secret transaction that infuses every glance and gesture with a shiver-inducing devotion. While the audience in Tokyo Dome remains immersed in the game's aftermath, a familiar orgiastic feast unfolds quietly between us in the box, the air thick with a potent sensual aroma. The door is locked, shutting out the outside world's clamor, and I approach the three slowly, a satisfied smile curling my lips, my eyes gleaming with limitless dominion over their flesh, my pants bulging with a hard, rigid protrusion, exuding a primal masculine scent like a beast poised to devour its prey.

"My three little sluts, it's time to serve your master well tonight," I growl, my voice hoarse and authoritative, laced with an insatiable hunger for them, every word carrying an invisible command. My gaze roams freely over their bodies, savoring the treasures that are already mine, lingering on their chests, buttocks, and long legs, my smile deepening as if anticipating the wild revelry to come.

Mina steps forward first, her movements tinged with familiar obedience, biting her lower lip as her trembling hands slowly unbutton her top, revealing a black semi-transparent silk bra. Her cleavage is deep and mesmerizing, her two plump, white breasts straining against the fabric, so tempting they make one's blood race, as if beckoning my touch. Her fingers trace the bra's edge, unclasping it slowly, and her breasts spring free, nipples pink and erect, surrounded by a faint rosy halo that glows enticingly under the dim light, like ripe cherries waiting to be plucked, their flesh quivering slightly with each breath, exuding an alluring fragrance. Sana and Momo exchange a glance before beginning to shed their clothes as well, their naked bodies appearing utterly lascivious under the dim glow, like three perfect statues radiating deadly temptation. Mina's tall figure stands like a jade pillar, her waist slender, her abdomen flat without a trace of fat, the skin around her navel smooth as silk, glistening with seductive sheen; Sana's soft curves emit a warm allure, her skin so pale it’s nearly translucent, her private area faintly revealing a hint of pink, her sparse, neatly trimmed pubic hair like a meticulously groomed garden of temptation; Momo’s voluptuous form carries a hint of wantonness, her round buttocks perky, her full breasts trembling slightly in the air, exuding a strong sensual aura, the curves of her flesh casting seductive shadows under the light, utterly captivating.

I grin wickedly and yank Mina into my arms, roughly tearing off her already unclasped bra, my hands seizing her breasts with force, nails digging into the tender flesh. I pinch her nipple hard, eliciting a sharp cry from her, the sound laced with enticing shudders. Her breasts deform under my grip, nipples hardening like small pebbles, their areolas turning red from the pinching, a mix of pain and pleasure making her body tremble involuntarily, her juices overflowing uncontrollably between her legs, trickling down her inner thighs to leave a small puddle on the carpet, emitting a pungent sweet scent like a seductive signal. I lower my head, taking her left nipple into my mouth, biting down hard, my tongue swirling rapidly around it, producing a "slurp slurp" sound as saliva drips from the corner of my mouth onto her breasts, soaking them in a wet sheen, her nipple growing even harder, the areola flushing with a fine red rash, sending waves of tingling pleasure coursing through her like electricity. "Oh… Master… it stings… more…" Mina’s voice quivers, blending pain and ecstasy, her long black hair scattered over her shoulders, her snowy skin damp with sweat, exuding an enticing aroma like a flower ravaged by me, radiating forbidden allure. Her hands instinctively clutch my shoulders, nails digging into my flesh, leaving faint red marks, her eyes flickering with shame and submission, her chest heaving with rapid breaths, the elasticity of her breasts yielding under my palms, temptation inescapable.

My other hand reaches for Sana, pulling her roughly toward me, my mouth enveloping her right nipple, teeth tugging at the areola with force. Sana lets out a soft, "Oh… Master… it’s intense…" her voice so seductive it sets the blood racing, her brown wavy hair trembling with her body, exuding captivating motion. Her nipple turns red from sucking, the areola swelling like a ripe cherry, glistening with allure like a tempting fruit. My tongue flicks rapidly over her nipple, alternating between gentle bites and forceful sucks, producing "tsk tsk" sounds, her nipple stiffening under the stimulation, the areola flushing with a fine red rash, sending waves of tingling pleasure that make her body writhe involuntarily. Her hands instinctively wrap around my head, fingers threading into my hair, nails lightly scratching my scalp, moans spilling from her throat with a trembling seduction, like an enticing melody. Her juices squirt from her core, dripping onto the floor, trailing down her inner thighs, filling the box with a thick, sweet scent that amplifies the air’s seductive aura. Her legs quiver slightly, her labia parting to reveal pink inner flesh, her fluids dripping down her thighs onto the carpet with a "drip drip" sound, exuding a potent aroma like a sensual invitation.

Meanwhile, Momo takes the initiative to kneel, her knees sinking into the carpet, her trembling hands undoing my pants. As they slide down, a thick, rigid cock springs forth, nine inches long, veins bulging, the purple-red tip glistening with a bead of precum, exuding a strong musky scent like a powerful weapon aimed directly at Momo’s face, radiating primal temptation. Momo’s eyes are filled with submission and longing, her small mouth parting slightly as she licks the tip’s slit with her tongue, tasting the salty fluid, its intensity making her throat constrict yet igniting a strange excitement that deepens her hazy gaze. Her tongue dances around the head, teasing the slit, tracing the ridge, producing "slurp slurp" sounds as if savoring a precious candy, her movements brimming with seductive finesse. She slowly takes the entire head into her mouth, her lips sealing tightly around the shaft, bobbing up and down, her tongue agilely swirling inside, alternating between forceful sucks, light scrapes along the veins, and teasing the slit, stimulating every sensitive spot to the fullest, as if her lips and tongue are luring greater pleasure.

Momo’s oral skills are skilled and delicate, her black short hair swaying with her head’s motion, strands sticking to her cheeks damp with sweat, exuding extra allure as if each hair strand tempts the eye. Deep in her throat, "gurgle gurgle" swallowing sounds emerge as she tries to take the cock deeper, the head pressing into her throat, eliciting a choking sensation, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, trailing down her cheeks to drip onto her chest, mixing with her sweat to create a lascivious sheen like a seductive painting. Her hands aren’t idle—one grips the base, squeezing gently, the other massages my balls, fingertips caressing the folds, occasionally scraping lightly with her nails or cupping them tenderly, driving me to growl repeatedly, my voice hoarse with pleasure as if each touch ignites my desire. Her saliva overflows from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin to wet her chest, the smooth skin of her cleavage slick with spit, radiating a lascivious glow like a sensual canvas. Her lips, stretched red by the cock, continue their relentless sucking, her throat producing gagging sounds, yet she shows no sign of stopping, as if this cock is her sole devotion, temptation inescapable. Her tongue glides rapidly along the shaft, teasing the slit with light flicks, enveloping the head with her tongue’s surface for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds that make my cock swell further, veins pulsing as if ready to erupt, exuding deadly allure. Her throat reddens from the pressure, emitting "woo woo" sounds, tears and saliva mixing to drip onto the carpet, releasing a potent scent like a marker of sensual air.

