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chrissssssmut · 2 days ago

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Wonyoung catching you masturbating to her fancam

SLUT IN SECRET

Wonyoung x Male Reader

It was late when she finally left your apartment.

Wonyoung, the same girl you’d grown up with since grade school—the one who tripped over her own feet in gym class, the one who used to come over after school to steal snacks from your kitchen—was now walking out of your door as IVE’s radiant “princess.” To everyone else, she was untouchable, graceful, perfect. But to you, she was still that clumsy buddy who couldn’t stop laughing at dumb jokes.

“Yah, don’t forget to text me when you get home,” you called out as she waved from the hallway, her oversized hoodie swallowing her tall frame.

“Mm, I won’t~” she sang, flashing that same grin that hadn’t changed since you were kids.

The door shut, and suddenly, the apartment was quiet.

You sat down at your desk, opened your laptop, and out of sheer boredom, you clicked on YouTube. A row of recommended fancams filled the screen—her name lit up everywhere. You hesitated, then clicked one.

Wonyoung on stage. Long legs, sharp turns, her hair flowing under the lights. She wasn’t clumsy here—she was flawless, commanding, seductive without even trying.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, heat creeping up your neck. This was Wonyoung. Your Wonyoung. The same girl who once cried because she lost a pencil. But watching her dance—hips swaying, tongue peeking out, eyes locking into the camera—you felt something tightening inside your jeans.

“…No way,” you muttered, staring at the screen.

Your hand drifted down almost unconsciously. At first, you resisted, shaking your head. But the more you watched her move, the more your cock strained against your pants.

And then you gave in.

You pulled it out, fist wrapping around your cock as you kept your eyes glued to her body on the screen. Her smirk. Her little winks. The way her chest bounced with every turn.

“Shit, Wonyoung…” you hissed under your breath, stroking slowly.

Your head fell back, hips rocking into your hand, breaths getting heavier.

Then—

The door opened.

“Ah, I forgot my—”

You froze.

Wonyoung was standing there, eyes wide, mouth parted. Her wrist was bare. She must have forgotten her watch. But her gaze dropped instantly to your exposed cock, still twitching in your hand.

“W-Wonyoung!” you stammered, scrambling to cover yourself.

She shut the door, locked it, and tied her hair back into a ponytail, eyes fixed on your exposed cock.

“...You were jerking off to me,” she whispered, almost amused. “To my fancams? Really?”

You stuttered, face burning. “I–I wasn’t—”

She pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. “Don’t lie. I can see how hard you are.” Then her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Fine. Let me help you.”

Before you could say another word, she knelt down and swallowed you whole.

“F-fuck!” you gasped, eyes rolling back as her tongue slid around your shaft.

She pulled off with a wet pop, stroking you as spit dripped down her chin. “Mmm. You taste so good… so much better than I imagined when I touched myself at night.”

“W-Wonyoung, what—fuck—”

“Shh,” she purred, licking from your base to your tip. “Don’t act innocent now. You wanted this.”

Her hands pushed you back onto the bed, and before you knew it, she was straddling you, pulling her soaked panties to the side and sinking down in one smooth motion.

“Ahhh! Yes—so thick!” she cried, nails digging into your chest. “Finally…”

You grabbed her hips, thrusting up to meet her bounces. “Holy shit, Wonyoung—you’re so tight.”

She smirked down at you, rolling her hips in circles. “Do you like it, best friend? Do you like fucking your little princess?”

“Yes—fuck, yes!”

“Good,” she moaned, leaning down to kiss you roughly. “Because you’re not allowed to jerk off to my fancams anymore. From now on… you cum inside me, on me, nowhere else.”

Her pace grew faster, ass slapping against your thighs as she rode you hard. Sweat dripped from her temples, her ponytail swinging wildly with every bounce.

“Harder,” she begged, bouncing faster. “Slap my ass—make me your slut.”

You smacked her ass, leaving red handprints as she moaned louder. “Fuck! Yes, yes, again!”

You flipped her onto her back, legs pushed high against her chest, and pounded into her mercilessly.

“AHH! F-fuck me like that!” she screamed, biting her lip. “So deep—my pussy’s yours, only yours!”

Her cries filled the room as you fucked her in mating press, her legs trembling around your shoulders.

“Wonyoung, I’m close!” you groaned.

“Do it,” she gasped, eyes glassy. “Cum on me—make me messy.”

You pulled out, stroking fast, and thick ropes of cum painted across her face. She giggled breathlessly, licking some off her lips.

“Mmm… you look at me like a goddess, but here I am, covered in your cum.” She smeared it across her cheeks, then bent over to suck you back into her mouth.

Your overstimulated cock twitched violently as she deepthroated you, moaning around the length until you hardened again.

“Round two,” she whispered, crawling up and sitting on your face this time. “Eat me. Don’t stop until I say so.”

Her soaked pussy ground down on your tongue, hot, slick, and intoxicating. The taste of her arousal coated your mouth, salty-sweet and overwhelming, dripping down your chin as she rocked against you. Her thighs clamped around your head, trembling as she forced herself harder onto your face.

“F-fuck—ahhh, yes—yes, don’t stop!” she cried, voice breaking into little sobs of pleasure. “You’re eating me so good, baby. Do you like it? Hm? Do you like licking your best friend’s pussy while she uses your face like her toy?”

You groaned into her folds, sucking her clit hard, and she shrieked, her whole body arching forward. The sound was obscene—wet slurps, her slick smearing across your tongue, the squeak of the bed as she rode your mouth like it was her last breath.

Her breaths came faster, ragged, her body jerking. “I’m—hahhh—shit, I’m gonna—”

A sudden gush sprayed onto your tongue. Hot liquid splashed across your mouth and chin as she squirted, screaming into the sheets. Her thighs shook violently, but she ground her hips down, smearing her wetness all over your face.

“Yessss—fuck, drink it, baby!” she moaned, pulling your hair, riding out every twitch and spasm until you were drenched.

Before you could even recover, she spun around, hair sticking to her sweaty skin as she lined you up. With a needy moan, she slammed herself down on your cock in reverse cowgirl, your entire length disappearing into her soaked heat.

“Ahhh—fuuuck yes!” she screamed, bouncing immediately, her ass clapping against your thighs. “So thick, oh my god—I’m splitting open!”

You couldn’t look away—her ass rippled with every bounce, your cock glistening with her juices as they splattered on your stomach. Every thrust made the room echo with wet, filthy sounds.

“Fuck—fuck, do you hear that?” she panted, looking back at you over her shoulder with glassy eyes. “That’s the sound of your cock ruining me. You love it, don’t you?”

“Y-yes! You’re so fucking sexy, Wonyoung!”

Her grin was manic, sweat dripping down her temple. “Say it louder! Say I’m your slut!”

“You’re my slut! My dirty best friend—”

“YESSS,” she cried out, slamming harder, tits bouncing wildly under her hoodie. “I’ve wanted this forever—wanted you to bend me over and use me until I couldn’t walk!”

You grabbed her waist, meeting her movements with brutal thrusts that made her scream. Her walls clamped down, milking you, her pussy gushing with every slap of your hips.

She leaned back, spreading her legs wider, riding you so hard the bed frame banged against the wall. “I can feel you throbbing—hahhh—you’re close, aren’t you?” she moaned, eyes rolling back. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my face again—make me filthy!”

You yanked her off at the last second, stroking desperately as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Ahhh, yes—give it to me!” she begged, tongue out, face tilted up.

Thick ropes of cum shot across her lips, cheeks, chin, and lashes, dripping down to her chest. She moaned as it hit her, spreading her mouth wide to catch more.

“Fuck yes—cover me! I want all of it!” she cried, smearing your load across her skin with both hands, rubbing it into her cheeks like lotion.

