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[CHANNEL_9] fromis_9 '채널나인' EP60. Spotlighting 🐿️ Part.3
fromis_9 Lee Chaeyoung
11,660 words (Co-edited by @digipigichopshop & @dnd-writes)
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After "reviewing" an intense office romance starring fromis_9's main vocalist, Park Jiwon, you are now left with 8 more alluring videos featuring the remaining members to explore and indulge in. You feel teased after witnessing the explicit nature of the first video. Watching Jiwon's naked body as she partakes in what might be the best sexual experience caught on film got you pitching a tent underneath your pants. But that doesn't seem to be enough. After all, what's not to say that the other videos won't push your limits even further?
You choose among the many files that fill your computer folder, looking for the next video to review. The first thing that catches your eye is the thumbnail with the group’s playful and charismatic rapper, Chaeyoung. The entire fromis_9 is full of pretty faces and hot figures, but you've always been drawn to Chaeyoung's magnetic charm. She's funny, talented, and has a captivating stage presence… And now you find yourself eager to see how she can ignite your desires in this next video.
You press the play button and the "Channel_9" intro plays alongside its colorful intro card. As their video editor, you ponder what elements can be included in this video to tie it to the first one seamlessly. With a mischievous grin on your face, you decide to include a recap from the previous video where Jiwon's sensual encounter left you craving for more. You think it's a wonderful idea, but watching this current video to its completion comes first.
After the intro, the video shows a huge indoor swimming complex. The video shows its many pools and amenities, filled with many hues of blue and sparkling with crystal-clear water, and inviting everyone to dive in. It then shifts to an aerial shot of Chaeyoung outside of the area walking towards it. The camera switches to that of the crew following her to have a better view of this video’s main star, wearing a creative mix of a red strapless dress over a white buttoned shirt and red heels. Her long figure is accentuated by the dress, giving her a seductive yet sophisticated look.
However, as the camera focuses on her, Chaeyoung seems to look more hesitant than anything, curious as to what might be inside.
"Is this really the place?" Chaeyoung wonders aloud, her voice full of excitement and anticipation.
"Yes," one of the crew softly replies.
"What is this place? It could be like an indoor pool," Chaeyoung suggests, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
She walks a bit further and reaches the entrance of the indoor swimming area. It didn't take long for her to realize that her assumption was correct.
"An indoor pool? Oh wow, it really is," Chaeyoung exclaims, her voice filled with awe.
As she steps further inside, the view switches to a bird's eye view of the entirety of the swimming area from a drone camera. Despite her tall frame, the captured angle makes Chaeyoung look like a small figure in this large aquatic paradise.
"Wow. This place looks nice," she murmurs to herself. "They even have big slides!"
She continues to explore the vast complex, taking in the many sights and sounds around her. Her eagerness to take a dip in the many pools becomes more and more evident as she starts to softly whine every time her eyes catch anything new and exciting.
"You want to swim, don't you?" one of the crew playfully asks Chaeyoung, teasing her.
"Of course," she replies with a mischievous smile, before letting out a deep sigh. "I wish I didn't wear this outfit."
"But you look good in it."
"But I want to swim," she pouts, defeated as she looks at her clothing.
The crew chuckles at her cute yet disappointed expression.
"Can we go back here again?" she asks.
"Maybe?" the crew replies, a teasing tone in their voice.
Her eyes widened in hope and excitement. "Really? We can?"
"Well, we can certainly try to make it happen," they respond, their tone filled with amusement.
"Yes!" Chaeyoung claps her hands in glee.
"But this is a filming studio, after all," they point out.
"Ugh…" Chaeyoung groans, sounding frustrated.
"So we should coordinate with them first if we can use this place again," they suggest.
"It's a shame we can't just go here whenever we can," she pouts.
The crew again laughs at her remarks.
Her witty nature, paired with her playful banters, makes Chaeyoung a delight to work with. She's more than just a pretty face, her vibrant and welcoming personality makes her a good addition to any project. Many fans often discuss how she rarely lands any invitations to shows or events, be it as a guest or a host. Her level of professionalism, paired with her natural charm, will make her a great asset to any production.
Chaeyoung and the crew continue to explore the huge swimming facility, stumbling into more breathtaking pools and attractions along the way. They then end up in a huge yet shallow pool. What's interesting is that despite the water being shallow, it doesn't look like a pool meant for children. The pool is decorated as if it's a sports arena, with goals on each end and border lines drawn on the bottom. A scoreboard is also visible, adding to the air of competition and excitement.
"Wow! This area looks great!" Chaeyoung exclaims, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.
She then proceeds to walk further into the pool area, trying to get a closer look at the intricately designed space. But as she takes a few more steps, the crew then takes their leave to let her explore on her own. She waves and bows at them as her way of appreciation for accompanying her thus far. As they part ways, the camera view then switches to those inside the area, capturing the entire place from much better angles.
As she goes deeper into the pool area, she notices a man nearby who seems to be doing some stretches.
"Uhh… Hello," Chaeyoung tries to grab the man's attention with a friendly tone as she steps closer to him.
"Ah! Hello there," the man turns to her and slightly bows, a polite smile on his face.
"Hello to you as well," she responds with a warm smile before bowing in return.
The man stands up from his task and walks closer to Chaeyoung, offering a friendly handshake.
"So I will be your partner today."
She softly giggles before accepting her handshake. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," he replies, his voice calm and friendly. "Chaeyoung, is it?"
"Yes. I guess I'm in the right place," she says with a playful grin.
"I guess you are," he chuckles. "So, are you ready?"
Chaeyoung then looks at him, dumbfounded.
"Eh?"
"I was told that we're going to have a friendly game of water polo," he explains, pointing towards the goals and lines in the pool.
She is then left speechless for a moment, her eyes staring at nothing in particular as she looks as if she's processing her situation.
"So, are you up for it?" he asks her again, his voice filled with anticipation.
Chaeyoung then chuckles, still staring into nothingness, before looking at him. "I wasn't even informed that I'll be swimming today."
She then turns her attention to one of the many cameras surrounding them as if looking at the staff themselves.
"Why did you make me wear this?" she yells at them laughing, playfully pointing at her outrageous office get-up.
Her partner then bursts out laughing at her unexpected reaction. "Wait. What's wrong?"
Chaeyoung then looks at him, still laughing but looking defeated. "I can't swim in this!"
He scratches his head in amusement as he has never been in a situation quite like this before, let alone see someone attempt to swim wearing office attire.
"Well that can be a problem," he says, chuckling.
"Oh no," she then starts to worry about the challenge at hand. "Do I immediately fail the challenge?"
"I don't think so. No," he attempts to reassure her worries as he thinks of a way to salvage the situation.
Suddenly, one of the monitors in the room turns on, catching their attention. On the screen, a message appears where it says the following;
“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST>
Aim to be the best water polo player ever!
Score as much as you can against your opponent.
Regular water polo rules don’t apply. Do whatever you can to win!
Complete this mission to earn your group a reward.
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"
They both read the message on the screen, their eyes widening in surprise. Chaeyoung then looks at him with eyes full of concern.
