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Dealing with it

Han Julie x ? x M!reader

Tags: threesome, bondage(?), supernatural

WC: 2.0k

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"Happy birthday!," Julie cheered, brandishing a plain blindfold in both hands.

"Uhh... thanks? Is this for a surprise?," you asked.

Julie giddily sat on your lap. "Yep. No peeking until I let you."

"But does your surprise really need a blindfold?," you added. "I mean, I could just cover my eyes like this," you gestured, holding your hands over your eyes and playfully peering through a spread out finger.

"Absolutely not," Julie replied. "It won't work if you see it."

You sighed. "Fine."

Julie got up with a hop, squealing as she tightly wrapped the blindfold around your eyes. "Ready?," she asked, and you nodded.

You felt Julie's hand grab your wrist and gently pull you in the general direction of your room. You felt the rug in your room on your soles, confirming your whereabouts.

Julie stood in front of you, placing both hands on your shoulders and sitting you down on a plain chair you recognize by feel being from a different room. When and how it got here, you had no idea.

"Now, before I begin," she said, "do you trust me?"

You winced. "I don't like the sound of that," you replied.

"Well, too late," Julie continued, suddenly feeling something tighten around your left wrist, fastened to the armrest.

"Did you just tie me up?!," you reacted, reaching out with your right arm. You felt another thing pull your right ankle to one of the chair's legs.

"Stay still, babe," Julie giggled. The rug muffled her movement, so you started waving your left leg around together with your right arm frantically, hoping to catch her, to no avail. Soon you were entirely held down onto the chair.

You swallowed hard. "I don't know where you picked up that I was into this kink."

Julie laughed, massaging your shoulders. "No, silly, I'm not tying you down to hurt you. But like I said, what I'm about to do to you won't work if you see what I'm doing."

"And what is it exactly?," you rebutted.

Julie planted a soft kiss on your right ear, making you shudder. You felt your pants tighten, and Julie hummed in acknowledgement.

"I know we haven't done it in a while because you've been busy this week," Julie spoke up, her hands working their way down to your chest, feeling you up and down your abdomen. "So, lemme ask you again," she continued, her smirk audible in her voice. "Do you trust me?"

You didn't reply, waiting to feel what she was planning. You felt her palms press down on your nipples, the friction of your shirt on them keeping your erection going.

"I won't start unless you say you trust me," Julie asked again. You nodded hesitantly, and Julie clapped her hands excitedly.

"Great! I need you to do one last thing," she added. You heard a sheet of paper rustle by your hand. "Press your thumb down where it is now." You oblige and do exactly as told, before hearing a sudden crackle and a wave of heat.

"Babe? What was that?," you asked, no longer feeling Julie's hands on your shoulders. You did feel a pair of hands start creeping up your shorts, pulling them down slowly until your cock snapped past the waistline.

"I'm gonna spoil you good tonight, babe," Julie said, her voice now coming from between your legs.

You felt Julie's lips wrap around the head of your cock and slide their way down your shaft. Once her lips reached the base of your dick, she slid back up with a pop. The quick tease left you twitching, begging for more, and you groaned audibly. Julie laughed, amused.

"Aww, you look so cute when I tease you," she reacted.

"Let me try," Julie said. Wait, what?

You felt Julie's lips wrap again around the head of your cock, sliding down your shaft, all the way to the base. "That looks so hot," Julie moaned.

"What the fuck?," you reacted behind gritted teeth. You weren't hallucinating; you did hear a second voice in the room, exactly the same as Julie's.

"I told you you had to trust me," Julie replied.

"Who's there? Who the fuck is that?," you panicked.

"You know my voice, don't you?" Julie replied.

"It's just me, babe," a second Julie added.

"Okay, that's fucked," you cried out. You started wriggling your wrists and ankles, to no avail.

You felt Julie sit on your right thigh, just like a while ago. "Babe, calm down. It's me, okay?"

You felt another pair of legs sit on your left thigh. "I mean, yeah, there is another me here. But it is me," the second Julie said.

"Don't fuck with me," you replied. "You have a twin sister?! Why didn't you ever tell me this?!"

Both Julies giggled. The one on your left cupped your head in her hands. "Not quite, baby," she replied, giving you a deep kiss. "You'll figure it out soon."

As you made out with her, you felt another hand pull your face to the right, giving you another deep kiss – one that felt exactly the same as the first. The Julies passed your face around, tongues shoved into the same mouth twice over. You could even feel them drench their panties on your thighs.

Then you heard the two make out in front of you, which you could only imagine based on the sloppiness of the kisses happening in front of your face. Julie wasn't just hot; she was incomparably pretty – full lips, wide eyes, and a smile that always melted your heart – and imagining two of them at it kept your dick firmly erect.

Both Julies hopped off your lap and squeezed themselves between your legs. You felt two pairs of lips, one on each side, kiss along the length of your shaft lightly and slowly. The sensation was insane, only topped by when both of them started kissing around your cockhead, tongues swirling about and passing your member between them. All you could do was moan, your hands unable to hold their heads and stroke their hair, something you normally would do with Julie.

"Fuck," you exclaimed, your back as arched upwards as much as it could while unable to move. Yet no matter how forward you thrusted, the two kept sucking, one Julie taking you in all the way through for a few pumps before passing you to the other. Julie didn't laugh at you this time; only an uninterrupted focus to get you to finish.

"I think he's ready to cum," left Julie teased, massaging your balls.

"Where do you wanna cum, baby?," right Julie cooed. "On our faces?"

"Do you want us to swallow it all?," left Julie continued.

"Or how about we let you cum in my pussy?," right Julie added.

"In both of us," left Julie laughed.

There was something indescribably hot with hearing two Julies talk about passing you around like a shared toy. Your moans prompted them to lean into your ears on either side, now gingerly stroking your shaft with the tips of their fingers.

"You like it when I talk dirty, don't you?," right Julie teased.

"You like when I tease you like this, right?," left Julie added.

Both of them kept whispering praises into your ears. So consistent were their words that there was no distinguishing left or right anymore – only that with every moan and after each kiss you inched closer to climax, your orgasm creeping slowly behind their subdued stroking.

"I love your cock baby, it's so hard for me."

"You taste so good baby, I wanna taste you i my mouth."

"I miss feeling your cum all over my fingers."

"I can't wait to take you all into my pussy."

"Cum for me, baby."

"Cum all over my hands."

"Do you wanna cum inside us?"

"Yes!," you screamed, groaning and writhing holding in your load. Left Julie was the first to go, lowering herself easily onto your cock. She twirled her hips in a circle to hasten your orgasm.

"Do it baby," right Julie said, "cum inside me."

You held your breath and, with closed eyes, released your cum into Julie. You twitched with every spurt that came out of you, feeling the fluids flow all over your shaft.

Julie slowly rose up from your hips, before another pussy dropped down on your still sensitive cock. Once she had taken you all in, the other Julie began grinding you hard and fast, hearing her ass slap against your skin.

"Fuck! I'm still so sensitive, baby, fuck!," you muttered, but Julie kept twerking on your hips until you felt the burn in your hips.

"Cum for me baby, you're so good!," she exclaimed. With a scream, you released another, smaller load into the other Julie. You felt the soreness on your shaft and your balls, having squeezed out a lot in a short amount of time, but still very erect.

"Agh, fuck," you gasped. "That was so fucking good babe." You heard the pair giggle.

"I love you," Julie whispered into your ear, playfully nibbling your earlobe.

"I love you," the other Julie whispered into your other ear, shoving a tongue into your ear.

You felt your cock twitch. You were still incredulous that you were being pleasured by a twin of Julie. Yet you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Why the blindfold? Why was this twin so clingy like your actual Julie?

Your inner reflection was cut short by a sensitive, ticklish feeling on your shaft you felt both Julies kiss your shaft again, leaving you twitching and struggling to free yourself of your binds.

"Fuck, stop! Argh," you groaned, the sensation too much for you to handle. Still they licked the underside of your shaft, one right at your frenulum and one practically in your slit. You felt a single, empty spurt, which the Julies laughed at heartily.

"Aww, you're so cute, babe," the other Julie taunted.

"Our deal?," Julie asked.

"You can keep it," the other Julie replied, and you heard a snap. "You made a good gamble with this one. You won fair and square."

"Good," Julie rebutted. "And that wasn't a gamble. I knew you'd like it."

"Feisty," the other Julie growled. "Do call me back soon though. I'd love to taste this meat again."

"Julie? What's going on?," you butted in.

"Nothing," Julie replied, slowly undoing your ties. With your limbs free, Julie stood up and placed her hands on your blindfold.

"Ready?," she asked. "Three, two, one!"

The return of light to your eyes blinded you for a good 10 seconds. When you came to, you found yourself in a chair, in your room, pants down, dick still drenched, and one single Julie leaned over you. She kissed you on the nose gleefully.

"Did you like your surprise?," she asked.

"Where is she?," you asked frantically.

"Who?," Julie asked, pulling you up from the seat.

"Your twin sister," you replied. "The one who was here."

"What do you mean?," Julie asked, puzzled. "I'm sure you're just lightheaded. Let's shower."

"I could've sworn–," you tried to say, before Julie pulled you in for a kiss.

"Shush. Shower, now," she pressed, half commanding, half playful. You obliged.

In the shower, Julie scrubbed you down, giggling and kissing you all over. You came out of that shower like nothing had happened, and laid down with Julie in your arms at the end of it all.

"This was the craziest birthday present I've ever received," you said to her. "You really not gonna tell me anything else about it?"

"Nope," she replied, "duly noted, though." She kissed you goodnight and, your exhaustion winning over, you fell asleep almost instantly.

What you didn't realize, however, was that something was different; you just couldn't see the strange mark at the base of your member – a tiny scarlet moon with a cross underneath it.

But Julie knew. And she wasn't about to ruin that surprise anytime soon.

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A/N: probably because of the work i have now i have struggled to keep things short form. literally 2/3 of my drafts are past 5k wc. if anyone makes it this far and writes, any ideas?

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Better choices

Naoi Rei x M!reader

Tags: softdom, jealousy, post-orgasm torture

WC: 7.2k

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The little digital watch on your wrist beeped on the hour: 10PM. You carried with you a battery-powered mosquito lamp, a bag of nacho chips, and a jar of salsa. Your destination, barely a hundred meters from the door of your house, was a quaint playground in the roundabout-cum-cul-de-sac in your village.

To be more specific, your destination was Naoi Rei, seated on a big, decorative rock near the edge of the playground.

"You're late," she pouted.

"By less than a minute, hello?," you rebutted, setting the mosquito lamp right by her legs. In shorts, she needed it more than you.

"Hmph," she pouted harder.

"Don't fret now," you said, as you reached out to grab her shoulder, which she grumpily pulled away from you with a huff.

You clicked your tongue. "Alright, guess I'll just have to eat these nachos alone," you muttered, emphasizing the last word. In a snap, Rei moved a bit to the side to give you space.

"Apology accepted," she rolled her eyes.

As neighbors for the majority of your life, Rei had always been like this with you; this meeting spot was hallowed ground for your friendship, and talking time like this an inviolable agreement. Even when you both went to different colleges, got jobs, or experienced any manner of trouble in the dead of night, the rock remained the rendezvous point.

"Lemme guess," she said, forcefully grabbing the bag of nachos from your hands, "Sooyoung." You sat down, opened the jar with held breath, and took a loud sigh.

Tonight's agenda, as it had been maybe 3 or 4 times now: Sooyoung, a girl you met at work. Well, "met at work" is a loose description, considering you "met" for the first time when she asked you about chips at "work," in the convenience store nearby.

"Usual opening question," Rei asked, a mouth full of nachos. "You still wanna do this?"

"I'm not wasting any effort, okay?," you rebutted. "It's not over 'til she says it's over."

You've been trying to woo Sooyoung for nearly a year now. Successes include a meaningful chat over coffee, a fairly uninteresting movie where you held hands, and a less-than-stellar bar crawl.

"Okay," Rei said with a groan. "Here's a thought: offer to go with her clothes shopping?"

"Clothes shopping?," you remarked. "I mean, doesn't that come off... weird?"

"You're literally the only person I know who'd say that," she replied. "Unless you wanna stare at her tits in the dressing room like a perv, no, it's not weird."

"Bruh, what the fuck?," you reacted. "No, I meant it'd be weird to buy her clothes."

"Again, you're literally the only person who'd say that," she replied. "Women would never pass up an opportunity to get more stuff for their wardrobe."

You grumbled as you sat on the rock, back against Rei. This rock used to be big enough for the two of you; now both of you were more leaning on to it and using each other as ample support.

"It's not that, it's... she's not reciprocating, and I would be offering to give something material. Out of my own pocket. That's a waste of effort." You scratched your head, irritated.

"Well, you're not wrong there, though I'm pretty sure you've spent on her more than once," Rei said with a mouth full of nachos, still holding the bag hostage. "I mean, let's look at it now: you've taken her to the movies, you've had a café date, you've gone drinking without sex..."

"Rei," you groaned, remarking at the aside.

"You've offered hiking which didn't materialize, you offered a blackbox theatre date... That's as much as anything you can offer in this boring ass town, and you spent on those too," she continued.

You slicked your hair back in frustration. "I just wish I could get a clearer sign with her, you know?," you added. "That's it. I want to know if I should even...," you trailed off.

Rei let out another exasperated sigh. "Dude, obviously you don't want to stop chasing after her, so why wait for a sign? You could always just read into it that she's waiting for you to do the right gesture. Or offer the right date. If she's intentionally playing hard-to-get, play harder."

"That's why I need you here," you replied. "I have no idea what that would be or how else."

"So quit your bitching and just offer what I said," she retorted. "The worst that can happen is that she says no, and you'll beg me to come here for more plans. Big fucking deal."

Now, you and Rei are best friends without question, but you know when she gets worked up. An imaginary klaxon rang in your head: she was in that territory, and that was a first.

"Alright, sorry," you relent. "I'm just paranoid, I suppose."

Silence – rare even for Rei and her usual side comments about your questionable decisions. All you could hear was the quiet munching of nachos.

"Any nachos left?," you asked, and Rei shook the bag as audible proof it was close to empty.

"So, uh," you asked, "how's that guy you've been trying to ask out?"

"Gave up," she said coldly. "Unlike you, I know when to quit when I'm not wanted."

Silence again, no less awkward. So much more awkward that you're patting your thighs and tapping your foot silently, trying to resist the urge to walk away. But the sinking feeling in your chest wins out.

"Well, thanks for the advice. Keep the salsa," you said. "I'll... leave you to it then."

You slowly get up, trying to feign leaving, when Rei started sniffling. "I really wish you'd get the hint," she whispered.

"Wait, Rei, wh–"

"I said I wish you'd get the fucking hint, you doofus!," she hissed as she stomped her feet, looking back at you over her shoulder. "It's always Sooyoung this, Sooyoung that, or maybe even Vicky this, or Jen that, it's always gotta be someone else!"

You stayed frozen. "Rei–"

"And here I am, crawling to you every single time you need me because I want to be with you, hoping you're gonna realize it one day," she cried, almost bawling. "And all you ever do is just fuss over more women who will never give you what I can!"

You're not just frozen now; you're shellshocked. Sure, you always had a nagging feeling asking Rei about other girls would be a bit awkward, but you never assumed she'd ever take it personally. More than that – that she had any feelings for you to take it personally.

"Rei–," you tried to speak, more firmly, but Rei had already gotten up.

"No. I don't want to talk to you," she responded. "Not about work, not about your life, not about other girls. Just leave me alone." She walked briskly into the darkness; you sat there, surrounded only by the screeching of cicadas, the lamp and a jar of salsa on the floor, and the ringing silence in your ears.

The hundred-meter walk home felt more like a kilometer, the excruciating length of it fraught with rewinding to every single time you were with Rei.

"I wish you'd get the fucking hint."

There was this one night when you asked Rei for help when you were seeing a singer-songwriter who was very into Laufey, an artist you'd only heard by name before then. Rei made you an entire playlist even before you got to the playground. You spent the night listening to the music, and she would tell you all about the "lore" of her: her twin sister, her ethnic background, the jazz inspiration, etc.

"What's your favorite song of hers?"

She twirled a strand of hair around her finger pensively. "Maybe this one," she said, cutting the song to her choice.

One day, I will stop falling in love with you,

Some day, some will like me like I like you,

Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie, pretend that we are more than friends,

And of course I'll let you break my heart again.

"Wow," you reacted, "it has such an old sound you don't hear anymore."

"Hmm," Rei reacted, staring up into the black sky, even though there were no visible stars in your neighborhood.

"What do you like about it?," you asked.

She looked at you, her eyes glistening from the halogen streetlights. Her blank expression turned into a smile you'll never forget, only because you've almost never seen it on her: her eyes scrunched up until you could question if she could still see, her grin nearly ear-to-ear, hiding a deep chuckle.

"I guess I just relate to it a lot."

You laid quietly on your bed, tears welling in your eyes as the song blared in your headphones, staring up at the ceiling of your pitch black room.

You were worse than a doofus. You were a dumbass.

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"I think we should stop seeing each other," you said sternly to Sooyoung.

"O-okay, um," Sooyoung responded. "W-well, if that's what you want..."

"I just need you to answer me honestly," you added. "You were never into me, were you?"

"I mean...," Sooyoung scoffed, trying to find the words. "Look, you're a great guy and all, and I really enjoyed the dates, I really did. But... you're just not my type. And to be really honest, I was trying to let you down easy. I thought you'd never take the hint."

That stung, a little. Maybe a lot more than you ever ought to have felt.

"Then... before we call it quits, can I just ask you something? I need your... advice," you sighed.

"Okay? Go ahead, I'm listening," she said, turning the chair around for you. "You're taking this a lot better than I thought."

"Thanks. Uhh...," you scratched your head, trying to figure out a proper way to explain everything. "So, I've been talking to someone else to get advice. About our dates and stuff."

"Sounds like a great friend, if they suggested all those things we did," Sooyoung remarked.

"They did... she did," you corrected yourself. "Actually, more than just us. About a lot of personal stuff. But girls and dating in particular. Ever since we were kids." The more you explained it, the more ashamed you felt. "She... told me the other night she was hurt by me asking for help about the girls and dating part."

Sooyoung rubbed her neck. "Yikes. I sorta figured where this was going halfway through your story. I suppose you've figured out what that means, right?"

"Yeah. admittedly a little late," you paused. "But... am I too late?"

"What do you mean by that?," she asked.

"Let's say I wanna... try and date her," you continued. "Am I too late to ask her out?"

"Honestly?," Sooyoung replied, "It's not so much if you're too late or too early if she really likes you. But, if this girl were like me and I was in her shoes, I'd want some form of assurance that I'm wanted by you. I mean, you've literally told them you were interested in other people. Other girls. Girls that weren't her. It'll take a little bit more than 'trying' to date. You need to want her, choose her."

You fell silent. Sooyoung likely saw the gears turning in your head.

"Maybe start there. If you wanna take her seriously, why would you? What's there to like about her?," she continued. "You're a sweet guy, really. You don't need to change a thing about yourself, for now at least. But you gotta make all of that choose her, or she'll never believe you."

Sooyoung's phone started ringing. "I'm so sorry," she remarked, "just remember what I said. Do it with purpose, and with someone who can appreciate you more thoroughly." She then stepped out, both literally and figuratively.

"Goodbye," you whispered to the empty seat in front of you.

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The little digital watch on your wrist beeped on the hour: 10PM. You were sitting on the rock in the middle of the neighborhood playground, an unopened bag of potato chips in hand a battery-powered mosquito lamp by your feet.

You shook your foot anxiously, and checked your phone again, probably the 12th time in the past 10 minutes.

You looked at your text to Rei: "Meet at the rock, 10PM" – the same message you've been sending her when you ask to see her, and the same unanswered message you've sent after that night. This was night #4.

A part of you wanted to leave it with finality, to accept Rei was fully done with your shit. She had every right to be, and you didn't think she was wrong for it. But you remembered Sooyoung's words: act with purpose.

10 minutes passed. Then another 10. You thought you heard someone heading to you, but it was just a lone night jogger. Then another 15.

A hooded figure suddenly walked up to the streetlight, wearing a pair of light pink pajama pants with a still indiscernible cartoon print and chunky rubber slides. Her face was obscured, but you didn't need to see it to know who it was. You stood up in... excitement? Frantic? The feeling didn't matter.

When Rei was finally right next to you, she had no makeup on, her eyes very puffy and reddish. Her face was scrunched into a scowl, but softened as you looked at her.

You reached out to hand her the potato chip bag. Without words, she grabbed it gingerly before taking a seat on the rock. You sat the same way, back against hers.

You struggled to find the words to say, the right ones at least. You wanted to say everything right away, that you were sorry and you were insensitive and self-centered.

Rei heaved a heavy sigh. "You can say anything you want," she replied. "Stop overthinking it."

You tried to angle your body a little bit more towards Rei. "Remember that night after the school play?"

Silence, though you heard her breathing sound shaky.

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"Um... I want to leave the Science club."

You dropped your sandwich. "What?! B-but why?"

"Because... I just got into the school play," she said with a subdued smile.

You slammed your hands on the table excitedly. "Oh, forget the Science club! That's amazing! When's the show?"

"End of the year," she replied, loosening up to your cheer. "But I need to quit to focus on rehearsals and all."

"Yeah yeah, totally," you said, and hugged her tight without thinking. "I'm so happy for you!

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"Hey Jen," you asked your cute friend in the Science club, "what's a good color of flower to give someone?"

She looked at you, puzzled. "Color?"

"Yeah," you continued. "Or type. Design? I don't know, I've never learned about flower names."

"Design?!," she replied incredulously. "So you've never heard of poinsettia? Chrysanthemum? Geranium? Jasmine??"

"Um... violets like the color? And roses!," you replied excitedly.

Jen slapped her forehead. "O-kay. And here you are in the Science club."

"I'm a chemistry guy, okay?," you defended yourself. "Please help me."

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At the end of the show, you waited by the backstage with a handful of three white roses and three violets. You didn't have that much money, but you wanted to get Rei her favorite flowers – fortunately the only flowers you knew. Rei stood out well, delivering her lines with clearly and making everyone laugh with her witty lines. She deserved these flowers.

5 minutes passed. Then another 5. Then another actor came out, noticing you.

"Oh, you looking for Rei?," he asked. "She went out with her friends in the other direction. Sorry."

Without thinking, you texted her right away. "Meet at the rock, as soon as you can."

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"I waited for you that night," you continued, "even if you'd left. I ran to this rock and waited, even if you were late, like actually late. Even if I was tired, and sweaty, and full of mosquito bites."

You heard Rei sniffling.

"Rei, I'm sorry," you said. "I wasn't... attentive. I was selfish. Or self-centered. Whatever the word is. I wasn't looking at what was right in front of me." You paused, trying to gauge if Rei was still capable of listening.

"I hope you believe me, but before everyone else it was you," you said, holding back your own tears. "That was almost 10 years ago. I'm not going to pretend that I currently reciprocate your feelings for me, but I want to try to bring back what I felt a long time ago."

Rei paused and sniffled. "I still have them."

"Huh?"

She pulled out her wallet and pulled out a folded piece of paper, with one rose and one violet dried up and pressed on it.

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It was almost 11:30PM. You'd been waiting at the rock for almost 40 minutes. You'd rushed to the rock, no snacks or mosquito lamp or flashlight; just you.

Your legs were shaking. You felt your heart race only slightly slower than how it was waiting outside the backstage. You felt your fingers get cold, even when your palms were sweaty. You barely could sit still.

Of all the classmates you've ever liked, this feeling was the first you attached to one – and it was Rei.

You heard and saw a car drive up to her house, and saw a figure step out of it. You stood up, wanting to see the figure better, but there was no need – the figure started running hurriedly to your direction.

"Rei! You were–" you tried to say, before all of her crashed into you at full speed. You almost got knocked off your feet, if not for the rock catching your fall. Which hurt a bit, but you ignored with Rei's tight hug.

"I'm so sorry! My friends just whisked me away, I was actually looking for you, and–," she frantically replied.

"No, it's no bother, really! You were great! I got you these–," you said at the same time, before stopping and pushing Rei away in shocking realization.

"Ow! Hey, what was – oh no!," she exclaimed.

In your excitement, you hugged with the bouquet between you, the paper wrapping ripped apart by the moisture and the flower petals bent out of their original shape. When you let go of each other, it had fallen to your feet.

Rei looked at you, tears suddenly starting to well up. "I'm sorry...," she said softly, "I didn't–"

You picked up the flowers, offering it to Rei anyway, feeling your cheeks flush with heat and your heart thumping in your ears.