You were still twitching when she leaned forward, licking your tip clean with slow, messy strokes. She gathered the cum on her tongue, spit it back onto your cock, and stroked it in with a filthy grin.

“Mmm… taste yourself,” she whispered, leaning up and kissing you deep, forcing her cum-coated tongue into your mouth. The taste was salty, hot, and shocking—but you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into the kiss.

She pulled back, strands of spit and cum dripping between your mouths. “That’s it… swallow it. You’re mine now.”

Without warning, she sat back down on your cock, riding you again with even more feral energy, her cum-slick face glowing under the dim light.

“Two loads wasn’t enough,” she gasped, slamming down harder. “I want more—fill me next time. Make me your dirty little creampie slut.”

Her walls clamped tighter, her words alone almost making you explode again.

You choked out, “Wonyoung—fuck—you’re insane—”

“Insane for you,” she moaned, biting her lip as her body shook. “And now you’ll never look at me the same again.”

She collapsed onto your chest, breathless, kissing your neck as cum still dripped from her chin. “Don’t miss me too much, okay? I’ll always come back for more.”

Weeks later, her comeback performance dominated YouTube.

Your feed was flooded with thumbnails of her face—sharp jawline, perfect makeup, that effortless grace that made everyone online call her “Princess Wonyoung.”

You clicked one.

The stage lights washed her in gold, her hair flowing like silk as she smiled into the camera. Every move was sharp, precise, elegant. She was untouchable here—tall, radiant, the kind of beauty people compared to royalty. Fans screamed her name from every corner of the arena, chants rising in unison.

The comments section exploded with worship:

She’s unreal.

Wonyoung is the definition of perfection.

Goddess.

And they weren’t wrong. To the world, she really was that—an idol, a fantasy, someone out of reach.

But your chest tightened as you leaned closer to the screen.

Because while they saw a goddess, you remembered something else.

You remembered the way she had moaned your name, sweat dripping from her temple as she bounced on your cock. You remembered the taste of her pussy on your tongue, the sound of her screams echoing in your bedroom, her manic giggle as she smeared your cum across her cheeks like war paint.

Your best friend.

The same girl who once tripped over her own shoelaces in gym class.

The same girl who stole your fries during lunch in high school.

Now, when you looked at her spinning gracefully on stage, all you could think of was how she had ridden your face until she squirted. How she had whispered filth into your ear, telling you to cover her in cum. How she had kissed you with your own seed on her tongue.

The screams of fans filled your laptop speakers, but all you heard in your head was her voice that night:

“Don’t miss me too much. I’ll always come back for more.”

You leaned back in your chair, pulse racing as the camera zoomed in on her smile. The audience roared as if they had been blessed.

But they didn’t know.

They didn’t know that the same lips they worshiped were the ones that wrapped tight around your cock.

That the “princess” they adored had begged you, over and over, to cum on her face until she was dripping.

That after every flawless stage, every elegant bow, she might still come knocking on your door, hoodie and ponytail, ready to turn back into your messy, needy best friend.

To them, she would always be Jang Wonyoung—the untouchable idol.

But to you?

She was your childhood friend.

Your filthy secret.

Your new fuck buddy.

And no fancam, no stage, no spotlight could ever erase that.

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chrissssssmut · 6 days ago

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Celebrating it early 😛 HAPPY 1K! Y'all really love my Chaewon fics🫡🙏

OF girly kim chaewon getting recognized in public and getting fucked brutally by reader??

CAUGHT IN PUBLIC, FUCKED IN SECRET

Chaewon x Male reader

tags: blackmailing, ass fucking, raw fucking, this is the damn kim chaewon

Chaewon thought she could blend in, just another face in the crowd.

Too bad you already knew exactly what her face looked like—when she was moaning, begging, and cumming.

It happened so casually. You were standing in line at a café, scrolling on your phone, when your eyes landed on her.

The bob cut. The round glasses. The mask half pulled down. Even though she dressed plainly in an oversized hoodie and jeans, you knew. You knew.

You blinked, tilted your head, and whispered—way louder than you should have:

“Wait… aren’t you the girl from OnlyFans?”

The words cut through the air like a knife.

Chaewon froze.

Her cup nearly slipped from her hand as her eyes went wide. She turned slowly toward you, lips parting in horror. “E–Eh?! Shhh!”

People nearby started looking, curiosity sparking.

Your grin widened. “Holy shit, it is you! You’re the one who does those pink dildo on ass streams—”

Her hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, face burning crimson. “Stop! Not here!” she hissed, panic dripping in every syllable.

“Oh come on, you think no one would notice?” you chuckled, tilting your head. “You look exactly like her. Same eyes, same lips… same cute little moans…”

“Yah!” she snapped under her breath, eyes darting around nervously. “Don’t say that here. Some of my friends are supposed to meet me soon!”

By now, two girls at the corner table were whispering and pointing. A barista paused mid-wipe of the counter, staring. Chaewon’s chest rose and fell quickly, her shame clear.

You smirked. “Looks like I’m not the only one noticing.”

That was the breaking point. Chaewon’s hand tightened around your wrist and she yanked you hard, dragging you away from the stares, past the hallway, and straight into the bathroom.

The door slammed shut.

Chaewon pressed her back against it, breathing heavily. Her face was pink all the way to her ears. “Oh my god, do you have any idea what you just did?!” she whispered sharply, her voice trembling.

You leaned against the sink casually, arms crossed. “I just said the truth.”

Her eyes darted nervously toward you. “Please… don’t call me that again. Not in public. If my friends find out, if anyone from my circle hears…” She trailed off, clutching her hoodie tight. “Please, just… keep it quiet.”

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “…Maybe I will. But only if you give me something in return.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. “…What do you mean?”

You stepped closer, letting your voice drop lower. “I’ll keep my mouth shut… if you let me fuck you. Right here. Hard.”

Chaewon’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened, trembling. “…W–What? Are you crazy?!”

You smirked. “I mean, it’s simple. You don’t want your secret getting out. I can make sure it doesn’t.” You leaned close enough for your breath to brush her ear. “But I want to see if you’re as tight in real life as you look on camera.”

Chaewon squeezed her eyes shut, her fists curling into her sleeves. Her whole body shook with shame. “I… I can’t believe you’d ask that…”

“Then I’ll just walk back out there and—”

“Wait!” she cut you off, grabbing your shirt desperately. Her gaze shot up to meet yours, glassy with humiliation. “…If I do it… you’ll keep quiet?”

You grinned. “Not a word.”

Her lips trembled. “…Fine.”

The bathroom was small, just a single stall with a mirror and sink. Chaewon’s hands shook as she slid her hoodie up and over her head, revealing a thin camisole underneath.

She avoided your gaze, cheeks blazing. “J–Just… be quick…”

You pressed her against the stall door, lips brushing her ear. “You’ll be quick if you keep whispering like that. But I plan to take my time.”

Chaewon whimpered softly as your hands slid down her hips, gripping her ass through her jeans. The fabric was tight, but you squeezed hard, earning a muffled gasp.

“Mm—don’t touch me there—”

“Why? It’s your best part,” you teased, fingers sliding up and slipping under the waistband.

Her body jolted. “N–No… ahh—”

The sound of denim sliding down filled the bathroom as you yanked her jeans halfway down, exposing a lacy black thong that hugged her curves perfectly.

Chaewon covered her face with both hands, mortified. “…D–Don’t look at me like that.”

But you pressed your palm against her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly. “Fuck, you’re even cuter like this.”

Her muffled protest was cut off by a sharp gasp as your fingers teased over her thong, dragging along her slit before sliding back up between her cheeks.

“Ah—! N–Not there… don’t—”

“Why not? You moan so much when you play with yourself online,” you whispered darkly, pulling the thong aside.