"A time limit? How much time do we have?" she asks, feeling lost and nervous.
The scoreboard suddenly hums to life, catching their attention. The timer displays 120 minutes on the clock, making them realize they have a generous amount of time to complete the challenge.
"Oh, neat," he remarks. "We have plenty of time."
“Yeah,” She nods as she thinks about her situation. "But I'm wearing these clothes…"
"Right," he responds with a small chuckle.
"What should I do?" she asks, her worry slowly getting the best of her.
As he struggles to think of a way to help her, he shrugs his shoulders. "I guess you'd have to take them off."
"Sure," She chuckles nervously. “But you see…”
“Yes?” he asks.
"I don't have any swimsuits on me," she admits, blushing.
He then let out a chuckle at her sudden confession. "So you're just in your underwear, then?"
She nods at him. "Yep."
"If that's the case," he pauses for a moment, before adding, "Then it won't be much different from regular water polo."
"Really?" Chaeyoung's eyes widened, curious to hear his thoughts.
"Yes. Some beginners play water polo in their underwear, with the lack of preparation and all," he further explains, chuckling as he goes.
"I see…" she nods as she understands the situation. "So my case is actually a common thing, huh?"
"Correct," he nods, smiling. "Even professionals do their practice rounds wearing underwear when they forget to bring one."
“Is that so?” She laughs. "So it's just practice for me then."
He chuckles. "You can say that."
Suddenly, all her worries seem to have vanished. She smiles and nods at herself, a look of determination in her eyes.
"Alright," she exclaims, excited to accept the challenge. "I'll take the challenge then."
"That's the spirit!" He cheers her and gives her a thumbs up.
"So…"
Chaeyoung's eyes then begin to wander around the pool area, as if looking for something.
 "Should I just strip here?"
Her query catches him off guard, blushing before laughing at himself. "Ah, right. The nearest changing room is a bit far from here. It might take you a while to walk there."
"I see," she responds, understanding the situation. "Guess I’ll do a quick one here."
"Sure. I’ll stay back," He tells her as he steps back a few steps, raising his arm as he does.
"Right! Let's do this, then…"
Chaeyoung steps a bit away from him and begins to undress.
Her partner is then left to watch her as she attempts to remove every article of her clothing. Her high heels come off first, then the belt that holds the entire ensemble, followed by her orange tube dress. As she is halfway through unzipping the dress, she suddenly stops, looking at him for a moment.
"Oh. Umm…" She looks at him, feeling shy.
"What is it?" he asks, curious.
"Can you…" she pauses, her hands pointing at the stuck zipper.
"You want me to help you with that?" He asks again, smirking this time.
She nods, feeling embarrassed.
"Yes, please…"
"Sure thing," he nods and approaches her.
He grabs hold of the zipper with one hand, the other resting on Chaeyoung's shoulder. His strength easily resists the dress, as it slides downwards without issue. She then sighs with relief, another piece of clothing is peeled off her body.
"Phew," she sighs, relieved. "Thank you."
"No problem," He smiles at her before gesturing at her if he can let go of the dress. "May I?"
"Yes," she replies with a smile, her eyes glancing at his hands.
He lets go of his hands and like a swift wind, her orange dress slides down her body. Chaeyoung’s partner stands there, admiring her figure as she is left in her white buttoned shirt with a hint of her blue panties peeking from the bottom.
"Wow. You look beautiful," he compliments her, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"Thank you," he smiles and blushes.
She then goes back to business and unbuttons her shirt, revealing her bright blue bra. She slowly slides the garment down her arms, slowly revealing her slender body to him. He can't help but have his mouth open, his eyes admiring her beautiful physique. If anyone else was in his position, they would've pounced at her and ravished her right then and there, but he doesn't. He restrains himself as much as he can. And who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen along the way.
After a few seconds of gazing at her, he snaps himself back to reality, remembering the challenge at hand.
"So?" he asks her. "Ready?"
She nods, smiling. "Yes. Shall we?"
"After you," he gestures at her to dip in first.
Chaeyoung nods again and walks closer to the pool. She steps in it, slightly wincing as the water comes up to her calves.
"Ooh! It's cold," she whines, slightly grimacing.
"Are you okay?" he asks, curious to hear her response. "Is the water good?"
"I'm fine," she says, reassuring him. "Just a little chilly."
"Good to hear," he giggles, following her into the pool.
They perform quick stretches before they position themselves to face each other, ready to play a game of water polo.
"So, the goal is to score as many goals as I can, right?" Chaeyoung asks, feeling excited and nervous about the challenge at hand.
"Yes. So do your best," he replies with a wide grin, excitement evident in his tone.
"Right," she smiles, nodding at his response. "And go easy on me."
"I'll try," he chuckles, his eyes smiling along with his lips.
Chaeyoung then nods and readies herself to play.
The clock begins to tick, counting down before starting the game.
3… 2… 1…
And with a loud horn, the game starts.
The slightly serene water of the pool is replaced with large splashes as the two move fast toward the ball floating in the middle. Chaeyoung’s partner was able to reach it first with his long arms, but she swiftly reacted by swatting it away. Both then swim as fast as they can to recover the ball. Luckily for her, the water moves the ball closer to her position and she can reach it just before he does.
"Not too bad," he comments, impressed at how fast she is.
She smirks as if she already has a plan in mind. "You better get ready!"
Chaeyoung rushes toward the goal as fast as she can. In response, her partner moves towards it as well to defend it. As they near the goal, Chaeyoung, with the ball in her hands, attempts a big swing towards it, aiming for the side. He catches onto her plan and immediately positions himself in front of the goal, blocking it. With no time to waste, she lets out a loud grunt as she propels the ball out of his hands, hoping that it lands in the goal.
Unfortunately, the ball falls short, falling inches in front of him instead.
She grimaces as her attempt to score fails.
“Ah, no way!”
"Nice try, though," he says, smirking.
She hesitates to approach the ball for another attempt. But as she sees him, who is much closer, reaching for it, she abandons her plan.
"Oh, no…" she hisses. "Not on my watch."
Without a moment's hesitation, Chaeyoung drags herself towards her own end of the pool, leaving her partner with the ball. As she gets nearer to her goal line, she looks back to check his position. And to her surprise, he's already behind her, halfway through the pool, with the ball in his hands.
"Okay!" he yells, smiling. "My turn!"
"Wha—?!" she reacts, her eyes widening.
"Got you!" he says, as he winds her arms for the throw.
"Wait! That's unfair!" she frantically swims away, attempting to put some distance between them.
With the ball in his hands, he throws it straight towards the goal. As Chaeyoung desperately tries to catch up to the ball, she slips backward. This causes her to flail her arms and legs wildly. But with a stroke of luck, as she stumbles around in the pool, her feet catch the ball, hitting it. The ball then flies outside of the pool, landing on the hard floor of the facility.
"Oh!" he exclaims as he watches everything unfold. "That was something else."
After a few moments, Chaeyoung recovers her footing and is then left standing in the shallow pool, still disoriented from the tumble.
"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.
She nods and raises her hand as if giving him a thumbs up. She wipes the water from her face and her hair, taking a few breaths as she recollects her thoughts.