"I got you these," you said softly. "Sorry it's a bit... yeah."

She went in to hug you, making sure the flowers stayed in your hand and away from you while she did. She held you in a hug for a long while, both of you calming down.

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You held the paper in your hands while Rei spoke.

"That night, when I got home, I remember pressing the flowers one by one," she explained, "and I remembered that with every flower I did, I was extra careful and extra giddy. And that's when I knew I liked you." You folded up the paper the way she did.

"I didn't really... have a crush on you or anything either," she continued, her body starting to face yours. "But a part of me kept thinking, 'if he asked you out, I'd say yes right away.' So I waited."

Rei looked away again. "Then you started going out with Jen," she added, her face more distraught. "Then that didn't work. Then there was that girl you met at your freshman mixer. Then it was... I don't know how many girls you talked to me about. But every single one felt like there was one thing I had but two things I didn't."

You started anxiously biting your nails. How had you not noticed this sooner? How could you completely have ignored someone who you ran to incessantly?

"But I stayed because you meant a lot to me too," Rei said. "I don't regret any of it. I don't hold it... no, I did hold it against you for a bit. A while. A long while. Maybe I still do, just a bit."

She fell silent. She wasn't crying anymore, but you could imagine her face looking very close to weeping.

"I guess all there's left to say is," she added, "I wanna give you a chance."

You didn't quite have the words, but your body was telling you to move, to act.

Grabbing her into fireman's carry, you lifted her with all your energy to sit onto your lap. "Whoa, hey, what are you doing?!," Rei reacted. You were now both face to face with each other, foreheads and cheeks pressed up. You felt the warmth of her breath, and paused.

This was it, the feeling that was missing. You went through every single time you went out with Sooyoung, then all the times you went out with Rei. You thought about all the places you'd gone with Jen, then remembered all the times you went there first with Rei. You remembered every single date you've been on, then brought yourself right back to this moment. Rei was the missing piece – the yearning for reciprocation, for recognition, for a sign, and like a puzzle she belonged right there, in your embrace.

You didn't even think too hard about what to do next. You planted your lips on hers, briefly — and everything felt right.

When you parted from her, she looked at you, stunned, for a whole second, before she closed her eyes and dove into your lips, for twice as long.

"Finally," Rei smirked, "thought you'd never figure it out."

You kept on kissing, the screeching of crickets and birds around you interrupted only by the smacking of your lips against one another. Rei's lips softly cushioned yours as your heads twisted, trying to push each other in more deeply than physically possible; but such was your appetite for her, and hers for you, yearning to dig deeper for everything that was just unearthed.

You released your grasp on her and she looked at you, her scowl dissipated by a more sincerely warm and toothy smile. She didn't have to explain anything further, all her feelings told by the smile plastered on her face.

"Rei, I'm–," you started, but silenced by a single finger on your lips.

"Stop," she butted in. "Save it for later. Just hold me first."

You brought in your thighs under her to hold her more closely, still cradling her like a baby. She wrapped an arm around your shoulder and nuzzled her face on yours, releasing all the aggression she had pent up.

Every time you shifted your position, she used her other hand to fix it back in place with a light slap. "Stop ruining my moment," she hissed, though her tone gave away that it was less hostile and more clingy.

She released you from her grip and stared at you again. "I'm ready to forgive you now," she said, a hint of sass audible in her voice.

"What an honor," you replied, rolling your eyes. She grabbed your face between her fingers, squeezing your cheeks.

"Shh," she rebutted, "you're not off the hook yet." She stood up, offering a hand to you.

You held it, though looked at her puzzled. "Wait, where are we going?"

"My room," she replied, starting to pull you towards her house.

"Wait, but your family–"

"Not home," Rei said curtly. "Just trust me."

You dropped your hesitations and let her pull you in, following her into her house, up the stairs, and into her room. The lights were off, and before your hand reached the switch, she stopped you.

"No," Rei said firmly, "I wanna do this in the dark." Your mind started racing – was this really happening? You've never gotten this far with a girl, you've never prepared for it either mentally or materially, but you weren't against the pace things were going. Maybe you were even excited.

In the shadows, you saw Rei take off her shirt, her silhouette only accented by the plain white walls and cabinets in the room. You saw the curves on her body, the way her breasts rested on her body, her bare legs and thighs smooth and slightly toned. She stood a bit awkwardly, but with purpose.

"I don't just want you to like me back," she replied firmly, "I wanna prove to you I'm better than all of them."

Rei stepped closer, her body only slightly illuminated by the moonlight streaming from her window.

"Do you want me like this?," she asked, her voice shaky.

"Y-yes," you stammered, still shocked at the pace of things.

Your heart raced. You knew Rei to be competitive, or at the very least petty enough to do the most out of spite. You couldn't possibly imagine how she was going to utilize that burning passion in the moment.

"Rei," you said, "are you sure you wanna do this right now?"

She stepped forward until she was face to face with you, her breath warm just inches from your face. She removed your shirt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes pierced into yours.

"Yes," she said with determination, "I'm gonna make sure you never forget me."

Rei pushed you down by your shoulders to sit you on the bed, and knelt by your feet. She pulled down your underwear and let it sit by your feet, then crawled up in between your legs until her mouth was right up to your groin.

"Look at me," she spoke sternly.

Keeping her hands on your legs, she dipped down to catch your dick in her mouth, held in place in between her lips. With her lips almost vacuum sealed against the tip of your erection, she shoved her head into you, forcing your length in as if her mouth were immovably tight.

The feeling of her lips grazing against your length, lubricated by her tongue swirling around your shafted continuously, was incomparable. When you let go of her gaze to throw your head back in ecstasy, she dug her fingernails into your thighs to grab your attention.

Rei sucked you off with almost mechanical pace; she covered your length from base to under the tip with consistency, not so fast that she was ramming herself into you, but definitely slow enough the you weren't writhing and ramming yourself into her in chase of stimulation.

"Fuck, Rei, fuck," you reacted, watching her eyes stare unmoved from yours. Even when your legs trembled, her hands held you firmly in place. She even moved her hands down to your ankles and heels, wrapping her forearms behind your calves.

"Fuck, Rei, that's so good," you continued, her pace only slightly picking up. "Holy fuck, holy shit."

As you approached your climax, you started uncontrollably bucking your hips, as if chasing after her. Yet Rei continued at her pace, unchanged even with your disruptions. It was almost torturous keeping yourself from finishing.

"Rei, please, I wanna cum, I'm so close, faster," you begged.

"Mmm-mmm," she said, shaking her head. Still Rei continued at her pace, your head now fully facing up at the ceiling. Your eyes were wide open, even rolled up as you approached climax.

"Rei, Rei," you called out her name. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna–"

Then she stopped, popping her mouth out from your cock. You twitched for a few times, then your hips started bucking in search of her mouth, thighs shaking uncontrollably. Rei stared at you with a devilish grin, as if mocking your current state.

"Are you okay?" she asked, rubbing your thigh. You didn't even know what to reply; it felt good – amazing, even – up until that moment she denied it from you. You just stared at her, wide eyed, confused.

"Great," she replied with a smile. From her bedside table, she pulled out a lip tint, applying it to her lips until it glistened in the moonlight.

"Okay, let's mark that... one," she remarked, gingerly tracing a single, horizontal line on the inside of your bare leg with the tint. "Ready for number two?"

"Hold up, what do you mean number–" was all you could utter before Rei took your cock in her mouth a second time. She engulfed your dick in its entirety in one go, until her painted lips landed at the base of your groin.

She kept the suction in her mouth as she slowly – very slowly, almost dragging her lips across every vein on your shaft – lifted her head. When she got to the bottom of your swollen head, she released her lips and took your length in again, repeating the process.

You've never felt the sensation before: you were sensitive, still close to your orgasm; but you could feel something still pooling up within the base of your cock, even adding to what was already there just before she stopped sucking you.

After three more slow and gentle bobs of her head, Rei's lip tint left a faint stain around the base of your cock, wet from saliva and very much visible – like she had wanted to leave it there. She teased you a bit more, sucking only the half inch right under your head, before releasing it with a pop. Your mouthed barely formed a coherent sentence, overwhelmed still by the ticklish sensation on the underside of your shaft.

She released you briefly to purse her lips, keeping them moist, before resuming back at the same consistent pace she was at just earlier. Rei stared at you with unmoving, almost dismissive eyes; you felt her soft, luscious lips press up against your groin as they landed at the base of your dick. Her tongue pressed up on the underside of your shaft, the tip just barely tickling frenulum. All that, and you felt her pace pick up, her face slamming a tad lighter onto your body.

"Fuck, I wanna cum so bad, Rei," you groaned. "God, you're good at this." Rei chuckled with your dick still in her mouth, the vibrations adding stimulation.

Again, you neared your breaking point. Your breathing turned into loud gasping and moaning, until all you were saying was her name over and over again: "Rei, Rei, Rei." The suction on her lips broke as she smiled, now shoving your dick as far deep into her throat.

Except it didn't reach the back of her throat, Rei's face and nose instead slamming into your hips. Even when it was practically buried in your pubes, she still stared at you with hungry, lustful eyes.

"Rei, I'm gonna– fuck, I'm– hah, fuck–," you bumbled, your torso rocking back and forth as she continued to suck harder and faster. You could feel the swelling tide of cum in your shaft, ready to burst, and you bucked your hips in the air...

Then Rei stopped, again, releasing you from your grasp. Your hips stayed in the air, chasing after her mouth, and you groaned aloud in frustration. One, two droplets of white spilled from your tip, which Rei watched as it slid down your shaft. You reached a hand for your cock, intending to stroke yourself to completion, but Rei suddenly lunged at you, shoving you fully onto the bed.

"I told you I wasn't gonna make you forget me," she said mischievously. "But you owe me for making me cry my eyes out the whole week."

You gasped for air, out of breath from being denied a second orgasm, but you didn't move as proof of submission. She grabbed a long ribbon from a drawer and sat you up, tying your hands behind your back. She made you sit with your back to the headboard of her bed, reapplied her lip tint, and drew another line down from the previous one on your thigh. "That's two," she cooed.

Now you felt a pain in your groin, like from the denial. You still felt a load ready to come out with the right amount of coaxing, but judging from Rei's treatment that wasn't going to come easy.

She took you in her mouth again, this time going even slower than before. Unlike the second time, where she was more frantic and hasty, she returned to her pace from when she started – mechanical, consistent, tantalizing.

But this time the sensation on your dick was different. It tickled, almost painfully, but in a stimulating way – you wanted it to keep going and end right now.

Still Rei sucked on, her lips covered in spit. She started to spill so much drool from her mouth that it began coating your shaft, slowly dripping over your balls and onto the bed. The trails left behind were cold in the air, even when it started spilling onto your taint.

Now you were seated completely on the bed, legs splayed outwards, while Rei laid on her stomach. You could see her ass in the dark, not wide but definitely sizable, like you could grab a whole handful of it. You've never noticed these features on Rei – not her boobs or her butt, maybe her thighs the few times your hormonal teenager self ogled at all the girls in your PE class – but you realize now that she was just as hot as a lot of the girls you've dated.

She let go of your cock to flick it with her finger a single time. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?!," you whined.

"I said, look at me," Rei growled, swallowing your dick whole right as she said it. The sharp pain from the flick actually made the load welling up in your shaft retreat, and now you weren't sure if she was grabbing attention or keeping your orgasm delayed again – maybe even both.

That delay never came. She picked up her pace again, the pain in your balls increasing as you could feel them trying to squeeze out a third one. Though it welled again at your base, you now felt all of your cum fill up your length, from base to tip. As Rei's sucking continued, you felt yourself twitch, and you swore that the trails of saliva she left started turning whiter.

"Rei, please, I'm so close," you begged. "I wanna cum so bad..."

"Keep begging," she muttered, as she picked up her pace yet again.

"Rei, you suck me so well, holy fucking shit," you praised, hoping that would encourage her to let you actually finish. "Your face looks so fucking hot while you take me whole."

Rei started moaning at your words, and you notice one of her hands, while the other was wrapped firmly around your base, was in between her legs. Each moan she made only brought you closer to finishing.

"Please, Rei," you begged, "I wanna cum so bad, I wanna cum for you so bad..."

Rei let her mouth go of your dick and started licking your frenulum vigorously. The extra sensation was enough to start breaking the dam, and your mouth blubbered to make sure she knew that "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum– agh!"

With one final thrust in the air, you burst, as Rei's hand around your base let go. For a split second, you swore time slowed down as you saw your cumshot burst into the air – which you've never, ever seen – then another, and another, and another. The sudden ecstasy of your release made you increasingly lightheaded, almost blanking out

After what felt like minutes, you came to, and Rei's face was completely drenched in white, viscous globs of cum, dripping onto her chin. Her mouth, agape as she caught her breath, bore strings of cum that spanned her lips, trembling with every pant she made.

You stared at each other. She smiled in satisfaction, licking her lips and lapping up all the cum she could with her tongue. You finally found the presence of mind to laugh, your high fully felt as it coursed through your bones. "Holy fuck, that was amazing," you remarked, and Rei gave you her toothy smile in pleasure.

She pulled out her tint again to mark your leg – a single line right next to the second, now looking like T mixed with an F. "That's three," she chuckled, "you're crazy, you know that?" You breathed heavily, gasping for air, still laughing.

Without warning, Rei gobbled up your dick again, now doubly aggressive than how she sucked you prior. Your eyes widened, your abdomen crunched, and your hips tried to retreat into the bed, only being stopped by said bed against Rei's relentless bobbing.

You writhed and laughed as the sensation turned more ticklish, as your shaft felt every ridge on Rei's lips rub against it. You laughed, groaned, even yelped as the sensation blended into the pain in your balls from being wrung dry.

"Rei– hah, stop! Fuck, stop!," you begged. Rei groaned her rejection of your request, replacing her mouth with the quick stroking of her hand.

"Come on, take it," she taunted. "You owe me all of it."

Your body twisted and contorted from the extreme sensation. But surprisingly, you could still feel something welling up in your shaft – your release merely held back by the ticklish sensation.

Rei rubbed you faster, scraping off some cum from her face onto yours until it was slick, sliding, and squelching with her grasp.

"One last," she reassured, "give it to me. I want it all over my face. I want it all over my mouth. I wanna feel your seed all over me. Make me yours. Mark me. Claim me."

Your writhing was frantic and aggressive. If not for Rei's weight on your legs you would have shaken yourself free, but your arms were still held back. No amount of retreat stopped Rei's unrelenting stroking.

"You're mine," she growled, taking your whole length in one last time. That last line of dirty talk was all you needed, and you cum another – a fourth? – time. It disappeared into Rei's mouth, but when she let go, a few streaks of drippy, clear fluid left a trail around your tip.

You panted, eyes heavy from exhaustion and ecstasy and head buzzing. You felt Rei trace another line inside your thigh. "Four," she teased, "if only we could make that five." Worn out as you were, you felt your dick twitch still, the prospect of being used by Rei surprisingly a turn on.

Rei clicked her tongue at the sight of you, slowly kissing your sensitive cock. Each one was light and cold at each touch, making you twitch and shudder harder and harder as she continued. She giggled as she continued, picking up the pace.

You heaved to catch your breath. "You're... very... pleased... despite... being sad..."

Rei paused her kissing. "Sad? I wasn't sad," she replied, dragging her tongue from the base of your cock to your tip, with a slow, dick-achingly long drag. "More frustrated. I've wanted you for so long and you kept wanting others. Now that you're mine, I'm never letting you go."

You laughed in panic. "Okay, I'm sorry... Fuck, I've never... never had a blowjob... like that.."

Rei giggled as she made another long stroke on your dick, your groans even louder behind hard-gritted teeth.

"You sound like you're in pain," she cooed, her tone seemingly mocking you. "You want me to stop?" she dragged her tongue once again, intent to continue until you stopped her. But you said nothing, merely groaning and gasping for air, eyes almost watering at how sensitive you felt. And Rei loved watching you squirm.

Like the end to an elaborate ritual, Rei took your dick in her mouth fully, wrapping her lips tightly around your head, forcing it through her mouth, and keeping the seal tight around your shaft – the same way she started. Inside her tongue did most of the work, stroking the full underside of your dick as she bobbed her head gently up and down the lower half of your shaft.

Painfully, you squirmed, feeling something pool at your base. "Fuck, stop! I'm gonna– fuck!"

Before you realized it, you squirted into Rei's mouth – squirted, meaning you felt a sharp jet of liquid spray out of your dick. Rei had let go of you just before you did, the fluids coating her face, your torso, your thighs, and the bedsheets.

With that, you let out a single laugh, and felt the ringing and the blackness in your field of view take over.

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When you woke up, the sun was almost about to rise. On Rei's bedside, her alarm clock read 5:39AM.

You tried to get up by propping yourself up with your hands – revealing that your bindings have been removed. Your groin ached and your member felt sore and sensitive, and you groaned to summon all the strength you had in you to get up.

Hobbling to the bathroom, you realize your skin felt surprisingly clean. You had been sweating and drenched in all manner of ejaculate last night, yet you felt like you'd taken a clean shower.

When you got to the bathroom, you turned on the faucet and rubbed your face, trying to wash the grogginess out of your system. When you opened your eyes, however, you found a little surprise: Rei left her lip tint counter on your thigh, the lines now forming the character 正. Around the base of your dick was a pink stain, the same ones caused by Rei's lips.

You grinned instantly – she accomplished her mission. "God damn," you muttered to yourself, "definitely the best blowjob I've had."

"Good," Rei replied, suddenly waiting at the door. You jumped, instinctively hiding your crotch in your hands. Rei tossed you your underwear and pants, and you swiftly put them on. She however wore your shirt, which fit her nicely – stretching down just past her hips that she was fully, but just barely, covered up.

She held your hands in hers, swinging them playfully. "I think I went... a little overboard last night..."

"You think?," you laughed at her.

She tilted her head and looked away. "Well... maybe I planned to go overboard..." She could barely hide her smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "I sure hope I've apologized sufficiently then."

"Hmmm," Rei replied cheekily, "take me out on a date first. Then we're even."

You embraced Rei tenderly, rubbing your hands on her back as she rubbed her face into your chest. Things felt right – for once you weren't just giving, but receiving twice over.

"I'm sorry for taking you for granted, Rei," you said softly into her hair.

"It's okay," she said, her face squished into your bare chest. "Don't go."

You held Rei by the shoulders and stared at her. She smiled from ear to ear, her eyes squished so much she looked like she couldn't even see. That's the Rei you liked.

"So," you replied, "how about we go clothes shopping?"

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Jang Wonyoung x Shin Yuna x M!reader

Tags: smut, mutual masturbation, (considerable amount of) fluff

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"I know you have a crush on Yuna."

You look up at Wonyoung, intently clacking at her computer on the other side of the table. "I have no idea what you're talking about," you dared to say.

"Sure," she retorted. "Keep denying it."

"Wonyoung," you scoffed, at a loss for words. Because damn, she was correct, and you were terrified.

"What?" Wonyoung cut in, now looking at you intently with a smirk. "Think I wouldn't notice when I'm three feet away from you at most for 9 hours a day?"

"Okay," you reply slowly, treading into the conversation carefully. "What exactly is your proof?"

She cleared her throat before shouting, "YUNA!"

"Whatthefuckareyoudoing?!," you mumble as Yuna's chair rolled up right beside you.

"What's up, Wony?," she said, headphones dangling on her neck.

"Uhhh... nothing. I forgot," Wonyoung replied with a falsely innocent smile.

Yuna gave her a puzzled look. "Oookay? Nice talking then," she responded, before rolling away in her chair and putting her pair of headphones back on. When she had looked more fully engrossed, you shot a dirty glare at Wonyoung.

"What the fuck was that for?!," you exclaimed.

"You are so obvious!," Wonyoung replied with a slap on your hand. "You physically recoiled and froze. You didn't even try to look busy. I saw your ears flush! I bet they're still hot right now, aren't they?"

"That's...," you trail off, rubbing your appreny cold fingers on your evidently warm ears. "Ugh. Fine. Yes, I am crushing on Yuna. So what?"

"Then you should ask her out," she said, the jest in her voice dissipating into encouragement. "Take her on a date with you."

"That's just weird," you shot back. "We just met her."

"So?," Wonyoung tilted her head. "Also, 'just?!' Six months is not 'just met' territory."

You sighed, staring at the ceiling. "I've never done this before, y'know."

"Then now's as good a chance as any," she replied, before her phone started buzzing. "I gotta go. I have to sit in another department's meeting."

"Good luck!," you greeted her, even as she was in a rush.

Before you got back to work, Yuna rolled up back to your side, with a big grin on her face.

"What's with the grin?," you asked, puzzled.

"You like Wonyoung, don't you?," Yuna teased.

"What?!," you exclaimed. "Where'd you get that idea?"

"Answer me first," Yuna retorted, pointing a playful hand-gun to your temple. "Or... I'll tell her."

"Yuna...," you hesitated. Because damn, she was correct, and you were terrified. Again.

"A-ha! Knew it," she exclaimed.

You scratched your head. That's two for two today. "Okay, and how exactly did you 'know' it?"

"Hmm," Yuna gave it some thought. "Well first, the way you two exchange banter, it's like you're best friends."

"I mean, duh, we're workmates," you replied. "But that's not proof I like her."

"On the contrary," she added, "the way you smile at her, and stare at her, and get locked in your conversations with her – that's second, third, and fourth. You can't just stay best friends."

"Maybe I'm just a good listener!," you defended yourself. "Why think right away that we should date?"

"Because," she continued, leaning her elbow on your armrest, "I like to think know the face of a boy who loves someone's company. And you love her company. And her attention. Bet you didn't even see me staring at you guys, didn't you?"

You gulped. "Wait... did you listen to our conversation?"

"Of course not," she reassured, pointing to her headphones. "But the fact you didn't notice means you were stuck in your own little world. You should ask her out!"

"I can't," you groaned. "I've never done this before." Déjà vu.

"Figure it out then!," she said encouragingly. "Maybe think about it for a bit. But you better ask her!" She put her headphones back on and rolled back to her spot, same as before.

You buried your face in your hands. It's one thing to have a workplace crush; it's another thing to have two of them with you in your three-person team. Hiding it all was definitely not an easy task.

It all started with Wonyoung, actually. You both entered the company and your current assignment at the same time. Working around Wonyoung the first few times was difficult solely due to your nerves – she was no-nonsense, wanting to have an answer to every request in as little time as possible. And she kept that composure with a twinkle in her eye and the cutest smirk of accomplishment when you did. But that also meant pressure on you to keep up with her – which you didn't hate, actually.

You were still in your downward spiral of infatuation when a few weeks later Yuna was added in. She was no polar opposite to Wonyoung, but she was definitely a much warmer presence than her; she would fondly hold your hand when asking you for guidance, or "swing by" to catch a quick break from work on her side of the room. But what really caught you was when she was most relaxed in her own world, a very candid, renaissance-like view of her always available when you turned your head in her direction.

It's been six months since you've all met, and the feelings are most definitely not out of your system. If anything, it's gotten worse, today being evidence of that.

About an hour later, Wonyoung came back, face scrunched into a scowl.

"Wony? What's–," you tried to say.

"Yuna. Huddle up," Wonyoung said. Yuna stood up from her chair and sat on the armrest of yours.

Wonyoung, leaned on her arms over the table and head fully bowed, took a few seconds to gain her composure.

"We need to make a marketing deck. By day after tomorrow. The whole thing: collaterals, assets, the works."

"But that's a Saturday. What the hell?!," was all you could react with. Yuna, however, looked a little more disappointed than frustrated.

"Man, I was thinking of seeing my parents this weekend," Yuna tried to say, before again being cut off by Wonyoung.

"I know, guys, don't worry. I came up with something," Wonyoung continued. "It's not going to be fun, but I think we can finish all of this by tomorrow night if we try really hard enough."

"And I assume that entails...," you lead on. Wonyoung heaves a big sigh.

"Yeah... we gotta pull at least one, potentially two, all-nighters," Wonyoung continued, to which everyone – her included – groaned at. However, she lightened up immediately. "Fortunately for us, I got permission to work from home tomorrow. So we can work together at someone's place."

"Maybe you can stay at mine," Yuna offered. "As a goodbye of sorts to the apartment."

"Oh, you're moving out?," you replied.

"And moving in with me," Wonyoung added. "Rent's cheaper if we split it."

"Don't feel so left out," Yuna said, pushing your shoulder. "You're free to visit."

"Y-yeah, sure, though I'd have thought by now you'd be tired of seeing my face everyday," you laughed nervously. If the forces that be played pranks, this was definitely one of them.

"What? I was just about to ask if we could hang out more, like over drinks or something," Yuna commented.