Her body stiffened, breath caught in her throat. “…You… you really watched…”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you pressed your cock against her bare ass, grinding it between her cheeks slowly.

Chaewon’s whimper echoed in the stall, soft and trembling. “Nnn—ahh—please… d–don’t make it messy…”

But you were already pushing in, the tip sliding between her cheeks before pressing firmly against her tight rim.

Her hands slapped the door, her back arching. “Ahh—! N–No, not there… oh my god—”

“Shh,” you breathed against her neck, pushing slowly. “Relax. Take it…”

Her moans spilled out, muffled at first, then breaking into wet, shaky whimpers as your cock stretched her ass inch by inch.

“Ahhh—hnnn—it’s too much—it’s too big—”

Her nails scraped against the wood as you bottomed out, hips flush against her ass. The tight squeeze around you was suffocating, heat wrapping you like a vice.

You groaned. “Fuck… you’re perfect.”

Chaewon’s body trembled uncontrollably, sweat beading on her neck. Her moans were soft, broken, and desperate—“ahh… ahhh… nghhh… please…”

Each thrust echoed wetly in the small bathroom. The squelch of lube-less friction, the slap of skin against skin, the shaky breaths—everything filled the silence.

Her voice broke. “Ahhh—ahhhnnn—please—slower—”

But you only gripped her hips tighter, pounding into her ass with rough, steady thrusts that made her ass jiggle.

Chaewon’s head dropped, hair falling into her face, tears pricking her eyes from the overwhelming stretch. But beneath the shame, her moans grew sweeter, needier.

“Ahhh—ahhhhnnn—don’t stop—please—ahhh—”

You smirked, whispering against her ear, “Look at you… begging for it. I should scream louder, let everyone outside hear how much you love being fucked like this.”

Her whole body jolted, panic flickering in her eyes. “N–No! Please! D–Don’t say that—just—just fuck me—hnnnngh—ahhh—”

Her soft moans melted into wet, rhythmic sounds, her body clenching with every thrust until she finally broke with a trembling cry, her orgasm spilling over her thighs even as you kept pounding her ass raw.

And when you finally came, you groaned into her neck, pulling her close as you filled her ass with hot, messy spurts that made her whimper with every spasm.

“Ahhhh—ahhh—oh my god—it’s too much—I can feel it—”

You pulled out slowly, watching your cum leak down her ass in thick trails.

You weren’t done. Not yet.

Even as Chaewon slumped against the door, gasping for breath, you grabbed her hips again and pulled her upright.

Her voice broke into a shaky protest. “W–Wait, you already came—ahhh! Y–You can’t—”

But your cock was still hard, slick with your cum, and it slid right back into her ass with an obscene, wet squelch that made her knees buckle.

Chaewon’s cry echoed in the small bathroom. “Ahhh—ahhhhnnn—it’s too much—it’s dripping out—hnnngh—”

You pressed her chest down against the cold sink, holding her in place as you started thrusting again, your pace slower but deeper, grinding into her tight ass with every stroke.

Her eyes watered in the mirror, her reflection a mess of red cheeks, parted lips, and trembling moans. “…N–No one’s ever—ahhh—ever fucked me like this—”

You smirked, leaning down so your chest pressed against her back. “Because no one’s been brave enough to ruin you like this.”

Chaewon’s moans grew softer, wetter, each thrust pushing a broken “ahhh—ahhhhnnn—” out of her throat. She gripped the sink desperately, knuckles white, thighs trembling as you filled her over and over.

“Please… please slow down… I can’t… ahhhh—”

But you didn’t. Instead, you pulled her upright again, spinning her around and pressing her against the sink. Her panties dangled around her knees, her ass glistening with a mix of sweat and cum.

You lifted her easily onto the counter, spreading her legs.

Her face burned crimson. “N–Not like this—”

But your cock slid back inside her ass, this time with a wet pop that made both of you moan.

Chaewon’s hands flew to cover her mouth, but her muffled whimpers were still audible, desperate and sweet. “Mmmm—ahhh—ahhhhnnn—”

Her body bounced against the counter as you fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the air. Each thrust made her breasts jolt under the thin camisole, and her thighs trembled around your hips.

You leaned close, kissing along her jaw. “Say it. Say you love it.”

Her eyes darted away, tears brimming as she whispered, “…I—I can’t…”

You slowed, grinding deep until she gasped, her walls clenching around you. “Say it, or I’ll go back out there and tell everyone.”

Her eyes widened, and with a trembling moan she broke. “…I love it… ahhhh—ahhhhnnn—I love it—please don’t stop—”

That was all you needed.

You pounded into her ass mercilessly, your hips slapping against her until her moans filled the stall, wet and shameless. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her legs shaking as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.

“Ahhhhhh—ahhhhnnn—it’s too much—I’m—ahhh—I’m cumming again—”

Her body tightened, trembling violently as she came hard, clenching around you until your own climax built too fast to hold back.

You groaned, burying your face in her neck as you spilled deep inside her ass again, hot cum flooding her until it leaked out around your cock, dripping down onto the counter.

Chaewon’s body shook, her moans soft and broken as she clung to you, shivering. “…Nnnn… so warm… so full…”

When it was finally over, you pulled out slowly, watching thick streams of cum leak down her thighs. Chaewon covered her face with both hands, trembling, her voice barely above a whisper.

“…You’re horrible.”

You chuckled softly, helping her off the counter as her legs wobbled. “Maybe. But your secret’s safe.”

She avoided your eyes as she pulled her jeans up shakily, wincing at the mess inside her panties. “…You better keep your promise.”

You leaned against the door, smirking. “Don’t worry. No one will ever know. It’ll be our little secret.”

Her blush deepened, shame and something else flickering in her eyes. “…Pervert.”

But this time, there was no venom in her tone—just a soft, trembling whisper.

And when she finally opened the bathroom door to leave, her friends were waiting down the hall. She forced a smile, waved, and walked toward them as if nothing happened—though every step made her legs shake, her body still leaking with the proof of your secret.

And you? You leaned back, satisfied, knowing Chaewon would never forget what just happened.

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chrissssssmut · 7 days ago

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can I request vampire wonyoung & yujin??

COLLEAGUES AFTER DARK

vampire!Wonyoung & vampire!Yujin x Male Reader

You never really liked the night shift. The office was too quiet after 9 p.m.—that kind of quiet where even the hum of the vending machine sounded like a scream. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, and the whole floor smelled faintly of printer ink and coffee that had been sitting too long.

But tonight wasn’t like the other nights.

It wasn’t the emptiness that bothered you—it was your co-workers.

Ahn Yujin and Jang Wonyoung.

On the surface, they were perfect. The kind of co-workers everyone wanted to be around.

Ahn Yujin was the one who always volunteered to stay a little late when deadlines loomed, her easy grin putting people at ease even during the most stressful projects. She remembered birthdays, covered shifts, and somehow always made people laugh in those long, fluorescent-lit meetings.

Jang Wonyoung was no different—precise, organized, the kind of person who never missed a detail. She’d bring coffee for the whole team some mornings, smile politely when praised, and handle clients with the kind of polished charm managers loved to brag about.

Together, they were the golden pair of the office. Reliable, friendly, admired.

But you noticed things others didn’t.

How, despite those morning coffee runs, neither of them ever actually drank from the cups they bought. How at lunch breaks, while the rest of you ate, they’d just sit together with those sleek, dark tumblers at their desks, sipping slowly, never once opening a packed meal or ordering food.

How their desks, no matter how well-lit the office was, always seemed… shadowed.

How their eyes lingered too long, too sharp, as if every glance was dissecting you.

And tonight, you decided you weren’t going home at the usual time. Tonight, you’d stay behind. Watch them. Prove to yourself you weren’t imagining it.