"Good… you filthy slut! Keep licking!" I roar, my voice brimming with conquering delight, tinged with seductive dominance. My hands thrust into Mina and Sana’s hair, forcibly pressing their heads down, Momo’s oral frenzy intensifying, the wet heat of her lips and tongue sending shivers of ecstasy through my body, my cock swelling larger in her mouth, veins throbbing as if on the verge of explosion, radiating unmatched temptation. I look down at Momo’s mouth stretched around my cock, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I command, "Deeper! Swallow my whole cock!" The tone weaves temptation with authority.

Obeying, Momo takes a deep breath, forcing the cock deeper into her throat, the head pressing into her esophagus, unleashing an intense choking sensation, the pinnacle of temptation. Her throat stretches open, emitting "woo woo" sounds, tears falling to the carpet, yet she persists with relentless sucking, as if determined to drain my desire with her mouth, exuding deadly sensuality. Her hands grip my balls, kneading gently, fingertips teasing the folds, driving my growls, my voice hoarse with pleasure like a seductive rhythm. Her saliva drips from her mouth, trailing down the shaft to her chest, the smooth skin of her cleavage wet with spit, glowing lasciviously like a sensual artwork. Her lips, reddened from the stretch, continue their fervent sucking, her throat producing gagging sounds without pause, as if this cock is her only faith, temptation irresistible.

Suddenly, I shove Mina onto the sofa, the rough motion nearly toppling her. I tear off her jeans and panties with urgent, merciless force, revealing her pink, tender core, labia slightly parted, inner walls pink, her pubic hair soaked with juices, exuding a potent scent that ignites lust like a seductive invitation. Mina’s core glows enticingly under the light, her labia plump and pink, inner flesh quivering, fluids seeping out to trickle down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with a "drip drip" sound, releasing a thick aroma that pierces the heart with temptation. I align my cock with her entrance, thrusting the head in hard, forcing apart her tight vagina, the inner flesh stretching with a "squish" sound like splashing water, producing an alluring noise. Mina gasps sharply, "Oh… Master… it’s overwhelming…" Her vagina clenches around my cock, inner walls trembling, juices squirting out to flow down her buttock cleft onto the sofa, forming a sticky puddle exuding sensual air.

I begin thrusting violently, the cock moving in and out, the head scraping her G-spot, each thrust hitting her womb, delivering a tearing pleasure like the height of temptation. Mina’s breasts jiggle wildly with the motion, nipples hardening to a deep purple like ripe grapes, glistening with allure. Her legs are forcibly spread, ankles gripped in my hands, toes curling, arches tensing, sweat trailing down her calves to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure coursing through her, her moans escalating in pitch. Her long black hair scatters across the sofa, snowy skin damp with sweat, exuding an enticing sheen, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive scene. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable. My cock moves in and out of her core, the head striking her womb with each thrust, unleashing intense pleasure, her vaginal walls clinging tightly, inner flesh trembling, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to form a sticky puddle on the sofa, exuding sensual air. Her hands instinctively grip the sofa’s edge, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches, her cries growing more fervent.

Sana crawls behind me, shedding her jeans to reveal her drenched core, labia swollen and red, juices dripping onto the carpet with a "drip drip" sound, exuding a rich aroma like a tempting fragrance. She rises on her toes, pressing her core against my back, hands kneading my chest, nails digging into my flesh, leaving faint red marks exuding alluring traces. Her core is already soaked, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices trailing down her thighs to drip onto the carpet, releasing a potent sweet scent like a sensual invitation. Her legs tremble slightly, her core rubbing against my back, sending waves of tingling pleasure, moans spilling from her throat with a trembling seduction like an enticing melody. I turn my head to kiss Sana’s mouth, my tongue plunging into her oral cavity, swirling with hers, teeth nipping her lower lip, producing "tsk tsk" sounds as saliva drips from our mouths onto her chest, soaking her breasts in a wet sheen exuding allure. My other hand reaches for Momo, two fingers sliding into her core, thrusting rapidly, thumb pressing her clit, eliciting a soft, "Oh… Master… it’s too much…" Her juices squirt out, trailing down my fingers to mix with the carpet’s wet spots, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation.

"You three… are all mine! I’ll take you one by one!" I laugh maniacally, my voice brimming with beastly frenzy, laced with wild seduction. I yank Momo over, positioning her beside Mina, lifting her round buttocks, and thrusting into her from behind. Momo’s core is tighter than Mina’s, her inner flesh stretched by my cock with "squish squish" sounds, the head striking her womb, unleashing intense pleasure like the height of temptation. Her moans intertwine with Mina’s, the box filled with the "smack smack smack" of flesh colliding and their lustful cries, exuding sensual rhythm. Her buttocks redden from the impact, the two plump cheeks quivering, producing alluring sounds as if narrating her submission, temptation irresistible. Her hands brace on the sofa, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches. Her black short hair sways with the motion, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa, mixing with her juices to exude a potent scent like a seductive scene. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans rising in intensity. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable. My cock moves in and out of her core, the head striking her womb with each thrust, unleashing intense pleasure, her vaginal walls clinging tightly, inner flesh trembling, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to form a sticky puddle on the sofa, exuding sensual air. Her hands instinctively grip the sofa’s edge, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches, her cries growing more fervent.

I alternate between the two, sweat dripping onto their backs, juices and semen mingling, the carpet now a wet mess exuding enticing air. Seeing this, Sana takes the initiative, crawling onto Mina’s face, spreading her legs to let Mina’s tongue explore her core. Sana’s core is pink and wet, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices dripping onto Mina’s face, exuding a potent sweet scent like a tempting fragrance. Mina’s tongue deftly licks her clit, alternating between forceful sucks and gentle bites, drawing continuous moans from Sana, "Oh… Mina… don’t stop… it’s building…" Her breasts jiggle, nipples hardening, vaginal walls contracting, juices squirting onto Mina’s face, trailing down her chin to drip onto the sofa, exuding sensual air. Sana’s hands grip Mina’s hair, nails digging into her scalp, the sting driving Mina to lick more fervently, her tongue thrusting rapidly into Sana’s core with "slurp slurp" sounds, as if sucking a juicy peach, temptation irresistible. Sana’s moans grow louder, "Ah… Mina… it’s intense…" Her legs instinctively clamp around Mina’s head, toes curling, arches tensing, sweat trailing down her calves to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her vaginal walls quiver with Mina’s licking, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with Mina’s tongue movements like a lascivious symphony, the pinnacle of temptation.

After several minutes, I reach my limit. I flip Momo over, thrusting hard into her core, a few fierce pumps culminating in a roar as I release scalding semen inside her. Momo’s climax hits, her vaginal walls contracting, juices squirting down her legs onto the carpet with a "hiss" sound, exuding enticing air. Her black short hair sticks to her cheeks, her face flushed with post-climax redness, eyes hazy, like a lingering seductive afterglow. I then turn to Sana and Mina, both thoroughly trained to obey, kneeling to receive my second release, semen splashing across their faces, Mina’s long black hair matted, Sana’s brown wavy hair streaked with white, trailing down their breasts to drip onto the carpet, forming a sticky puddle exuding sensual air. I pant heavily, looking down at the three, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You three filthy sluts are top-notch… we’re not done yet!" The tone brims with seductive provocation.