Wonyoung gave you a look, then clicked her tongue at both of you. "We can plan a much-deserved drinking session another time. For now we gotta agree on it. As a team. We got each other, right?"

"Of course!," Yuna said with a big smile.

"Game," you replied.

"You guys are the best," Wonyoung responded, beaming. "Okay! Texting boss now."

"Hey, we can clock out now," Yuna added, while Wonyoung typed up her response. "How about let's meet by 9PM? Have some time to ourselves, go home and get some stuff."

"Sure," you reply, quickly packing everything up. "Gotta get going then."

"Bye!," Yuna waved.

"See you in a bit," Wonyoung replied, moving in to give a cheek-to-cheek hug.

On the bus home, all you could do was rub your face with your hands, groaning at the situation. It wasn't so much the hassle or the work, but purely that you'd be spending the next few nights around the both of them, nonstop. The only consolation was that actually working as a team was fun – you had an easy-to-keep rhythm that got stuff done fast, and that made the work enjoyable.

You felt your heart race, your spine shiver, your chest grow a metaphorical hole. What that all meant, you dare not think about right now.

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"Hello, Yuna? I have snacks," you muttered into the intercom. You were on the dot, as agreed.

"Great!," Wonyoung's voice cut in, "just come on up." Guess she was early, typical of her.

When you got there, you found the two on opposite sides of a small rectangular table. Around them were open bags of chips and assorted drinks: juices, colas, and an unopened bottle of wine.

"How long have you been here?," you asked.

"She practically lives here now," Yuna replied. "That's why I don't mind moving in with her."

"You make it sound like I've been here ever since I met you," Wonyoung dismissed her. "I think it's been a few weeks since I was first here. Then I guess I just kept coming here because it's much closer to the office."

"Too small to split though, I assume," you added, looking at the room, a single space with a bed in a far corner and a sizable table right next to a kitchen and sink.

"Way too small for me," she replied. "Come, sit there by the end of the table. There's an extension cord here, get whatever snacks you want."

In the first hour you laid out everything that needed to be done, and after another hour of working, Wonyoung took a quick nap while you and Yuna worked on some graphics. Wonyoung was a light sleeper, so you couldn't talk much, though the faint snoring did give a hint you could talk a bit more than usual.

"How'd you get into graphic design?," you asked.

"Been doing this for family and relatives for a while now," she replied. "When they said they'd stop asking me for free labor if I got a full-time job, I jumped right on it."

"True that," you responded.

When Wonyoung woke up after an hour and a half or so, Yuna decided to take a nap as well, at your prompting. Within minutes she was breathing heavily.

"Seems like you made some progress on the pitch document," Wonyoung remarked.

"Only 'cause we're putting off the actual strategic plan," you replied. "That was gonna be easier when you were awake."

"Fair enough, I'll work on that now then," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Just some research figures," you said. "Felt like they might ask for a breakdown by demographic during the meeting."

"Good idea," she replied.

After about two more hours of working, you were yawning non-stop. "Fuuu-," you yawned, "-uuucking hell, this is insane."

"Hey," Wonyoung held your hand. "Take a nap. I got this."

"Thanks," you whispered, as you lay your head on the table. As you drifted off, you still managed to hear Yuna wake up and the first part of their conversation.

"Oh, how long has he been out?," Yuna asked.

"Just a few minutes," Wonyoung replied. That was the last you caught of their conversation was Wonyoung saying "He kinda looks..." before you dozed off.

When you woke up at 4AM, you found Wonyoung no longer at the table but on the bed, and Yuna asleep at the computer. She was in the middle of editing the last few slides, so you helped finish that up. After you put the final edits on the whole document and a poster no one had worked on yet, your 5AM alarm rang. Everyone in the small room jolted awake.

"Oh shit," Yuna replied. "I fell asleep again."

"Don't worry about it," you reassured, rubbing your eyes. "Just finished it."

"Really?," Wonyoung yawned. "Thank fuck." She dropped to the bed.

"Scoot over," Yuna groaned. "That's my bed." Wonyoung groaned as well as she made space for Yuna, and the two laid side by side, facing each other.

After you closed everything up and made a quick scan of everything you had so far, you closed your laptop and breathed a sigh of relief – for now, at least. You found a note on the back of your laptop, likely from when you were sleeping, from Yuna. "Sleeping bag's by the foot of the bed," it read. True enough, it was there. Better than nothing.

You also found the two in the same position, but more entangled. Their legs were crossed over each other; Wonyoung's hand was laid onto Yuna's neck, and Yuna's hand over Wonyoung's waist.

Only now did you notice their clothes from yesterday: Wonyoung had a set of pajamas on, while Yuna had a pair of shorts and a plain shirt. And they looked... pretty: the way Wonyoung hair was draped over her face, the way Yuna's mouth was somewhat half-open, the smoothness of their skin, the curves of their torsos... You ran to the bathroom, immediately washing your face and slapping your face repeatedly.

"Snap the fuck out of it," you told yourself aloud. "Stop thinking about those kinds of things, or it will get awkward and you won't have friends anymore." You got out, you quietly walked to the sleeping bag and fell asleep, in no time at all.

When you woke up, it was 10AM – 5 straight hours of sleep. Not bad. Both of them were up already, scrolling through TikToks together and giggling.

"Morning," you groaned.

"Hey," Wonyoung replied. "Sleep well?"

"Mmm," you groaned, not exactly a confirmation.

"Sorry," Yuna replied.

"No, sorry, still groggy," you reassured. "I'm alright."

You got up to see a sandwich on the table. "Oh, thanks guys," you remarked. You sat at the table to eat while Wonyoung and Yuna stayed at the bed. "What else do we need to do?," you asked.

"Actually, about that...," Wonyoung began. Yuna's lips were pursed. "So... we're actually done. I kinda just told boss that we needed more time to work on it, without the all-nighter part."

"And that means we have a free day!," Yuna added.

"Wait, but... you said we'd finish by tonight," you clarified.

"Yeah, and I wanted you guys to hop on my master plan without anyone telling me off. Like you," Wonyoung responded.

You scoffed. "Was that supposed to be an insult?" You looked at Yuna. "Were you in on this?"

"She means you might have wanted to stay home instead, silly," Yuna replied. "And for the record, no, she told me while I was making the sandwich."

"Almost woke you up with her squeal when I told her," Wonyoung chided.

"Shut up," Yuna rebutted. "Back to my point. We literally have not gone out with you, like, ever."

Wonyoung snapped her fingers. "Exactly! So, that said, what do you guys wanna do?"

"Ooh, I wanna actually taste that," Yuna began, pointing to the vodka on the table, "and not leave it wasting in my cabinet anymore."

You sighed. "I'm down, but I don't think we should exert ourselves that much. We literally only got half the hours of sleep we should have."

"Point taken," Wonyoung replied. "Maybe you should tell us where to go!"

"Uhh," you trail off. "You sure you want that?"

"Of course!" Yuna replied. "I can't even name one of your favorite things."

You pulled out some unwarranted courage from deep within you. "There's two of them right in front of me," you tease, awkwardly pointing finger guns at both of them. What the fuck, you think to yourself.

"You did not just say that," Wonyoung interjected with a playfully disgusted look.

"Minus points on the delivery, babe," Yuna smirked, "but great response." Something about the nickname made your heart race a little bit faster.

"Thanks?," you replied.

"Fine," Wonyoung groaned, trying to hide a smile. "What's the third?"

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You took in a deep breath of air and scouted the area. "Yep, I think this is a great spot," you said. "Let's set up here."

You dropped the plastic bags of food on the wooden table and set up some utensils. You were at a base camp about 2 hours away from the city, though from your house – which you passed by to get all the gear – it was only about two-thirds the journey.

"I can't believe this is so close to your house," Yuna reacted, stretching her legs and arms. "If I lived there I'd be hiking every weekend."

"'Close' is relative," you replied. "But I used to. Now I literally don't have time to do that anymore."

"The sky looks so nice now," Wonyoung replied, twirling in her sundress. "Guess we got here at just the right time."

After ordering some food for lunch at Yuna's, you parted ways to freshen up and take some time to rest. You brought your car to drive by their places, which took some time, but did help make the trip to the camp faster.

"This, ladies, is my third favorite thing in the world," you said, stretching your arms to the sky theatrically. "The sunset."

"It's beautiful," Wonyoung responded. "Good thinking."

The girls started taking turns taking photos of each other, giggling and exchanging remarks as they tried to find their favorite shots. You watched from the table, enamored by their merrymaking.

"I'm starving," Yuna quipped as they walked back to the table. She removed her sweater as she sat down revealing a crop top underneath. "Maybe we can start now?"

"It's early, but sure," you replied. You'd passed by different stores for some grilled meats and other assortments of food – which, as Yuna promised, were perfect to pre-game for the vodka.

You sat on one side of the table while Yuna and Wonyoung sat on the other. Their faces were lit up well by the afternoon sky, what bare makeup they put on making their skin gleam. You pulled out your phone to take a picture of them, and showed it to the pair.

"This picture of us is sooo cute!," Yuna said to Wonyoung. "Can you send it to me?"

"Hold up," Wonyoung stopped Yuna, pulling out an instant film camera. "Use this too." You did your best to replicate the photo and snapped a picture of the pair, which Wonyoung printed out three copies of.

"How about you?," Wonyoung asked. "Let us take a picture of you."

You waved your hands in front of your face. "I'm fine! I go here all the time."

"Shut up and just smile, you dork," Yuna replied, pinning your hands to the table. "Wony, go."

She took a picture, showed it to Yuna, and the two giggled.

"You look amazing here," Yuna responded. "Look!," she showed the screen.

"Okay, fine," you groaned, "this might be the best photo I've had of myself since graduation."

"Then I'll give you a copy!," Wonyoung replied, printing another 3 copies of the photo.

"Oh come on," you said shyly. "That's a bit too much."

"What do you mean?," Wonyoung continued. "This is our first group outing. Gotta memorialize these things."

"Aww, are you shy?," said Yuna, pinching your cheek in jest. You playfully slapped her hand.

"No! I just don't like taking pictures of myself," you retort.

"But I took the picture, not you," Wonyoung chimed. "So take it as a gift. Here, you even get one of both of us!"

You could feel yourself blush as you looked at it, their eyes perfectly twinkling in the sunset light; hopefully that same light masked it. "I'll put this in an oversized picture frame for my sidetable," you replied sarcastically. Wonyoung rolled her eyes and Yuna stuck out her tongue.

You sighed. "You're acting like elementary kids," you remarked. "With actual speaking ability."

"So that means we're friends!," Yuna replied.

"You make it sound like I've contested that," you said.

"No, it's just that this is literally the first time we've hung out," Yuna continued, "and to my knowledge, friends actually hang out."

"Oh yeah, thinking about it, we never hung out even before Yuna joined us," Wonyoung added.

You shrugged. "I don't know, I just thought it'd be weird if I went out with you without knowing you well."

"I mean, that's why we ask people to go out, right?," Wonyoung urged, emphasizing certain words and pointing her eyes to Yuna, who seemed to be oblivious to the gesture.

"Sure," you dismissed her. "C'mon, we gotta eat this before it gets cold."

If your social battery were to ever undergo some sort of diagnostic test, this would be it. Yuna, surprisingly, is very chatty, having lots of stories and thoughts to share. Wonyoung, just as surprisingly, isn't as chatty, only interjecting to what Yuna says rather than to initiate discussions on her own. But you, whether for better or for worse, were prompted repeatedly by the two to talk.

It wasn't that you didn't want to share – if anything, the talking made you feel lighter as you let go of more stories and anecdotes of your own – but watching them smile, and laugh, and just beam, was mesmerizing. They were mesmerizing. You grabbed your phone again and made your picture of them your wallpaper.

"You're just staring at us," Yuna laughed.

"No, just listening," you evade, "staring is different." Yuna rolled her eyes.

Wonyoung's phone went off. "Damn, it's been a whole hour already. It didn't even feel like 20 minutes!," she exclaimed.

"Traffic's gonna pick up at this time," you added. "Better head out. There's a convenience store near my place."

Unlike the car ride going to the campsite, where at one point both Yuna and Wonyoung had both fallen asleep, now they were belting out songs from a playlist. You joined in where you knew the lyrics too. Fortunately having dodged most traffic, you finally got to your place.

"Make yourselves at home! Only reason this place is bigger than Yuna's is because it's outside the city."

"Yeah, no shit," Yuna replied. "We should move in with you."

You laughed nervously. "While I would entertain the thought, I think this is still too small for Wony."

"Hey, I'm not a fucking princess," she huffed. "It's not my fault I need a lot of shit."

"Like a princess," you teased, grabbing Wonyoung's hand and playfully kissing her invisible ring. Yuna shot you a look, which you ignored.

"Ew," Wonyoung shook her hand. "Don't treat me like I'm your boss, you shit."

"I'm kidding!," you defended yourself, though Wonyoung slapped your arm with a smirk.

"I know, we're just playing," she whispered. "You're so cute when you're defensive."

There that word was again: cute. These girls were going to give you a heart condition by how many times they've made it beat faster.

"Why is your house so... bare?," Yuna asked. "Do you not like, collect anything?"

"I mean, I do, but you can't exactly display Pokémon cards," you replied. "And I have a PC in my room."

"Fair enough," she responded.

"So... is it drinking time?," Wonyoung prompted, pulling out the full, menacing bottle of vodka.

"Full disclosure, ladies," you warned, "but this is the first time I'm drinking vodka."

"God, did you even have a life before today?," Yuna remarked, pouring one shot out for you. "Try it on its own first, then I'll teach you how to drink it."

You placed the glass to your mouth, and you could feel it cooling your lips before you even put it in your mouth, When you did, all you could do exhale loudly and make a face.

"Holy FUCK, that's different," you exclaimed. "I've had whiskey before but nothing like this."

As the three of you bonded over the alcohol, you felt yourself getting dizzy; by the end of it, Yuna was laid down on your lap, while Wonyoung leaned her head on your shoulder.

"How frequently do you go to bars to have learned this?," you groaned to Yuna.

"I taught her," Wonyoung chimed in, "sorta. Though that was with soju, not fuckin' vodka."

"They're, like, kinda the same, though," Yuna quipped.

"They are very much not the same, Yuna," you retorted. "Well, thank God I learned from you and not some other personal mishap."

Yuna groaned. "You are such a baby boy." The nickname was making you feel things, and you were fighting tooth and nail to keep it subtle.

Wonyoung wrapped her arm over your shoulder. "Are you really the older one among us three? Because all day it's as if we took care of you more than you took care of us."

You could feel the alcohol making you lose some of your hesitations, and you played along with it. "Ignoring that 'taking care' sounds so parental," you said, "thank you. Seriously. For today."

"Aww, babe," Wonyoung replied, "you're so sweet." She started stroking the back of your head with her hand; you felt fuzzy right where her hand was.

"Oooh, he's blushing," Yuna taunted. "You like Wony, don't you?"

Uh oh. You feel like – no, you know – you've been here before.

"What?!," you stammered, at a loss for words. "I don't know, this stuff's really strong," you lifted your shot glass.

Wonyoung elbowed you. "C'mon, it's a joke."

"No it's not," Yuna said, a bit more worked up. "Look at his ears, Wonyoung! That's no alcohol flush."

"I-I–," you stammered again, "that's quite the assumption–"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Yuna knelt up and sat right beside you, propping herself on her arm. "Wony, he likes you. He's been staring at you, like, the whole day, and he's been blushing every time you called him babe. There. Now you don't have to admit it." She flicked your arm in playful annoyance. "You're so adorably frantic I could just pinch your cheeks all the time!"

"Wait," Wonyoung reacted, now fully sitting up. "Me? I was waiting for him to admit to you that he liked you! And hello?! He was staring at you! Not–," she hesitated. "Wait. Did you–"

"Okay, okay! I like both of you, okay?," you began defensively. "But I didn't wanna make things awkward because I literally just met both of you and you're literally the only friends I have right now!" You felt your head sink between your shoulders, your hands up and tucked in like you were surrendering.

There was a very audible silence – likely the ringing from the alcohol – that felt a lot longer than it probably was. But Wonyoung and Yuna shot each other some faces, like they were communicating in some sort of code. Then, out of nowhere, Yuna made a loud chortle, and the pair burst out laughing. You expected the worst.

"Wait," Wonyoung said, tears almost in her eyes. "This is so funny."

"Do you wanna–," Yuna hesitated, a huge grin stretched across her face, "'Cause, like, I–"

"No, I got it, whoo," Wonyoung collected herself. "Ahem. So. While you were asleep, when we, y'know, set up this plan to go out today, we kinda both agreed that you were cute."

The buzzing in your head stopped. Was that... an admission?

"But Yuna here," continued Wonyoung, furrowing her brows at Yuna, who stuck out her tongue again, "kept hinting you liked someone. And I offered that we'd figure out tonight–,"

"With truth or dare!," Yuna butted in.

"Yeah!," Wonyoung continued. "We would have asked who you were into in the office or if you were dating anyone."

Entertaining your morbid curiosity, you asked, "but both of you knew I liked the other?"

"That's the funniest thing!," Yuna replied. "I didn't know Wony was talking about me!"

"And I didn't know she was hinting at me!," Wonyoung added, "'cause we all we told each other was that we had an idea!"

"I was supposed to confront you about Wony when we got to that point," Yuna whined. "But you're just so frustratingly cute," gesturing at pinching your cheeks with both hands, "because you were trying so hard to pretend!

Wonyoung shot Yuna a glare. "Bitch, that was your plan? I was planning that too!"

"Oh my god, you're such a fucking liar," Yuna playfully pushed Wonyoung. "Says you!," she retorted. The two kept giggling, and you were in the middle of it watching everything... collapse? It didn't quite feel like things were falling apart.

"I–I don't know what to say," you remarked. "My head is spinning and my chest hurts and... fuck, you two are so pretty when you laugh," you blurted. The two grinned.

"I think we figured that out," Wonyoung reassured, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You felt your skin flush again – no, burn – right where she did.

"You make him blush so bad, Wony," Yuna teased, also giving you a kiss on your other cheek, and laughing at your reactions with Wonyoung.

Before you know it, the two were a giggling mess, planting kiss after kiss all over your face. All you could do, or felt like doing, was keeping your eyes closed as they overwhelmed your senses. Wonyoung still scratched your hair; Yuna held a hand to your cheek. By the end of their onslaught, all you could do was laugh with them – your emotions a mess in your head – until you started tearing up a bit. "Sorry, sorry," you muttered, "it's just–"

Wonyoung fully cupped your head with her other hand. "Aww, don't cry!," she fawned. "God, you're so fucking cute."

"You've been saying that the whole day!," you whined to her, still laughing. "And it keeps making me feel tingly."

"That's what a crush is, dumbass," Wonyoung teased, wiping a stray tear in your eye with her finger.

"I know!," you retorted. "But you can't blame me if this is like, the best day of my life so far. You're both really, really pretty, and I really want to spend more time with you, and–"

You were cut off by Yuna tightly grabbing the side of your body. "Calm down," she reassured, kissing your cheek again. Wonyoung also hugged you from her side. You draped your arms over the two fully wrapping their petite frames, into a warm hug. The two never stopped their laughs for a second.

"Thanks for telling us," Wonyoung said, and you felt the cavity in your chest dissipate; a resolution, of sorts. The two laid their heads on your chest, the three of you breathing in silence.

"This feels nice," Wonyoung said softly, your arms wrapped around their shoulders. Yuna hummed in agreement.

You talked things out a bit more – mostly whens and whys, about moments and reasons. All the while, the two never left your sides, hands still on your abdomen with the occasional prod or slap.

After a few moments of sustained quiet, Yuna broke the silence. "I have an unhinged, very intrusive thought."

She paused for a while, no one daring to urge her. After a good few seconds, Yuna continued.

"I'm like... really horny."

Wonyoung let out a loud laugh. "Fuck, where'd that come from?"

Yuna sat up again, her shoulder on yours, leaning over until her face was mere inches away from yours. "'Cause all day I've wanted to pounce on his cute little face." She giggled, touching the tip of your nose. "And now that I have, I kinda wanna keep doing it."

Wonyoung did the same, both their hands on your chest and their full weight pushing down on your shoulders. "You know, I was just thinking the same thing," she cooed. "You beat me to it."

Underneath the flurry of emotions you just felt in the past minutes, Yuna was right: it's been days since you rubbed one off, and here you were, horny with a pair of girls just as horny for you. The thought alone made blood rush down to your pants.

Yuna pulled your head to face her, saying, "I bet he feels the same way too." She stared at you, her eyes narrowed, half from the drowsiness of alcohol, but definitely half bedroom eyes. Then she licked her lips and winked; you felt your cock twitch, almost involuntarily and without hesitation. Fuck.

Wonyoung then pulled Yuna's face towards her. "Let's make sure, though." The two kissed each other – not a makeout, but a single, slow, sensual one. Your breathing was obviously deeper, and your pants noticeably tighter.

"So," Yuna teased, "do you want this?" She tracing circles on your chest with Wonyoung. "We wanna hear it from you."

Wonyoung's arm, now over your head, started stroking the top of your hair again. "Tell us if you want this, baby boy." Your breath audibly shivered at the pet name.

"I–," you tried to speak up, though the girls wouldn't let up to give you space to breathe and do so.

"What's that, baby boy?," Yuna said right in your ear, causing you to yelp just a bit. "Shiiit, he likes that, doesn't he?"

The two began peppering your face with kisses again, each one leaving the same hot, burning sensation on your skin before turning cold from their saliva. This time, you could tell their lips were coated in drool, the kind one makes when aroused.

"Say it, baby," Wonyoung urged.

"Fuck," you groaned, "you're both so hot."

"We know," Yuna replied, her hand cupping your groin, right over your balls. "This gave that away." Your hips jolted forward, and Wonyoung joined in by pressing a hand down right over your shaft, held down by your pants. You let out a moan, and the girls bit their lips.

"Say you want us, and we're yours," Wonyoung added

"I like you, Wonyoung," you said aloud, "and I like you, Yuna."

"Hmm, nope," Yuna taunted. "Say you want us." The girls didn't let up with their kissing, laughing each time you tried, and failed, to form a coherent sentence.

"Come on, baby boy," said Wonyoung. "You can do it."

You groaned loudly. "Fuck, I want you both, so bad."

The pair began working their lips past your face, nipping at your earlobes, behind your jaw, right on your neck. You hitched your breath, your hips bucking forward when they hit sensitive parts – still resisted by their hands, slowly working your jeans off you. A slow zipper pull here, a slow unbuttoning there, until your underwear was the only thing holding their hands back from you.

As they slid off you, they urged you to remove your shirt, and you obliged; in no time was your abdomen coated in the glistening sheen of spit and kisses, going lower and closer to the garter of your underwear. You tried to stray your hands to the top of their heads, but Yuna caught one of them before you could. "Us first, baby boy," she purred.

Once they reached your cock, they kissed your shaft through your underwear, the feeling of their moist lips only made tantalizingly evident by the warmth of their breath. They paused again, their faces and their quickened breathing looming just over your manhood.

Wonyoung glanced over to Yuna, biting her lip. "I think he has a lot of feelings to release tonight, Yuna."

"All over our faces?," Yuna hummed.

"Mmm, dripping over our pretty little faces, right baby boy?," Wonyong teased. Yuna licked her lips in excitement.

"You're really good at talking dirty, Wony," Yuna remarked. "You make me wanna touch myself."

"Maybe he wants to watch us do that," Wonyoung replied. "Do you wanna watch us?" You nodded.

The pair then let go of you, sitting up straight again. "Watch," Yuna prompted, and she grabbed Wonyoung's face and started making out with her. The two slowly undid each other's clothes: Yuna let Wonyoung take off her crop top and leggings, while she slid off the straps of Wonyoung's dress.

As they started kissing deeply, you could see their tongues wrestle within their mouths; their hands glided towards each others' petite breasts, each grabbing a handful. Watching them, your hand started gliding over your underwear gripping your shaft through them; Yuna caught you in the act.

"Go ahead, touch yourself. Just don't forget to give it to us," she taunted.

You got up on your sofa and threw down to the floor some pillows you had. "If you're gonna stay down there and touch each other," you gasped, "at least make yourselves comfortable."

Wonyoung gave you a warm smile as Yuna fixed the pillows. "You're so thoughtful, baby."

You overheard Yuna whisper to Wonyoung, "Girl, I've never done this before." Wonyoung playfully slapped Yuna's arm. "Trust the process," she reassured. They laid down on the pillows and opened themselves up, layering their arms over each other to allow them to touch each other. In their position, they had to lean forehead to forehead, the pair still giggly with their situation.