The office clock blinked 11:42 p.m. You’d hidden yourself in the small storage room at the end of the hall, the door cracked just enough so you could see the two women lingering near the elevator.

They weren’t leaving.

You saw Yujin check her phone, then look at Wonyoung, smirking.

“Another late one, huh?” Yujin’s voice carried in the empty office.

Wonyoung’s lips curved into a smile that wasn’t really a smile—it was sharper, crueler.

“You know I get hungry at this time.”

Your chest tightened. Hungry?

And then the elevator doors opened.

A man—someone you didn’t recognize, maybe a janitor or just someone working late—stepped out. He barely had time to greet them before Yujin moved. Too fast. Too smooth. She pressed him against the wall with one hand like he weighed nothing.

The sound of his surprise choked into silence as Wonyoung leaned in, her fingers caressing his jaw almost tenderly. Then she bared her teeth.

You saw them.

Fangs.

“Shhh,” Wonyoung cooed, before sinking her teeth into his throat.

The man’s muffled scream filled the empty office for a moment before it was cut off. Yujin leaned in too, tearing into his wrist. Blood dripped down their chins like wine.

Your stomach turned, horror flooding your veins. You tried to back away—

—but your shoe scraped against a metal shelf.

Clang.

The sound echoed like a gunshot in the silence.

Both of their heads snapped toward the storage room.

You froze.

“…Did you hear that?” Yujin whispered, her lips red.

Wonyoung licked her mouth slowly, her eyes gleaming like knives in the dark.

“I did.”

You ran.

You bolted out the other door of the storage room, your heart slamming against your ribs, sprinting down the office hallway as the sound of heels clicked behind you—faster, faster than human.

“Where are you going, huh?” Yujin’s voice rang out, amused, taunting. “You think you can hide from us?”

“Don’t run,” Wonyoung purred. “It only makes us hungrier.”

You didn’t look back.

You nearly made it to the stairwell when a hand—cold and impossibly strong—grabbed your wrist and yanked you back. You shouted, thrashing, but Yujin was already shoving you against the wall, her grin wide.

“Got you.”

Wonyoung’s fingers curled around your throat lightly, almost tender as she leaned in. “You’ve been watching us, haven’t you?”

You tried to speak but choked on air.

Yujin tilted her head. “Always staring. Always suspicious. We noticed.”

“Cute, isn’t it?” Wonyoung’s voice was velvet, but her nails dug into your skin. “He really thought he was safe.”

Something hard cracked against your temple, and darkness swallowed you whole.

When you woke up, the smell hit you first.

Copper. Rot.

Your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the abandoned meeting room, and your stomach lurched. Bodies. Piled in the corner, drained and pale, their eyes glassy and lifeless.

You gagged.

And then you heard them.

“Look who’s awake,” Yujin said, crouching in front of you, her grin sharp as ever. You realized your wrists were tied behind the chair with some kind of thick cord.

Wonyoung leaned against the table, her long legs crossed elegantly, watching you with a predator’s calm.

“You really shouldn’t have spied on us,” she said.

You trembled. “Y-You’re monsters.”

Wonyoung tilted her head. “And you’re food.”

Yujin leaned in close, brushing her fingers along your cheek. “But you’re interesting food. You noticed things no one else did.”

Her breath smelled metallic, and you turned your face away.

“Stay away from me,” you hissed.

Wonyoung laughed softly. “Look at him, trying to be brave.” She uncrossed her legs and walked toward you slowly, her heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. “Should we play with him a little first?”

Yujin smirked. “Oh, definitely.”

You thrashed against the ropes, panic flooding you. “Let me go!”

“Shhh,” Wonyoung whispered, pressing a cold finger to your lips. “Don’t scream. No one will come.”

Desperation burned through you. As Wonyoung leaned closer, you spotted it—on the floor, a shard of glass from a broken window.

When Yujin grabbed your shoulder, you lunged, twisting just enough to grab the shard and drive it into her thigh.

“Ah—fuck!” Yujin hissed, stumbling back.

You slashed at Wonyoung next, cutting into her leg. She let out a sharp gasp, staggering.

It was the opening you needed.

You bolted for the door, blood pounding in your ears, the shard still in your hand. Freedom was just steps away—

Until something cold and sharp clamped around your ankle, yanking you down hard.

“Did you really think you could get away?” Yujin’s voice growled, low and furious. Her grip on your leg was iron.

You screamed, kicking, but she sank her teeth into your calf. Pain exploded, white-hot, and your body convulsed as she tore into your flesh.

You tried to crawl, clawing at the floor, nails splitting against the tiles as you dragged yourself inch by inch. Your voice tore out of your throat, raw and broken.

“HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE! I DON’T WANNA DIE!”

Your cries echoed through the empty office, but the silence that answered was suffocating. No footsteps. No doors opening. No one is coming.

“PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING—JUST DON’T—” Your words dissolved into a sob as Yujin yanked your ankle back, her teeth ripping into your calf. The pain was blinding, your scream rising into something inhuman, echoing down the hallways like a siren.

“LET GO! PLEASE, I’M BEGGING YOU!”

But Yujin only laughed against your flesh, blood dripping down her chin as she tore another piece free. “Mmm… you taste so good when you’re scared.”

You sobbed, chest heaving, as you reached out blindly toward the door. “HELP! SOMEBODY, PLEASE! I DON’T WANNA DIE LIKE THIS!”

Wonyoung’s shadow fell over you, her heels clicking slowly, deliberately, until she crouched by your head. Her long fingers slid into your hair, stroking almost tenderly as her fangs caught the dim light.

“Shhh… don’t waste your voice,” she whispered, her tone sultry and cruel. “No one will hear you. No one ever does.”

You thrashed weakly, your body shaking with terror. “NO! PLEASE—DON’T—”

Your plea ended in a strangled scream as Wonyoung’s teeth pierced into your throat. The hot flood of agony made your back arch off the floor, your fists slamming helplessly against the tiles.

“STOP! PLEASE—SOMEONE HELP ME! ANYONE!” you wailed, your voice cracking into sobs. But your cries faded, choked by the blood filling your mouth.

Yujin lifted her head, smearing crimson across her lips, and looked down at your tear-streaked face with a smirk.

“Keep screaming,” she whispered. “It only makes you taste better.”

Your body trembled violently as Wonyoung drank deeper, your sobs fading into wet, gurgling gasps. The edges of your vision darkened. The office—your workplace, your normal life—slipped away into nothing.

And your last thought, as the world collapsed into silence, was the bitter truth:

You had been right all along.

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chrissssssmut · 7 days ago

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I hope u know u are the best WE all love you.

YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET 😭💗 I LOVE UUU

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chrissssssmut · 9 days ago

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winter is sad over her recent breakup, her best friend karina decides to offer her bf (reader) for breakup angry sex, winter completely doms and uses you in every possible way, while karina whispers sweet nothings to you, half apologizing and half cheering you on

YOURS TONIGHT

Winter x Male Reader feat. Karina

Winter’s apartment was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the blinds. She was curled up on the couch, eyes red and raw from crying, a half-empty glass of soju on the table. Karina sat beside her, rubbing slow circles into her back, murmuring soft reassurances.

You lingered near the kitchen, not wanting to intrude, but Karina’s eyes darted toward you like she was silently asking for help.

Winter sniffed, her voice breaking.

Winter: “He just—he just left me like I was nothing, Jimin. Two years. Gone.”

Karina pulled her closer, kissing her temple.

Karina: “He didn’t deserve you, Min. He never did.”

Winter gave a bitter laugh, wiping her eyes.

Winter: “Yeah? Then why does it feel like I can’t breathe? Why does it feel like I’m… useless?”

Karina glanced at you again—this time with intent. Her lips parted, like she’d just made a decision she couldn’t take back.