"I'm okay," she chuckles, trying to catch her breath.
"That was quite a tumble you did," he comments, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah. I slipped," she replies, slightly shaking her head.
"I saw that," he giggles. "Are you good to go?"
"Yeah. Just a little bit dizzy," she reassures him, a hint of exhaustion in her tone.
"Okay. Let me just go get the ball," he says, getting off the pool to retrieve the ball.
"Wait. Where did it land?" she asks, scanning her surroundings for the lost item.
"It flew outside of the pool," he then pointed towards a spot outside. "Over there."
"Oh…" her eyes widen as she realizes her blunder. "I can't believe I kicked it that far."
He chuckles. "It happens to everyone. It's fine."
He quickly gets to where the ball is and picks it up.
"Let me get that," she says, moving towards him.
"Thanks," he smiles before softly tossing the ball to her. "Here you go."
"Oop!" she yelps, catching the ball in her hands. "Got it!"
"Nice catch," he praises her, smiling as he tosses himself into the pool.
"Thanks!" she smiles and waves, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Alright. Another round?" he asks, eager to start another round.
She nods. "Sure."
They again position themselves before resuming the game.
"Since you touched the ball before it went outside the pool," he says, looking at her. "The possession goes to me."
"Ah…" Chaeyoung sighs. "Fair enough."
He chuckles. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance to score."
"Yeah, yeah," she nods, smiling. "Do your worst."
She then throws the ball to him as they're about to start another round.
"No hard feelings?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Nah," She chuckles.
"But don't underestimate me."
"We'll see about that," he smiles as the horns sound, resuming the game.
Chaeyoung’s partner immediately makes a beeline towards the goal. His slim yet muscular build allows him to cut through the water with ease. But Chaeyoung isn't just a pretty face, as her lithe frame helps her keep up with his speed. Together with her silly and rather "unorthodox" methods of blocking him from scoring, her strategy is paying off, even though her opponent is much bigger than her. Neither of them is advancing any further, the two seemingly in a deadlock.
"You're good at this," he asks, impressed.
"Am I now?" she replies, smiling.
"Yes," he grins. "You should consider doing water polo as a hobby."
"I guess I should," she responds, giggling.
He chuckles. "Good to hear."
Their game goes on for quite some time with them in the same spot, neither of them scoring anything.  Chaeyoung is doing everything she can to block his every move and eventually steal the ball from him, while her partner tries to get past her and keep the ball from her. They are growing tired of this stalemate, but neither of them is giving up anytime soon.
"Okay, now…" he suddenly pauses, raising his arms in the air.
"Eh?" Chaeyoung is left confused. "What now?"
"Time to score," he makes a sudden dash towards the goal.
"Hey! Wait!" she yelps, attempting to block him.
His sudden burst of energy catches her off guard and causes her to stumble again. He quickly uses this opportunity to gain more ground. He is slowly getting past her.
"Wait up… Nghh!" she groans as she desperately tries to catch up to him.
"This is it!" he declares, his voice filled with excitement.
He then winds up his arms for a throw. But as he is doing so, Chaeyoung quickly recovers and desperately halts his movements just in time, her arms locking with his, rendering him unable to shoot the ball.
"No, you won't!" She grunts, determined to stop him.
He is left powerless as he feels her strength, her hands clasping his tightly.
"Woah! You're strong," he gasps, taken aback by her power.
She looks at him, her eyes gleaming with confidence and determination.
"Not gonna let that happen!"
They continue to struggle against each other, their bodies touching as they attempt to overcome one another. As the situation for the first goal becomes tense, their clashing bodies cause them to stumble and fall into the water. But even after falling, Chaeyoung's hands remain firm on his, determined not to lose. In such desperation, she tries to grab a hold of him in any way that she can. She manages to get a grip on his waist, but that's when things take a turn for the worse.
As Chaeyoung’s partner finds a way to let go of her, her hands unknowingly grab her trunks. With not a lot of options in his hands, he decides to just sprint for the goal. But as he does so, her tight grip causes the trunks to slide off his waist, revealing his privates.
"What the?" his eyes widened, caught off guard by what happened.
"Ahh!" she lets out a yelp, surprised.
His face flushes in embarrassment as he tries to cover his private area with the ball in his arms.
"Wait a minute. Lemme just…" He fumbles around, trying to pull his trunks back up.
"Ah! Uhh… Sorry!" she apologizes, feeling flustered.
"Heheh… No worries," he giggles, feeling awkward about the situation.
She blushes, avoiding his gaze. "I'm really sorry about that."
"No, really. It's all good," he says, smiling.
"I wasn't thinking that…" she says, shaking her head.
"No need to worry. It was an accident," he says, grinning.
"Right," she responds, nodding. "Still, I'm really sorry."
"It's alright," he reassures her. "We can still continue the game."
"Mhmm… Sure," she nods, still looking flustered from the incident.
"Hmmm…" he inspected her for a moment, thinking. "Are you sure you're good?"
"Yes. I'm fine," she replies, nodding.
"Okay. If you say so," he responds.
"But how about we take a break?"
"Can we?" she asks, feeling excited at the thought.
"Sure. Seems like we both could use a breather," he says, grinning.
"Well… Alright then," she giggles.
He then extends his hand, gesturing at her to take his hand.
"Shall we?"
She grabs her hand as he helps her get back up.
"Thanks," she says, smiling.
"No problem," he grins.
They then get off the pool, walking towards a row of lounge chairs placed nearby.
"Ahh…" she sighs as she sits on the chair stretching her body. "That was exhausting."
"Yeah," he nods as he hands her over a pair of towels. "But was it fun?"
"Definitely!" she smiles as she grabs one of the towels. "Thank you, by the way."
“Don't mention it," he grins. "So how about some drinks?"
"I would love to," she smiles as she wraps herself in the towel. "I'll wait here if that's alright with you."
Chaeyoung's partner then heads over to the bar nearby to get some refreshments. She is left to her thoughts, thinking about how the game went so far.
“Jeez. This is really exciting.”
A smile spreads across her face, feeling delighted about the current situation. She then feels a slight tingle down her thighs, as if she's getting turned on.
"Nghh… This is bad," she whispers to herself, stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.
She then looks at where her partner is, watching him grab a couple of drinks at the bar. He seems to be taking his time doing so.
The coast is clear.
She shifts her thighs, trying to ease the sensation. But instead of stopping, it only gets stronger. She lets out a soft moan, her body feeling the familiar heat.
"No, not here," she whispers to herself, her hands stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.
As if she can't control her body anymore, her fingers wander downwards. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over her as her fingers gently touch her pussy.
"Fuck… So good," she murmurs, her fingers continuing to play with her wet lips.
Chaeyoung, unable to resist the temptation, decides to give in. Her fingers continue to tease her body, her pussy getting wetter with each touch. She begins to slowly up the pace, muffling her moans as her fingers thrust in and out of her pussy.
"Hngh!" she hisses, biting her lip. "So close…."
She begins to quicken her pace, her fingers plunging deep into her pussy. The intense stimulation causes her legs to buckle, her toes curling with pleasure.