I pull Sana up, pressing her against the box’s glass window. Her hands brace on the glass, buttocks raised high, brown wavy hair cascading down her back, her graceful form casting an enticing reflection on the glass like a sensual scene. I thrust into her from behind, my cock forcing apart her labia to strike her womb. Sana’s moans echo through the box, "Oh… Master… it’s too deep…" Her breasts press against the glass, jiggling with each thrust, nipples scraping the cold surface, blending pain and pleasure like a seductive weave. Her core clenches my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, juices trailing down her thighs to drip below the window with a "drip drip" sound, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. Her legs quiver slightly, her core stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans rising in pitch. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her thighs below the window with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable. My cock moves in and out of her core, the head striking her womb with each thrust, unleashing intense pleasure, her vaginal walls clinging tightly, inner flesh trembling, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to form a sticky puddle below the window, exuding sensual air. Her hands instinctively grip the glass, nails leaving faint scratches, her cries growing more fervent.

Meanwhile, I order Mina and Momo to pleasure each other’s cores. Mina lies on the sofa, legs spread, Momo kneeling before her, tongue deftly licking her clit, alternating between forceful sucks and gentle bites, delivering waves of enticing pleasure. Mina’s core is pink and wet, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices dripping onto Momo’s face, exuding a potent scent like a tempting fragrance. Mina’s long black hair scatters across the sofa, moans continuous, "Oh… Momo… more…" Momo’s black short hair sways with her motion, her fingers sliding into Mina’s core, stirring her juices with "gurgle gurgle" sounds, exuding sensual rhythm. Mina’s legs instinctively clamp around Momo’s head, toes curling, sweat from her ankles dripping onto the sofa like sensual accents. Momo’s tongue thrusts rapidly into Mina’s core, teasing the clit with flicks, enveloping the labia with her tongue for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds that make Mina tremble, her moans growing louder, "Ah… Momo… it’s overwhelming…" Her vaginal walls contract violently, juices squirting onto Momo’s face, trailing down her chin to drip onto the sofa, exuding sensual air. Momo’s hands brace on Mina’s thighs, nails digging into her flesh, leaving faint red marks exuding alluring traces. Her tongue thrusts rapidly into Mina’s core, delivering waves of tingling pleasure, Mina’s cries escalating. Her body begins to convulse, her core clenching Momo’s fingers, inner flesh contracting violently, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, the pinnacle of temptation.

Watching this, I quicken my thrusts into Sana, her moans turning to sharp gasps, "Oh… Master… I’m losing control…" Her core clenches my cock, inner flesh contracting violently, juices squirting down her thighs to drip below the window, exuding enticing air. I roar, releasing semen inside her, Sana’s body convulsing as she slumps against the glass, brown wavy hair disheveled across her back, face flushed with post-climax redness, eyes hazy, like a lingering seductive afterglow. I pant heavily, looking down at Sana, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You little slut, you came hard… you’re next!" The tone brims with seductive provocation.

I turn to Mina, pulling her up to sit on the sofa, spreading her legs, thrusting my cock into her core again. Her core is already soaked, labia parted to reveal pink inner flesh, juices dripping onto the sofa, exuding a potent scent like a tempting invitation. My cock strikes her womb hard, the head scraping her G-spot, delivering waves of intense pleasure like the height of temptation. Mina’s long black hair sways with her body’s motion, moans rising, "Oh… Master… it’s divine…" Her legs are forcibly spread, ankles gripped in my hands, toes curling, arches tensing, sweat trailing down her calves to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans growing louder. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony, temptation inescapable.

As I thrust, I order Momo to kneel beside the sofa and lick my balls. Her black short hair sticks to her cheeks, her tongue deftly licking, alternating between sucking and teasing the folds, stimulating my senses with alluring pleasure. Her tongue glides rapidly over my balls, flicking lightly, enveloping them with her tongue for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds that make my body tremble, growls escaping me, my voice hoarse with pleasure like a seductive rhythm. Her hands aren’t idle—one grips my cock’s base, squeezing gently, the other massages my inner thigh, fingertips caressing my skin, delivering waves of tingling pleasure, temptation inescapable.

"You… are such sluts… tighten up!" I growl, quickening my thrusts, my tone brimming with seductive dominance. My cock moves in and out of Mina’s core, producing "smack smack smack" sounds, the head striking her womb, delivering a tearing pleasure like the height of temptation. Her vaginal muscles tighten, clinging to my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, unleashing immense pleasure, exuding sensual air. I growl, hands seizing Mina’s breasts, kneading forcefully, fingertips pinching her nipples, twisting hard, her moans escalating, "Oh… Master… it’s too much…" Her juices squirt out, trailing down the sofa to drip onto the carpet, forming a puddle exuding enticing air. I climax simultaneously, releasing semen inside her, both trembling in the afterglow, like the pinnacle of temptation.

I pant heavily, looking down at Mina, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You little slut, you came hard… you’re next!" The tone brims with seductive provocation. I pull Momo over, positioning her on all fours on the sofa, thrusting into her from behind. Her core is tight and wet, inner flesh enveloping my cock, delivering a choking pleasure like the height of temptation. My cock strikes her womb hard, the head scraping her inner walls, producing "squish squish" sounds exuding sensual rhythm. Momo’s moans rise again, "Oh… Master… it’s intense…" Her black short hair sways with the motion, buttocks reddening from the impact, the plump cheeks jiggling with each thrust, producing alluring sounds like a sensual invitation. As I thrust, I order Sana to lick Momo’s nipples, her brown wavy hair falling over Momo’s chest, tongue deftly licking, alternating between forceful sucks and gentle bites, Momo’s nipples hardening, areolas flushing with a faint red glow, exuding allure. Momo’s hands brace on the sofa, nails digging into the leather, leaving faint scratches. Her black short hair sways, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa, mixing with her juices to exude a potent scent like a seductive scene. Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh scraped by the head, sends waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans rising in intensity. Her cheeks flush, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss.

I look at Momo, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You little slut, your ass is so perky… I’ll enjoy you!" I quicken my thrusts, my cock moving in and out of her core, producing "smack smack smack" sounds, the head striking her womb, delivering a tearing pleasure like the height of temptation. Her vaginal muscles tighten, clinging to my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, unleashing immense pleasure, exuding sensual air. I growl, hands seizing her buttocks, kneading forcefully, fingertips digging into her flesh, slapping hard, her moans escalating, "Oh… Master… it’s unbearable…" Her juices squirt out, trailing down the sofa to drip onto the carpet, forming a puddle exuding enticing air. I climax simultaneously, releasing semen inside her, both trembling in the afterglow, like the pinnacle of temptation.

I pant heavily, looking down at the three, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes, my voice hoarse as I say, "You three filthy sluts are top-notch… always ready to serve me!" I sit on the sofa, my cock still erect, exuding a potent musky scent, eyes burning with deeper desire like a flame of temptation. Mina, renowned for her hip-shaking dance, possesses unmatched riding skills, her agile buttocks dazzling me whether on stage or in private, exuding deadly allure. She rises slowly, eyes hazy, long black hair cascading down her back, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents. Her body still ablaze with desire, she decides to claim a second round of pleasure, temptation irresistible.