You slid your hand into your underwear fully, pushing it down your legs until it pooled by your feet. The feeling of your cold hands on your hard shaft made you throw your head back.

Wonyoung, seeing your move, grabbed Yuna's face and started to make out with her, their moans muffled into each other's mouths. The formerly silent room was now occupied with the heavy air of sweat and sex, and a perfectly coordinated symphony of gasps and profanities echoing up to the ceiling.

The two broke their staring contest to glare at you, mouths agape – not disgusted or angry, but longing and hungry. Yuna's leg was almost fully in the air, grinding against Wonyoung's hand; Wonyoung's hand, free as she laid on the pillows, grabbed a fistful of her breast, Yuna's hand wildly flicking her clit.

"Fuck, Yuna," Wonyoung started, but barely found herself able to continue her thought.

"God, Wony, fuuu...," Yuna continued, groaning from between gnashed teeth. Wonyoung dove into Yuna's neck, releasing all of her growling.

Your already steady stroking was getting faster as you chased your ecstasy. In brief moments you felt your hips buck forward as they moaned together, or felt your abdomen crunch forward under the twitching of your cock. You groaned behind clemched teeth and gasped for air as you neared your climax, yet desperate to keep it at bay.

"Fuck I'm so close," Wonyoung continued, repeating the words over and over. "Please I'm so close, fuck I wanna cum so fucking bad..."

"Together," Yuna begged her, "you finger me so good, just like that, I'm gonna..."

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!," Wonyoung cried out. Yuna's groans turned into squeals, into a silent, breath-held scream. You could hear the already audible squelching get louder as they finished each other off, their faces contorted into lustful agony.

"Fuck that's it, just like that," you muttered. "I'm so fucking close."

Yuna and Wonyoung, though still catching their breaths, knelt in front of you, rubbing their hands up your thighs, tantalizingly close to your cock.

Yuna's attention was completely on your dick. "Fuck, it looks so good," she said under her breath.

"Show him what you wanna do then," Wonyoung urged, offering her still creamy fingers to Yuna. "Tease him."

Yuna held on to Wonyoung's wrist as she licked it on each side, base to fingertip. She used the sides of her tongue like a shovel, guiding the fluids up to the edge, before inserting just the first digits of her fingers in her mouth. She kept her lips tight as she cleaned it up, pooling it all over her tongue.

Without words exchanged, Wonyoung did the same with Wonyoung's drenched fingers. She inserted each finger in her mouth all the way to the end, lapping up all the squirt that coated Yuna's fingers, before also showing off her tongue. A drop of saliva nearly dripped out, which she hastily aimed over your cockhead. You paused your stroking, and the girls spat onto the top. With lubrication for your hand, you felt your load starting to well up at the base of your groin.

"Hey Yuna, let's move a bit closer," Wonyoung invited. The pair moved up closer between your legs, their arms pressing down on your thighs. Their faces were so close to your groin that their breaths could be felt around your balls. Wonyoung made sure to pull Yuna in close, placing an arm around her, such that their cheeks were pressed on each other. The sight of their faces – and their lips – so close to each other was the last nail in the coffin.

"God you're so fucking pretty, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!," was all you could warn before a huge rope shot onto Wonyoung's forehead, another thick rope on Yuna's cheek and lips, alternating pumps between them. You emptied a day's worth of cum all over them, coating their faces with strings of white. The pair grinned and hummed in satisfaction.

Yuna was the first to start lapping up everything from Wonyoung's face, before she did the same. As they cleaned up each other's cheeks, noses, and lips, their mouths were almost full; when Wonyoung began to kiss Yuna again, drops of the mixed spit and cum dripped off the sides of their mouths. They both went up to your cock and spat on it again, taking turns, one at a time, until it was drenched in the slimy mixture. The cold feeling of the spit easily made you erect

"Still so hard for us, huh?," Yuna remarked, making a light slap to your dick and marveling at your erection. "Our turn."

The two climbed up on the sofa, one on each side, wrapping a leg over yours. Yuna began stroking you while Wonyoung watched, mouth agape. Your dick was already sensitive, and you tried – and failed, because they had locked their legs around yours – to stop squirming and bucking.

"Aww, baby boy," Wonyoung jeered, right up in your ear, "so sensitive already? You can do it. Cum again for us." She opened her hand by the side of your cock, prompting Yuna to grab onto it and slowly jerk you off together, their hands forming a tight, slimy grip on your shaft.

Their stroking started getting faster and faster, their hands lubricated by your cum. The feeling of their fingers rubbing around your head, slamming into your hips, left you in shambles. You could barely perk your head up; using their free hands, Yuna stroked your hair, while Wonyoung rubbed your cheek affectionately, running her thumb across your lips.

"You look so cute like this, baby boy," Yuna whispered. "And your dick looks so good."

"Your cum tasted so good, baby boy," Wonyoung teased. "How about you, Yuna?"

"I would love to have more," Yuna replied. "Do it. Cum for us. Feed us."

"If you really want both of us, you have to cum for us again," Wonyoung added. "We know you want to."

By now your groans were more of a desperate, overwhelmed panting, as you ground your teeth hard to resist the urge to retreat from their quickened stroking.

"Agh, fuck, fuck, AHH!," was all you could say as the sensitivity clouded your thoughts, seeing only their faces longingly begging for your cum. You let out a single loud shout as you came a second time, this time less cum and more squirt (men could do that?!) that you could barely control yourself from releasing. The girls laughed as they saw the cum drip all over their hands, still stroking until your legs shook uncontrollably.

Wonyoung took Yuna's hand and lapped up all the fluids dripping along the back of her hand; Yuna did the same. When they had their fill, they leaned over your chest for a final kiss, smiling at each other as they swallowed everything up.

The two wound down back where you started, planting light kisses around your face. Behind your still closed eyes, you could hear your collective heaving as you caught your breaths, still in silence.

"Good boy," she purred in your ear. You felt a tingle climb up your back. "You did so well."

Yuna traced your jaw with a single finger. "You looked so cute a while ago," she teased. "Does my baby like being called cute?

"Our baby boy," Wonyoung clicked her tongue. "Unless you don't wanna share."

"Slip of the tongue, sheesh," Yuna scoffed. "We'll share him as much as he wants."

Wonyoung kissed your forehead. "What do you want to do now, babe?"

You felt a sudden rush in your knees, an urge to do something more. You let go of your hesitations and let your body move on its own. You got off the couch and knelt in front of them.

"Let me eat you out," you said, no niceties added. The two started breathing excitedly and biting their lips.

"You wanna taste us, baby boy?," Wonyoung asked. You nodded.

"You go first, Wony?," Yuna asked.

"Fuck, you first," she laughed, still a bit out of breath. Yuna stretched her legs, still very much wet from your ordeal. You planted a kiss right above her folds, making Yuna gasp.

You dove in and the tang of sweat and squirt fully coated your tongue on the first lick. You weren't quite sure what you were doing, but Yuna grabbed your hair and guided you.

"Higher up," she said, moaning and pulling your head in deeper when you found the right flap of skin. "FUCK, just like that," she affirmed.

You swirled your tongue around at a steady pace, Yuna's moaning a metronome for your licking. You kept going as she shoved your face in more aggressively; you found the right spot as you flicked your tongue on her swollen clit fast enough to start straining your jaw.

"Oh yes, oh yes, just like that, you're so good, baby boy," she squealed. "Fuck I'm so close already!"

"Look at me, Yuna," you mumbled, and she looked up, her mouth still agape. "Cum for me," you said, muffled while your tongue was still stuck inside of her.

Yuna came with a single, loud whine; she arched her body up, trembling as she rode your face, still held tight in her hand. She let out a heavy sigh as she slowly came down from her climax, her whimpers slowly getting softer.

You looked over at Wonyoung, who had been touching herself to Yuna's orgasm – and looked like she was deep into her own climax. "Fuck that was hot," she commented, "I'm already close."

You started crawling towards her. "Cum all over my face too, please," you replied, as you dug your tongue into her folds, making Wonyoung whelp. You made sure to maintain eye contact just like with Yuna, and Wonyoung held it all the same.

Wonyoung whined as she grabbed on to her breasts, occasionally petting your head with the other. She instinctively had bursts where she'd pull away, but you clung on to her tightly. Though slow, you started licking upwards, like digging out her clit, and Wonyoung's moans climbed in intensity.

"Fuck, you're so good, keep doing that, fuck," Wonyoung exclaimed, "I'm gonna cum!" She let out a soft, high-pitched squeal behind pursed lips, squeezing her legs together and trapping your head in between them. You pushed forward against her resistance, making sure you rode her high, until she pushed you with her hands.

"Fuck, that's enough, holy shit," she cried out, her chest heaving from her climax. Yuna lazily watched, a hand playing with her nipples through her shirt.

You grabbed your shirt and wiped your drenched, spit-covered mouth before climbing back on the couch. You outstretched your arms on either side, prompting the two to move in closer and cuddle. Come here," you urged, and once again, you were back where you three started.

You rubbed their shoulders and back, one in each arm, and gave a kiss to each one's forehead. You hesitated immediately after, though; you weren't anything special to them, maybe you shouldn't be so... intimate.

Wonyoung then held your hand when you stopped. "Keep doing that," she reassured, and you resumed what you could only describe was aftercare.

You leaned over to Wonyoung and gave her a slow and tender kiss on the lips. Yuna started kissing your hand, as if calling for attention. You turned to her and gave her a kiss as well. Wonyoung kissed your hand too, rubbing her free hand all over your chest, sometimes intercepting Yuna's and feeling up her forearm.

The three of you repeated this dance of hands and lips for a while, until everyone slowed down significantly. Yuna smiled at you with eyes heavy. "You're so cute, baby boy," she cooed.

"He is, isn't he, Yuna?," Wonyoung added, her voice low. You felt that tingly feeling again, and it felt nice.

"Maybe we should move to an actual bed, ladies?," you asked.

Wonyoung whined a little. "But we're so comfy here," she said. "Aren't you?"

You gave Wonyoung a smile. "Just a second then," you replied. You tried to wipe down Yuna and Wonyoung's legs with your shirt, and in as few big movements as possible, you pulled up a blanket bunched up to the side of Yuna and draped it over all three of you. Even if everyone was still a mess and very much naked, you decided it wasn't worth ruining this moment to fuss over – it didn't take long for everyone to fall asleep.

When morning struck, everyone was still frozen in their positions: Yuna, one arm draped over your chest; Wonyoung, curled up and still barely holding on to your hand; and you, arms still around them, and very much hung over.

You shuffled a bit and the girls moved around as well, though miraculously not waking them up as you stood up. You grabbed some pillows on the floor and got them to lie their heads on them. You finally put your pants back on, and hobbled your way to the kitchen to try and prepare something. There wasn't much: just some oatmeal and frozen waffles, which you prepared regardless of the niceties.

You brought the tray of assorted goods to the couch, before moving back to the kitchen to make some coffee. You could hear groaning and the shifting of weight on the couch.

"Morning, ladies," you called out. No response, but you heard the clinking around of the plates. Your head was pounding less, but still uncomfortable. Still, you pushed on, taking the first coffee for yourself, helping ease the discomfort. Before you showed yourself to them, you ran to your room to grab a shirt.

As you came back, you found them seated up, the blanket neatly covering them up shoulders down. Wonyoung cupped the bowl of warm oatmeal close, and Yuna gingerly hled a waffle in her hands. You put down the coffees and sat in between them again, crawling into the blanket with them.

Everyone ate in silence, probably the hangover, likely the hunger, but definitely still piecing together what happened.

Wonyoung was the first to cave. "Do you really eat your oatmeal plain?"

"Try this," you muttered, getting up to grab the jar of cinnamon sugar on the tray. Wonyoung took a single teaspoon and sprinkled it over the oatmeal. After a spoonful, she grabbed another.

Yuna scooted up closer to you, leaning on your shoulder. "Last night was nice. Thank you," she said.

"Aww, you got Yuna all affectionate again," Wonyoung remarked, "but she's right. I enjoyed last night. Did you?"

You nodded, still at a loss for how to proceed. Wonyoung looped an arm around your hand, still holding on to her oatmeal.

After another quick round of silence, Yuna quipped. "I never would have thought you'd be so good with your tongue." Wonyoung almost spat out her oatmeal, laughing with a nod.

"Would you believe me if I said that was my first time?," you replied. The two audibly gasped.

"No fucking way," Wonyoung replied, slapping your leg. "You're telling me you made me cum like that on your first try?!"

"Second try!," Yuna butted in, correcting her. "But still, what the fuck. How much porn do you watch?!"

"What?! Excuse you! I don't watch that much porn...," you rebutted. "Though... I guess I learned a thing or two. Maybe I can surprise you a second time with... my hands?"

Yuna held her breath and bit her lip. "God, stop making me horny for you," Yuna responded with a light poke to your ribcage. "You're too cute to just be horny around all the time."

There the word was again: cute. With all the lust out of your system, you felt the same bubbling, tingling feeling welling up in your chest in full force.

"Told you she thought you were cute," Wonyoung chided, "and here you were worrying about going on a date with her!"

"I literally told you to go out with me more," Yuna pouted at you. "But no, you wanted to go out with Wony."

"Aww," Wonyoung teased, for the first time sarcastically. "Is someone jealous he might have a favorite?"

"Ugh, says you," Yuna taunted. "Look at you, calling him babe all day yesterday."

"Girls," you tried to interject.

"You started it!," Wonyoung retorted.

"Nah, you just wanna keep him for yourself, don't you?," said Yuna.

"What? No," Wonyoung replied, though the dismissiveness was barely convincing. "But, if you aren't taking him, I will."

You cleared your throat. "Um, ladies! If I may..." you started. Wonyoung now moved closer, wrapping her arm around yours.

"I don't... want things to be awkward," you continued. "And I don't want you guys to like... fight. Over... me?"

Wonyoung held a hand to your cheek, warming it up. "Hey, we're just kidding! We wouldn't fight, most definitely not over you."

"Don't take that the wrong way," Yuna butted in. "I think you're cute, but I wouldn't mind hanging out with you more first. Over drinks, to the mall. Get to know you more."

"I also think you're really nice to be around," Wonyoung added, "and would also love to go out with you. But like... on actual dates, if you get what I mean." She leaned her head on your shoulder.

"Awww," Yuna teased, mocking Wonyoung, who shushed her. "I mean, I don't see a problem with you having him, Wony," Yuna continued. "Though maybe I would like to ask for permission to... borrow him, sometimes."

"I would love to share him with you, Yuna," Wonyoung replied, a little mischievously. Yuna laughed under her breath. "I'm not clingy. Just randomly needy," Wonyoung added.

By now, blood was rushing to your head, your ears still hot with that indescribable feeling, that cavity-on-your-chest sensation on full

blast. But Yuna and Wonyoung simultaneously went up to your cheeks to plant a light peck, and you felt the cavity go away, now just a warm fuzzy feeling again. "See? Peace on earth," Wonyoung reassured.

"Don't get too excited now," Yuna remarked, flicking your thigh and drawing attention to the erection you tried to ignore the whole time.

"Oh come on, Yuna," Wonyoung rebutted. "Maybe our baby boy here is just excited with our little arrangement, aren't you?" You groaned at the pet name.

"Can we maybe save that exclusively for the bedroom?," you chided. "It does make me horny, for the record."

"Nope," Wonyoung replied excitedly. "You're my – our – baby boy."

"You really like being called that?," Yuna asked, stroking the top of your head. "You're literally older than us."

You felt yourself physically shrink. "Only by a few months!," you retorted. "But... is it be weird if I said I liked it if you kept patting my head like that?"

"Not at all," Wonyoung replied, kissing your cheek again. "You're so cute."

"Kinky little shit," Yuna slapped your thigh. "But I'm into it."

All conversation ceased when Wonyoung's cellphone rang. She let go of everything to reach for the table. "Hello?," Wonyoung began. After a few thank yous, okays, and will dos, she hung up.

"Well guys, some news," Wonyoung said, everyone's breaths held. "We have another project, a brand shoot."

"When's it due?," you responded.

"End of the week, don't worry, we got time," Wonyoung replied. "But... we get to go to a beach resort!" Yuna clapped her hands excitedly.

"Guess that makes it worth the trouble then," you remarked. "It'll be a nicer place to work."

"With nicer views," Wonyoung added.

"And nicer beds," Yuna sighed.

You all paused, a single shared thought slowly forming between the three of you.

"So... your fingers?," Yuna teased.

"Can't wait, baby boy," Wonyoung cooed.

"Stop," you replied, a smirk plastered on your face.

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A/N: for the first time in a few years after lurking and reading, i finally finished something new. hoping i can actually finish a few more ive had drafted for a while now. 加油 or something like that

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yes mommy

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Show of Strength

Oh Haewon x M!reader

Tags: competitive, post orgasm torture/overstimulation

WC: 1.4k

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Of the many unknowable things in the world, one that never ceases to baffle you is why girlfriends love to start random fights with boyfriends. You were not spared from this tonight, as your girlfriend Haewon suddenly pokes your ribcage hard in the middle of a reading session.

"Ow! What was that for?!," you exclaim.

"Nothing," she replied coyly.

Despite further attempts to continue reading, she wouldn't stop messing with you. It didn't help the poking actually hurt.

"Yah! What do you want?"

"Hey, don't get mad at me. It's not my fault if you're ticklish," she taunted, gesturing to poke you again.

You both play chicken for a few minutes on the bed, her trying to poke you more, you trying to catch her hands. When you actually managed to, you tickled her back, albeit less painfully (like the good boyfriend you thought you were). Thinking a dose of her own medicine would calm her down, you stop and settle — only to be poked yet again.

"Yah! You wanna die?," you challenge her.

"And what exactly are you gonna do, huh? You just don't want to admit I'm stronger than you," she rebutted.

"Really?," you retort, leaning closer to her. "You're just a baby. My baby. You think you can throw hands against me?"

She greets your challenge by leaning right up till your noses touch. "This baby won't need hands to make you squirm."

You're pretty sure you know exactly she's going with this, because the retort alone sent a twitch inside your underwear. But fisticuffs or otherwise, you weren't going to back down from a fight.

"Prove it," you challenge.

There's a second of dead air as both of you wait for the right moment to pounce on the other. And like two beasts grappling for dominance, you grab each other tightly and exchange sloppy kisses.

With such feral behavior, it's no surprise you both made light work of basically ripping the clothes off each other. But this was a competition, a race. Blocking access to your already hard member was key to making sure Haewon didn't catch you lacking. You distract her by kissing her where her jaw and neck meet — a sensitive spot for her — to take off her nightgown and play with her small but perky tits.

You're too engrossed in licking her nipples and savoring the sound of her moans to notice her hands have gone inside your briefs completely, forgoing the process of taking them off. Grabbing your length with frantic but delicate force sent jolts up your spine and out your mouth.

Haewon forces her way off your grasp and down your torso, and without a second of hesitation takes you into her mouth and all the way to her throat. The pleasure-driven profanities that come out of your mouth are enough to warrant a scrubbing, because Haewon was in love with your dick and knew how to suck you dry. She'd alternate between licking the slit of your tip, then around the head, before deepthroating you until she gagged — a sound and action she knew sent you over the edge.

Two can play at that game.

You use your bigger body to force Haewon's hips over your face, and pull her in hard to bury your nose and tongue into her pussy. The complete sensory overload — the smell, the taste, the feeling of squirt building up and caking your face — kept you going as you willingly suffocated yourself in her core.

Now comes the tricky part: who would yield first. As you feel her loosen up, you sacrifice a hand forcing her over you to start toying and circling her engorged clit. The sensation was enough to get Haewon to give you much needed relief from going over the edge, but all the slobber left your dick lubricated enough for her to jerk you from base to tip, and that made it harder to focus on her.

You could feel your climax coming, but you could also feel Haewon's high right beside yours. Her moans were enough motivation to get past the burning sensation in your arm and tongue, struggling to finger and lick her as fast as you could. But Haewon brought your dick back into her mouth, deep until her nose met your balls.

As the cum rushes out of you, you give one final thrust into Haewon, forcing her to swallow all you had to release. So too does Haewon squirt all over your face, the liquid nectar making you smile in satisfaction from your success. She dismounts you, and you both lie on the bed, wheezing for air, hearing each other's moans and sighs to catch your breath, just for a few minutes. Honestly, you were pretty winded already.

But before you could negotiate a ceasefire, Haewon suddenly mounts your still rock-hard but sensitive shaft, sending ripples of overstimulation through your hips and thighs. She also did not seem to have any intent of taking it slow, because she starts ramming herself onto you hard and fast.

"Ah, hah, shit Haewon, slow down, I'm still sensitive, holy shit..." you try to bargain, but Haewon's lust for victory and otherwise was unbeatable.

"You think... you're so... tough, huh?... Why don't you... push me off... Thought you were... stronger...," she taunts in between heavy breaths.

She continues to slam her pelvis into yours, fast enough to stimulate you past the point of being able to move. You gasp, giggle, and squirm for pause, but Haewon is relentless, until you feel more cum start rushing through your shaft.

"Fuck! Wait! I'm gonna cum!," you try to warn her, but it's too late. Your seed bursts inside her, somehow twice as much as before and leaking past her folds.

Haewon breathes heavily, trembling as she tries to ease herself off you and on to the bed, lying on her side. The whole ordeal of feeling her tight walls still clamp around your dick on its way out left your body trembling as well, and your dick twitching. You can't help but jam your eyes shut and lay in silence, trying to let the flurry of sensations pass.

But Haewon's body was also trembling and squirming, apparently having orgasmed as well.

Again, you try to muster the strength to beg for truce at a 2-2 tie. But in your blind stupor, she crept closer and started to slowly tease the length and tip of your throbbing member with her fingertips.

"I believe... this is the tiebreaker, baby," she mutters, with extra angst in your pet name. You groan and buck, trying to get her to stop, but she lays her entire torso over your abdomen, pinning you down.

You hiss with clenched teeth from the overstimulation. "Fuck! Okay! You win! Stop! Fuck!," you curse, wanting the torture to stop.

"Game's over when you cum, baby," Haewon growls. "All you have to do is...," she trails off, before suddenly jerking you fast, with all her remaining strength.

You yell and writhe underneath her, your body incapable of doing anything. It was torture, and while you wanted it to truly end, the deep-seated lust — maybe even the arousal — from being turned into Haewon's plaything clouded your thoughts with only her. Haewon thoroughly enjoyed it as well, giggling with every attempt of yours to get her to stop.

Your vision starts to black at the edges, your breath held as you reach your third climax of the night. You release nothing but spray, drained completely of cum, and Haewon weakly giggles in pyrrhic victory, herself gasping for air, limp over you.

You release the tension from your eyes, and you see stars before getting knocked out completely.

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You wake up in the same position, except Haewon is lying by your side, propped on an elbow, trying to shake you awake. You're still lightheaded, but you hear her groaning like a kid.

"Aigoo... I'm hungryyy... I want some McDonald's... Wake up already...," she whines with a pout.

Groggy annoyance aside, her whining was still cute as hell. How could you say no?

"Okay you big baby. You won, so it's my treat. Hand me my phone." Losers can't be choosers, I guess.

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A/N: i hate that theres not enough haewon content here, so ill do it myself *clenches gauntlet*

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Treatment

Jeong Jinsol/Jinsoul x M!reader

Tags: light edging, sorta JOI?, facial

WC: 1.3k

A/N: this photoset legitimately made me feel things so allow me to take you on that same journey. enjoy the different structure of this work.

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After a tiring day of work — presentations, meetings, the usual — you plop yourself on the bed, with barely enough energy to take your clothes off. You're staring at the ceiling for maybe two, three minutes before you hear the front door beep open and the unmistakable clacking of heels on tile rings around the dead silent studio.

"Hey baby," Jinsol said softly. "Busy day?"

You grunt in acknowledgement. Jinsol may have looked stunning today, as she always did, but you were way too spent to show it more meaningfully. She'd understand.

"Are you feeling alright? You look sick," she said, worry in her voice.

"I'm fine, babe. You should rest too. I'll make space on the bed for–"

"Hmm, this won't do. I've seen this before. You seem to have a buildup of sorts," she cut you off.

"What are you talking about, Jinsol?"

The whole while you've been staring up at the ceiling, you fail to notice Jinsol kneeling in front of your legs dangling by the edge of the bed. The only way you noticed was because of the confusion from her last statement.

"See? So much negative energy stuck in your head, you can't even see or hear properly. Luckily," she says as she starts unbuckling your belt, "I think I know just the solution."

You don't exactly have an explanation for it, but the more and more Jinsol undid your pants, you could feel yourself getting hard already. A quick draw of your boxers revealed your member, sprung up and hard.