"Ugh… Yes…" she gasps, her fingers fucking her pussy fast.
Her fingers reach deeper into her, sending a powerful surge of pleasure up her spine. She is close to the climax.
But just as she's about to reach her orgasm, the sudden sound of her partner's voice causes her to freeze in her tracks.
"Hey, Chaeyoung…" his voice rings in her ears.
Her eyes dart towards the direction of the voice. He's getting close.
"Shit! What timing," she hisses, frustrated, quickly removing her hand from her pussy.
She then quickly pulls her hands up and wipes her juices on the towel. She adjusts her sitting position afterward, trying to make herself look natural.
“Sorry, I took so long,” he apologizes as he hands her a cold bottle of soda. “Here’s your drink.”
"Oh! T-thank you," she replies, her hands shaking as she grabs the bottle.
"Hmmm…" he looks at her, curious. "Are you okay?"
"M-me? Yeah! I'm fine," she replies, laughing awkwardly.
“Are you sure?” he continues to stare at her, looking as if he doesn't believe her. “You look red.”
"R-red? Me?" she giggles awkwardly. “I-it’s probably the… Heat. Yes! T-that’s it.”
"Well…" he says, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know if I grabbed a good drink for you. The bar doesn't seem to have much to offer."
"It's fine! T-this is nice," she giggles.
"Well that's good to hear," he smiles, before laying down on the chair next to her.
She opens her bottle and gulps down half of the content as if her throat is parched.
"Phew…" she sighs, wiping her mouth.
"You seem thirsty," he comments.
His sudden query almost made Chaeyoung spill her drink.
"T-thirsty?" she frantically responds, almost stuttering.
"Yeah. You seem to be sipping your drink fast," he points out.
"Ahh… That. Hehehe," she awkwardly giggles, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Well, y’know… It's been a hot day."
"Yeah. It sure is," he replies, relaxing his body. "This weather makes me feel hot and sticky."
"Sticky, huh…" she murmurs to herself, trying to keep her composure.
"So how's the game so far? You're holding up well," he compliments her, a playful grin on his face.
"Ah, yes," she nods, laughing. "I, uhh… I'm doing my best."
"You have the makings of a good water polo player," he adds, his grin growing wider.
"Is that so?" she continues to laugh, her cheeks blushing.
"You gave me a hard score, after all," he remarks, chuckling.
"I did, didn't I?" she giggles, feeling embarrassed.
"Yeah. You're creative in your tactics, too," he adds.
"C-creative?" she asks, curious.
"Well, you know…" he then slightly tugs her swimming trunks, reminding her of the silly incident earlier.
"O-oh," she blushes, remembering what happened. "That one…"
"It was a pretty bold move if you ask me," he chuckles, amused.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," she apologizes, looking embarrassed.
"You don't have to apologize," he says, his voice calm.
"I… I got so into the game that I didn't notice what I was doing," she explains, looking embarrassed.
"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?" he jokes, smirking. "I might even do the same thing if the situation calls for it."
Chaeyoung's eyes then widened, surprised at his answer. "R-really? You mean…"
"Just kidding!" he bursts into laughter, finding her reaction amusing. "You're only in your underwear, so I wouldn't consider doing that."
"But you're only wearing trunks yourself!" she exclaims, chuckling. "We're pretty much on the same boat here."
"So are you proposing an 'equal' fight, then?" he grins, teasing her.
"Well… I mean…" Chaeyoung blushes, feeling shy. "Ah! Forget what I said."
"Come on now. Don't get shy on me," he teases, smirking.
She hesitates to let out what's on her mind. Granted her sexual frustration and her partner's teasing are getting the better of her, but she eventually gives in.
"Fine," she grumbles.
"So what is it?" he asks, his voice calm and patient.
"Well," she pauses for a moment, her eyes wandering. "I was just saying that maybe it's okay if we could just—"
The horn suddenly blares aloud, interrupting her speech.
"Oh. Time's up already?" he asks, getting back up.
Chaeyoung then sighs at the impeccable timing. "So it is."
"Well, shall we go back?" he asks, lending her a hand to stand up.
"Sure," she replies, nodding. "Let's go."
They then both head back into the water to continue where they left off. They are left with 23 minutes on the clock.
"Ready for more?" he asks, smiling.
She smiles, her body ready. "Yeah. Let's do this!"
And with another loud blare of the horn, the game resumes.
Both of them hauls ass towards the middle, trying to get to the ball first. Chaeyoung manages to reach the ball first and firmly grasps it with both hands.
"Aha!" she declares. "Got it!"
"Nicely done!" her partner applauds her, smiling.
"Hehe… Thanks," she replies, giggling. "Now it's my turn!"
She does all she can to reach the goal as fast as she can. However, his athletic frame makes him move to block it before she can reach it.
"I want to see you try scoring again," he says, smirking.
"Aish…" She grunts, her eyes determined. "We'll see about that."
As Chaeyoung approaches the goal, she slowly thinks of a way to overcome him. An idea then suddenly pops into her head, giving her a newfound motivation.
"Okay…" she mumbles, as she comes up with a plan.
"Ready when you are," he firmly stands in his position, his eyes fixed on the ball.
Suddenly, she then attempts a flurry of fake shots, jumping in all directions in the hopes of baiting him to fall off-balance. As silly as she looks, her partner reacts in kind, trying to block her in every direction she jumps.
"I'm gonna get you!" she declares, giggling.
"Try if you can," he retorts, his grin widening.
As competitive as they get, a glimmer of joy and fun is present in their eyes. They're having fun. The fierce tension in the air doesn't stop them from enjoying themselves.
After a few moments, Chaeyoung finally takes the bait and dashes straight towards the goal, the ball in her hand. Her partner follows suit, hoping to stop her. They both rush towards each other to accomplish their own plans. As they come closer to each other and the tension continues to rise, Chaeyoung decides to jump out of the water as high as she can and throws the ball towards the goal.
"Get in there!" she yells as she lets go of the ball.
He reacts by reaching for the ball with his hand, attempting to block the shot.
"Got it!" he said in glee.
But in the nick of time, Chaeyoung swats the ball away with her hands, sending it upwards towards the goal.
They were frozen in their tracks, watching where the ball would land. A mix of emotions fills them both as it comes nearer to the goal.
"Did I score?"
"Did she miss?"
The ball then touches the edge of the goal, sending it bouncing to the side and landing a few inches away from the goal line.
"Agh! No!" Chaeyoung cries as the ball falls short of the goal.
"Whew! That was a close one," her partner exclaims, a bit exhausted.
He then rushes to recover the ball, attempting to score his own. But despite her failed attempt, she is quick to react and runs for her side of the pool to defend her goal.
"No way am I letting you score that easily!" she declares, smirking
He chuckles. "Good. Bring it on, then."
He winds up his arms for a big throw, while she prepares herself for his next move. He throws the ball as high as he can, far from her reach. But Chaeyoung isn't going to let him win that easily. She jumps another time, and with her long reach, is able to grab the ball in mid-air. It sends the ball out of bounds, outside the pool.
"Nice!" she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air.
"Ugh…" he groans, slightly annoyed. "That was a good block."