She leaned down to whisper in Winter’s ear.

Karina: “You’re not useless. You’re beautiful. Strong. You deserve better. You deserve… anything you want.”

Winter tilted her head, confused.

Winter: “Anything I want?”

That’s when Karina looked at you—pointedly.

Karina: “Even him.”

Your stomach dropped.

You: “Wait—Karina—”

But she shushed you, eyes soft but commanding.

Karina: “Baby… let her use you. Just this once. She needs it. Please.”

Winter blinked between the two of you, lips parted.

Winter: “You’re… you’re serious?”

Karina cupped her cheek, smiling gently.

Karina: “I’d give her the world if it meant she’d stop hurting. And if the world is my boyfriend… she can have him tonight.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears. Winter sat up straighter, her expression shifting from brokenhearted to something darker—hungrier.

She crawled toward you, slow, deliberate.

Winter: “You’d let me take him? However I want?”

Karina’s hand found yours, squeezing reassuringly.

Karina: “He’s yours. Be as rough as you need.” Then, leaning to your ear, she whispered, “I’m sorry, baby… but be good for her, okay? For me.”

Winter didn’t wait. She grabbed you by the collar, pulling you down onto the couch. Her lips crashed into yours, desperate, messy. She tasted of salt and soju, biting at your lower lip until you groaned.

You: “W-Winter—”

Winter: “Shut up. I’m not here to be gentle. You’re mine tonight.”

Karina knelt beside you, brushing your hair back, whispering in your ear even as Winter straddled your lap.

Karina: “It’s okay, baby. Let her. I’ve got you. I’ll be right here.”

Winter’s hands were already tugging at your shirt, nails dragging down your chest. She pushed you flat against the couch, grinding her hips down against the bulge in your pants.

Winter: “Fuck… you’re already hard? Figures. You’ve probably dreamed about me, haven’t you?”

You: “N-no—I—”

Winter: (grinning wickedly) “Liar. Don’t worry. I’ll make it worth it.”

Karina kissed your temple, whispering.

Karina: “Don’t fight it, baby. Just let her take what she needs. You’re doing so well for me…”

Winter yanked your pants open, freeing your cock, and hissed when it slapped against her thigh, hot and heavy.

Winter: “Fuck… you’re bigger than him. Figures. I don’t care if it hurts—I need it now.”

She spat into her palm, smeared it over your shaft with a messy stroke, and without waiting, lined herself up. Her eyes locked on yours—angry, desperate, starving—before she dropped her hips and slammed down onto you in one brutal thrust.

You: “F-fuck!”

Winter: (hissing through her teeth) “Yes… fuck yes. Stretch me open. That’s it—ahh—fuck!”

The room filled instantly with the wet, obscene sounds of sex—slap, slap, slap—as she began bouncing on your cock, her ass smacking against your thighs.

You tried to grab her hips, desperate to steady her rhythm, but she slapped your hands away.

Winter: “Don’t you dare. I’m in control. I’m fucking you, not the other way around. Got it?”

You: (groaning) “Y-yeah—fuck—got it—”

Winter: (slamming down harder) “Say it. Say you’re just my cock tonight.”

Karina moaned softly from beside you, brushing her lips against your ear, her voice syrup-sweet in contrast.

Karina: “Mmm… she looks so good using you like this, baby. Just let her… be her toy for me, okay? My perfect boy.”

Winter’s nails raked down your chest, leaving red streaks as she rode you raw, every thrust deeper, wetter, louder.

Winter: “You like that? You like how wet I am on your cock? Listen—” (she slams down, a filthy squelch echoing through the room) “—that’s me dripping all over you. You belong to me tonight.”

Your cock twitched inside her, and she laughed, breathless but cruel.

Winter: “Ohhh, you’re twitching already? Gonna cum fast for me? Pathetic. Don’t you dare finish until I say so.”

Karina’s hand slipped lower, cupping and massaging your balls gently, coaxing the pressure to build.

Karina: “Shhh… don’t fight her, baby. Just hold it for her. For me. You’re being so good…”

The pace grew brutal. Winter slammed down again and again, her tits bouncing, sweat beading on her collarbone. The room was a chorus of skin-on-skin smacks and her breathless moans mixed with filthy curses.

Winter: “F-fuck, you’re splitting me open—ahh—yes! Deeper! Harder! I want to forget his name—make me forget him with your cock!”

You: (panting) “You’re so fucking tight—Winter—”

Winter: (snarling) “Louder! Moan for me like you’re mine. Let Karina hear how good I’m breaking you.”

Karina whimpered softly, pressing wet kisses along your neck.

Karina: “Mm, god… hearing you two is driving me crazy. You’re so deep inside her, baby… my best friend’s dripping all over my boyfriend… you’re perfect.”

Winter slammed down harder, grinding at the base, her voice breaking into ragged cries.

Winter: “Fuckfuckfuck—ride me ‘til I can’t walk tomorrow. I don’t want gentle—I want ruined. You hear me? Ruined!”

Your body jolted with every bounce, your cock swollen, veins throbbing. Karina’s whisper turned commanding now, her breath hot in your ear.

Karina: “Cum inside her, baby. Fill her. Give her what she needs. Don’t hold back.”

You: (choking out) “I—I’m close—fuck—”

Winter: (screaming) “Do it! Paint my insides—make me forget his face with your cum!”

Her walls clenched violently around you, squeezing every drop, and the wet squelch squelch as she fucked herself through your orgasm echoed in the room. You groaned, spilling inside her, while she ground down on you mercilessly, milking every spurt.

Karina kissed your temple, whispering almost reverently.

Karina: “That’s it… let it all go. Good boy. So, so good for us.”

Winter collapsed forward onto your chest, trembling, panting raggedly. For a long moment, the only sound was the three of you catching your breath.

Finally, Winter whispered, her voice small again.

Winter: “…Thank you.”

Karina stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head, then your cheek.

Karina: “See? You’re not useless, Win. You’re unstoppable. And you—” (she turned to you, smiling softly) “—you were perfect.”

Winter smirked weakly, still perched on your lap.

Winter: “Don’t think this is the last time I’m using him, Jimin.”

Karina chuckled, nuzzling into your neck.

Karina: “As long as it helps you heal… he’s all yours.”

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chrissssssmut · 11 days ago

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HAPPY 1K!(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I wanna request a five some scenario based on this TikTok

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSryxcfbe/

SLEEPOVER TROUBLE

Yunjin, Winter, Giselle & Somi x Male Reader

Tags: Anal, Oral, Vaginal, hole switching, dirty talk, harem, fivesome, cumplay, wet noises, dominant girls, cock worship, absolute filth

AN: My mind's not working properly so forgive for any mistakes here. Male Reader def had the time of his life here! I also changed some of the stuff here so it won't be as accurate like the pics XD.

It started off innocent enough.

Or so you thought.

When Somi had messaged the group chat, saying, “Sleepover at [Your Name]’s place. I’m bringing snacks. And wine. And… mischief 😘,” you assumed it was just her usual chaotic teasing. You had no clue that an hour later, your apartment would be filled with four of the hottest girls you knew—all in the kind of pajamas that made you question whether you were dreaming.

“Damn, this place is still as messy as last time,” Yunjin muttered, tossing her overnight bag on your couch as she slipped off her fuzzy slippers. Her oversized shirt rode up just enough to show the curve of her thighs, and the way she arched her back when stretching didn’t help.

Winter followed, hair tied up, wearing a cropped baby tee that barely contained her chest, and loose sleep shorts that hung dangerously low on her hips. “Could use a woman's touch,” she smirked, stepping past you close enough that your shoulders brushed. Her perfume clung to your hoodie.