Mina straddles me, facing me, gripping my cock—still hard despite its earlier release—and lowers herself slowly. Her buttocks begin to move, mimicking her stage hip-shaking dance, the flesh quivering with the rhythm, her tight core fully enveloping my cock, producing "smack smack" sounds like a rhythmic flesh performance exuding alluring tempo. Meanwhile, Momo and Sana kneel on either side, their heads converging on my groin, lips pressing against my balls, licking simultaneously. Momo’s tongue deftly traces the folds, alternating between gentle sucks and light bites, producing "slurp slurp" sounds exuding sensual air; Sana teases the other side with her tongue tip, enveloping the ball with her tongue for forceful sucks, delivering waves of tingling pleasure like a seductive melody. Their saliva mixes, trailing down my thighs to drip onto the sofa, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. Mina moans, "Oh… so intense… let me please you…" Her long black hair flies, breasts jiggling, nipples hardening like beans, vaginal walls clenching my cock, juices trailing down her thighs to drip onto the sofa, forming a puddle exuding sensual air. Her riding skills are unparalleled, buttocks rising and falling, alternating between rapid twists and slow rotations, swallowing my cock to the hilt, as if playing a lascivious tune with her body, temptation inescapable. Her core clenches my cock tightly, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, delivering immense pleasure like the height of temptation. Mina’s buttocks move agilely, flesh quivering with her motion, alternating between rapid ups and downs and slow spins, her core gripping my cock tightly, the head striking her womb, unleashing waves of tearing pleasure exuding sensual air. Her moans grow louder, "Ah… Master… it’s exquisite…" Her long black hair scatters over her shoulders, snowy skin damp with sweat, exuding an enticing sheen, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering with dazed submission like a seductive abyss. Her vaginal walls quiver with each thrust, juices flowing more freely, dripping down her buttock cleft onto the sofa with "smack smack smack" sounds, blending with the rhythm of my thrusts like a lascivious symphony.

Mina’s ride grows wilder, her buttocks spinning like a windmill, flesh quivering with the rhythm, her core clenching my cock tighter, inner flesh scraped by the head, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, her moans escalating, "Oh… Master… I/m cumming…" Her body begins to convulse, her core clenching my cock, inner flesh contracting violently, sending waves of tingling pleasure like electricity through her, the pinnacle of temptation. Momo and Sana’s licking intensifies, Momo’s tongue gliding rapidly over my balls, flicking lightly, enveloping them with her tongue for forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds exuding sensual air; Sana bites the other side gently, blending pain and pleasure, their saliva mixing to trail down my thighs, dripping onto the sofa, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. I growl, hands seizing Mina’s buttocks, kneading forcefully, fingertips digging into her flesh, slapping hard, her moans escalating, "Ah… Master… please… inside..." Her juices squirt out, trailing down the sofa to drip onto the carpet, forming a puddle exuding enticing air. I climax simultaneously, releasing semen inside her, both trembling in the afterglow, like the pinnacle of temptation. Momo and Sana’s tongues continue licking my balls, delivering waves of lingering pleasure, I pant heavily, looking down at the three, a flicker of smug satisfaction in my eyes.

Momo and Sana lift their heads, lips coated with saliva and sweat, eyes hazy as they look at me, exuding alluring afterglow, while Mina slumps against me, long black hair disheveled across her back, sweat trailing down her spine to drip onto the sofa like sensual accents.

A few days later, Misamo is invited to a variety show collaborating with MLB, the atmosphere lively as the three wear blue denim miniskirts, revealing their long legs, buttocks curves accentuated by the tight fabric, exuding a perky roundness. The show reaches its mid-break, staff guiding them to the dressing room to rest and prepare for the next segment. As the door closes gently, the room’s light is soft yet slightly dim, the air filled with a faint cosmetic fragrance mixed with their sweat, adding a layer of seductive aura.

However, as the three step inside, the lock clicks shut with a "clack," and they turn to see me already waiting, a familiar satisfied smile on my lips, eyes gleaming with limitless dominion over their flesh, exuding primal temptation. "We don't have much time, you know what to do." my voice low and commanding, I toss a bottle onto the nearby vanity, the crisp clink sounding like a seductive prelude.

Mina’s long black hair sways with her motion, standing near the mirror, her white top revealing a delicate waistline, denim miniskirt hugging her long thighs, exuding enticing curves. I give her no time to react, lunging forward to shove her against the vanity, the force making her buttocks collide with the edge with a "bang," vibrating the air with temptation. She gasps "Ah!" but can’t resist, my rough hand already lifting her skirt, revealing black lace panties, the thin fabric outlining her buttocks’ curve, temptation piercing the heart. The panties are yanked aside mercilessly, exposing her core, already slightly wet from tension and submission, labia pink, inner walls glistening faintly under the light like a seductive invitation. My cock, already rock-hard, is freed with urgent haste, nine inches long, veins bulging, purple-red tip beading with precum, exuding a potent musky scent like a sensual weapon. I align with her core and thrust hard, forcing apart her tight vagina with a "squish" sound like splashing water, producing an alluring noise. Mina’s moan erupts instantly, "Oh… Master… it’s too sudden…" Her hands brace weakly on the vanity, nails scraping the surface, leaving faint marks, long black hair disheveled across her cheeks, snowy skin beading with thin sweat, exuding an enticing sheen.

Sana and Momo freeze, then are cornered by my gaze. Sana’s brown wavy hair trembles with her rapid breaths, wearing a white pleated miniskirt, the hem slightly lifted to reveal her inner thigh’s soft skin, exuding alluring tenderness. I beckon her with a finger, and she kneels hesitantly, knees pressing into the carpet, moving behind me. Her small hands tremble as they touch my buttocks, the warm contact flushing her cheeks, adding a seductive red hue. She parts my cheeks slowly, exposing my tight anus with a hint of tempting air. Her tongue ventures out gently, licking the folds around my anus, delivering waves of tingling pleasure with low "slurp slurp" sounds like a sensual melody. Her tongue tip dances around the rim, dipping lightly, then sucking forcefully, saliva overflowing from her mouth to drip onto the carpet, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation. Meanwhile, Momo is directed to kneel on the other side, her black short hair sticking to her cheeks, blue baseball jacket open to reveal a white top clinging to her full breasts, exuding mature sensuality. She lowers her head, tongue deftly licking my balls, alternating between gentle sucks and light bites, delivering waves of tingling pleasure like a seductive rhythm. Their movements intertwine, the air thick with sensual aroma.

One hand presses Mina’s buttocks, the other grips Sana’s hair, forcing her head deeper, her tongue licking my anus more forcefully, penetrating the tight folds with "gurgle" wet sounds, exuding enticing heat. Mina’s moans grow louder, "Oh… Master… it’s profound…" Her core, stuffed full by my cock, inner flesh trembling with each thrust, juices trailing down her inner thighs to form a small puddle on the vanity, exuding sensual air. Her breasts jiggle under the top, nipples hardening against the fabric, outlining faint shapes like a tempting signal. My thrusts grow fiercer, each one striking her womb, delivering tearing pleasure, her long black hair soaked with sweat, clinging to her back, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering with a mix of pain and pleasure, exuding seductive charm.