"Thanks," she smiles. "I have a good opponent."
"I'm honored," he chuckles.
After exchanging compliments and a few seconds of rest, they again prepare themselves for more water polo. They continue to attempt to score a goal for themselves as the other party tries their best to block their every move. Their restraints are slowly coming off as the two of them are willing to get up close and personal with each other during the game. With how serious the two of them are getting, Chaeyoung's partner can't help but exert a bit of his strength tussling against her. His hands, in a desperate attempt to retrieve the ball, accidentally end up grasping the softness of her butt
"Hngh!" she suddenly lets out a sharp gasp.
"Oh. Sorry!" he apologizes, retracting his hands.
"It… It's fine," she quickly recovers, smiling. "D-don't worry about it."
"Alright then," he says, still looking a bit apologetic.
They continue playing, but the situation seems to have shifted into a more sexual one. It's evident in their eyes the fire that makes them determined to win the challenge. But at the same time, the same fire emanates a more intense passion between the two of them. Gone are the subtleties they have for each other from the first few minutes of the challenge, now they're going all out, showing no signs of holding back.
As the game goes on, the two's bodies are getting closer and closer. Their touches aren't accidental anymore. They're deliberate, seeking a certain sensation from each other. And as their excitement grows, so does the tension in the air. The desire to get to each other becomes more apparent with each passing moment. This isn't just a game anymore. It has become a test of wills—a battle to see who'll succumb first. Getting physical is the name of the game, after all. 
A few moments later, they again find themselves at a stalemate, the two staring at each other intently, neither giving up their guard.
"You're getting better at this," he comments, smirking.
She chuckles. "Not gonna let you score that easily."
"You think so, huh?" he asks, teasing her.
"Yeah, you bet," she replies, smirking.
"Well have at it, then," he says, challenging her.
As they are about to have another go, the horn blares out loud, catching their attention.
"Huh? Is it over already?" Chaeyoung asks, surprised.
"Doesn't seem like it," her partner responds, his gaze fixated on his timer. "We still have several minutes to go."
"Hmmm… Then what seems to be the—oh! Look at the screen."
They both then turn their heads toward the big screen in the middle. A message is being displayed, informing the players of another challenge.
"ATTENTION BOTH PLAYERS:
As neither player hasn't scored so far, we have decided to change the current challenge."
They are both confused, not expecting this sudden change.
"What does that mean?" Chaeyoung asks, perplexed.
"I have no idea," her partner shrugs. "Let's see what else is there to know."
The message on the screen changes again. It reads the following:
“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST
1. Can you be the best lover in the pool?
2. Try and make your partner cum as much as possible! There are no rules!"
3. Whoever cums the most loses.
4. Win this mission to earn your group a reward.
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"
"Huh? What in the world is that?" Chaeyoung exclaims after reading the text on the screen, blushing.
"Woah!" his jaw drops, his eyes wide. "That's some challenge."
"So, are we really gonna…" she asks, looking at him, her face flustered.
"Looks like our game took a different turn, didn't it?" he chuckles, smiling at her.
"Yeah. I guess so," she giggles, her hands fiddling.
"Shall we… Do the challenge?" he asks, curious as to how she'll react.
She hesitates, her mind conflicted. However, the need to fulfill her lust and desires seems to overwhelm her, as she has no choice but to go with it.
"Uhmm… You see," she starts to say, her tone soft and a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"You haven't done this yet, have you?" he asks, his expression calm.
"I mean…" Chaeyoung fiddles with her fingers, not looking him in the eye. "N-not that I haven't, but…"
"It's fine," he reassures her, smiling. "Bad experience?"
She shakes her head. "N-not with the real one, at least."
"I see," he nods, his hand grazing over her arm. "It's alright. We can just take it slow."
"Y-yeah, I guess…" she nods, agreeing.
They slowly approach each other, their bodies becoming closer and closer. They stare at each other's eyes, their bodies shivering. He then reaches out his hand and gently holds her chin, lifting it up, his face moving closer. She feels the warmth of his breath, their lips a mere centimeter apart.
"So, shall we begin?" he whispers, his voice soft and gentle.
She doesn't respond. Instead, she closes her eyes and presses her lips against his, sealing the deal.
Their bodies are pressed against each other, their skin touching, as the kiss grows deeper and longer. She wraps her arms around his waist, her hands touching his back. He, on the other hand, moves his hand down her hips, grabbing her buttocks.
"Mmmh…" she moans softly as their tongues intertwine.
Chaeyoung’s partner then slowly moves his hands towards her breast, his fingers fondling it. She lets out another soft moan, feeling his fingers rub her nipple.
"Feeling good?" he asks, breaking the kiss.
She nods, "Y-yes…"
He smiles, happy to see her reaction.
"I'll take it further," he says as he begins kissing her neck.
"Ahh… That tickles," she giggles, his kisses causing her body to tingle.
He continues to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing the curves of Chaeyoung's delicate skin. She moans softly, enjoying the sensation. His hand then slowly moves downwards, cupping her buttocks.
"Mnnh!" she gasps, his hands kneading her ass.
He smirks, amused at her reaction.
"Liking it?" he asks, grinning.
"Ahhh! Y-yes," she stammers, her body shuddering.
"Good," he says, his tone gentle. "I hope you're ready for more."
He continues to knead her soft butt, his hands grabbing a handful of her soft, round flesh. She lets out a series of moans, her body shivering with pleasure.
"Ahh, fuck…" she moans, her breathing getting heavy.
Her partner then continues his advance. As he moves his lips down her neck and onto her chest, he slowly unclasps her drenched bra, freeing her breasts from its confinement.
"Oh, wow… Chaeyoung-ah," he whispers, his eyes fixed on her chest.
Chaeyoung's nipples are already erect and glistening with the water from the pool. He then looks at her, his eyes burning with lust and desire.
"How cute," he whispers, his fingers gently tracing her nipples.
"Not there, not—hngh!" she whimpers, her body jolting from the touch.
He then continues to fondle her breasts, his fingers massaging her nipples. Her face turns red, feeling a tingling sensation in her body.
"Fuck… So good…" she pants, her voice soft and weak.
"You're really sensitive here, aren't you?" he teases, his voice playful.
Chaeyoung nods, her face flushed. "I… I'm just not used to—nghh!."
He chuckles, finding her reaction adorable.
"Let's move on to something else, then," he says, his voice calm.
"W-what is it? What are we going to—"
He places his index finger on her lips, signaling her to stop talking.
"Hush, Chaeyoung."
Her partner then lowers himself and grabs her panties, slowly sliding them off. He tosses her soaked underwear outside the pool, leaving her fully naked.
Chaeyoung attempts to cover her body with her hands as much as she can, her cheeks burning from the embarrassment.
"I-I hope you're l-liking the view," she stutters, her face turning a deep shade of red.
"Of course I do," he replies, his voice firm.
"I-I don't think I'm that—"
"Shhh…" he again interrupts her. "There's no need to be shy."
"O-okay…" she replies, nodding.
"Just relax and let me take care of you," he says, his voice soft and gentle.
His words send shivers down her spine, her body shivering from his words.