“Yah, he’s trying his best,” Giselle giggled, arms looping around your neck from behind. You felt her chest press into your back, warm and firm. “Aren’t you, babe?” she whispered low by your ear, breath hot.

Somi shut the door last, dropping a huge tote bag full of junk food and alcohol with a smug grin. “He’s gonna need more than his best tonight,” she said, eyes locked on you like she already knew exactly how this night was ending.

Your throat went dry.

They sprawled on your couch, laughing, talking, eating chips and sipping drinks. The movie was playing—some dumb romcom—but no one was paying attention.

Especially not you.

Because every time you looked up, someone was touching you.

Yunjin’s hand on your thigh.

Winter’s head resting on your shoulder, breath slow, soft.

Giselle’s fingers playing with the hem of your shorts like it was casual.

Somi lying across your lap like it was her spot, stretching so her tank top rode up her ribs.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Yunjin finally said, voice low, sultry, as she leaned closer. Her lips brushed your ear. “Something wrong, baby?”

“I—uh…” You swallowed. “You guys are… kinda handsy tonight.”

“Oh?” Winter sat up, crawling across the couch like a cat. “And you don’t like it?”

Somi looked up from your lap. “Or do you like it too much?”

You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears as Giselle snatched the remote and shut off the movie.

“Let’s stop pretending,” she said, turning to straddle your lap while Somi moved beside you. “You know we didn’t come here just to watch movies.”

“Not with you looking like that,” Somi added, tugging your shirt up just a little, revealing your abs.

Yunjin was already lifting her top off, slow and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking about this since last week. You wore those grey sweats on campus and didn’t even realize how hard you were making it for us.”

Winter leaned in, pushing her lips to your jaw. “We talked about it after you left. Every. Single. One of us.”

“And we decided,” Somi whispered, her hand creeping down your waistband, “we’re done waiting.”

Clothes disappeared quickly.

One moment, they were four flirty girls on your couch. The next, they were devouring you with eyes and hands and mouths.

Yunjin kissed you first—hard, deep, dominant. She tasted like wine and need, her tongue sliding against yours as her fingers wrapped around you, stroking slow and intentional.

Winter moved to your chest, kissing down your collarbone, teeth lightly grazing your skin. “So sensitive,” she whispered, lips ghosting lower.

Somi straddled your thighs, looking up at you as she pulled your cock free. Her smile was filthy. “I call first taste,” she said—and then her mouth was on you, warm and slick and greedy.

You groaned, hand tangling in her hair, but she batted your hand away.

“Don’t rush me,” she pouted. “I want to savor this.”

Meanwhile, Giselle knelt beside her, lips pressed to your stomach, murmuring, “We’re going to ruin you tonight.”

And they did.

Somi sucked you with the enthusiasm of someone starving, tongue swirling, moaning like it got her off to feel you twitch on her tongue. When she finally pulled off, spit dripped from her lips, and she wiped it with the back of her hand.

“My turn,” Winter said simply, crawling between your legs. She took you deep in one go, gagging just slightly, eyes rolling up like she loved the stretch. The sounds were obscene—wet, messy, lewd.

Giselle kissed you while Winter sucked. Her hips ground against your thigh, clearly getting off just from watching you fall apart.

Yunjin whispered, “Don’t cum yet. We’re just getting started,” as she climbed onto your lap, lowering herself onto you without warning.

“Y-Yunjin—!”

“Shh,” she moaned, sinking fully down with a delicious whimper. “You feel even better than I imagined…”

The pace was brutal.

They took turns riding you—Winter moaning breathlessly every time she bounced, her voice high and sweet; Giselle dragging her nails down your chest as she fucked herself on your cock like she owned it; Somi grinding until you were begging to come, only to stop and edge you with a smug, cruel pout.

Yunjin whispered filth in your ear the whole time, kissing your throat, nails digging into your back.

“You’re gonna come for us, baby?”

“Fuck look how stretching our pussy baby”

“You want us to milk you dry?”

“Look at how desperate you are…”

“We could keep you tied to this couch all night.”

You were overstimulated—every nerve on fire—but you didn’t want it to stop.

Then Somi bent over on all fours on your coffee table. “One more round,” she said, looking back at you with flushed cheeks. “Use me however you want.”

Giselle bit her lip. “Let’s all watch.”

And they did.

As you fucked Somi hard, her cries echoing off the walls, the other three touched themselves, moaning softly, telling you how hot you looked, how good you made her sound, how lucky they all were.

You came hard—groaning her name, shaking, hips snapping as Somi gasped and pushed back, needing every last drop.

But they didn’t let you rest.

You barely had time to catch your breath.

After Somi collapsed onto your chest—sweaty, panting, and completely blissed out—the other three girls weren’t satisfied. Not even close.

“Up,” Yunjin said, standing at the doorway to your bedroom in nothing but your oversized shirt, which hung off one shoulder and covered just the very tops of her thighs. “You’re not done. Not until we all have you to ourselves.”

Giselle leaned in, voice purring. “One-on-one. No interruptions. You’re ours tonight.”

Winter dragged her nails down your back. “You’ll give us everything, baby.”

You looked at the four of them—flushed, soaked, insatiable—and realized something terrifying and arousing at once:

You were so screwed.

She led you into the room first, locking the door behind her with a smug click.

Yunjin didn’t pounce. She sat on the bed like a queen waiting to be worshipped, legs crossed, lips curled in a knowing smirk.

You stood there, hard again somehow, eyes wide.

She crooked a finger. “On your knees.”

You obeyed.

Her thighs parted slowly, revealing her soaked center. Her voice was thick with want. “You’re gonna use that mouth properly now, baby. Prove you’re worth the mess I’m about to make.”

You leaned in, tongue pressing to her clit, slow and deliberate.

She shuddered. “Fuck—yes… just like that.”

Her thighs locked around your head, hips grinding against your face as she started to lose composure. She tugged your hair, guiding your rhythm.

“You taste so good—you know that? You’re gonna eat until I say stop. And then I’m gonna ride you so hard you’ll forget the others even exist.”

You groaned into her, drunk on the way she moaned, on how wet she was.

And then, just like she promised—Yunjin pushed you down, mounted you, and rode you with a hunger that felt almost feral.

Every bounce of her hips was torture and bliss. She leaned forward, breath hot on your lips.

“You love it when I take control, don’t you?” she moaned. “You’re gonna cum inside me. I want you deep, filling me up, begging me to stop—”

You did.

Hard.

And she made you stay inside until you were soft.

Then hard again.

And came again.

You barely made it to the bathroom to splash water on your face before Winter appeared in the doorway.

“Your turn’s over,” she told Yunjin. “I’m next.”

Yunjin laughed breathlessly and kissed your jaw on the way out. “He’s all yours.”

Winter said nothing else. She just took your hand and led you to the bed.

Then she pushed you down and climbed on top of you in one smooth motion.

Her eyes were sharp, dangerous, but her voice was a whisper. “No teasing. I want you deep. Now.”

She didn’t ride like Yunjin.

Winter sank onto you with a sigh, leaned down to kiss your neck, and whispered filthy, desperate things against your skin.

“You make me so wet,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted this for months… fantasized about how you’d feel inside me…”

Her rhythm was slow but intense. Each grind hit deep, her body trembling with every thrust.

“I’m gonna cum like this,” she gasped, nails scratching lightly down your sides. “With you underneath me, helpless, mine—fuck, you feel so good…”

Her orgasm ripped through her with a strangled moan, legs shaking, lips crushed to yours.

But she didn’t stop.

“I need more,” she whined, moving again. “Don’t you dare hold back on me.”

She milked you—twice.

By the end, you were gripping her thighs, babbling her name, while she smiled, pleased and sweaty, collapsing against your chest.

“Still with us?” Giselle smirked, slipping into the room wearing her pajamas and nothing else.