Sana’s tongue works my anus with increasing fervor, dipping deeper, sucking gently, saliva dripping from her mouth onto her chest, wetting her white top to reveal enticing skin, adding a sensual layer. Her hands grip my thighs instinctively, nails digging into my flesh, the sting drawing a growl, "Good… you filthy slut… keep licking!" The tone brims with seductive dominance. Momo’s tongue intensifies on my balls, teasing the folds, enveloping them with forceful sucks, producing "slurp slurp" sounds exuding sensual rhythm. Her black short hair sways, sweat trailing down her forehead to drip onto her hand, mixing with the carpet’s wet spots like a seductive scene.

The dressing room’s air grows thick, mingling with their moans, the "smack smack smack" of flesh colliding, and my heavy breaths, like a seductive symphony. The vanity’s cosmetic bottles tremble, a few lipsticks rolling to the floor with "tinkle" sounds, adding a sensual layer. Mina’s legs begin to shake, her core clenching my cock, inner flesh contracting violently, juices squirting down her buttock cleft to drip onto the floor, exuding enticing air. My thrusts grow wilder, one hand pressing Momo’s head toward my groin, aligning her and Sana’s movements into a tempting duet. Sana’s tongue thrusts rapidly into my anus, Momo’s lips and tongue roaming my balls and cock base, their saliva mixing to trail down my thighs, dripping onto the carpet, exuding a potent scent that pierces the heart with temptation.

Time ticks by, the dressing room’s lascivious atmosphere thickening, Mina’s moans turning to sharp cries, "Oh… Master… I can’t…" Her body convulses, climax nearing, exuding seductive afterglow. Sana and Momo’s lips and tongue explore my groin, delivering endless stimulation, my growls growing frequent, cock moving in and out of Mina’s core with "squish squish" sounds exuding sensual rhythm. The show’s prep noises approach outside, yet unable to interrupt this frenzied flesh feast, my eyes burning with conquest, Mina’s gaze hazy, Sana and Momo’s efforts deepening, as if this game will continue…

[totemstones]

Burnout

(Giselle x Male Reader)

Tags : Bratty Gigi, Handjob, Sloppy Toppy, Sex, Dirty Talk, Mommy Kink, Recording

w/ plenty amount of music gimmicks

Length : 2.1K words

‘Nah, come on, you’ve never been like this. What happened?’

‘I just... have a little bit burnout’

You and Giselle are friends. You start getting closer to her since you have been doing songs with her, 24 songs that you and Giselle have done together, both finished and unfinished. Once you even think that you want to do a collab tape with her.

You were supposed to finish the verse on one song off Giselle's solo album. But at some point, you can’t even think of any lyrics, or words. 

‘Nah, keep your head up, man. You can do this. You can tell me what happened. We have been doin’ this things so many times. I’ll be your therapist’ - Giselle trying to cheers up yet concerns

‘I don’t know, i just-, feel like I can't think any words. But I don't have any problems for real. Don’t worry, nothin’ can stop me’

‘Cap. You look like a miserable guy right now, i can see. Let me do something’

Suddenly, Giselle starts to kneel in front of you while you sit on the sofa in the studio. She starts to put both of her hands and slide up from your shins, to your knees, and finish at your crotch. Then rubbing it at slow pace.

‘Woah woah, what you doin’?’

‘I just, you know-, give you a little heat. So, I decide to rub your wood. Based on the science, when the wood got rubbed, it creates fire. I heard that you’re burnout right? I want to lit your fire back again’

After that, she unbuckles your belt and takes off your pants down on the mat. The plump bulge that was caused by your friend got shown. When Giselle sees that, she does her mischievous smile after saw your wood.

‘Oh! I never knew that you have… such a big cock, a really really big one. Why you never show this to me? I guess this is your hidden talent, don’t hide it to me after this. OK?’ 

Your last cover was over, she takes off the underwear. Her face was too close to your cock that caused your cock flip up and hit her cheek.

‘Oh!, it slaps me. But what will hit me harder, your lyrics or your cock’

Giselle puts one hand to stroke your cock, and another hand to fondle your ball. Giselle pursing her lips while doing it. This action of hers can make you look at the ceiling and release a satisfying moan.

‘Have you ever thought- about… the fantasy about me?’

‘Nev- Never. Cuz you know- you’re my friend, it would be weird i-if I ever think about that. But since you’re doing this to me, i might looking forward about it- and thanks for this therapy’

Then, she pacing up the tempo and puts her both hands to pumping your cock, still seeing the glans even when she puts both hands on.

‘Your cock is so fucking big. Anyways. Do you love me-?’

‘Yes. I fucking love you’

‘I’m not even finished the fucking question, I just want to ask that if you love me when I'm doing this’

‘Fuck’

You thought that she was asking if you love her, you slipped out your real feeling of her.

‘So. Do you really love me?’ 

‘Definitely’ 

‘Alright. call me mommy then?’

‘What- Ah hell nah, you’re not my mommy’

At first, you feel offended. But then, Giselle start to playing with your cock, put her face closer to your cock and place it on her face, you can feel the breath from her nose that give you a goosebump.

‘Look at me! Your cock is longer than my face. I don’t know how many times I’ll say this, but you have such a big cock’

Giselle puts her nose and drags along from your balls to the cock. Then started to put it into her mouth.

‘Oh! I'm sorry. I just wanted to play with it for more minutes, but it ended up in my mouth. I'm sorry for the accident. But I think you want it to happen, right? So, since it happening, I’ll continue it’

Giselle starts to suck you cock, goes up and down, while keeping both eyes on you, wanting to see your relaxing face from this therapy section. Giselle keeps spitting on your cock, and oftenly switches to handjob that more slippery than before. Giselle getting more sloppy, her face full of her own saliva, her lips have lipstick color faded marks. She start to giving faster pace for you.

‘I've been doing this for a while now. Can you finally call me mommy?’

‘No. I didn’t see your full potential yet. Instead, Can you show me your hidden talent? Since i had already showed it to you. If it great, i might call it for you then’

‘Deal. And i’m not only do it for the calling, ‘cause i’ll make you scream it’ 

Giselle moving far away from you, standing in the middle of the room. Then, she starts to pull her jeans down, showing her pink panties. Then taking off her pink hoodie, showing the pink bra that she is wearing.

‘That’s a bar’

‘What? I’m not even rapping yet’

' I'm just saying that's a 'bra' '

‘Alright, enough. Fuck me then’

‘You want it now?’

‘Yeah, fuck that. I want it now’

Giselle starts to take off her bra, showing her pink titties. And take off her panties as well, showing her pink pussy. She’s throwing both of covers at you. You gotta wipe it to the side to see her full naked body. 

‘Damn. How many pinky things in you?’

‘All pink. But i’m thinking ‘bout dying my hair red. So, Can you paint the white for me before?’

‘As you want, Gigi’

Giselle moving closer to you, controlling your head up by her finger and kissing for a moment, you feel like you’ve fallen into a trance by her passionate kissing. While Giselle still not moving her mouth out of you, you can feel that your cock is starting to sense something had touched and its moving slowly.

‘You feeling it?’

‘A Little’

‘Wanna feel more?’

‘Yeah’

Giselle puts her body down like how gravity works. Both of you release the moans, feeling the same thing. She hugs your neck and slowly moves up and down, while you sucking at her tits.