"Ah, just as I thought. It's all stuck in here," she said, with a light tap to your shaft.

"Aigo, Jinsol, I said I'm too tired for this...," you say, trying to hide your shame of getting aroused so quickly.

Jinsol raises an eyebrow at you, then shrugs. "Okay. If you say so." She gets up and starts walking away from the bed, except you notice the way she's walking: an extra swing of her wide hips, slow enough to make you do nothing but stare, still fully erect.

She turns back, looking at you with a tempting gaze.

"You sure you're so tired? Doesn't seem like it to me," she teased

"Okay, fine, Jinsol. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so–"

"No, it's okay. I understand," she replied, a tinge of singsong-y taunting audible in her tone. "You're not asking for it, so perhaps I'll leave you to it."

Again, unprompted, the taunting made you twitch in arousal.

Your vision tunnels, honing in on Jinsol's face: her porcelain skin, the shape of her eyes, her luscious lips — all the perfect seductive mix. You're pretty sure you've been staring at her way too long to be subtle, because Jinsol doubles down on her charade, tilting more of her shoulder away from you, hiding her body's curves around her tight dress, yet also showing the almost bare skin on her back.

"You sure you don't want this?," she teased, no subtlety on her end either.

That was enough to set you off. With a newfound energy, you jump off the bed, walking briskly to her, your surprisingly still hard dick swinging around — at this point, you didn't care. You just wanted Jinsol, and to humor her so-called treatment for your situation.

"You're such a goddamn tease, Jinsol," you growl under your breath as you wrap your arms around her waist. You pelt her neck and shoulders with deep, sensual kisses, made much easier with how little cloth obstructs your mouth. She lets out a soft hum as you continue, and as both your hands stray to her core and her chest respectively, you can feel — or rather, don't feel — any undergarments under her dress, evidenced by the tiny bumps forming on her chest and the warmth between her legs.

"Are you sure it's me who needs this treatment?," you taunt.

"Oh, yes, it's all for you, baby," she growls. "This is part of it."

She turns around and kneels once again before you, her face right in front of your dick, her breath close enough to send shivers down your spine.

"How are you so good at–"

"Tsk, just shut up and let me work," she barked. "You talk too much. All the cum built up in here," she continued, grabbing your balls, "is making you a lot dumber than usual."

You're ready to open your mouth in protest, but you stop yourself. She's right — the last time you actually had time to fuck your girlfriend was probably a month ago, on your monthsary. She definitely had a point, because she probably wanted this just as much as you needed it. Besides, how could you say anything when Jinsol's sucking was enough to make you speechless?

She knew exactly how to work you: she would take in all of your head, then midway to your girth, then all the way to the base, several times until your moans of ecstasy got loud enough. Then she'd take you out of her mouth and keep you aroused, kissing your length and licking your slit. Her hands weren't idle either: they moved between massaging your balls and stroking just the base of your cock. And in just a few minutes, you could feel the cum build up at your base.

"Fuck, Jinsol, you're gonna make me–"

She leaves you hanging completely, causing a sharp pain as you feel your orgasm denied.

"Sorry baby, for this to work, you gotta do it yourself," she pouted. "So will you do it for me? Please, baby?," she added, with a little whine in her voice. Fuck, she's irresistible.

You start to stroke yourself, and you see Jinsol adjust herself to rub her clit and squeeze her tits. "Yes baby," she moaned, "I love watching you stroke your cock for me. I love seeing it twitch and squirm for me. Is it all mine, baby?"

"Fuck... yes it is Jinsol... Tell me how much you want it," you beg, yearning to get off from her sensual squeals.

"I want it inside me baby... I want you to ram it inside me, all the way in. And I want your cum, all over my face," she begs. She tilts her head up, to show all of her face before your eyes.

Jinsol stared at you with hungry eyes, screaming for your release just as much as her own. Her mouth was slightly agape, ready to open it wide for your seed. And just the way she presented herself to you — should you miss her mouth, you'd still paint her face, and she'd enjoy it all the same.

"I want your cum, baby. I want it all over me. Please give it to me," she begged on.

You felt the cum welling inside your shaft start to rush forward; you were ready for release.

"I'm gonna cum, Jinsol!"

She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue; just the view of her being in full display, ready for you, was enough to send you over. You spurt all over her face, a lot more than you anticipated, and aimed the last few strings directly onto her tongue. She closed her mouth and gave a deep gulp; as she did, she closed her eyes, satisfied and satiated. Whatever strings she could scoop up with her fingers, she did and licked it all up.

"Told you you had a backup," she said, still licking clean the tips of her fingers.

Honestly, you thought you'd be tired by then. But watching the hottest woman alive love the taste of you was a turn-on even you couldn't switch off.

"Oh, you're still hard?," she cooed. "Guess there's still a lot more in there."

"Ready for round two?"

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Rare Encounters

Na Goeun x F!reader

Tags: scissoring, thigh riding

WC: 3.6k

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Everyone at school loved Na Goeun. No one knew how she could handle it all: being in student council, joining the drama club, and still managing to almost make it as class valedictorian (rank 2 isn't half bad though). She never had a bad rep or record, except that she had rejected almost every boy that asked her out. On the few occasions she did indulge in a date, that would be the last of it.

Something about that drew you to her. She was already nice enough to help you out in the few lab activities you got paired together for. She even got you some candy on the last day of class, which, while she did give to several other people, probably meant she remembered you enough to give one to.

Fast forward to today, and... actually, you don't know what happened to her. No one did.

It wasn't something bad or negative though; it's just that she had fallen off practically everyone's radars. Some say she got into a prestigious college under a pretty tight scholarship; others say she auditioned and is training for some entertainment company given her drama background. But the fact was, no one had a definitive answer.

That was, until your class reunion.

The buzz spread like wildfire. Your phone with a dozen different groupchats couldn't stop vibrating when someone sent a screenshot of the LINE message inviting everyone to come. Clear as day, Na Goeun sent a reaction.

"You think she'd actually go?," asked Ireh, sitting beside you and your friend Dosie at a cafe nearby your old school. The three of you still kept in touch, and just as you frequented this small coffee shop back then, you found yourselves coming back to it when everyone had the time.

"Beats me. Maybe she's so busy she butt pressed it and hasn't seen it.," Dosie remarked.

"Come on," you added. "That's so unlikely. Besides... it should be impossible for her to not be interested. It's Goeun. She had friends everywhere."

"Sometimes, an introvert can look a lot like an extrovert. Maybe we just never saw her being exactly that," Dosie replied.

"I suppose that makes sense," Ireh said. "Still wouldn't explain how she managed to stay introverted for 6 years."

Ireh and Dosie were both on a break from training at different arts schools. You on the other hand were taking a science course – likely thanks to Goeun for making it not as intimidating to you in the first place – and so when the two had to return to their dorms, you stayed on. The store owner knew you by now since you would often work quietly in the corner until the shop closed at around 10:30PM.

Tonight, however, someone new entered just before the store closed shop. It was a petite woman with long, jet black hair, with an aura and poise you almost couldn't believe you were seeing for the first time in years.

It was Goeun, in the flesh. And seeing her just as beautiful as before sent your chest in knots.

See, what no one really knew was that while it was primarily guys that had crushes on Goeun, you're pretty sure girls, like you, did too. You never threw away the wrapper of that candy she gave you. You cherishes every day marveling at Goeun tutoring you every lab session. And everyone's collective investment on whether she would be at the reunion did nothing but rekindle those feelings.

Now, Goeun existed in your world and only yours. Despite that sounding a lot creepier than it actually is, it was the truth. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be the only one with her, just this once.

"Goeun-ssi," you said softly, hoping she'd turn around. She didn't.

You slink back in your chair, embarassed. Maybe it's not so good an idea to bother her? Like Dosie said, maybe she just never was the type to socialize, and the last thing she'd need at 10PM was some random person to bother her night munchies.

What you don't notice as you hide yourself in your hoodie and close your eyes as you think of that is that, as Goeun finishes placing her order in, she turns around as she jams to the music she's playing on her AirPods. And right as you open your eyes, she looks up from her phone.

"Wait," Goeun said. "You look familiar."

You reply nervously. "Yeah, uh... we were lab partners a few times. Under Baek-seonsaengnim?" You realize hiding in your hoodie might be making it harder for her to remember, so you lift your hoodie and remove your mask.

"Oh!," she exclaimed. "It's you! Hi! Oh wow, I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you! How have you been? Pardon me." Flustered, she put her earbuds away.

"No it's okay! I was just about to head home," you respond, closing your notebook and laptop quickly. "I don't want to keep you."

"No, please, don't worry about it! I just happened to come by the area. Before the reunion," she added.

So she did plan to go. Guess Dosie was wrong.

"Tell you what," she said. "Do you still live nearby? The apartments just up the road?"

"Not too far from that, you turn left by the convenience store instead of going straight," you respond.

"Oh neat! I'm not that far from you then. Why don't I join you for a bit?," she replied.

"It's okay! I can manage," you add shyly.

"Nonsense, it's late. I got you," she rebutted. "Besides, it's nice to see you again! You have to tell me how you've been."

You warm up a bit, and open yourself to being a bit more chatty. "Same here."

Waiting for your coffee, you try and make the first move. "Funny, I was just with Dosie and Ireh a few hours ago."

"Really! How are they? They still into performing?," she asked.

"Yeah. They're not classmates though, but I think they're both going to try out at the same theatre group when they graduate soon."

"That's great! Wow, it's so nice to actually hear from our classmates nowadays."

"Wait, so you haven't met anyone? None at all? In six whole years?"

"Well... I did spot Chaein from afar, you remember her right? From my section? Anyway, there was a time she saw me from afar while I was waiting for a bus, but before she could say hi, I had to go. Otherwise, no, probably just some random guys I actively tried to not run into when I caught them," she replied. "And, well, you! Right now!"

As you both step out of the cafe with fresh cups of coffee in hand, you head the way home. It's finals week for first semester, so the air is cold and damp.

After a few seconds of silence, only disrupted by the crunching of feet on asphalt, Goeun speaks up. "So... I'm pretty sure you're gonna ask me where I've been."

"Well... yeah. But I figured you had your reasons. I mean... you did, right?," you asked. "Not that it affects me or anything, it's just... I always thought you would, I don't know, be an actress or an idol, or literally anything–"

"Wah, jjinja?," she exclaimed. "Gosh no, I don't think I could make singing and drama my entire life."

"So what was your life then?"

"College."

What you thought was a pause turned out to be a full stop. "Wait, that's it? No scholarship, no special gigs? Just college?"

"No, of course not! Seriously, why does everyone assume I just get these things?," she laughed, seemingly shocked by the assumption.

"Because you were THE Na Goeun?!," you said incredulously. "Everyone thought you'd be out there in the world, not disappearing off the face of it," you retort.

"Hey, for what it's worth, I finally got to do some things I couldn't before. Jog more frequently, record songs instead of just performing, go skiing during winter. It's fun."

"But did you not miss any of it?"

"Any of what?" she presses, looking puzzled.

"The attention? The social life? Being loved by everyone?"

She looks up for a few seconds pondering on her answer. "Well, that's a lot to answer. First... I guess I did miss it a bit. Not enough to seek it out though, as you can tell. And second, I honestly just step away from it all, you know? I wanted to lay low, just excel quietly without getting attention, graduate, and do whatever it is I have to do to earn money nowadays. Does that answer your question?"

"I... yeah," you reply, shocked by both how much and how little you know of Goeun.

"But for the record," she glared at you, eyebrow raised with a smirk, "I succeed for no one other than myself."

You clicked your tongue and pointed at her. "There's the Goeun I know."

You both laugh as you share stories, struggling – and barely succeeding – not to wake up all your neighbors. You must have failed either way, because right in the middle of your conversation, rain suddenly pours, drenching both you and Goeun. You run to your porch, fortunately only about a hundred meters away, and laugh even harder when you both process what just happened.

"Don't even think about going home in this rain. I'm so sorry!," you said.

"Are you kidding? This is the most fun I've had in a while!," she replied.

"Please, dry yourself off inside! You can stay over until the rain subsides."

Walking Goeun up the stairs provided an all-important reality check: you were bringing your high school crush, who until now remained a mystery to everyone else, and is still pretty as hell even drenched, to your place, alone?

You power through the growing anxiety and successfully reach your apartment. It wasn't the biggest, considering your parents were the ones fully paying for it, so having a second person already made the place feel twice as stuffed.

You point Goeun to the bathroom to freshen herself up first, while you search for some spare clothes you could lend her. The flannel and jeans you were wearing sent sharp sensations of cold all over your body, so you instinctively remove them, leaving you in your underwear. In your rush to find clothes for Goeun, you miss her unlock the bathroom door and step out, herself also in just a sports bra and her underwear. When you turn around, you give a slight yelp.

"Ai, I'm sorry!" Goeun said, hiding behind the door. You both shuffle around awkwardly trying to find a way to get dressed, but, perhaps to break the awkwardness, she adds, "You have a nice body, you know that?"

You feel your body scrunch up a bit, trying to hide yourself. But Goeun walks up to you, grabbing towels you hung on a chair to cover both you and herself up. As she wraps your shoulders in a towel, she places a hand over the arm you've placed over your chest, trying to ease you up.

"Hey, it's okay," she reassured. "I know we're not close, but you don't have to be so shy." She looks at you, and your eyes meet. She always had very pretty eyes, accentuated by their size and the way they glisten in the light.

"If only I was as pretty as you, maybe," you blurt out suddenly. When you realize what you just did, you take your other hand and cover your mouth, shocked and scared. Even she looked surprised, and the two of you stared at each other in silence for a few seconds.

Both of you were trying to formulate whole ideas, but Goeun is the first to get a word out.

"I... think you're pretty too," she said.

Another round of staring. You barely notice it, but now you're almost up to each others' bodies. Fuck it, here we go I guess.

"I thought you were pretty ever since high school," you add. "I even kept that candy you gave me on the last day of school."

"Did you really?," she giggled. "You know, I gave you that because I remembered you as a lab partner."

"Why, was it because I barely helped? I'm sorry if I was too much for you to carry."

"No no, not like that... because back then, I'd see the way you look at me with those eyes, and it was cute. I remembered that."

You aren't that much taller than Goeun (maybe less than half a head), but you can feel yourself having to look down a bit more as you move your body closer to her.

"Goeun...," you whisper, "every time some guy asked you out and you rejected them, I always thought I'd actually be able to make you happy. But I also accepted I'd never be able to tell you that I liked you."

"Well," she says, as she tipped on her toes and plants a kiss on your cheek. "now's your chance. Do you perhaps... still like me now?," she asked innocently.

Your heart thumps all the way into your eardrums, but, with how close she was to you, you could feel her heart beating quickly as well. You're lightheaded, but at the same time aware of everything around you, most especially Na Goeun looking into your eyes with a smile.

You press your forehead into hers and close your eyes. No point hiding anything now.

"Yes, Goeun-ssi, I still like you."

She chuckled again, though sounding a bit nervous. "Please, I think we're past the point of you calling me that way. Just call me Goeun."

At that moment, a switch flips: literally, in that both of you have unwittingly backed into a light switch in the room; and figuratively, in that after exchanging a quick laugh, you both lean in together for a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and also unsure, but a second kiss erases all that fear.

Every moment your lips parted came longer than the last. You were immersed in the warmth of someone you've dreamt about in the past, and that's all that mattered then and there.

You break your kiss, and guide her to the edge of your bed. Goeun stares at you, for once seemingly unsure of what to say, and you move your hands to the sides of her chest. She gives a quiet nod, and you work her bra and panties off her. She does the same, moving her hands to your hips, and you nod in return. You both had a language only both of you could understand, and it burned you up inside.

When you pull her to the bed however, Goeun is just staring into your eyes still, like she's trying to say something.

"Is everything okay? Am I going too fast?," you ask, trying to calm her.

"No, it's just... this is my first time with a girl, and I haven't done anything like this in... I don't even remember," she replied.

You give a warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, this is my first time too. We'll... figure this out together I guess?," you added. She closes her eyes and smiles, looking more relaxed than a minute ago. She always was a perfectionist.

"No one's ever told me that before," she said, looking shocked from the statement. "Okay."

Both of you resume making out. Still not intense nor heavy, just enough to focus on each others' lips. Time to time, you or Goeun would pause to just look at your other half, and continue. Every pause you snuggle closer – perhaps still cold from the rain pouring outside. And, when your eyes lock, you giggle and keep going.

She breaks the rout with a light kiss on your nose. "You're cute when you have nothing to say."

You feel your cheeks flush. "If you're going to tell me you've been flirting with me ever since lab, I'm going to freak."

"If I managed to learn to flirt between then and now, it's a miracle," she replied. "But I mean it. You're cute in a way other guys can't be."

You place a hand over her cheek, rubbing it with your thumb. "I really hope this isn't a dream," you say, before kissing Goeun again.

"I don't think dreams would feel this real," she laughed.

You start making out again, your hands now straying to different parts of each others' body. Goeun's hand slides down your chest, pausing between your breasts, your hand works up her spine to the back of her head.

You pull her in closer, sliding your leg between hers, and hers between yours. You can feel the warmth of her core, and you're sure she can too. Both of you connect with a jolt; you feel Goeun's breath stagger. She looks at you again, with a look that said "it's okay, I'm yours."

You start to rub yourself on her leg, and she follows suit. Slick builds up on your thigh, and deep breaths trail behind. You can't hold back your moans, but neither does Goeun; her whimpers of pleasure are fed straight into your ear. The harder both of you grind, the harder you pull her closer to you, as if wanting to experience your stimulation as one whole.

"Does it feel good?," you ask under your breath.

"Yes, shit, I want more."

You're now determined to do one thing and one thing only: make Goeun feel good. You prop yourself up on a knee to get on top of her; her petite body rises and falls with her heavy breaths. She tries to get up on her elbows to meet you, but you place a hand on her chest. "Let me," you whisper, and she plops back down.

You feel around her folds, glistening and sticky from the stimulation you gave her. You give her one last glance, and her eyes are closed, ready to take you in. You slide a finger in, and Goeun gasps, feeling all of you in her. Her breaths are giggly, trembly expressions of pleasure, and it unsurprisingly turned you on. You reciprocated the pleasure with a second finger, causing her to lurch her back in ecstasy.

"Hah, that's so good! Please don't stop!," Goeun begs. You have never imagined her to be on the receiving end of anything, much less this, but you're committed to make her keep begging for more – as a metric of her enjoyment, of course.

You didn't anticipate, though, how much of a quick study Goeun could be, as she forces herself up and reaches a hand towards your groin. You feel a finger graze your clit, causing you to squeak, and Goeun continued to go crazy on it. Both of you are staring deeply and longingly at each other, legs crossed between each other – and of course, now fingering each other.

You couldn't take it anymore; you needed more of Goeun, and you wanted to give her more of you. You grab her hand out of your pussy and guide it to her mouth, and you do the same to your own. Your moans and movements at this point are so synchronized that when you drag her closer to start scissoring her, you're surprised to slam right into her juicy warmth without much distance covered.

Just like tides slamming and receding back, you and Goeun rub your pussies into each other. Waves of pleasure ripple across your body, and you can feel in the way she trembles in your grasp that so is Goeun. You're hungry for her, and the look in her eyes confirm she wanted to know exactly that. As you creep closer to your edge, a dam bursts open inside your chest, and you grip ever more tightly on to Goeun. She holds on to you just as tightly, enough to be moaning right next to each others' ears yet again.

Suddenly, you couldn't stop yourself from blurting everything you've ever thought about Goeun to her. "Fuck, Goeun, I've always dreamt this, I've touched myself to this dream so many times, please don't leave me! I'll do everything to make you stay! Please don't let me go! I just want to be yours!," you cry out in desperation.

"Yes, yes, yes, baby! You're mine! I'm not letting you go! I want to cum together! I'm so close!," she screams in reply. Those sweet words were enough to finally you make you tremble and leak, just before squirting all over her hips. Your orgasm in turn brought Goeun to her climax, your fluids mixing with each other, consummating your newly forged commitment to each other.

Together, you tip to the side, still locked into that embrace, catching your breath. The moans hidden beneath her breaths are soft but unabated, and you feel satisfied knowing she most definitely enjoyed herself.

When Goeun comes to, you stare at her and give her a kiss on her nose. "You're cuter when you're relaxed."

The gesture appeared to have jolted Goeun to her senses, as she gives a faint smile.

"I'm lucky I found you tonight of all nights," she whispered. Your softest voices were now audible, as the rain had finally subsided.

"And I'm lucky the rain kept you here," you reply. You look outside, thinking what comes next after this, and Goeun responded immediately by using her forehead to pull yours in.

"I'm not going anywhere," she reassured.

"Not even the reunion?," you taunt, giving a childish pout.

"Of course I'm going to that, silly," she giggles. "Only if you promise to come with me."

"It's a date then," you reply. "Finally."

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A/N: hope this one surprises the few plorys out here in the wild. hopefully i get to make for kween dosie next

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

You are now obliged to write an Eunbi smut

Waterbombed

IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut

5,835 words

Categories | daddy kink, anal, jealousy, squirting, breast worship, fingering, titfucking, spanking, slight exhibitionism

Sorry not sorry for the Eunbi spam—I promise I'll write the other members and other idols after this. Waterbomb Festival Eunbi is just too hot.

Enjoy.

Tokki 🐰: oppaaaaaaaaa

This can't be good. Eunbi's bombing your phone again with ridiculous messages designed to attract your attention. It won't work today, though. You've got a lot to do, and besides that, she's equally busy. She's out there performing in some festival Woollim booked, and it's safe to say that it should have brought about only peace in your office cubicle. No videos, no flirty texts, no nada—that's how it should have been.

But one thing you've learned when dating Kwon Eunbi is to expect the unexpected. Too bad you didn't keep that in mind when you finally gave in and picked up your phone. Work can wait for a few minutes, right?

You: What is it ?

Tokki 🐰: have you seen my performance yet :]

You don't think so. The day's been too packed to make space for a quick watch.

You: Not yet love im busy

Tokki 🐰: you should oppa

becauseeeee

i really enjoyed performing at the waterbomb festival!!!!!

Waterbomb Festival?

Isn't that—

It slowly hits you, as if the information were a hesitant slap on the shoulder. Thoughts come blending into each other in your head and forming a quaky conclusion. Could it be…?

Open another tab on your work desktop. You quickly flock to YouTube. Never mind if your boss sees the history through the internet router. You have to know if your suspicions are true. 

Your experienced fingers spell out a search query into the curved search bar. In flash-paced impulse, you type out: "권은비 워터밤."

Then there it is: several fan-recorded videos of your girlfriend, your ever-so-precious and playful Eunbi, dressed in nothing but a flimsy bikini top and a see-through cardigan. Her hair is soaked from the sprays and shots of water coming at her, but she's smiling—she looks like she's having the time of her life.

The played previews of the videos are endless loops of her chest rippling and bouncing with her wide movements, even cutting to a clip where she's running her hands up her exposed body, grinding her hips down as if you were there on the stage with her, invisible yet still present. 

No wonder she didn't want you to attend. You insisted, but she asked that you did what you had to do. 

You're a good man. At least, you try to be. Eunbi's her own person and you're completely fine with whatever she does, even suggesting the kinds of tattoos she could pick out when she went to get some. They're what gave you the inked places to kiss her.

But she knows what she was doing with this. It's impossible not to discern that.

Look around before closing the tab with shivering breaths, then pick up your phone.

You: ????? 

You told me it was a festival

Not the WATERBOMB festival

Tokki 🐰: oh come on whats the difference 

and you don't own me >:(

i can do whatever i want

:PPPPP

She's got a point, but her intent with this is so obvious, with the lewd expressions she fires the audience and all, that—

You: Oh

So that's how it's going to be, huh.

It's maddening how your picture of her jumping around giggling as she types another message to you is probably accurate. 

Tokki 🐰: yes :3

can you come pick me up?? 

The audacity of this girl sometimes.

But forget it; as any good boyfriend would, you're picking her up. You'll do more than pick her up. 

-

Getting there in the guise of her manager isn't easy. You've had to negotiate with him, explaining that you'll pick her up on your own and save him the trouble. I'm a friend of hers, you said. I just want to congratulate her performance, you added. He gave you suspicious looks, but once he saw her name in your contacts, he ultimately agreed.

Driving through the crowd isn't easy either, but you manage to do it. You have your emotions to thank for that. Lust and jealousy, as you've learned, are like demons—they possess you, control you to the point that they invade other aspects of your life. Asmodeus sure likes tinkering with you, and you're just sitting there in the driver's seat letting him? If that's the case, you'd have to attend the Waterbomb Festival itself to wash yourself of hell's flame.