You nodded weakly from the bed, body wrecked, but cock twitching back to life.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” she laughed, crawling over you. “All fucked out and still so eager.”

She pulled the hoodie off slowly, dramatically. “But with me? You’re not allowed to come unless I say so.”

You groaned, but she kissed it away.

Then she straddled your face.

“You know the rules. Make me cum first.”

You obeyed.

Giselle moaned—high-pitched, breathy, head thrown back. “Shit, fuck, you’re too good at this.”

She rocked against your tongue, grinding until her thighs trembled and her voice cracked.

Then she finally moved down, lined you up, and lowered herself with a moan so lewd it echoed.

She rode you like she wanted to destroy you—fast, relentless, teasing you right to the edge.

“Close?” she whispered, breath shaky.

You nodded.

She stopped.

“Beg.”

“Giselle, please—I can’t—please let me—”

“Say you’re my good boy.”

“…I’m your good boy.”

She smirked, started riding again. “Cum.”

And you did. Hard.

So hard you blacked out for a second.

She chuckled. “One more for good measure.”

She didn’t stop until you gave her two.

You thought you couldn’t go anymore.

You thought you were done.

Then Somi walked in with a bottle of water and a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Drink,” she said, sitting beside you on the bed. “We’re not finished until I say so.”

You sipped, panting.

She took the bottle away, then pushed you flat on your back.

“You remember earlier? When you fucked me on the coffee table?” she whispered, straddling you. “I was just getting started.”

She kissed you—wet, needy, tongues tangling—and then she lowered herself onto you, slowly, moaning.

“Oh my god… you’re still so big,” she gasped.

You grabbed her hips, tried to keep up—but Somi was ruthless. She fucked you like a pornstar—bouncing, grinding, slapping her ass against your thighs with each thrust.

“Give it to me,” she whined, sweat dripping down her neck. “Fill me up—all of it.”

You didn’t know how you had anything left. But her voice, her body, her expression—it forced it out of you.

You spilled inside her as she cried out, her body shaking around you.

But even as you trembled beneath her, she leaned down and whispered:

“One more.”

She made you go again.

And again.

Until you were twitching, panting, empty, wrecked.

When the door finally opened and all four girls re-entered the room, they looked pleased.

You, naked, sprawled across the sheets, sweat-soaked and dazed, could barely lift your head.

Yunjin laughed. “He survived.”

Winter smirked. “Barely.”

Giselle winked. “Better prepare yourself before round three.”

Somi leaned in close and kissed your cheek. “Rest up, baby. You’ve got four girlfriends now.”

You closed your eyes and whispered:

“…I’m never surviving another sleepover.”

Morning.

The sun barely lit the room. Birds chirped. But your body ached like you'd fought off a demon.

Your legs? Weak. Your cock? Surprisingly... hard.

The reason?

Four gorgeous girls, all sprawled across your bed in various states of undress.

Yunjin was on her side, her hand possessively gripping your thigh.

Winter had her head on your chest, soft breath ghosting over your skin.

Giselle slept with one arm draped around your waist.

And Somi? She stirred first, eyes sleepy—but shining with mischief.

“Mmm… morning wood?” she whispered, biting her lip.

You blinked. “…Somehow.”

She grinned. “Guess it’s time for round three.”

Ten minutes later, the girls were awake and eager.

“Let’s make it fun,” Giselle smirked, crawling onto the bed on all fours.

Somi followed, slapping her own ass. “Asses up, faces down. Let him pick.”

Yunjin and Winter looked at each other… then joined in.

Soon, all four of them were on the bed—lined up like sinful dolls, each arching their backs, presenting soaked pussies and tight asses with shameless pride.

Yunjin looked over her shoulder, licking her lips. “You’re gonna fuck every one of us. But here’s the twist.”

Winter smirked. “Switch holes. Every thrust.”

Your cock twitched violently.

“Start with me,” Giselle said, winking.

You walked up behind her, heart pounding.

One thrust. Deep into her slick pussy.

She moaned. Loud.

You pulled out, moved to Somi.

Slid right into her tight little ass.

“Fuck!” she yelped, gripping the sheets. “Oh my god yes—keep going—”

Next, you were inside Yunjin’s dripping cunt.

Then into Winter’s ass.

Then Giselle’s ass.

Somi’s pussy.

Yunjin’s ass.

Back and forth.

Every girl.

Every hole.

Each time you slammed in, they cried out in unison. Gasps. Moans. Wet sounds echoing through the room like music.

You grabbed hips. Spanked them. Heard the slap of skin-on-skin every time you rammed forward.

“Fucking switch again,” Somi whined. “Don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—”

Yunjin looked back, sweat on her brow. “Cum in whichever hole you want. But you better use us all.”

Winter was the loudest when you pushed into her ass again.

Her back arched, hands clenched into the sheets. “Oh my god—I’m gonna cum from just this—your cock feels so thick—”

You grabbed her hair, pounded harder.

She screamed, her orgasm gushing down her thighs as you pulled out and moved to Giselle again.

Giselle was panting, tongue out. “In my pussy—fuck me deep this time—”

You obeyed.

She was tighter now, wetter than ever.

You alternated between her ass and her pussy like it was nothing. Each time made her twitch, shake, cry out.

Somi kept reaching back to spread herself for you. “Right here, baby—come on—slam it in—fuck yes—!”

Yunjin?

She looked over her shoulder and begged, “In my ass. I want it rough.”

You delivered.

You felt it building—heat in your spine, balls tightening, everything overstimulated and raw.

But they wanted it.

All of them.

“Inside,” Giselle panted.

“Don’t hold back,” Winter gasped.

“Fill one of us,” Somi moaned.

Yunjin was the last. She turned her face just enough to say, “Come on, baby. Let us have it. Drain those pretty balls and let us feel it leak out of us.”

You slammed into her, into her ass, and came hard.

Your cum spilled down her thighs, thick, hot, messy.

And then—still twitching—you moved to Somi and pushed inside again.

You came again, right into her pussy.

Winter opened her mouth under you, desperate. You knelt over her, jerked, and gave her the third load across her tongue and cheeks.

Giselle?

She sucked the rest from your tip with a filthy slurp and swallowed everything.

All four girls collapsed onto the bed.

Your legs? Shaking.

Your cock? Finally soft.

Their asses? Dripping.

Your room?

Wrecked.

And you?

Dead.

Somi giggled as she curled up beside you. “Same time tomorrow?”

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chrissssssmut · 12 days ago

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Can you do older sister ALICE’s Sohee rides brother during her most fertile time while he’s sleeping with his fiancée next to him?

WHILE SHE SLEEPS

Sohee x Male Reader

tags: taboo, risky sex, incest, taboo, cheating, creampie

You knock once before stepping inside Sohee’s apartment, your fiancée’s hand in yours.

The door opens and there she is—Sohee, hair tied loosely, tank top showing more than it should. She smiles, wide, sweet, but her eyes are locked on you like she’s been waiting.

“Finally,” Sohee says, pulling both of you into a hug. Her arms slip around you first, lingering just a second too long, pressing her chest against you before she moves to your fiancée. “I’ve been dying to meet her.”

Your fiancée smiles shyly. “Thank you for inviting us over, Sohee-unnie. Your place smells amazing.”

“Oh, don’t flatter me yet. Sit, sit.” Sohee waves you both to the table. “I cooked for hours. At least pretend it’s edible.”

Dinner starts lighthearted, full of chatter between Sohee and your fiancée. You try to stay focused, nodding and adding comments here and there, but Sohee keeps looking at you. Her gaze lingers, lips twitching like she knows a secret.

Halfway through the meal, you feel it—her foot brushing your calf. You jolt, choking a little on your drink.

“Yah, you okay?” your fiancée asks, worried.