‘Ah- it’s feeling so good, never have a big cock inside me like yours before. This satisfying me a lot’

You also move your hips to hit her pink kitty, the slapping sound has turned both of you on so much.

‘It’s getting too quiet in here. Can you come to the recording room to open some songs for me?’

‘Aight’

Before you take it out, Giselle hits your arm and pushes you back before you even stand up.

‘Wha- What?’

‘I forgot to tell you, I have a little challenge for you; Move to the room with me, but your cock have to still stuck in me, don’t take it out yet. Can you do it?’

‘Ah- fine’

‘Yah! Good boy’

You stand up and carrying her body to go to the inside of the room, one hand entwines her butt and the other hand hugs her from behind. Giselle starts to move again, but moving like she’s struggling. You can’t fully control your legs and it makes her back hitting the table at mixing panel. And then, she starts screaming.

‘AHHHHHHH Help meeeee’

‘I’m sorry. Where’s you hurting’

‘Just move and come into the room!’

‘Ok Ok’

You ran into the recording room, and put her on the table and checked what happened to her.

‘AHHHH HELP ME!’

‘WHERE DO YOU GET HURT- WHERE!’

You look at every spot of her body that if she’s hurting or anything. At that moment, Giselle starts to laughing at you.

‘Haha i didn’t say that i’m hurting, dumbo, don’t overreact. I mean ‘help me- to cum already’, i’m too horny for this, i can’t bare with it anymore. I want you to cum in me and cum with me together’

‘Bruh, bratty behavior’

You put her on the table and start pounding her again while Giselle grabs her phone and tries to select the song.

‘Can you fucking stay still? I can’t even clicking the song’

‘Guess it’s my challenge then’

‘Alright’

You continue pounding her without knowing what song she will put on the speakers. Once it got play, you can recognize your voice on it. 

‘Is that our song?’

‘Yea- Yeah. It’s our song, i always love thi-this song, ah- i love hearing your voice on the track, it makes me wet every time. Once i ever fingered myself while playing this song on repeat’

‘That’s romantic f-for me. But wait? This song isn’t finished yet right?’

‘Ye- Yeah?’

Giselle already knows that you might bring the mood back again, the feeling of unfinishing the work. Then, she starts to have an idea.

‘Ca- Can you bring that mic to me’

‘Huh? What you gon do?’

‘Bring that shit!’

You bring the microphone to her and put it beside you and Giselle.

‘Can you o-open the file of this song and record it?’

‘Al- alright What you gon do?’

‘Have you ever heard of ‘P Power’ by Gunna’

‘Oh. I understand it’

‘Yeah, do it like what they did’

You turn your back to the computer and look for the file of this song. When you find it, you prepare to start the special recording session.

‘You Ready?’

‘Let’s do it’

You press the record button, the 90’s R&B instrumental fulfills this sex scene, it makes you pound her harder than ever. All the sounds that happen in this room got recorded through a microphone.

‘Ah- Ah- Harder baby I'm nearly cum now. Ah- you’re pounding me so good baby. Make me cum please and we can cum together’

‘Ah- Your pussy is so good baby, wish i could pound this forever. No better pussy like yours baby, you sucked me so good lately’

The song was close to the outro and you feel like you are about to cum soon.

‘I’m about to cum baby, are you close yet?’

‘Ah- Yes Baby. I’m nearly cum now’

‘Let’s cum together’

‘Before you cum in me, ah- Can you call me mommy one time?’

‘Yes I can. Mommy. Milking me please, ‘til my breath runs out, ‘til i can’t cum anymore’

The part where the drums were cut off is the time that you and Giselle had cum together, only the sex scene sound and a few instruments. You both felt good feelings for each other, showing their relieved expression. You bend closer to her and whisper.

‘I love you baby’

‘Love you too’

Before you start to get tissue to wipe anything, you press the stop recording button on the screen and start to clean the booth for her.

‘You love this idea aren't you?’ 

‘Love it, you’re so fucking creative’

‘I’m creatively fucking, should add bed squeaking sound after’

‘You want to add it?’

‘Yes. It might add more tension for the song’

‘Let’s record it at my house then’

You have the fire again and recorded a few songs after that sex. And you went back home with Giselle to recorded the bed squeaking sound.

Next week, the appointment of the next recording session. You open the door and see the producer sitting in front of the computer.

‘Hey! What’s up man’

‘Hi Nice to meet you bro’

‘Nice to meet you too. How many beats you’ve produced this morning’

‘A couple, man’

‘That’s great. Show it to me then’

‘Before I show it to you. Can i ask you a question’

‘Yeah?’

‘I just went to see what you produced last week, and then I found this: What happened to this song?’

‘What song?’

The producer plays that song that had special recording last week, the voice recording was the length of the full song, 4 minutes long with sex sound behind it. You start smiling to the producer.

‘What the fuck is this?’

‘I mean, It's a sample bruh, just put it for the mood man, 90’s R&B vibe’s songs often play while people are having sex, you didn’t know that?’

‘I mean-, alright. i’ll give it to you man’

‘Yeah, right? Slow and smooth instrumentals are created something, don’t cut it off the track, leave it, it’s already finished’

You talk with producer and then go into the booth to record some songs. Suddenly, your producer wants you to listen something.

‘Hey, you want to listen to the song that Giselle had recorded a couple days ago? You might want to hop on the track’

‘Yeah play it’

The producer plays Giselle’s unfinished song with this bar on it.

‘If you wanna be my pet, call me mommy’

You start to smile and giggle a little at what she said. The producer sees your reaction. 

‘What do you even laugh about?’

‘Nothing’

Then you continue this session, while that bar is still around your head, reminding you of the special session last week. 

- totemstones

[xshadowdelta]

Witch

Irene x Male Reader (3.6K Length)

"Hey rookie, it’s time to work."

You stood up and left that small service room, in whose sign was written 'Authorized Service Only'.

It was your first week in this new summer job as a bellboy at the most famous 5-star hotel, right in the middle of the city with a huge amount of guests every day. You got here thanks to a friend’s recommendation, not your dream job, but you really needed the money, and the pay was juicy. You arrived at the reception hall where your manager was standing next to a mountain of suitcases, feeling as if your soul wanted to leave your body seeing all those bags.

"Miss Bae Joohyun’s luggage, room 362, as soon as possible, she is waiting for it."

It took you a while to place every one of the suitcases in the luggage birdcage, using every skill you had in the Tetris game to not drop them. Then you took the elevator to the third floor, and once there, you drove until you reached the indicated room by your senior.

You knocked on the door and fixed the wrinkles in your jacket, since your first day, the manager had been very insistent on looking perfect in front of the clients. You heard the sound of the door opening and forced one of your best smiles,

"Good morning, Miss Bae, here is your luggage."

The woman in front of you didn’t say a single word as she scanned you up and down, just a slight head move to give you permission to get inside the room, meanwhile, she continues with the phone call in which she was involved.

Oh yeah, another rich middle-aged woman with a major superiority complex. You frowned and let out a whisper that only you could hear.

"Witch…"

But you have a job to do, so you entered the suite along with the luggage and began to unstack all the suitcases.