Heat begins to fill the room when you see her though. You'd adlib a pun into the script here, say a joke about how it's only hot because Eunbi is. But you're too turned on by the sight of her tits on display, poorly contained by the thin bikini and held together by one single button of the transparent cardigan.

Her smile pushes you on. She knows what you're here for, but she loves playing dumb as much as she loves provoking you. It's all going according to her plan.

Every bit of her insane curves sway in an aesthetic, almost rehearsed way at you as she approaches. Her hair is still wet, and maybe there's another thing wet, too; her thighs squirm together too much to be merely out of the soaked sprays aimed at her at the festival.

Eunbi's eyes sparkle. Makeup can't fabricate that glimmer.

"Daddy," she says, with conviction. With meaning. 

The hair on the back of your nape rises.

Eunbi's pushing you to the empty seat in the room, soon filling your lap with her soft presence. "You really came? I thought you were mad at Eunbi."

There she is again with the third-person thing. The daddy thing, too. She knows it's your weakness, hearing a pretty girl like her who pretends not to know of her effect on people get on her knees and call you what she shouldn't. You won't lie; it's insanely hot, but when she's grinding her round ass down on your growing bulge with that tiny bite of her lower lip, you, as usual, aren't passive. You aren't moved by her coaxing. You refuse to be. 

"Watch it," you warn anyway, a hand on one of her womanly hips. You massage it, a cautionary message written in your movements. Now you brush a thumb over her midriff and draw small gasps out of her.

"I'm n-not doing anything." 

Innocent as her voice is, her outfit isn't—the patterned bikini top barely holds on to her plentiful breasts, and the cardigan is useless anyway with how clear its seams are. 

"Daddy," Eunbi says again, the pout on her lipsticked mouth growing, "don't tease."

"I'm not doing anything," you say, happy to use her line against her. 

You love and live to see the weak expressions on her face when you trail your hands gently to the scope of her tits. If they barely fit the bikini, what more in your hands? They're too soft in your fingers as you gingerly toy with them. Her nipples poke the fabric of the top and brush your palms.

Eunbi's gasps frequent. "Please."

"What is this, baby?" you ask. "You go to a festival made for perverts and you make a scene anyway. And now you want me to take this off—"

Unbutton the single thing holding the cardigan together, slipping it off her shoulders. The bare, revealed body in front of you is something the Waterbomb Festival goers were able to see first—just under the gauze of the poor outerwear. It triggers an unhinged emotion in you, something that goes like: mine mine mine.

"—call you a good girl—"

Eunbi's lips are pursed as you touch her everywhere. She's completely soaked after her viral feat at the festival, but there's another thing down below that's wetter. Showing herself off to everybody, men and women alike, has her wet to the core. 

Your touch teases yet lingers, stays yet strays. She grinds down on your lap needily. 

"—and expect me to fuck you? Really?"

Eunbi's truly all bark but no bite. Her feistiness through texts doesn't translate in real life, wherein she completely melts when you just let your fingertips glide along her waiting skin. Just look at her heaving bosom, her large eyes—she's passiveness itself.

"But you, you liked seeing me up there, daddy," she stammers. Eunbi swallows the moment your hand rests on her cheek. "H-hah, you liked watching me."

She cries out too loud for subtleness at the sudden spank thrown at her tits. 

"Is this what you wanted those men at the festival to do to you?" Slap her bouncing tits again, squeezing before throwing another blow. "Slap your big fucking tits, dick you down right there on the stage for everyone to see?"

"Mmm, ah, you ask too many questions, daddy. Oh– oh my god—"

"If you want to be such a bad girl," you say, a harsh squeeze from your right hand on her boob, "you'll get fucked like one."

Pull down the narrow cup of the bikini to suck on her nipples. Replace the redness on the flesh from your slaps to redness from your mouth. You've placed your hand on skirted ass to keep her on your lap, because she's not going anywhere—she'll stay here, here where you can teach her a lesson. 

You dare to bite just a little. Beneath your palm, Eunbi's form curves and she screams.

"D-daddy!" 

"Sensitive, aren't we?" you ask with a smirk. Your tongue flattens as it licks greedily at her nipples, then retreating to her collarbone and neck. Still, her bountiful breasts are your main focus. 

"Please fuck me. I need it, I can't—"

"Take the skirt off. Bend over." 

Eunbi whines, but you fire her with a look of warning. Hence, she slips out of the white jean skirt. She doesn't even wear safety shorts underneath. Instead, it's a single thong that matches the plaid pattern of the top. She might as well be at a beach with how little clothing there is on her curvaceous body.

Your blood boils, but it settles when she does bend over obediently on your lap, and you enjoy the sight of her breasts dangling before settling on the soft plush sofa. 

"Someone might see, daddy," she protests, though she's already folded in half on the furniture. "The others, they're gonna look."

"You had no problem with that earlier," you say. Circle your palm over the exposed fat cheeks and clench your hand around one, just like you did with her tits. "I should fuck you at the door, make everyone see the sexy little thing they saw at the festival is mine."

"Noooo, please, daddy! The company'll be mad and my fans…oh, my fans—"

"Quiet, baby girl. Let me use you."

Eunbi nods, albeit her shadowed eyes are closed. She whimpers through pursed lips as the first spank capsizes. Her ass moves beautifully, as if it were a dancer just like her. It's hypnotizing, and for that you hit her more. 

"Oh, oh yes, daddy, oh my god," she cries out, her voice thin. "I love it when you spank me. M-makes me want to cum all over you."

"Not a chance after the shit you pulled out there."

Her thong is sticky with her juices. Feel it with your middle finger briefly. Dare to slip through the side to touch her waiting pussy. Eunbi sobs a little, reversing her ass into you, but is met with a spank instead. She winces.

Eunbi's ass is, to be brief, amazing. But even with that you'll go on to say how much you love the supple flesh bouncing in front of you, becoming red from the assault of your hand, clenching to bear the teasing. It's already a surprise that you haven't fucked her senseless already when she's lying stomach first on your lap in a tiny two-piece set, but you love to keep her on edge hankering for you to use her. 

"So you won't let me cum?" asks Eunbi, as if she were really disappointed that she'd be denied something she doesn't deserve. "That's not fair."

"Do you think it's fair to me?" 

"Oh, oh, daddy—" Her legs quake once your fingers nevertheless stuff her hole, and start moving at a pace too early to be set and too much to handle.

Your digits push past her slick walls and fill her over and over. "Presenting what's mine for everyone to see, Kwon Eunbi. And I thought you were a good girl."

"Ohhh, but I am!" Eunbi protests, on the verge of pleasure-induced tears. 

You just know where to touch her, where to fuck her pretty cunt at to reduce her to cum and tears. Nothing's a better combination. Stuff a third finger, and Eunbi gets too tight that you can barely fit. You have to spread your fingers a little to make space, yet she still squeezes down.

Through her struggles and cries she doesn't fail to move her crotch into your fingers. It's like she's in a battle of choices: to have you stop or have you go on forever. 

"I just wanted to have fun, daddy! I wanted you to punish me, to fuck me—"

"Well, you got what you wanted then, little brat. Cum for me. Cum for daddy."

Her screams fire off into the atmosphere like warnings. They have every right to send cautionary messages; Eunbi's a force to be reckoned with when she cums. At times, she'd yell and sob without shame as she came around your cock, tear the sheets with how hard she grasps at their fabric. But now, at a public waiting room backstage at the festival, she's got nowhere and no one to help her bear her orgasm.

So, while you violently fuck her hole with Eunbi-stained digits, her moans start off as what they were, evolving into louder and louder forms, until she's cumming, cumming all over your fingers as if her pussy were one of the water guns itself. Her squirt doesn't miss her thong, but it also doesn't leave your lap empty in its wake.

Oh, and she's screaming. She's crying out your name in pitched tones, carving your thrusts into stronger forces. "Shit, daddy, please!" Eunbi cries, struggling in your lap and squeezing down hard. "Please, daddy, I don't want to ruin your clothes!"

That's sweet of her, but frankly: "I don't care. Cum all over them. Just keep on squirting for me, baby. That's it."

Pull out to rub at her core, forcing more of her girl cum to eject into the air. Eunbi's legs flail and weaken. Her hips gyrate into your finger and flinch after you start spanking her impossibly wet cunt.

"Thank you, daddy," she says between gaspy gibberish and whimpers. She can barely see anything but stars. "My daddy, thank you, daddy, keep spanking my little pussy like that, mmm, I love you, daddy."

Alternate between spanking and rubbing so that the sofa is absolutely stained with her, so that anyone who comes in the room after the session will know that the Kwon Eunbi was railed here. So they know that they can gawk at her amazing body all they want, but she's yours. Yours, and no one else's. 

Eunbi bears it for a few seconds, hips lifting and descending. But it soon becomes too much to bear, for she implores, in a tired voice, "Daddy… stop. Too much."

No problem at all. Stop, like she asked. You never take things too far unless she wants you to, even when she's been bad, which reminds you: "But you're still a bad girl. You need to make it up to daddy."

"I know what to do!" she says, in a sudden cheerful voice she uses when she does her radio gigs. "I can make daddy feel better with this!"

Her legs are still weak, but she gets off your lap with the help of her own eagerness. Eunbi's always so ready to make you feel good.

She kneels, tugging your belt and pants off. Her animated expression at the sight of your cock is adorable, and as you ruffle her hair, you realize you just have to tell her:

"You're so fucking pretty, Eunbi."

Eunbi beams. Her cheeks flush. "Thank you, daddy."

"I bet you'll look even prettier fucking your huge tits on my cock."

"You don't have to tell me what to do," giggles Eunbi. "I'm a big girl."

She completely tears off the bikini top. Her wondrous boobs free themselves from the fabric, baring their flesh to you. It's an attempt to make you drool at the mouth and go bogey-eyed, and you can't say that it isn't successful. 

She squeezes her assets and plays with her nipples. Her fingertips brush and circle over the pink patch of skin as she moans seductively. The knot in your stomach tightens.

"Eunbi," you reprimand her. 

"What?" she says, eyes full of faux innocence. "I was so horny after you fingered me, daddy. You're just so hot when you're mad."

"I'll be madder if you don't let me fuck you."

She laughs. "Don't worry, daddy. Just sit there and relax for me, okay?" Eunbi raises a thumb questioningly.

Lower lip pinned under her teeth, she guides her large breasts to your cock. It takes no effort at all for her to slip your cock between. It's not unexpected either that the big soft skin imprisoning you feels amazing. With their size and impossibly smooth texture, you've no other choice but to moan loudly.

The backside of your length enjoys the space between her tits, while the rounded sides revel in their booby trap. Not a pun, you swear, especially not when your girlfriend's titfucking you, but there's no coherent thought when she's doing it. When she's smiling naughtily. When she's compressing her tits around your length like it's determined to keep you there forever. When—

"You're doing so fucking good, baby."

"Of course," she says happily. "Daddy made me cum even though I was a bad girl, so I'll always be good for him."

"Consider this your punishment, then."

"How is it a punishment if I love it?" 

"Don't start."

Another warning she doesn't heed. "I already have."

Her chest heaves and rests while being instructed by her hands. Eunbi lets a run of spit stream down her cleavage and on your cock as lubricant. Wipe the drool from her chin and offer it to her mouth. Her eyes sparkle with delicateness as she sucks on your thumb. The soft lips wrapping around your finger causes you to wonder what they'd feel like around your girth.

(Next time.)

"Gently," you have to remind her. The constriction of her bust around your cock is a little too much. So is her eager looks. "There's no rush here."

"But I want you to cum," Eunbi says. "I want you to cum all over my big tits you love so much. You love me, don't you? Then cum for me, daddy, show me you love your little baby girl, please?"

Fuck, it's tempting. You'd love to pepper her beautiful face and bust with your cum. She'd look so pretty in it while still keeping the look of pureness in her irises. But you have to hold out. 

She toys with your cock, slapping it against her boob then running its tip on her nipple. Your heart skips a beat, and she smirks. Seems like you're not doing a good job of keeping your daddy persona, but she's good enough to continue rubbing your firm veins on her skin. 

Eunbi's chest is a real-life fleshlight. Soon, your hips start to move of their own accord, and you're meeting her thrusts now, only with a little more force. There's the friction to chase after, too, and you're right at its heel. You're winning the race, already; you can almost taste it—

"Ohhh, daddy!" she says delightfully. Your cum rains on her chest and neck like a storm. The thunder can be your groans that instead of fearing, she relishes. 

"F-fuck," you say. "Fucking brat, take it all—"

Eunbi listens this time. She removes her bosom from enveloping your cock and attaches her mouth to it instead. You've trained her well; she shoves her face all the way down your length, effectively taking it all in her tight throat. Her neck flexes and relaxes. It stimulates you and has your legs bouncing.

Her eyes remain sealed onto you. The brightness in them that they hold so often tells you more than words could: she loves being your good girl as much as she loves being a brat. She loves riling you up but also loves being good and letting you have your way with her. It's what Eunbi keeps living for, and some may say it's an addiction, but if it is, she'd never want to recover. Not if it means having your warm cum down her throat and your hand tangled in her hair.

You call her a good girl more times than you can count. Ruffle her hair all the while and wipe the tears forming in her eyes when she whimpers. It takes a while getting her to get all of your cum—her throat extracts more from you, and it ends up with her gagging just a little. Finally, she makes the move to breathe.

Pants ride her shoulders, but Eunbi smiles. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she says. "Let's go home now—"

"Oh, no, Eunbi, we're not done."

"H-huh?"

You pull her up and into your lap, her butt parked only a little away from your cock. Eunbi wears a shocked look on her face, and it only adds up to the hotness of her wearing nothing but a Burberry thong while on your thighs.

"I still have to teach you a lesson," you tell her between firm squeezes on her butt. "You think I forgot?"

"Why?" she whines. Her hands fidget with your shirt. "I've been a good girl, haven't I? You got to cum!"

"And I'm not stopping." Guide her hips to dance along the head of your length. Brush against her engorged clit. Tease her slit. "Fucking ride my dick."

You push her down. Eunbi cries out, her nerves still on a high after her previous orgasm. To be fair, you're a little sensitive, too, but you look forward anyway to cumming in her tight little pussy. It could happen any time when she's just so fuckable, her busty self bouncing and squirming on your girth, and her face never failing to not hide the pleasure she's going through. You can feel her twitch and spasm, but of course, you keep slamming her down on your lap like she's a little rag doll.

"Daddy!" she screams. "Please, oh fuck, you're so big!"

She's a little greedy herself. If you wanted to fuck her till she came and begged you to stop, she wanted it more. She's wild and unhinged as she rides you, impaling herself with your rod though you cumming in her would do more bad than good, but when it pokes every good spot and stretches her tiny cunt better than any toy or a couple of fingers, she might as well do it with no regrets.

Kiss her collarbone and keep a hand on her ass to guide her. Squeeze; her moans break. Then Eunbi's looking at you with crazed eyes, deluded and dizzy with pleasure, as you slap her fat ass and let her wet core press its walls around your penis like a trap. This whole thing's a trap if you really looked at it, from the appearance at the Waterbomb Festival to the outfit she's wearing, but if that were so, you'd want no parole. If being jailed in her hole means getting this delicious tightness and hearing her whiny loud moans every second, you'd appeal for a life sentence.

She might as well be liquid—the roll of her hips is too fluid to be that of a human. But you've seen her fancams from the festival and guess that it was a manifestation, a prophecy for this to happen. Your cock can't be anything other than solid, however. Eunbi's too sexy a girl for your erection to be nonexistent.

"That's it, Eunbi." Lean back a little into the wet sofa to let her do her thing. "Ride that fucking cock. Fill that tight pussy."

"I will, daddy," she responds, nodding as if in a spell-cast trance. Maybe it's true; the heat brewing in the small of her stomach is too good to be true. "Yes, please, I love your big cock, it feels so good inside me."

You don't even have to guide her anymore. She's fully fucking herself on you, her stamina never failing her. Her full thighs strain and her pussy clenches down with a slippery yet firm grip. Groan, then slap her ass. She hums happily. Your relentless upward thrusts and slaps just burn her lust into a complete fire. 

It's a surprise your legs don't collapse on the way to carrying her and fucking her against the wall. It gives you more opportunity to stuff her with you harder. Eunbi's legs spread more, her breathing ragged, and you're kissing her again. You press your lips on hers, then on her neck for which she closes her eyes appreciatively, then her collarbone. There isn't one part of her you don't love. You'd paint her with your cum three times a day like a daily meal if you could.

For now, you binge on lust with her. You eat more of her than you should. But who's making the rules? Whoever they are, let it be known you're breaking them—skin slapping against skin grows louder, almost syncing with Eunbi's repeated moans and your pumps. Her hips and yours create a rhythm together to make it work, to make your cock fit inside her, but she ends up weak and tired anyway.

"Please, daddy. S-suck my tits. I need your mouth on me so bad. Can you give your baby girl what she wants, daddy?" Her pout prods you on. "You can, right?"

"Of course." 

Latch your mouth on one of the bouncing circles of flesh. Nibble, suck, spit, suckle—that's your beginning loop of actions for her. But it becomes frenzied after a while because of how good her folds swallow you, how soft her breasts are. Even as your actions become less and less sequenced, she moans. You never want to hear anything else.

"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you. I, I'm gonna cum soon. Keep fucking me like that and I promise, I promise I'll squirt around your s-stupidly big cock. I will, I will, just fuck me, oh my god. Oh, daddy!"

Eunbi stays true to her word, especially with your thumb toying her clit. She lets out another rush of cum on your crotch. It's wet, it's plenty, it's oh-so-hot when she's screaming helplessly like that, struggling to keep up with your speed. 

Pull out so more of her can spray all over you. If people don't hear your little session in this waiting room, they'll see evidence of it—it ends up on the floor, the sofa, the wall, and your soaked clothes on the ground. Maybe Eunbi's back could have imprinted a mark on the wall too after how hard you fucked her. It's too easy for adoring fans and nonchalant staff alike to find out what happened to their beloved Kwon Eunbi after the festival, and you have a feeling that it's part of what makes Eunbi squirt so much now.

Go south. Keep your fingers on her hips to help her stand. Then, flick your tongue on her clit to help her go through the long stretch of her orgasm.

"Ahh, fuck!" 

Her core tightens again. Her hips flinch and recoil, but you keep firing your sharp little licks long after her climax subsides. 

"Oh, daddy," Eunbi sighs, dizzy, "that felt so good."

"Can you go for more?" 

You're met with a curious look. It's as if she's wondering herself: could she?

"I want to fuck your ass, too, Eunbi." Squeeze her cheek, and her other cheek turns red. "Won't you let daddy fuck this perfect little thing?"

Eunbi shivers. She walks over to the windowsill, steps shaky, and places her hands on it. Then, she looks back at you, coaxing you on. And you have to admit that it's quite the sight, because there she is, in only skimpy underwear and her breasts bare of any covering. 

It's the fact that she's so willing to go and expose herself through the uncurtained window and show everyone who gets to fuck her that makes you approach her. 

"Naughty girl."

Eunbi nods. What's there to deny? Her eyes shut after you spank her.

"If I get to fuck your ass every time you go to Waterbomb," you say, trailing her wetness to her asshole as lubricant and lathering it with her arousal, "I'd let you go here daily."

Eunbi giggles. "So you're not mad anymore, daddy?" she asks hopefully.

Your cock rubs her hole. It teases her, keeps her on the tips of her toes. "Maybe."

Push, just a little. Already she's clenching down unintentionally. Eunbi hisses and shuts her eyes.

"Ffffuck, hnn." Her hands drum a tortured song on the windowsill while her voice strains a melody of darling cries and whines. "Haaah, daddy, you're so big. I don't think I can take it."

"Of course you can," you say, choosing to be gentle this time, "'cause you're my good girl, right?"

"Y-yes. I'll take it for you, daddy—I can do it."

"That's my Eunbi."

Kiss her neck and slowly plunge more inches in her. She keeps letting out soft cries. Her face, showcasing her eyes shut tightly and mouth slightly hung open, reflects into the window. You wonder which group's performing now, and if the audience is too enamored by their song to see the previous sex doll that is Eunbi being fucked at the window. That somehow encourages you alongside her soft moans of pleasure. 

It's Eunbi's first time with anal, and she never imagined she'd experience it here, at a place where anybody can see her pleasure and struggle. She clamps a palm on her mouth.

"Daddy… ahhh, it's so big, daddy!" she cries softly.

"I know. Just spread that tight ass for me, will you? So you can take daddy better?" Smile when she follows your orders. "Thank you, baby. You ready?"

"Mmm." Eunbi hums hesitantly. "Yes."

She said she was, so there's no hesitance on your end in relentlessly fucking her asshole. It gapes a little with the help of her fingers, but Eunbi still wails. Stroke after stroke of your length fills her up and she isn't sure how to deal with the pleasure and pain it brings about. 

Her textured, pink walls might be a close competitor in terms of tightness with her pussy. With how closed its walls are, it nearly refuses to take you in. Try rubbing at her clit. As a result, it clenches around you tighter. Eunbi sobs and huffs as she tries with every inch of her spent body to take you in. 

"Nnnn, daddy! S-so big, so good, it's so good!"

Open her up. Spread the tight cheeks by spanking them. The backside before you grinds and gyrates in response. There's more wetness now on Eunbi's legs, trickling down her skin. Maybe it's sweat? Squirt? Cum? No time to think about it when you're focused on how damn tight she is.

Somehow, your pats and rubs on her core make her tighter. She's restricting you fully, forcing you to draw your hips all the way back to slam inside her. With each, she gasps, as if surprised, and begs again. Begs for more, although her ass is too tight to take more than a few pleasured inches in. Begs you to use her, spank her, which you do although you don't really understand the rest of her sentences. It's all garbled and messy, just like your swift thrusts.

"Pound me, fuck me! Fuck me for everyone to see, daddy, make me cum!"

Now that part's clear as day. You love Eunbi too much to not do what she says.

A few seconds in she relaxes a little. Hence, the rest of your dick goes inside her. You let out a soft groan at how good it feels: finally filling her to the hilt. You kiss her sweaty back, rub her clit, tell her how much of a good girl she is. It takes effect; she grows tighter and more relaxed at the same time. How it's possible, you've no idea, for you live in the present wherein you're fucking Kwon Eunbi's tight ass to no end.

Rub her little midriff. "You want me to fill this pretty stomach with my load, baby? You want me to cream your ass?" 

"Yes, daddy!" 

Now, trail your finger down to her clit where you rub furiously. "Want me to make you squirt again?" 

"Fuck! Daddy!" Eunbi's legs twitch and she throws her head back. "Yes, yes, make me cum, make me cum!"

That you do. Keep the tempo of your thrusts and rubs unsynced so as to let her experience the pleasure from both ends. Let your other hand squeeze and pinch her nipples, and let the fact that only you get to toy with them, not the audience. Not one single man out there gets to fuck her like this, even in his dreams. 

You smile for a bit until you blow your load inside her tight hole. Eunbi's feet finally lose balance and she falls back into you. Continue to thrust in her to ease your climax while she rains her squirt all over the pane and wall. Let a few fingers inside her pussy, too, and the silver rain grows stronger. Plentier. Better.

"So fffucking big, thank you, daddy," she mumbles coherently enough. She kisses your jaw tiredly. "Feels so good in my ass, thank you, I love you, thank you… the best…"

Her repeated whispers are adorable. You wince as you pull out. You're fully and completely drained, and you don't have to guess to know that she is, too.

"Calm down now."

"Okay, I will…" 

"I love you, too, by the way." Your lips meet hers. She kisses back happily.  "Don't forget that."

"Won't… forget…" Eunbi nods. Her heart pounds as fast as yours. "We'll go home now? For real this time?"

"For real this time," you chuckle. Stroke her hair. 

You let her robe fall around her spent body and drive her home. The janitors have a tough time cleaning up the room, luckily only assuming someone spilled water. The scent of sex still hangs around, though.

She's your passenger princess on the way home, but the next three times she'll attend the Waterbomb Festival, she's your toy. You're flying with her to Japan to fuck her anytime, just as a firm reminder that as much as she's loved to show off in the events, you love fucking her more.

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Taste Test

Kim Jennie x Irene/Bae Joohyun x M!reader

Tags: threesome, blindfold, facesitting, edging(?)

WC: 4.5k

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Working at a bistro in Gangnam-gu had two quirks that didn't need explanation: first, the money, obviously; and second, the frequency of being around Korea's rich and famous. It's even come to a point where seeing awarded drama actresses or show hosts was less interesting than seeing some more interesting figures come by: chaebol hierarchs, mid-level politicians, and the like.