“Y-yeah,” you cough, clearing your throat. “Went down wrong.”

Sohee hides a smirk behind her glass of wine. “Clumsy as always.”

You shoot her a look across the table, shaking your head subtly. But she only stretches her leg further, the arch of her foot sliding up your shin under the table.

You grit your teeth, whispering, “Stop it,” low enough so only she can hear.

Her lips curve. She leans in slightly, pretending to grab more side dishes. “What’s wrong?” she murmurs, voice dripping with mischief. “Can’t handle a little touch?”

Your fiancée hums happily beside you, oblivious, while Sohee’s toes press higher, tracing the inside of your thigh.

You grab your chopsticks tighter, nearly snapping them. “Sohee,” you hiss, voice almost breaking.

She only smiles sweetly and turns to your fiancée. “So, how did you two meet again? He never tells me the good details.”

By the time dinner ends, your nerves are shot. You excuse yourself quickly. In the bathroom, you splash water on your face, staring at yourself in the mirror.

“She wouldn’t,” you mutter to yourself. “She wouldn’t actually…”

But deep down, you know she would.

Later, in the guest room, your fiancée sleeps curled into your side. Her breathing is slow, steady. You should be at ease, but your chest feels tight. You can’t stop thinking about Sohee’s smirk, her foot teasing higher and higher under the table.

The door creaks.

You freeze.

“Sohee—” you whisper, sitting up slightly, but she’s already there.

She slips inside, closing the door with barely a sound, and pads over to the bed. She crawls up slowly, straddling you, her breath warm against your face.

“Shh,” she whispers, finger pressing to your lips. “Don’t wake her.”

Your eyes widen. “Are you insane? She’s right—”

“I know.” Sohee grins, rocking her hips down onto your covered cock. “That’s why it feels so good.”

You try to push her off, whispering frantically. “Get off me. This is insane.”

Her hand slides under the blanket, wrapping around your cock through your boxers. You gasp, biting your lip hard.

She leans close, lips brushing your ear. “One sound, and I’ll scream,” she whispers. “I’ll tell her you’re trying to fuck your stepsister.”

Your heart slams against your chest. “You wouldn’t…”

Her hand squeezes tighter. “Try me.”

You swallow hard, helpless as she tugs your boxers down just enough. She pulls her panties aside, lining herself up.

“Sohee—please—” you beg, voice trembling.

She smiles wickedly. “Say it again. I like hearing you beg.”

Before you can answer, she sinks down onto you, slow, inch by inch, until she’s seated fully. You groan into your hand, muffling the sound.

“Ohh, fuck,” she whispers shakily, eyes fluttering. “God, you’re deep…”

Your fiancée stirs beside you. Both of you freeze.

Sohee’s hips grind down, every roll squeezing you tighter inside her. The wet sounds are obscene, and you pray your fiancée’s breathing stays steady.

“Sohee…” you whisper, voice strained. “We can’t—ahh—”

She slaps a hand over your mouth again, leaning down until her lips brush your ear. “Shut up. You’ll wake her. Unless that’s what you want…”

You shake your head frantically, muffled against her palm.

“Then stop fighting me,” she whispers, smirking as she starts bouncing slowly on your cock, her breasts brushing against your chest. “God, you’re stretching me so good… you’re perfect for me.”

Your body bucks despite yourself, your cock driving deeper into her. She bites her lip to hold back a moan, nails scratching down your stomach.

“You like it, don’t you?” she murmurs, pulling her hand off your mouth just long enough for you to gasp air. “Fucking your big sister while your fiancée sleeps right next to you. Say it.”

You glare at her, jaw clenched. “You’re insane.”

Her grin widens, wicked. She slams down harder, the wet slap of her thighs against yours louder than before. You freeze, both of you glancing at your fiancée—still asleep, barely shifting.

Sohee leans close again, whispering: “One more thrust and she’ll wake up… do you want that? Do you want her to open her eyes and see me creaming on your cock?”

You swallow hard, shaking your head.

“That’s what I thought,” she smirks.

She shifts suddenly, grabbing your hand and forcing it onto her ass. “Hold me,” she orders. “Grip me tight while I use you.”

You do, helplessly, fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rides you harder. Every bounce drives her wetter walls down your length, squeezing every twitch.

Your breath hitches. “S-Sohee—fuck—I can’t—”

Her hand slaps over your mouth again, hissing, “Quiet.” She grinds in a slow circle, pushing you against her deepest spot. Her breath stutters. “Right there—fuck—don’t move, just let me—ahh—”

She buries her face in your neck, muffling her moans, hips jerking erratically as she chases her release. Her whispers come out broken, desperate:

“Your cock—oh god—it’s too good—”

“You’re making me cum—fuck—I can’t stop—”

“Don’t you dare pull out—I want every drop inside me—”

Her pussy tightens like a vice, spasming around you as she cums hard, biting down on your shoulder to keep quiet. Her juices coat your cock, dripping onto the sheets beneath you.

But she isn’t done.

Still trembling, she pulls off slowly, your cock slick and throbbing in the dark. She smirks, grabbing your jaw. “Don’t think you’re finished yet.”

You whisper hoarsely, “Sohee, enough—please—”

“Mm-mm,” she shakes her head, already sliding down the bed. “You’re not done until I say so.”

She pushes the blanket down just enough to expose your cock, glistening in the dim light. She spits on it quietly, then strokes you with one hand while glancing at your fiancée’s sleeping form.

“Look at her,” Sohee whispers, voice dripping with venomous lust. “Sleeping so peacefully while I play with her fiancé’s cock. Should I wake her? Should I make her watch while I swallow you whole?”

You grit your teeth, whispering back: “Don’t—don’t you dare—”

Her smirk widens. “Then stay quiet.”

She bends down, wrapping her lips around you, sucking slow and wet. The slurping sound makes you panic, terrified it’ll wake your fiancée. You clutch the blanket, body tense, trying to hold in every groan.

Sohee pulls off with a quiet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mmm… I love how you taste. But I’m not wasting this load.”

She climbs back over you, sliding down onto your cock again in one smooth motion. Both of you bite back gasps.

“Fuck—yes,” she whispers harshly, riding you harder this time. “Give it to me—fill me up until I can’t hold it in.”

Her nails dig into your shoulders, her face twisted in pleasure as she bounces faster. The wet slap of her ass against your thighs grows louder.

Your fiancée shifts again, sighs, then turns over, arm brushing yours. Both of you freeze.

Sohee leans in close, sweat dripping, her lips brushing your cheek. “One more thrust and she’ll wake up,” she teases. “Do you want her to find out how good her man cums for his sister?”

Your restraint shatters. You thrust up hard into her, and she gasps, biting down on your lip to muffle the sound. Her pussy clenches violently, milking you as your orgasm rips through you.

Hot cum spills inside her, thick and endless, and she grinds desperately to take it all, her body shaking as another climax hits her.

Her forehead drops to yours, both of you panting silently, trembling from the intensity.

Finally, she whispers, voice hoarse, “That’s it… good boy. You’re mine now. She can never fuck you like I can.”

She slowly lifts off, cum dripping out of her, and pushes it back inside with her fingers. She smears some across your cock, then leans down to lick it clean with a filthy grin.

Kissing you softly, she whispers one last time: “Sleep well. Tomorrow, you’ll look at her, and only you will know your cock was inside me all night.”

And with that, she slips away into the dark, leaving you ruined beneath the blanket, your fiancée still asleep at your side.

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chrissssssmut · 14 days ago

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Ain’t writing about real people kinda weird

I understand your sentiment! But personally, i consider the idols I write to be in a different universe, far from what we actually see in our life. Obviously, you guys should know that everything I write here is fictional! It won't be everyone's cup of tea! 🫡

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chrissssssmut · 15 days ago