You looked back at the woman who was now standing, looking at the beautiful views offered by the windows of that room. She was speaking in a foreign language, maybe korean.

Yet you managed to understand the word "stylist" and it gave you the feeling that the person on the other side of the line was getting a good scold.

You could only see the profile of her face, enough to detect a serious and cold expression that you didn't like at all, but still you had to admit that she was a very beautiful woman.

The work was finished at the same time she ended the call. Your eyes met for a moment, and you felt a shiver run through your body. You gave her a small bow before saying goodbye.

"Have a good stay with us, Miss Bae, we are at your disposal." You were already close to the door when her voice stopped you.

"Wait a moment, please."

Another smile was forced in your face before turning on your feet to come face to face with her.

"Do you need anything else?"

"Here is your tip."

She got some bills out of her wallet and offered them to you. You hesitated at first, but you ended up taking them, and for the first time, your smile was a genuine one. You save them in the pocket of your uniform, ready to finally leave that room.

"By the way, just from one look, have you been able to deduce that I am a witch?" Suddenly, your breathing stopped, and your skin tone turned pale white. You were sure you had said it quietly enough for her not to hear that.

"Being a woman as important as me. I must be alert to everything that happens around me, don’t you think?”

Cool, now she can read minds, definitely a witch.

"I apologize, Miss Bae, it was never my intention to hurt your feelings." Your voice trembled, knowing you could be fired because of this.

"Feelings? I put them aside many years ago."

The confusion on your face was notorious, your eyes followed her to see how she took a seat, watching you with a scary look. Another shiver ran down your spine. Running away from there was not a good idea, first because it wouldn't solve anything and would make you look like a coward, but the truth is that you wanted to disappear from the world at that moment.

On the other hand, you could just cry like a baby begging for her forgiveness, that would certainly be ridiculous, but it would save your ass from a guaranteed dismissal.

"Miss Bae…"

"Don’t tell me. Do you want us to forget this incident, right?"

Her face was cold, and her words sounded like ice, sinking deeper and deeper into your chest. But you couldn't articulate a single word, just nodded your head.

For a small period of time, you thought that a halo of kindness would take over her, and she would give in to your request to forgive you, but kindness wasn't in the dictionary of Bae Joohyun.

"Get naked"

It took you a few seconds to understand the request she had just made. She didn't take long to repeat. "What are you waiting for? Get naked"

"WHAT?"

That scream only made her angrier, hitting the ground with her foot, impatient. Her look did not change at any time, she continued staring at you, challenging you.

"I see, you don’t care about this job, so…"

"Wait…"

Your hands started to move, and your uniform jacket fell to the floor. You continued unbuttoning your shirt, making your naked torso visible.

Next was taking off your shoes so you could get rid of your pants that would accompany the rest of the clothes on the floor, leaving you in underwear under the watchful eye of Mrs. Joohyun, who now had a slight mischievous smile while looking at you.

"I think we have a different concept about nudity."

You looked down at your nether area, and then your eyes returned to her. She was really trying to humiliate you in every way. "Everything?"

The coldness of her gaze was enough of an answer for you, making you slide your hands over your boxers, leaving you now completely naked. "Now I want you to stay there, don’t move and pay attention."

You felt like you were about to faint right there when you saw that woman spread her legs on the couch, raising her dress to reveal her panties, which she pushed aside.

She was showing you her naked pussy before she started caressing it with her hand. You couldn't believe your eyes, a minute ago you were fired, and now you had an incredibly hot woman masturbating herself right in front of you. Joohyun licked his own hand as she stroked herself fast, starting to moan with no shame. Despite finding yourself in this complicated situation, watching this show made your body react, and your penis was already completely erect. You tried to move one of your hands towards your penis, but Joohyun's voice stopped you. "Told you to, don't move!" "Remember that your job is at risk."

Then she inserted two of her fingers inside her pussy to stimulate herself more. Hear her loud moans, and the watery sound due to the humidity of her vagina was driving you crazy.

Joohyun continued like this for a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, Meanwhile, you were praying that this torture would come to an end, and miraculously she would decide to forgive you and run away out of there, straight to the employee bathroom to masturbate yourself, thinking about what you were experiencing at this moment.

"Come here" She demanded in an authoritarian tone, and you approached until you were right in front of her, which didn't stop her from continuing to pleasure herself.

"On your knees."

Now, your face was practically a few centimeters from her pussy, but you didn't expect Joohyun to let out one last pleasure scream, squirting directly on you.

You closed your eyes at time, however, now your face was covered by Joohyun fluids, who was now breathing tiredly but still looking at you, with a serious expression on her face.

“Wow”

Was the only thing you could say, you were in shock after what had just happened. You ran your hand over your face, trying to clean up the mess, licking a couple of your fingers in the process.

"Delicious"

"What have you said?" She was stunned, and her voice tone sounded even more enraged.

"You are delicious, Mrs. Bae."

That answer made her get up from the couch in a bad mood. She walked to the pile of your clothes on the floor and grabbed the tie that minutes ago had surrounded your neck, but now was being used to tie your hands at your back.

"What are you doing?" You asked, standing up.

She stood next to you and, without warning, grabbed your still erect penis with one of her hands, making you gasp.

"You keep saying vulgarities, you need a real punishment."

She whispered in your ear, starting to masturbate your penis slowly, making you moan a little bit. She was increasing the pace, stroking you with both hands at the same time.

"You were supposed to feel humiliation, and instead you had the courage to taste my fluids and the nerve to say 'delicious.'  I have never met someone like you, you are quite a challenge."

Your brain was unable to say anything as it was busy moaning in pleasure at Jonghyun's touch.

"Mrs. Bae, I'm about to…"

"Don't you even dare, now it's my turn to taste you."

She stopped touching you and crouched on her knees in front of you. She looked up, straight into your eyes, you saw that look again, that no longer seemed so cold, but immediately closed your eyes because of the immense pleasure you felt when her mouth devoured your cock.

Your body staggered, and you cursed for having your hands tied at that moment. You opened your eyes again only to see how she sucked your cock over and over again at an accelerated but constant pace, damn, you were in heaven.

She grabbed your balls, and at the same time she was sucking you, pressing on them, making you feel a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, you have a good dick here."

She spit on your cock, going back to masturbate you, making wet your entire length, so that now when she sucked you, she also slurped some saliva.

“Mrs. Bae…”

She stopped for a second and looked into your eyes again.

"Irene…call me Irene."

The beat of your heart increased because of that, a feeling that was quickly replaced by another wave of pleasure when you noticed how she reintroduced your penis into her mouth, now even reaching his throat, causing her to choke on your cock.

You looked at the ceiling, trying to hold on as long as possible, wishing this moment would never end, then you felt a pinch of pain in your thighs, so you looked down again.

Your eyes found the view of Irene grabbing your thighs with her nails and the entirety of your cock inside her mouth, with some tears welling up in her eyes. She closed her eyes and started moving her head back and forth. You could say she was using you to fuck her own throat.

She stopped to take a breath, but immediately lifted your cock with one of his hands and began licking your balls desperately. "Keep looking at me or this will end here."

It was the first instruction that you would gladly follow.