Tonight, the bistro is restless; busy, but not packed. And as you wait a table of some tech company management, you're called to the front to escort another set of customers.

"Hey, Table 27. You're assigned to Ms. Kim and Ms. Bae."

Those last names may be very vague at first glance, but you were all too familiar with this duo: K-pop royalty Jennie and Irene. This was not the first time you've breathed the same aromatic-filled air as them in this space, but in those times they had patronized the joint with different sets of guests. This would be the first time you spotted them together, much less served either of them.

Quickly adjusting your collar and trying to swallow the fanboy-sized lump in your throat, you meet them at the receptionist's area.

"Good evening, Ms. Bae, Ms. Kim. Please follow me to your table," you say, as rehearsed a thousand times by now. Nothing to freak out about. The two are busy with their respective phones, but are noticeably missing their usual entourage of managers and bodyguards. And as you lead them to a more secluded and closed off portion of the bistro, you catch them putting their phones away completely. You didn't think idols could be autonomous to this degree, but you set aside the thought as you pass menus to them.

"There's no need for that, dear, thank you," Jennie said with a smile. "I'll just have an espresso please."

"Right away, miss. And how about you?"

"Do you have any teas? Just a pot of whatever you have tonight," Irene replied.

You note their orders and head to your station. The location of the console where you prepare the coffee is just close enough to catch their conversation, but a glass divider mutes it enough that the clinking of spoons on ceramic distracts you away from it. Doesn't seem like anything particularly interesting though; both just seemed to be catching up from a break in their respective tour schedules.

Upon finishing their orders, you bring them over, with the usual pleasantries to exchange. "Is there anything else I can get you, miss?," you ask.

"If you don't mind me asking," Irene chimes in, "are you new here? I don't recall your face."

"Actually, I've been working here for almost a year, miss, maybe almost two," you respond. Staff normally aren't supposed to talk to customers so casually, but you decide that it wouldn't hurt to do otherwise being out of view from the rest of the crowd.

"So why here then? You have quite the face, why not anywhere else?," Jennie asks.

You try to charm your way out of an obligatory, potentially shameful monologue, saying "Well, short answer is, I do it for the money. Don't we all?"

The two giggle, and inside you're running a football victory lap for nailing a perfectly executed quip. You leave them to it and attend to other tables, but you swear you could catch them glancing at you time to time. They call you over a second time about thirty minutes later.

"Good evening again. Did you enjoy the drinks? Anything else I can get for you?," you say.

"It was great, I don't actually think I've tried the tea here. You have good taste," Irene replied., "but yes, we would like some dessert as well."

"Alright, what would you like?"

"How about you put that taste to the test and surprise us. We trust you," Jennie butted in, with a little smirk. While you would normally be fawning over the gesture, you also felt a growing fear of embarrassing yourself. You swallow the feeling, responding with a half lie, saying "I think I have just the thing."

You walk back slowly to the counter as you ponder on what the pair would like. After a few seconds, you had an idea: Jennie might like a light cream-based pastry, and Irene would probably prefer a sorbet or anything with fruit. You find the closest approximations in your menu and bring them over. To your relief, it seems you've delighted them once again.

"Spot on with the choices, I love it," said Jennie. "How about you Joohyun, what's your verdict?" Irene, however, seemed too busy savoring the treat. "Well, I guess that speaks for itself. Three points for you."

"Thank you, miss. I do believe that's all orders complete, anything else I can do for you?"

Irene, having finished her plate, replies, "How about the bill? We have some other plans tonight."

"Certainly, miss. Just a moment."

As you leave, you can overhear them bickering and exchanging whines and banter. Probably fighting over who pays, as is custom. By now the bistro is taking its last set of customers, so the discussion isn't as hard to overhear. As you return, though, it seems an agreement had been settled; you resolved to keep this interaction short to avoid getting told off.

"Here," Irene said as she handed back the holder. "Please hand this to your manager, there's special instructions for how to use the credit card in there. He'll know how to handle it."

"Of course miss. Thank you," you replied, walking to the cashier.

A part of you felt a bit sad that your interaction with the two was coming to an end. Nonetheless, work is work, and you call your manager.

"Sajangnim, I was told to hand this payment to you."

Your manager looked puzzled at first, but opened the receipt anyway, followed by a quick furrowing of brows. Was something wrong? You try not to overthink it, considering he processes the payment in a few moments. He hands you back the receipt, with the same half-puzzled, half-concerned look, adding, "Did you talk to the customers that much? Move to the front end when you're done with this."

Uh oh. Were you in trouble, for casual conversation no less? The struggle to not overthink is getting difficult at this point, but you have no choice but to stomp it down. As you reach the table, however, you notice the pair are missing already.

Panicked, you rush to the front end to ask your colleagues, and it turns out they were just about to ride their car. You rush out and call for them, hoping to return Irene's credit card before you cause a nationwide scandal.

"Miss! Please don't forget your credit card!," you call out.

The next 10 seconds are a blur. You reach the vehicle right as Irene steps in, and before you could try and call for her attention again, a cold hand grabs your wrist and pulls you inside the van. When your brain has processed the situation, you find yourself inside the black van, facing Irene and Jennie.

"I'll be taking that," Irene said, breaking the silence and swiping the credit card you were still holding in your hand. "You've been such a wonderful server tonight."

"That's why you're here with us," Jennie added. "Don't worry, your manager already knows. The whole credit card thing was a lie."

"Hey, it wasn't a complete lie. It's still a special credit card that I absolutely cannot afford to lose," Irene interjected. "Good thing we had you, right?"

The two started teasing each other, probably hinting that they both had a role to play in what just happened. You, on the other hand, are still evidently puzzled trying to process what had just happened.

"Relax. Consider this an early clock out," Jennie reassured. "Because you've been such nice company tonight, we have one last series of tests for you."

"How exactly is kidnapping me and testing me an act of gratitude?," you blurt. The shock starts to subside and you piece some things together, but try not to assume too much nor think too highly of yourself.

"I mean, would you like us to leave you back in there? You could go back to waiting tables, that's fine with us. But," Jennie pauses, placing a hand on your shoulder and leaning in a bit closer, "where's the fun in that?"

You pause for a second, looking straight into both idols' eyes for a few seconds. They looks seem as sincere as their words.

Without hesitation, you reply, "Well, if you trusted me, I'll trust you as well. Please take care of me."

Irene claps her hands before pulling out a black cloth. "Okay," she adds, "let's start with this."

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Blindfolded, your ears are a little more sensitive than normal. In the 15 minutes you gave up your sense of sight, you got off the car, were escorted slowly and carefully by the duo across a bunch of corridors, and brought to what sounded like a medium-sized room (on account of how much their giggles seemed to fill the space easily).

You try to ask a question to gauge your surroundings. "Any chance this blindfold is coming off soon?," you ask.

Someone put their finger over your lips, replying, "Shh. Don't think about that just yet." The voice was a bit higher in pitch, maybe that was Irene? Seemed likely.

"So, are you ready for our little game?," a deeper voice asked. That must be Jennie then. "We're not gonna stop you from saying no." The aforementioned sensitive hearing was most obvious as you felt two different breaths whistle from each side of your face.

Nervously, you try and crack a joke. "Hey, as long as neither of you are serial killers, I think I'll be fine."

"Like I said," the deeper voice chuckled, "you're way too cute to be a waiter." Suddenly, a pair of lips peck yours. Now, your sense of hearing might be a bit stronger, but trying to identify a pair of lips from a kiss? That would almost be a superpower — one you wished you had as a softer voice started to talk.

"I guess that's your first test then. If you can successfully guess which one of us is kissing you three times in a row, you get a step closer to removing the blindfold."

Before you could interject with a "But that's impossible!," another pair of lips meet yours, this time kissing you deeper than the last. After a few seconds, you're asked, "so who do you think that was?"

You took a second to try and think, but the mere shock of what happened in the past few minutes alone blinded your intuition even more than the cloth over your eyes. You take a shot in the dark. "Uhh... Irene?"

"Nope. Try again."

Another pair of lips, this time her tongue meeting yours. They feel a bit less plump this time, and after the kiss ends, you're asked the same question. "What's your guess this time?"

"No, that's Irene. I'm sure."

"Please," a different voice replied, "just call me Joohyun. And yes, that was me. Two more guesses to go."

Another pair of lips meets your cheeks, moving down your neck. The sensation shocks you too much to make a more educated guess other than "I think that was Jennie?"

"Oops, guess you're back to square one," a voice taunted. You couldn't explain it, but the two voices started to match each other, yet were somewhat distinguishable. You could tell the one who just spoke was Jennie, so maybe it was Irene that time?

The test proved to be much harder than you thought. The two alternated between light pecks all over your face and neck, deep make outs, or some mix of both. At different points, their kisses sank deep into your skin, causing you to tremble and moan. And for every instance of that or any wrong answers, a couple of giggles follow. It was never actually long enough to catch any hints right away, but about 6 tries later, you actually make it to a second correct answer: you figure that Jennie tends to be a little bit more aggressive, while Irene was softer, but still playful.

"Last chance," Irene taunted. "Ready?" You give a simple nod.

This round's pair of lips go straight for your neck, but move lower to your collarbones as your dress shitt is slowly unbuttoned off you and exposing a bit more of your upper chest, at least what wasn't covered by any undergarments. Without warning, a second pair of lips meets yours, and starts making out with you. Fuck, both of them at the same time? Did they even want to do anything else except play with you?

Both lips stop at the same time, and Jennie asks, "So, who kissed you that last time?," which threw you off guard. You tried to give it serious thought, trying to think of whose lips you felt on your chest.

With a bit of hesitation, you reply, "That was Joohyun. Jennie was the one all over me."

A short bit of silence freaked you out, before being broken by Jennie. "Finally. We thought we'd have to let you go too soon."

"How about you show us how you kiss this time?," Irene says, as she grabs one of your hands and places it on her cheek. You try to hold back, scared of shocking the delicate woman, but another hand – Jennie's – turns your head the other way. "Don't hesitate. You're good," she adds.

They take turns guiding your hands to their cheeks, to signal whose turn it was to have a taste of you. After a few turns, both of them start working your undershirt off you, taking turns on your chest and neck. You weren't the most buff, but you could feel their soft lips cover you little by little. The past however-long-it's-been of teasing has most definitely gotten you hard. A hand glides over your groin ever so slightly, which is enough confirmation for them to continue.

Jennie giggles, breaking the silence. "Looks like you're ready for the second test."

"What makes you say that?," you reply nervously, your breath still rushed.

A hand guides you to what felt like someone's shoulder, down to their chest. You feel a soft handful of skin and cloth fit into your palm; instinctively, you squeeze, and you hear a soft, low moan. That's what that was. When did they even remove their dresses?

"I see you get the idea," said Jennie. "Same thing: three consecutive tries to guess who you're touching, and this time we'll actually remove your blindfold."

"Feel free to do whatever you want to figure it out," Irene added. "You're doing great."

This time, your other hand is guided to a bigger, softer handful. You guess Jennie, and you're correct. The second time however, your hand touches something warm, and your fingers are squeezed tightly inside wherever it currently is. You try to feel around, and you hear a louder moan just as deep as the last.

"Was that still Jennie?," you try and guess.

A voice whispers in your ear, "Nope. But that was good." Irene.

Just like last time, the two take turns having you touch their breasts or through their panties. You never realized how similar their bodies were; with every guess, each groin you touch is hotter and wetter, each nipple poking into your palm more sharply than last. It takes you less tries this time to get to two in a row, about 4, and by then the room felt much hotter – or perhaps it was just you, extremely flustered by the nonstop moaning in your ears that most definitely left you a little bit wet as well.

"Okay," Jennie huffed, since she was the last one you touched. "Another twist."

You feel your pants finally come off slowly, and both of them sit on either one of your thighs, slowly rubbing themselves against your legs. Their hands make their way all over your back and your neck, and you try to respond by reaching out for both their chests to play with their tits. Their moans are a bit too similar now, both louder than before.

You try to even the playing field by trying to remove their bras, and making your way to suck on their nipples. Whoever you were doing that to, their moans got louder. You could feel Irene's more toned body and firmer breasts on your left, paired with a deeper, more throaty moans. To your right, Jennie's higher pitched moaning matched her softer features pressing on you: her thighs, her breast, her arms grasping you.

Struggling to get a word in from the overwhelming amount of pressure, you gasp, "It's... Irene... I mean Joohyun... on my left, and... Jennie on the right."

Moans turn into pleased giggles. "Fuck, you're good," Jennie said under her breath. A pair of arms wrapped around your head, and you could feel the blindfold come off.

After being glared by the single lamp in the room, you can see both idols in full view: both their dresses and bras on the floor, and a pair of frazzled heads of hair and deep lustful gazes staring back at you. You proceed to take turns making out with them again, as you try and stand up to get them off. You find a bed right behind you, and you take them there.

Jennie and Irene are now both spread out on the bed, each trying to catch their breath. "You took care of me, how about I take care of you next?," you said.

You slowly work the panties off Irene, and Jennie sits up to kiss your chest. Irene comes in with a kiss to Jennie's lips, distracting her enough from you to get her panties off next.

"Don't worry, you'll definitely get to do that for this last test," Irene replied.

"Haven't I proven myself enough, miss?," you respond sarcastically.

"Not with tongue of yours, you haven't," Jennie added. "Here's the deal: one last round of being blindfolded. Three correct answers, not consecutive this time. Just three."

"The catch?"

"Just guess who's tasting you," cooed Irene.

"And the reward?"

"I think you know that already," Jennie teased.

Any sense of inhibition has left you at this point. "Surprise me," you reply.

Jennie grabs the blindfold from the floor and places it over your eyes once more. "One last thing," she adds, "if you cum, you lose."

Once more, before you could muster a "Wait, what?", you're pushed down on the bed and a different pair of lips meet yours.

Jennie's warning makes much more sense when you feel two pairs of lips start to work on your dick. Just the sensation alone of both of them working their tongues along its length, giving it light kisses and occasional licks, was enough to get you throbbing.

The pussy on your face is warm and wet, and you feel your cheeks and chin drenched. Every entry of your tongue deeper into it brings out a moan, which while being sucked off brings more pleasure-filled vibrations down to your base. The challenge is getting the one you're licking to make a recognizable sound, but your own stimulation makes it hard to focus. You catch a lucky break however, and you hear Irene's moan with a flick of her clit. "That was Joohyun!," you rush to say, trying to get the two to give you a break.

"Good job," Irene replied. "Two to go!"

You can feel the pair getting off the bed and walking around, likely to throw you off from assuming they'd just switch places. Your face gets sat on once again, while someone rides your thigh like last time. This time, a pair of hands meet at your cock, taking turns to stroke either head or shaft. You could hear their moans, but this time it seems they were making out with each other, because they seemed to be coming from the same area. You reach ever closer to the edge, and you try to focus on the pussy you have to taste. However, you don't find anything in particular to make an educated guess, so you blurt, "Is that Jennie?"

"Nope," she replied, with a light tap to your dick, as if to mock you. "Though Joohyun here is loving all the attention."

The girls get off the bed again, and you notice the one sitting on you this time is facing the other way. No one is at your dick fortunately, but you can hear Joohyun moaning. Something does feel different however, from the taste of the fluids drenching your face to Irene's moans sound a bit too distant. You weren't sure however, so you kept going for a few minutes (to also catch your breath), and you notice Joohyun's moans didn't match your pace. You make a guess again. "This is Jennie."

She lets out a deep gasp, as if she was trying to hold everything in. "That's two," she adds.

"One last," Irene chirps. Same routine, but this time it's back to facing the other direction, while another starts grinding along the length of your dick without getting it in. This was the toughest one yet: not only were the moans muffled with them making out with each other, or simply being right up on each other's faces, but whoever was grinding you was really good at it. You feel yourself ready to burst any minute, so you try to fixate on anything: the direction of the moans, the taste of the squirt, now mixed with sweat, anything. No dice, not for the two longest minutes of your life.

Desperate to not lose, you beg, "Let me guess!," hoping to buy time.

"Go," Jennie gasped.

"Hurry... please..." Joohyun added.

The synchronicity of their moans alone was testing your resolve to the fullest. But you think you've got it, from the taste on your tongue to the way your face was ground on.

"Fuck, get off Jennie! It's Joohyun on my face!," you plead, as you feel cum start to well up inside you.

The two get off the bed, and you remove the blindfold yourself. You're all heaving and gasping for air. You check to see who's closest to you: it was Irene, and Jennie, facing you from the farther end of the bed, looks at you. She stares for a few seconds – her eyes were incredibly seductive – and gives a smirk.

"Looks like... you won. You're good," she said.

Joohyun adjusts to meet your eyes as well. "Guess I guessed right when I said you'd be great in bed," she added.

You look up, staring at the ceiling, still dumbfounded at everything that's happened in the past... hour? Two? You've lost track. But you felt the two women crawl closer to you on both sides, starting to make light, tender kisses all over your neck and chest.

"We're sorry if we went too hard on you," Joohyun said. "We don't usually last this long with anyone... and we certainly don't feel as good as with you."

"Too good to be just wait staff," Jennie repeated. "But, I guess it's time for us to serve you then."

Their hands make their way down to your dick again, stroking it at the right spots to give you chills, but light enough to not bring you too close to the edge. They seem much more experienced than you thought – probably since they were a bit older than you as well.

"You can do whatever you want with us now. No more tests," Irene whispered in your ear.

"This is the best aftercare of my life," you joke.

Jennie giggles by your other ear. "How can you still make jokes?," she sighs, before locking her lips with her yours. Irene meets both of you in the middle, and the three of you take turns kissing each other, occasionally meeting all three tongues in the middle.

The two split away from your face and make out with each other, and you sit yourself up to watch them turn their backs to you as they flash their pussies in front of you. You don't see their faces, but you feel them start to work their mouths over your dick again, slow and steady but enough to lubricate your whole length, bottom to top.

You take advantage of your position, and moving up the bed to lean on the headrest, you play with their clits, much more properly now that you can actually see what your doing. Their light moans were enough assurance you were doing the right thing, doing the same process of sending waves of pleasure all over you.

You don't hesitate to try and please them more, moving between using two fingers and going back to rubbing their clits. The moans intensify; Jennie's moans turn into high pitched screams, and Irene's turn into chest-deep heaves.

Joohyun, unsurprisingly, is the first to buckle. "Fuck! I'm gonna...," she trails off, before holding her breath letting it all out in a single squeal. You can feel her cum all over your fingers, coating it thick.

"Please," Jennie begged, "me too." You oblige, and you use a third finger to try to stimulate her. Fortunately, it was enough to send her body trembling, and a bit of her juices sprayed out and all over your arm and the bed.

Both ladies catch their breaths before turning to face you, and resume blowing you, with a last wind of effort to try and fish out an orgasm from you. They take you in their mouths all the way, and you throw your head back, inching closer to actual release.

"I'm gonna cum," you try and warn them, but the pair stare at you while they do their deed, resolved to make you finish. They clasp their hands together with your dick in between and start stroking you fast. You find yourself moaning to a backdrop of Irene and Jennie begging for your cum, and before you know it, you burst all over their hands and faces.

They seemed to have fun licking each other up right after, sucking on each others' fingers and exchanging kisses to suck up any stray strings. They have quite the bond, managing to giggle and tease even after such a tiring night, up until they lie down by your sides once more.

"So," you break the silence again. "Did I pass your tests?"

Irene puts a hand over your chest. "With flying colors."

Jennie, however, props herself up on an elbow. "Though, I think I'll be visiting that bistro more often. Just to see if you've still got it," she added with a wink.

"Is that a challenge?," you tease.

"Sure," Irene replied, "if you don't mind us upping the difficulty."

"Well," you said, thinking hard about your answer for a few seconds.

"Then what can I do for you, miss?"

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A/N: much longer than my usual, and honestly a bit fun to write. hope it didn't drive you crazy with the length, though i'm pretty sure there's longer here.

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

greetings!

my name is (not) elijah, and i'm trying to write fics again. i got inspired to write with the many works of different writers on here (if i tagged them all here fairly this would be more mentions than text).

i primarily write m!reader stuff, though i'm open to f!reader stuff if the imagine calls for it. what is consistent though is that i write gg stuff; my current groups of interests are: NMIXX, STAYC, IVE, ITZY, aespa, LE SSERAFIM.

since i'm pinning this, i will be editing this post from this part onwards as things change.

requests?

i'm open to taking requests, but i present a disclaimer that i do have a full time job, and writing here is not a priority in the slightest. if you do have any suggestions or any ideas, i'd love to hear them, but i hope no one gets offended if i don't acknowledge.

masterlist

A Little Help (F!reader x Yunjin)

Rare Encounters (F!reader x Goeun)

Fed Up (M!reader x Yves)

Treatment (M!reader x Jinsoul)

Show of Strength (M!reader x Haewon)

Caught in the Act (M!reader x Jihyo x Momo)

Taste Test (M!reader x Jennie x Irene)

Favorite things (M!reader x Wonyoung x Yuna)

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Changelog:

7/2/23: edited groups

4/7/25: rewritten to update

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Fed Up

Ha Sooyoung/Yves x M!reader

Tags: bratty sub? & switch, post orgasm

WC: 1.6k

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By now you've lost track of how many times you've thanked a higher being for it, but you loved being in love with Ha Sooyoung. Not because she was pretty much the woman of your dreams – beautiful, talented, and physically and emotionally strong – but because you had great sex.

Both of you could come from a tiring day of overtime work and still find enough energy to toss each other in the sheets. At worst, one would coax the orgasm out of the other, and that was it for that night. But more often than not, it's Sooyoung who begs you for release, a bit more than you to her. And you know what? You found it hot.

This fun setup practically laid out a red carpet for both of you to get into BDSM. Not the chains and leather variety, but more specifically the needy sub kind of top-bottom relationship. And Sooyoung perfected the brattiness on a regular basis, even on the uncommon days where you would ask for a break. But when you bit into that side of her, she bit back harder. Hell, she even preferred using her stage name – Yves – when she was ready to perform her nightly duties.

Tonight was no different. You had a meeting with a client on the other side of the city, while she had to wrap up a photoshoot that stretch past dinner. When you both got home and settled, it took Sooyoung no time at all to start whining.

"Baaabe," she cooed, "I'm booored. I want to lie down and cuddle already. I wanna feel you all over me. Can you hurry up already?"

You, fresh out of the shower, put a hand to her head, saying "Calm down, Sooyoung. I'll be right with you." If you were being honest, on a horny scale of 1 to 5, you really only were about a 3.5 at the moment – up for it, but not in a rush.

Sooyoung was.

"Don't 'Sooyoung' me," she whined again, "your hot model girlfriend Yves wants you right now and that's not up for negotiation. Besides," she says, trailing off. Suddenly, you feel something light hit the back of your head as you were hanging up the towel. Turning to face her, you see her covered up in your blanket, shoulders bare, hair messy, and a stare that said exactly what she was thinking. But the telltale sign was what hit you earlier: a black lace bra.

Oh, Yves was most definitely here.

"Okay, you little brat. Come here," you growl, crawling under the sheets to try and grab her in a tight embrace. She giggles as she tries to kick and slap you away, but eventually she's no match for you. When you have her in your arms, she melts and starts kissing you every which way possible.

You make deep, sensual kisses down her neck, taking a quick break from drowning in her to taunt, "There, is that enough for you?" She doesn't retort, moaning from the ecstasy of your hands, legs, and lips writhing around her, but in an instant snaps up and replies, "Hmm, not quite."

Yves then tries to kiss you back, on to your chest and your nipples (something that caught you off guard, but didn't complain about). The quickness of her tongue sent jolts up your back, cut short by Yves saying, "Babe, you're still moving too slow. I'm moving across you much faster than you are. How about you actually beat me to it and suck on my tits?"

Yves being playfully feisty was amusing, but it did rile you up enough to actually catch her bluffs with enough vengeance to shut her up. So respond immediately you did, even lightly nibbling on her nipples with your teeth. The reaction was immediate: Sooyoung arched her back as you switch nipples, right to left between your fingers and your mouth.

Thinking she's had her fill, you slow down, taking your mouth off her breasts and pinning her wrists down, giving her another deep kiss. Once you break away from it, it's your turn to rile her up. "Sounds to me like you've been pretty satisfied."

Yves starts kicking her legs, almost like a child having a tantrum. "Don't just tease me like this! I want more right now!," she scowled. You're only half sure she's still playing around this time, so you peck her on the lips and work your way down to her pussy.