He slowly moves Chaeyoung's hand that covers her crotch and spreads her legs open, exposing her wet pussy.
"Such a pretty sight," he murmurs, admiring her glistening pussy.
"Mmmh… Can you stop?" she groans, her pussy aching with need.
"Oh, I’m sorry," he chuckles, his hands gently caressing her thighs.
"I'll get right into it."
"P-please… I can't wait," she stammers, her face red.
His hands slowly move upwards towards her inner thighs, his fingers grazing her delicate skin.
"So soft… So warm," he whispers, his fingers touching her folds.
"Aah! T-that's so good," she whimpers, her breathing getting heavy.
His fingers continue to explore her wet pussy, his fingertips caressing her sensitive clit.
"You're so wet, Chaeyoung," he teases, his fingers brushing against her swollen clit.
"T-that's because we… We're in w-water," she stutters, her body trembling.
"Excuses, excuses," he laughs, his tone playful. "You know what I mean."
"I-I can't help it!" she whines, her face flushed. "You're making me… Feel s-so good."
"Then let me make you feel even better," he says, his fingers now slowly penetrating her tight pussy.
"Ahh! Oh fuck," she yelps, her body shivering.
"Looks like you liked that," he whispers, his fingers pumping inside her.
She nods in response, her body shuddering with each thrust.
He adds another finger, his digits begin to thrust faster and harder.
"Fuck. So tight," he compliments, his voice husky. "You're taking my fingers so well"
"Ahhh! It's so… Deep!" Chaeyoung moans, her eyes shut tight.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, his fingers moving at a steady pace.
"Y-yes! Oh, shit. Yes!" she stammers, her body shuddering.
"Looks like you can't last much longer," he teases, his fingers continuing their assault.
"P-please… I'm gonna…" she looks at him with pleading eyes.
"Then go ahead. Cum for me," he commands, his fingers plunging deep.
Her body shakes as her orgasm approaches. She tries to grip whatever part of his body as best she can as her muscles tighten.
"I’m… I'm gonna!" she pants, her eyes squeezed shut.
"That's it, Chaeyoung. Just let go," he encourages, his voice gentle.
Finally, her body twitches and shudders, her pussy squeezing his fingers as her orgasm hits her hard. Her hips buck wildly, her body squirming as waves of pleasure wash over her. She elicits a loud moan as her pussy contracts, her juices spraying all over his hand.
"Yes! Oh fuck!" she yells, her body spasming.
"Good girl," he compliments her, his fingers still thrusting inside her.
"I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming!" she cries, her voice quivering.
"Keep cumming," he instructs as he continues to finger her, his fingers reaching deeper inside her.
"Please! Ahhh!" she moans, her body shivering with ecstasy.
"Come on, Chaeyoung. Let it all out," he says, his voice calm.
"I-I can't! I'm gonna… I'm gonna—ahhh!" she screams, her pussy squeezing his fingers one last time before releasing a huge gush of fluid, like a floodgate bursting open to the pool.
"Yes! Yes! Agh!" she screams, her body convulsing as she cums, her juices spraying onto her partner's hand.
He slowly pulls out his fingers, his hands sticky from her fluids.
"You sure did cum a lot, Chaeyoung," he comments, a playful grin on his face.
She doesn't answer, her face red, her body shivering with aftershocks. Her chest heaves, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
"So how was it?" he asks, curious about her thoughts.
"I'm… I can't think," she murmurs, her voice weak.
He chuckles, amused by her reaction.
"Seems like you liked that," he says, his tone teasing.
As much as she hates to admit it, she replies with a subtle nod.
"Though I hope you're ready for more," he whispers, grinning.
"Fuck. You're gonna be the death of me," she grunts, her breath still shaky.
"Don't worry," he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I'll be more gentle this time."
"For some reason, I don't believe you," she responds, her voice a mix of frustration and excitement.
"Oh, come on. I promise," he replies, his tone playful.
She sighs at his silly plea. "Fine. Whatever."
"So, anything on your mind?" he asks her, an excited glint in his eye.
Chaeyoung tries to think of something interesting to do with her partner. After a few seconds, she giggles before looking at him with a seductive smirk.
"How about…" she pauses for a moment, trying to build the tension.
"What is it?" he asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Hmmm… Come with me first!" She then grabs his arm and pulls him towards the edge of the pool.
He complies and allows her to drag him with her. Once they reach the edge, she pulls him in for a kiss before playfully pushing him, his back now against the wall.
"What now?" he asks, curious.
She doesn't reply, instead, her hands slowly move downwards. He gets the message and lets her work on removing his swimming trunks.
Chaeyoung's delicate hands slowly pull his shorts down, freeing his half-hard member. It seems that it hasn't reached its full size yet, but her eyes are fixed on such a huge object.
"Mmmh… It's so big," she murmurs, her eyes staring at his cock.
"I'm flattered," he smirks, his voice calm yet playful.
"You must be popular with the girls," she says, a playful smile on her face.
He chuckles. "You can say that."
She continues to stroke his member, her soft hands rubbing against his shaft. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her hands touching his skin.
"Ooh… Yeah," he groans. "You feel so nice."
"T-thank you," she giggles, her eyes glimmering with lust. "I'm trying to make this fucking cock bigger."
"Well, you're doing a good job," he grins, his cock slowly growing hard.
"Glad you're liking it," she replies as her pace gets faster, her hands quickly moving up and down his cock.
"Ugh… That's so good," he grunts, his hips rocking as her hands work their magic on his throbbing shaft.
"Enjoying the service?" she teases a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"Why wouldn't I?" he responds, his voice calm. "You're good at this."
She giggles, amused at his comment. "Beginner's luck, I guess."
"I can't tell if you're serious or joking," he replies, chuckling.
"Who knows?" she winks. "Does it matter?"
He pulls Chaeyoung closer, their faces mere inches from each other. The tension between the two continues to build, their breaths coming out hot and heavy as they stare into each other's eyes.
"Not in the slightest," he says, his tone deep and husky.
Without warning, his lips crash into hers, his hands pulling her even closer. His tongue slides into her mouth, exploring every inch of her soft, warm cavity. The young lady, as inviting as ever, reciprocates with an eagerness of her own.
Their tongues intertwine, their lips locked together. The two are locked in a passionate embrace as if they are two lovers who haven't seen each other in years. They continue to press their bodies against each other, their breaths becoming louder and hotter as the kiss becomes more intense.
As their kiss grows more and more passionate, his cock throbs in her hands, her pace getting faster and faster. As his shaft becomes harder and harder in her hands, it pulsates and begins to twitch.
"Are you close?" Chaeyoung breaks the kiss, a seductive smile can be seen on her face.
He nods, his cock fully erect and ready to burst.
The response from her partner causes her to increase her pace, her soft, delicate hands stroking his shaft vigorously. His hips begin to rock, his breathing getting heavier and faster.
"F-fuck… I'm so close…"
"Yes. Let it out," she purrs, her voice sultry. "Give me all of it."