She ran her tongue along the entire length, licking every inch before giving your tip a special treatment and taking it back into her mouth, this time masturbating you with her hands at the same time as she sucked you off. That made you about to explode.

"Irene…" You managed to say between several moans.

Then she let it off from her mouth again and masturbated you fiercely with both hands, looking at you with lust. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, sticking her tongue out. You knew what she wanted.

There was no need to say anything else. A few more seconds, and you let out a huge load of semen that fell directly into his mouth and face, squeezing until the last drop fell.

Irene's face was now a real mess. She had managed to swallow part of your cum, but other threads of semen fell near her eyes and part of her hair. She didn't mind at all, she was busy cleaning your cock now.

She got up a little later, walking until she stood behind you again, untying the knot that was imprisoning your hands. She took one of your hands and dragged you to another room in the suite, the bedroom with a huge bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she caught your attention again.

"Do you want to keep this job?"

Once again, you nodded your head.

"If you can make me have an orgasm, I'll pretend none of this ever happened, you understand?”

"Loud and clear."

You tried to hide your nervousness as best you could and mentally preparing yourself to give her the greatest effort of your life, your future depended on what happened in the next few minutes.

You took a few steps towards the direction where she was, she was imposing, she was scary, yes, but at the same time, you had a sensation running through your body that you had never experienced before, and you wanted to go until the end.

You bent your head straight to kiss his neck. She let out a sigh, a good sign, you deduced. You trailed kisses along his neck at the same time that your hands roamed her body.

"Not bad, but this is nothing out of this world."

You shouldn't rush, she was provoking you, you knew it. Make a mistake, and it will be over. However, you also knew how to play that game.

"Excuse my clumsiness, Mrs. Bae, my job consists of transporting suitcases, not to sexually satisfy clients, even so you seemed to have enjoyed my cock."

Your lips now kissed the part of her naked chest that was not covered by her dress.

"Even now you are still behaving like a reckless, shut the fuck up and take me off this damn dress…now."

She raised her arms, so the dress came out more comfortably, her black lace bra was still annoying, but with a deft movement it quickly disappeared as well, leaving you with the view of her naked tits.

Your mouth quickly acted as shelter for her boobs, drawing loud moans from Irene. Her hands traveled to the back of your head, pressing you closer against them.

"Just like that, fuck, work on these fucking little tits."

You sucked her boobs and licked her nipples, which at this point were really hard by the moves of your tongue. With every second that passed, Irene became more moldable under your touch.

At that moment, you took advantage of to move one of your hands to her lower zone, totally wet after the first session, you touched her pussy over her panties using circular movements.

"So fucking wet, Miss Bae." You said it with a superior tone.

"Told you to shut up." She was getting angry again.

"As you wish."

You replied and suddenly kissed her lips. Irene opened her eyes in surprise, but it didn't take long for her to respond to the kiss with even more energy, until both of you got separated to take a breath.

"It's funny, men are usually afraid of me, and I love to create that feeling in them, but it also makes them never dare to kiss me. I almost forgot how kisses felt." She said with a half-smile on her face, touching her swollen lips.

"In that case, let me help you remember."

You said, emboldened, kissing her again with passion, making her respond with the same lust and starting a battle of tongues inside your mouths. You lost your balance due to the fury of the kisses, and you fell on top of her when her back hit the bed.

When you separated from her again, you could see how her messy hair had fallen on her sweaty forehead and her cheeks were completely red, but you were surprised by her smile, this time it was a full formed and sincere smile.

"Show me what else can do that mouth of yours."

You kissed her lips again, a quick kiss this time, which was followed by another path of kisses all over her body until you reached her panties, you managed to take them off to finally see her naked pussy.

You kissed her thighs previously before sinking your face against her area, making her moan louder than ever. Your tongue moved fiercely against her pussy folds as Irene's screams filled the room.

"Don't stop, don't even dare to stop."

You were giving your best to make her feel good. Her moans, screams, and bad words only motivated you to continue doing this with more intensity. Having your tongue a rest, you quickly replaced it with your fingers, masturbating her with all your strength.

"Holy fuuuuuck, I’m cuming!" She screamed, curving her back and, once again, squirting a lot from her pussy, messing part of the edge of the bed and the bedroom floor.

She had now difficulty breathing correctly, and her chest was up and down again, trying to calm herself. Your fingers once again caressed her pussy, this time doing it so slowly. You approached to kiss her once again.

"Irene"

You called, so both of you noticed your penis fully recovered, ready for more rounds. She smiled at you, turning around, remaining face down, then you stared at her trained ass.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? Fuck me".

Your penis got excited hearing those words. You stood up immediately to stand behind her. Grabbing her hips and aligning yourself with her pussy, inserting your entire length at once into Irene's pussy.

"God, you're so tight." You moaned, starting to thrust into her.

"Yes, fuck, stretch my fucking pussy with your big cock."

"Holy shit, Mrs. Bae."

You increased your thrusts, making everything more and more primitive, to the point that your balls were colliding with her hips every time you buried your length inside her.

Irene couldn't stop moaning and screaming, grabbing the bedsheets with her hands while moving her hips to give more depth to your moves.

You didn't hesitate to grab one of her ass cheeks tightly with one of your hands and then give her a slap that echoed through the room and made the woman scream. You repeated it a few more times, having the same result.

"This is what you wanted, right? A witch like you just wanted to be fucked this hard."

One more spank to her already red ass, drove Irene crazy.

"Yes! Fuck yes, fuck me please! Don't stop now! Use my witch pussy however you want."

You kissed her neck from behind and ran your tongue down her back as your hips moved at a constant pace for a longer period of time.

"Wait." she said between moans. "I want to see you."

You took out your cock off her, allowing her to turn around, giving her another passionate kiss, you took her hips and brought her closer to the edge of the bed, sitting there, she opened her legs for you.

You entered inside her again, resuming your task of fucking her hard, Irene wrapped her arms around your head, moving a little on the bed, allowing you to fuck her deeper.

"So fucking deep." She sighs, closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, she met your eyes, making her blush a bit. You didn't ignore it and brought your lips closer to hers, touching them but not kissing her.

"Mrs. Bae, I'm about to cum." She took your face in her hands, smiling.

"Inside me, until the last drop… I need it."

That was the last thing you needed, Irene hugged you and in a last effort you fucked her harder than ever until you shot all your cum inside her pussy, making both of you reach an orgasm. Both of you really had made a mess.

Irene laid on the bed, still shaking, with one of her arms covering her face. You laid to next to her, looking directly at her.

"Don't worry, today is a safe day."

"That’s fine of course but wasn't my real concern."

Irene lowered her arm and stared at you for a few moments, her eyes widening as if she had forgotten the reason of this. He pretended to cough in an attempt to hide her mistake by sitting back on the bed.

"Yes, about that… You did your part, so I'll do mine, and I promise I won't say anything about what happened here."

Feeling a big relief at that moment, you didn't say anything more than "thank you" to get out of bed in search of your work clothes. You had a schedule to complete.

"I will stay here for a few days because of work."

You left your shirt half buttoned to watch as Irene leaned against the door frame, now wearing a bathrobe from the bathroom.

"Maybe you can offer me this special service again." Her mischievous smile made your face get one, too. "I am at your total disposal, Mrs. Bae."