As you lick her clit, Yves starts moaning and giggling, pleasure streaming all throughout her body with every pass of your tongue. As the moans start to lessen and her insides lubricated, you try fingering her, using only one to try and tantalize her – a light punishment for getting just a bit your nerves. More of the same moans and giggling, followed by her pleas. "Harder, baby," she moans, "I want you deep inside me, please..."

You keep doing this, and Yves continues to ask for more. Just the sound of her deep but whiny voice was enough to get you throbbing hard. What you didn't notice over your focus on touching and licking her, however, was that Sooyoung was no longer amused by your pleasure-making. Moans started to turn into growling commands. "Come on baby, just like that. Give me more." Of course, you try and catch up, using two fingers, flicking your tongue on her as fast as you possibly could.

Suddenly, Yves screams out, "Screw it, I can't take this anymore!," before pushing you off of her. She pushes with enough force, in fact, that it is you now the bottom. Logic would dictate, then, two conclusions: one, that Yves is now on top of you; and two, that she is furiously dissatisfied with your roleplay.

"Wait, Yves, time out," you try to say, but she immediately places a hand over your mouth.

"I don't think you quite get what I'm asking of you," she growls, slowly moving her pussy over your cock. "I don't want you to tease me, or replicate some corny porno scene."

She slides your dick into her all the way with little effort. "I want you to fuck my pussy hard until I'm done!," she exclaims, slamming her hips hard into you at the end of every syllable towards the end of her outburst. That alone gave you what you felt was the first and only fear boner of your life, and Sooyoung's thrusts were way too stimulating to give you a mind clear enough to think.

"Hah... haaah... Yves... Sooyoung... fuck, you fuck me so good...," was the only thing you could say.

"Good for you then! Then show me you like it by actually fucking me!," she replied.

You start to meet her bouncing on your dick with a thrust on your hips, each impact causing her tight, muscular ass to ripple. Moans turned into screams of "Fuck yes!" and "Just like that!", and the sensory overload of her pleasure-filled screaming, high-speed fucking, and just the idea you were her fucktoy start bringing you to the edge much faster than you thought.

"Wait, fuck, Sooyoung! I'm gonna cum! Slow down!," you cry out.

"No, hold it in! Please, fuck! Don't stop!," she begs, starting to fuck you harder and push you deeper into her more than ever. The pleasure was way too much to handle, and before you knew it, you used every last ounce of force to push her off and finish all over her ass, each string of cum trickling down onto your belly. You take a moment to catch your breath, and it appears so does Sooyoung... for about 10 seconds, before putting your dick back into her pussy.

"My turn," she smirks.

Uh oh.

She turns around, with her ass on full display to you – which she knew would make your dick hard enough again – and continued at the pace she was in just before you finished. And holy shit was it good. Your cock was sensitive from head to base, and Sooyoung's tight walls ensured that feeling was everywhere all over you. You couldn't help but start clenching your teeth and moaning, laughing and giggling but trying to buck her off, like your body was trying to stop the overstimulation.

"It's not so fun being teased isn't it?," she interjects with a vindictive laugh.

This continues until you stop bucking and start feeling another wave of cum well up, now frozen and unable to moan out of pleasure. "Yves... Please... You're gonna... make me... cum again..."

"I'm going to cum too, please, let's finish together!," she replies, and you dig as deep as you can to hold it in. Yves's hips start to convulse as she nears her climax, screaming louder than ever.

"Fuck yes! Cum for me baby! Cum inside me! Fill me up, daddy!" she screams.

Fuck, her saying that one word sent you over the edge in an instant, sending another pool of hot cum out of you and straight into her. The feeling must have been mutual, because the instant you do her walls tighten over your dick, spreading your seed all over her walls and your shaft.

Sooyoung hops off you and onto the bed, both of you still a mess and catching your breath. After a few minutes of silence, you look towards her, and she looks back at you.

"That was fun," she said, before making a pouty face. "But I'm lazy to get up, can you get me a towel? Please, babe?"

I guess some things never change.

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A/N: this concludes this first batch of fics i had in mind. lets see where the next round of self-contained hard hours imagines takes me

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

A Little Help

Huh Yunjin x F!reader

Tags: smut, with a bit of fluff(?)

WC: 2.8k

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You don't know how long you've known Yunjin for. You met in the States through mutuals, both moved to Korea to pursue different careers at roughly the same time, and managed to catch up time to time. All things considered, though you wouldn't consider yourself to be as close to her as some of your best friends back home, she's as "best" a friend as you have in Seoul.

But she also happens to be your favorite member of the group she debuted in. Every comeback you're there for the opening show, you buy each album - hers in particular - and, as an added bonus to not being a stranger, you get to fangirl with her via brief Facetime calls. Above all else, you admire her for her talent and skill in her dancing, vocals, visuals, energy, stage presence...

Alas, you have an unrequited crush on your best friend Huh Yunjin.

Luckily for you, after her long run of promotions and back-to-back projects on your end, tonight was the first in a while where got to see each other again. Per your usual routine during such serendipitous moments, once she texts you that she's finally on a break, you show up to her apartment by nightfall with exactly 3 bottles of soju and enough chicken to feed a clone of each of you. She's on the couch in the middle of her empty dorm room, wearing a hoodie and gym shorts.

Tonight did feel a bit different, however. As you plop on her sofa, pick up from her last-watched Netflix K-drama, and share all the juicy stories from your times away from each other, normally you two would be making enough noise to wake her neighbors (or her roommates, who luckily weren't there this time around). But this time, she seemed a bit distracted, as if her mind was lingering on a very heavy thought.

"Hey, everything okay?," you ask.

"Well... I have to tell you something."

You feel your heart slowly start to race. Was this your K-drama moment? Had she caught on to you crushing on her somehow? Or were the 3 bottles of soju – two of which you noticed just now were empty on Yunjin's side of the table – starting to talk? You speed through many scenarios until Yunjin breaks the silence again.

"It's more of a favor actually... You see, I kind of... have feelings for Zuha-ya," she continued in a hushed tone.

Ah yes, Nakamura Kazuha. If anyone made you insecure by simply existing, it would be her. Your mom made you take fruitless ballet lessons as a kid, but Kazuha was practically a pro before debuting. You would consider yourself athletic, but nowhere close to having a godlike body like Kazuha's. And yes, while you weren't necessarily on a drought with social interaction, you most definitely were nowhere as close to her beauty. Now, it seems, there's someone else in the room who thinks the exact same thing.

"Oh. Well, I'm not surprised. Everyone fawns over Zuha-unnie – most especially you, for the record," you reply.

"Yah! I'm serious this time! Okay, all the interviews and vlogs aside, she's really sweet and funny and she just makes me feel so... tingly inside," she retorts.

"So what is this favor you wanted to ask of me then? Don't tell me it's about how to confess, I'm absolutely terrible at that," you reply.

Yunjin's eyes dart off to the side and her body visibly shrinks, which you know is a sign that the things she's about to say is either shameful or extremely TMI. Seeing her furrowed brows, it seemed to be the former.

"I wanted to ask... how to make another girl... feel good," she mumbles.

Oh no.

You initially feign ignorance. "Do you mean cheesy shit? Like, gifts or-"

"No. I mean... have you ever touched another girl before?," she interrupts.

You pause for a moment, caught by surprise by having your initial suspicions confirmed. Two thoughts come to mind: first, that you've probably only dated women twice, only one of which ever involved going base; and second, that maybe you already had an answer to this question, only because you need only recall all those lonely nights where you'd gladly put yourself in Kazuha's future shoes.

But you come to your senses. "Well... it's certainly not easy to answer that question right now, do you know if Zuha-unnie swings that way to begin with? Or if she's even willing to go that far the first time around? Don't shock the poor girl."

"Well," Yunjin says, sitting up and composing herself all of a sudden. Seems like she has thought about these questions. "Zuha-ya hasn't really been against girls liking girls, or else she would have said something by now given how many nonchalant flirts I toss her way. And no, I don't intend to jump that deep right away! But... I also have zero experience, unlike you."

"Hmm, so I guess it is kinda possible. And to answer your second question, yes I do, but it's not that hard... I mean, you know how to make yourself feel good, right?," you ask.

The following silence is deafening. Did Yunjin really not know how? But she lived in the US with you, probably exposed to the same media as you, definitely understood where the internet could take you... But if she didn't know, what was she asking then?

"Yep... I think you're starting to piece it all together," she says timidly.

Was this a dream come true or a nightmare in the making? Of course the thought of getting to touch – and maybe even be touched – by the woman of your heart's desire definitely turned you on, and your panties were as clear a sign of that as any. But fuck this up and you may lose Yunjin completely. More silence, before you decide that you'd do anything to please her, even if momentarily.

"Okay. But promise this won't affect our relationship. You're the only actual friend I have here and I do not want this to get awkward anytime soon," you warn her.

"Deal. I trust you," Yunjin replies. "Please show me how to feel good."

Somehow, that one line knocked over something inside you, because all the years of infatuation pushed your entire being to lock lips with her. You plant a long, tender kiss on her lips before breaking away. "Tip number 1, always start slow. If you like her, your body will tell you what you want to do."

Yunjin returns the favor and meets your lips as you begin to make out. The moment lasts a lifetime in your head; you can feel the softness of her lips, the growing eagerness of her tongue to enter yours. You coax it out with your own, and the kissing intensifies.

You guide her hands to grab your shoulders and your back. "Feel her body. Touch all the parts you like about her. Keep her aroused. Like this," you continue. You glide your hands across her neck, a long, blank canvas begging to be marked, down to her chest, her petite breasts enough of a handful to lightly squeeze. As you do, Yunjin shudders and starts to feel up your back under your shirt, and you shiver as her hands reach the clasps of your bra.

"Yes... Just like that, Yunjin-ah... Your hands make me feel so good," you blurt, not realizing how much of your inner thoughts escape your mouth too quick to censure.

"Do I?," she sighs, and you nod, also working your way up her hoodie. She's wearing a sports bra, but you move to remove her hoodie instead. Her hands hover over your back, and she breaks the kiss and leans her forehead on yours, breathing heavily.

"It's okay. Tip number 2, let her do what she wants with you unless you don't want to. Will you let me?," you ask. She nods, so you also remove your shirt to lay yourself bare in front of her. Her body is toned, her arms lean and her abs just a bit toned. "God you're hot, Yunjin," you add.

Yunjin seems to catch on, and takes off her bra for you, revealing a pair of pink, erect nipples. The heat pooling in your shorts grows. "Likewise," you add as you move her hands back to the clasps of your bra, "do the same for her." She obeys, and removes it with ease before grabbing you and pressing your bodies right up against each other to lock into a kiss once more. The warmth of her smooth, pearl-like skin burns on yours.

"You're really warm," Yunjin remarks. "Are you okay? Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, baby, don't stop, please," you reply. Again, more uncontrollable feelings pour out, but it's too late now to hide anything. You attempt to hide your "blunder" with another piece of advice. "Tip number 3: she'll be scared like you, so don't be afraid to use a pet name. Call her baby, or love, or whatever you want. Be intimate."

"Okay, baby," she replies, catching on quickly to your advice. That one phrase alone makes you aware of how wet you are, your pussylips drenched and slippery with just the slightest adjustment of your legs.

After another round of kisses, you both start exploring away from your mouths. You start painting her neck with kisses, and she responds by kissing just above your chest, down your sternum. You're both planting kisses along each others' jawlines and necks as your hips start locking together, and you feel that she's as warm as you are.

"This next part might be a lot, but do you trust me?," you ask, careful to not overwhelm her. Again, she nods, and you start grinding your groin on hers. You let out a deep sigh right on her ear, and she lets out a high pitched squeal. You both begin to shake with pleasure, and you feel herself push harder on you as you two start scissoring passionately. If your shorts weren't wet already, it most definitely was by now., and you're pretty sure hers were too.

Sighs turned into moans, and whispers turned into yelps. "That's... tip number... 4... don't be... afraid to... make sounds... do anything... to show... you want it...," you struggle to say, almost forgetting you're trying to reassure her about how to pleasure another woman. "Fuck... baby... you're so wet... so good...," you continue.

Suddenly, Yunjin pushes you away, pausing to draw a few breaths, before grabbing your wrist and placing it between her legs. It's hot, wet, and yearning to be touched. "Please show me," Yunjin begs.

You oblige and pull out her shorts and panties in one move, and her clean-shaven lips are open for you. You remove your shorts as well, and adjust yourself so that her hands are within reach of your pussy as well. "Try to follow me," you instruct, as you move her hand between your legs as well before returning your hand between hers.

You slowly swirl your finger over her clit, and she leans her head back with labored breaths. She eventually finds yours as well, mimicking your motions, and you moan with her. "Just like that Yunjin-ah," you say.

You move your finger between her folds, lubricated by how wet she's gotten, and she mirrors you perfectly. Both your moans rise in volume and intensity, and at the right moment you insert one finger into her. Yunjin squeals and rushes to put a hand over her mouth as she does the same, slowed down by the pleasure she wants to feel for herself. Her long, bony fingers ride up against your walls, and before you know it you're squealing with her too. "Please, baby, I want more of you, so bad...," you blurt out.

Without prompting, she adds a second finger, and it's enough to freeze you from moving your one finger from inside her. You can feel yourself tense up, from your abdomen down to your legs, right as she miraculously finds the spot and rubs it with gusto. "Yes, just like that... just like that... Fuck, I want you so bad Jennifer... I want you... don't stop," you blurt again. Her performance is so intense you scream out a name you haven't said in a long time – the very first one she introduced herself with years ago.

She holds your wrist shyly, gesturing for you to do the same, wanting you just as much as you her. You do the same, sliding two of your fingers inside and out, twisting them to coat your fingers in her cum. "Yes... that's good, baby...," Yunjin screams.

You both continue, moaning and writhing your bodies against the other's hand, before Yunjin says, "I think... I'm going to... cum, baby..." You use this sign to rub her g-spot now, and her screams intensify to her full vocal range. She goes back to your clit, rubbing it furiously, and you feel yourself weaken as well.

"You can cum... Yunjin... Cum for me... Cum for me like you want to cum for Kazuha...," you growl beneath clenched teeth, yourself slowly nearing climax as well.

Yunjin suddenly crumples, her legs locking your hand in place, unable to move; at the same time, your body starts to shake uncontrollably as you orgasm. You're both screaming each others' names at this point, almost getting fully hoarse at the end.

When both of you loosen up, you both lie limp on the couch, now a drenched mess of sweat and fluids. You both heave in the silence, overwhelmed by each others' performance.

After a while, you prop yourself up, and Yunjin stares at you with sultry, bedroom eyes, screaming both ecstasy and exhaustion. You pull her up and give her an embrace, rubbing your hands on her shoulders.

"That was... good. No joke. Kazuha is going to be very lucky. Take care of her like this and you'll have her," you said, trying to hold yourself back. A hole started to form in your chest, knowing this might have been your one and only chance to be treated right by Yunjin.

But Yunjin looks up at you, her eyes almost fully closed. "I want to, but... I also want to take care of you like this too," she whispers, before she blacks out in your arms.

You're speechless. What did she mean by that? Did she really mean that? What were you supposed to feel at this point?

Terrified of the possibilities left unanswered by a now unconscious Yunjin, you slowly try to carry her to her room (thank god for weights training), tuck her in, and try to clean up the mess you left in the living room. You get dressed and wash up, only at this point wondering where everyone else was.

As you exit the dorm and wait for an elevator, one opens to reveal a tall, fit woman with wavy jet-black hair on the other side: Kazuha. Holy shit, she's even prettier in person, you think to yourself.

You bow to each other before she walks casually in the direction of Yunjin's dorm. You hold the elevator door open to eavesdrop as you hear knocking and a few doorbells, right before the sound of the door opening with a beep – perhaps they have spare keycards of each other? – and you make that your cue to leave.

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Days pass. Then weeks. Then months. The silence normally wouldn't faze you (and in all honesty, it really didn't despite everything), but being left hanging after practically laying yourself bare emotionally and physically in front of Yunjin left a nagging feeling that something had happened that you never expected.

One night, you receive a text from Yunjin. Hesitating to open it for a bit, you take a deep breath before reading:

"Hey! Sorry for not replying, it's been busy. We have a few free days before we have to do some promos in Japan, maybe you'd like to come over? I want to introduce you to Zuha-ya." She sends a picture of both of them smiling innocently; they're both pretty, happy, yet Yunjin's smile sends butterflies into your chest.

You pause, and that feeling in your chest turns into a swirling cloud of anxiety. Was it anxiety? You weren't sure. But what was she thinking? Maybe it's just friendly, right? Maybe she never did catch on to how you felt. It stung a bit (or a lot), but maybe it's for the better? At least she got what she wanted.

You take a deep, pained breath, and reply, "Sure, let me know when."

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A/N: i hope this is ok to write? this is the only way i imagined this story going so please dont judge me too hard

[akkaweo-akkaweo]

Caught in the Act

Park Jihyo x Hirai Momo x M!reader

Tags: smut, !mommy kink, slight humiliation, titfucking

WC: 1.7k

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Being a cameraman on a TWICE performance stage was always a challenge for you and the team. That was nine fancams you each had to deal with; it's a good thing they each have unique features that make it easy to tell them apart.

As the one more commonly assigned to Jihyo, it was pretty obvious what it was: her big, round eyes.

Who were you kidding, it was obviously her tits. With the intensity she danced with, it's difficult not to notice them bounce around. In fact, it was more challenging to anchor the camera on her face instead of her body, but this isn't your first rodeo, and you've gotten used to being mesmerized without being too obvious.

This time, however, while preparing for the set, Jihyo calls in Momo to ask help with one of their point choreos. It's no secret even seasoned teammates would be in awe of her dancing skills, despite having seen group after group. But if Jihyo was your favorite, Momo was most definitely a close second. Now, keeping focused on one TWICE bombshell was a challenge, but two of them? It was torture.

You couldn't make out what they were saying, nor were you able to actually pay attention to the choreo. All you could focus on while keeping the camera steady were both idols' chests barely staying in place with their particularly popping-focused choreo.

You snap back to reality as the director calls for the cameras to start rolling for the actual performance, but the thought never leaves you for a moment throughout the entire shoot.

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You sit in an empty room in the studio, ogling at the shaky phone cameera video you managed to sneak of that fateful moment: two of TWICE's best dancers practically showing off more than their skills.

Suddenly, you hear a flurry of footsteps from the corridor behind you.

"Are you sure this is the room, Jihyo? I'll wait outside the entrance to take a call, take your time."

"Yes, thank you manager-nim! Momoring, help me out here."

Panicked, you try to hide behind a nearby couch, but the door swings open a lot earlier than you expected, and your presence in the room is no longer concealable.

"Ai kkamjagiya! We're so sorry for disturbing!" Jihyo exclaims.

Momo butts in, "But since you're here, can you help us out? Jihyo left behind an earring in this room and we're trying to find it, since we have to return it to the company."

Nervously, you nod your head, still a little bit flustered seeing and talking to them. You set your phone on a counter and start looking with the two. After about ten minutes, as they check the dressing area, you sift through the cushions on the couch you tried to dive into and found the earring. Guess you would've been spotted either way.

"Here you go, sorry for bothering you," you say.

"Thank you so much! I'm not quite sure how to return the favor, but I'm sure we'll catch each other on another stage, I hope?..." Jihyo trails off.

"Um, Jihyo? I think I have an idea," Momo smirks as she holds your phone in her hands, unfortunately still unlocked at a freezeframe of both of them. Shit.

"So that was you! Well, I guess that explains why you were in this room then, wouldn't it?," Jihyo adds.

"Don't worry. You helped our leader, so I won't tell on you. But unfortunately, we're still gonna have to punish you," Momo says, walking towards you, her eyes focused on your pants. She makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your boxers, leaving you naked.

"What were you doing here, touching yourself to us dancing? Well, we'll let you do that as our thanks..." Momo says.

"I like how you think, Momo," Jihyo adds. "But, as your punishment, you're not allowed to cum. If you do, we have your phone and all the pictures we can take of you making a mess here. Let's see how long you last." Jihyo puts their song from earlier on speaker as they start taking off their hoodies, to reveal Jihyo in a sports bra and Momo in a baggy shirt with nothing underneath.

You're forced to watch Jihyo and Momo feel each other up as they giggle and poke each other in jest over their toned bodies. But the main show is them fondling each others breasts, stripping the other down until their chests are laid bare and massaging them almost as if they were mounds of dough. You could feel the pressure start to well at the base of your shaft, and you slow down your stroking, scared to lose to their game.

"Yah, who said you could slow down?," Jihyo barked, grabbing your dick from your hands and stroking the head at just the right speed to throw your head back in pleasure. Big mistake, because Momo was right behind you, ready to sandwich your face between her firm tits. "Look at him struggle, like a little baby boy. I guess you should call us your mommies now then, baby boy?," Momo added.

You could feel yourself fighting the urge to release with all your strength that sweat starts beading up on your forehead and back. But you recognize the bridge of the song, and you feel like you have just about a minute left to hold it in.

"Oh, almost done already? You're not getting away that easy. Momo, over here," Jihyo says, and Momo releases you from her suffocating grasp.

Suddenly, you feel a second hand grab at your throbbing member, as both of them start jerking you towards their racks, practically lined up for you.

"You're good," Jihyo remarks, "just a little longer and we'll let you cum."

"Hold it in for us, won't you? We don't want to end this quite yet," Momo adds.

The final chorus starts and you're struggling with every ounce of resolve you have not to finish, but every attempt to buck backward is futile, your legs trembling more and more. After what files like eternity, you feel an excruciatingly and numbingly long pause, as the music ends. It seems, unfortunately, their torment has also ended, leaving your orgasm ruined.

Momo breaks the silence, saying "Wow, you've been such a good boy. Consider your punishment over."

"Now for your actual reward," Jihyo says, adjusting their positions so that your still-twitching cock gets sandwiched between her tits, "how about you show us how you felt about our performance?"

Jihyo presses the handfuls of her breasts around your shaft, tight enough to stimulate you yet again. Momo spits on the tip, lubricating it with more than just precum. "You're such a lucky boy, receiving this from your mommies," Jihyo adds.

She continues to titfuck you, occasionally teasing your tip which would crest out from between her chest. Momo, on the other hand, slowly starts to stroke you from beneath Jihyo's chest, gesturing to her that she wanted to have her turn. This time, Momo didn't need to squeeze as much to tighten her grip on you, and your head most definitely stuck outside her tits, allowing her to leave her tongue out to tease you. Jihyo simply watches, keeping you aroused by running her fingers lightly across your abdomen and giggling everytime you shudder in pleasure.

Your moans of pleasure turn into heaving sighs as you approach your limit. The two idols laugh, excited to see what you've been holding back.

"Are you gonna cum now? Don't worry, we have just the thing for you," Momo says. She pulls in Jihyo by the wrist opposite her, both ladies now sitting at each of your sides, squeezing their chests together and using it to stroke you.

"But first, you're gonna have to ask us if you can, baby. How will we know if you're about to make a mess?," Jihyo teased.

The relentless stimulation for the past however-long-it's-been has left you speechless, yet you manage to hiss through your clenched teeth, "Please... let me... cum..."

Momo taunts, "What's that? We didn't quite catch that."

"Please... let me cum... mommies..."

"Good boy," Jihyo chirps. "Cum for us. Show us how much you want us. Give it to us."

It didn't take any more than the command to cum all over their chests, enough to still drip down your sides. This didn't seem to bother either of the two, rubbing it all inside their chests and giggling, before a ringtone comes from Jihyo's pocket.

"Oops, gotta go, looks like manager-nim is asking for an update. Oh well, no time to clean up now," Jihyo remarks, rushing to put on their clothes.

Momo takes a look at your phone and hands it back to you. "Don't worry, keep the video. Another way for us to say thanks," she adds, giving you a wink.

"See you next comeback, baby boy," Jihyo purrs before the two leave you, a soiled mess in the middle of an empty room.

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The next few days are absolute torture knowing you're unable to tell anyone about such a surreal experience. But one night, right as you get home and lay your shoes by the door, you receive two texts in order. To your shock, they come from two saved contacts you never saw before: "Mommy #1" and "Mommy #2".

Mommy #1's message read: "Hey baby boy ♥️ Surprise! We really can't forget what happened the other night. You seem like a good boy, so we wanted to offer you another game."

Mommy #2's message continues from the other's: "Our next stage is in 2 days. If you can guess who's who, maybe we'll give you another reward. ♥️ If you don't well... guess you're gonna miss the opportunity of a lifetime."

You take a big gulp.

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A/N: first time writing. sorry it's not imaginative enough just yet. hope you enjoy all the same!

also mohyo crumbs are literal molecules if only they had more shared moments