"Chaeyoung-ah, I'm gonna…"
With one final stroke, his cock bursts, releasing a massive load of thick, white cum, covering her hands. She does her best to catch all of his semen in her hands, but the excessive amount he releases proves to be too much for her to handle and drips to the water below. She continues to stroke his shaft, milking his cock as her hands are fully covered in his seed.
"Oh, fuck…" he groans, his cock twitching as his load spurts out of his cock.
"You liked that, didn't you?" she asks, smirking.
"Hell yeah, I did," he chuckles, his body feeling exhausted.
"I can see why you're popular with the girls," she teases, her fingers scooping his seed and licking it off her fingers.
"Delicious."
He smiles. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"But.." she smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "The game's not over yet."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Chaeyoung quickly lowers herself, her face now positioned right in front of his member. Without hesitation, she engulfs his cock with her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip. Little by little, she forces herself to take his girthy shaft, her throat struggling to fit his length.
"H-hey!" he exclaims, surprised at her bold move.
She ignores her partner and continues to suck his cock, her pace increasing. Her mouth makes slurping noises, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him vigorously.
"Mmmh," she hums, his cock deep in her mouth.
"F-fuck… That's so good," he moans, his voice heavy with pleasure.
"I know," she mumbles, her lips wrapped around his cock.
"God… So good," he growls, his hips moving.
She continues to suck him, her head bobbing up and down his shaft. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire looking straight at him. Her eyes are like that of a predator, her prey now at her mercy.
"Ugh, shit…" he mutters, his breathing becoming heavier. "You're eager to get ahead of me, huh?"
She didn't answer. But her increase in speed and intensity is proof of her determination to beat him.
"Yes, that's it. Just like that," he praises, his voice heavy with arousal. "Fuck… Your mouth feels so fucking good."
She retreats and releases his member, a thick strand of cum and saliva connecting his swollen tip and her soft lips.
"Hope you don't mind me getting another point," she teases, a playful grin on her face.
"Just get on with it, " he grunts, smiling. "Fuck, you're a lewd sight."
"Oh shut up and enjoy, will you?" She teases, her tone sultry.
"You don't have to ask me twice," he chuckles, amused.
Chaeyoung again engulfs his shaft, her tongue lapping on his sensitive skin. She takes him whole in one go this time, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her eager attempt causes her to choke, but she does her best to not gag.
"Fuck… You're too good," he praises, his voice shaking.
She resumes to suck his cock, her head moving up and down his shaft. Her throat quickly adjusts to his size, allowing her to take him in deeper and deeper. Her eyes never leave him, her gaze fixated on him as her mouth is full of his member, her head bobbing furiously.
"Fuck! I think I'm gonna cum again," he grunts, his breathing becoming ragged.
Like a signal, her pace increases. She is determined to make him cum again. She wants more of his semen. She is hungry for it.
"H-holy fuck," he pants, his eyes shutting tight. "I'm close, Chaeyoung!"
Her pace increases even more, her head wildly bobbing up and down his length as she attempts to make him cum. She can't seem to resist his taste, as if it's a drug.
"S-shit… I'm gonna explode!" he growls, his body twitching.
She feels his cock pulsating in her mouth, his length fully erect and ready to burst. She drives herself to the brink of madness, her pace so fast and violent that she begins to gag. She doesn't care. She wants his semen. She needs it.
With a loud, guttural moan, his hips buck and his cock explodes, sending a massive load of his hot seed inside her mouth. Her eyes widen as she struggles to take it all in, but his release is too much, catching her off guard. A thick trail of his cum drips out of her mouth and down her chin. She gags and chokes, but she does her best to swallow every last drop. His orgasm continues for a few moments longer, his load continuing to spew inside her mouth, his cock pulsating and throbbing.
"Fuck! S-so good," he pants, his body shuddering.
After an almost non-stop stream of cum, his cock finally stops releasing, and Chaeyoung slowly withdraws from him. Thick strands of his semen and saliva connect his shaft and her lips, making an erotic mess of her. It seems crazy how such a pretty girl like her can look even more attractive with the amount of cum on her face.
"Goddamn," he says, his breathing heavy. "That was amazing."
She licks her lips clean, his cum still dripping down her chin.
"How was it, hmmm?" she asks, her voice sultry.
"Amazing. Best blowjob ever."
"Good," she smiles, her expression smug. "I can tell you enjoyed it."
"You bet I did."
"It's not everyday an idol would give anyone a… Special fanservice."
"Guess I'm a lucky fan, then."
"Lucky indeed. Though the game's not over yet, is it"
"What do you mean? I already came twice."
"Doesn't mean we're done, does it?"
Despite spurting such a huge amount twice in a row, her words seem to excite him still. His cock springs back to life, already at half-mast.
"You're right," he grins, leaning closer to her. "We're not done yet."
"That's the spirit," she smiles. "Though I'll be taking the lead."
"Oh?"
"You can rest for a bit," she says, her tone playful.
"You think I can't keep up with you?" he asks in an intrigued yet playful tone.
"Not really," she giggles. "You just look like you're about to pass out."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," she replies, chuckling. "And what are you gonna do about it?"
Feeling challenged, he quickly grabs Chaeyoung by her legs and lifts her up the water.
"I'm gonna show you that I can still keep up," he growls, his eyes full of determination.
"W-woah!" she yelps, taken aback by his sudden move. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a ride," he responds, his hands firmly gripping her thighs.
"Eh? A r-ride?"
"That's right," He nods, smiling. His cock slightly grazes against her inner thighs, slowly nearing her crotch. "You wanted to lead, right?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Then here's your chance," he interrupts, grinning.
"Wait, what are you—oh! Oh fuck!" she gasps, suddenly feeling his cock penetrating her pussy.
He enters her with a powerful thrust, his shaft sliding all the way inside her tight, warm walls.
"Shit. So tight," he groans, his cock throbbing inside her.
"F-fuck… Y-you're so big!" she whimpers, feeling his girth stretching her insides.
"And you're soaking wet, Chaeyoung," he smirks, amused.
"W-what are you talking about? I'm not—ahh!" she moans, her body jolting with every thrust.
"I'm not gonna let you win that easily," he grunts, his pace slow but firm.
"Oh yeah? Nghh! Y-you… Think you're gonna w-win?"
"Still underestimating me, huh?" he growls, his fingers digging into her fleshy butt.
Despite the tough shell she displays, his aggressive moves make her moan involuntarily. Her arms wrap around his neck, while her legs lock around his waist. Try as she might, the immense pleasure seems to be flooding her inhibitions away.
"Nghh! F-fuck…" 
"You're liking this, huh?" her partner taunts her as his pace quickens.
"Ahh… S-so good," she whispers, her voice shaking.
"That's what I thought," he smirks.
He continues to pound her with his cock, his shaft reaching her deepest depths.
"F-fuck! D-don't… Go faster!" Chaeyoung screams, her face flushed.
"Who do you think will win, huh?" he teases, his voice full of arrogance.
"Fuck you!" she snaps, her body trembling.
"I like it when you talk dirty," he chuckles, amused.
He thrusts his cock deep inside her, causing her to gasp.
"Nghhh! Shit!" she yells, her pussy tightening around his shaft.
"Feeling good?"
"N-no! I'm just… Mhhh!" she protests, her voice weak.
"Just admit it," he says, his cock pulsating inside her.
"Aghhh! T-that's cheating!" she complains, her body shuddering.
"Excuses, excuses…" he smirks, his thrusts becoming deeper and stronger.
"I'm gonna… W-win, you know," she boasts, challenging him.
"Really, huh?" he chuckles, looking at her dazed eyes. "Looks like you can't even think properly."
"You're just… Nghhh! You're moving too fast!" she exclaims, her voice weak.
"Then if that's the case…" he then walks slowly towards the pool stairs, his cock still deep inside her.
"W-what are you… Hahh! What are you doing?"
"Giving you a proper ride," he says, his tone smug.
He takes slow but heavy steps as he carries her towards the pool stairs, making her squeal with each movement.
"You… Y-you're so mean," she whines, her pussy tightening.
"Sorry, Chaeyoung. But we're against each other here," he says, his eyes full of mischief.
"Fuck!" she whispers angrily to herself in frustration.
"What's the matter?" he taunts, his cock sliding inside her with ease.
"N-nothing… Hngh!" she grunts, her teeth gritting.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Fuck! Just… Just fucking fuck me! Goddammit!" Chaeyoung admittedly yells, her face red and flushed.
"Now that's more like it," he smirks, amused.
Her partner resumes his relentless assault, pounding her hard and deep as they near the edge of the pool. Chaeyoung's moans are getting louder and louder, her body quivers as if she got shocked by lightning.
"Shit… You're so big…" she whispers, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Feeling good, aren't you?" he taunts, his pace steady.
"Nghh… No!" she replies, her trembling in frustration and pleasure. "T-this is… Fuck!"
"That's what I thought," he sneers.
"Ahhh! When are you gonna stop?" she whines, her voice full of desperation.
"When I'm done," he answers, his tone casual.
"Y-you…" she grunts, her face red. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Of course," he answers with a smug grin on his face.
"Oh, fuck me…" she whispers, her breathing heavy.
"Looks like someone's getting close," he comments, his voice full of amusement.
"No I'm not! I'm—fuck!" she snaps, her voice shaking.
"Come on. You're denying it but you're pussy's getting tighter," he teases.
"Nghh… Fine!" she finally gives in.
"I'm… Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
"There we go," he smirks, his cock throbbing. "An honest answer."
"B-but… Not before you!" she shouts, her pussy squeezing his cock.
"Heh. Still got some fight left in you, huh?"
"M-maybe… I-I don't know!" she yells, her face red.
"Well, if that's the case, then I better make sure you can't keep up," he sneers, his cock pounding her with reckless abandon as he exits the pool. Despite his aggressive movements, he gently lowers Chaeyoung to the pool’s deck, his cock never leaving the tight embrace of her walls.
He then continues his relentless assault, his thrusts deep and rough. He moves his hands to her breasts and starts to massage her perky, erect nipples.
"F-fuck… Not my nipples!" she whimpers, her pussy clenching around his shaft.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Hahh… Y-yes," she admits, her face flushed.
"There’s a good girl," he smiles, his fingers pinching her nipples. He then leans forward to suck on them, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nubs.
"Aghh! Don't suck on them!" she whines, her voice weak.
He doesn't answer. He keeps on sucking her nipple as his cock pounds her as deep and as hard as he could.
"Fuck! I'm gonna go crazy, you asshole!" she yells, her face red and hot.
"That's what I like to hear," he chuckles.
"But I'm not… Losing… To you!" Chaeyoung grunts, sounding determined despite her weak position.
"We'll see about that," her partner replies, his pace picking up.
"Ahhh! Fuck! You're going too fast!" she protests, her hands reaching for his back, her nails digging into his skin.
He continues his relentless assault, his pace unrelenting as his cock ravages her insides.
"S-stop…" she whispers, her body shivering with pleasure. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Then cum," he says, his breath heavy. "I know you want to."
"B-but… But I…"
"Shhh…" he shushes her. "I'll do it with you."
"Nghh… B-but I'm not gonna lose to—"
His lips interrupt her words, gently crashing into hers. Chaeyoung tries to resist, but her mind becomes blank as his tongue slides into her mouth.
Despite the feisty attitude she's showing towards him, she kisses him back as their tongues intertwine in a passionate dance. Gone are their antagonistic antics against each other, and the only evident thing are fervent thrusts and muffled moans from the two of them.
The tension builds and their kiss grows more intense. Their hips move together as one, their bodies grinding against each other. They are locked in a passionate embrace, their desire burning deep within them.
"Fuck," he groans. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
"Aghh! S-stop… You're making me…" she stammers, her voice soft.
"Come on, Chaeyoung. Give me all you got," he whispers, his cock pounding her deep.
"F-fuck…" she grunts, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna cum again!"
"That's right," he coos in her ears. "Let me feel you cum."
"Y-yes!" she cries, her voice strained. "Oh shit… Ahh!"
With a loud moan, Chaeyoung’s pussy clenches his cock, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits her hard, waves of pleasure washing over her. She can't do anything but hold onto her partner’s back as her orgasm ravages her body, her arms and legs locked around him. Her juices spray uncontrollably out of her, covering his cock with her sticky fluids.
"Ahh! Fuck!" he yells, his body shivering as his orgasm approaches. "My turn… Hngh!"
"C-cum inside me, p-please…" she begs, her voice weak.
"Here it comes… Nrgh!"
After a few wild thrusts, his cock bursts inside her, releasing a huge load of his thick, hot seed. His hips rock and buck as his cock spews a massive stream of cum, his semen overflowing from her tight pussy.
"Yes! Oh fuck! Your cum feels so warm inside me," she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Ugh… Take it all, Chaeyoung!" he growls as he continues to thrust all he's got inside her.
"Fuck… I can feel it coming out of my pussy," she moans, her pussy still squirting her fluids.
"Shit. You're so hot, Chaeyoung" he grunts and goes to kiss her once again.
"Mmmh… I love your cock," she purrs, her body shaking.
They continue this sensual moment, their bodies pressed together, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure for the two of them, and they reveled every second of it. Despite being filmed, they didn't care. All that mattered was the moment they were sharing that burned deep within their minds.
As the intense lovemaking subsides, their lips break apart from each other. He withdraws himself from her, his cock covered with their mixed juices that connect from her freshly fucked pussy. He then moves a few inches away from her, trying to take a seated position with his exhausted body. Chaeyoung on the other hand, is left panting, her body trembling, her chest heaves for air and her pussy gushes out their mixed fluids, leaving a trail of love juice that pools below her.
"Hahh… Hah… Oh fuck…" he breathes, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Nghh… Are you… Okay?" Chaeyoung asks him, her voice barely audible.
"I'm… Whew. I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah… I'm… I think I'm good," she replies, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
"Fuck… That was good," her partner groans, his voice heavy.
"Do you… Want more?" she proposes as she tries to lift herself up the floor into a more comfortable position.
He crawls towards her, his seemingly tired body ready for yet another round.
"If that's what you want…"
The young lady is already feeling the effects of his relentless assault, her body trembling as she anticipates his cock pounding her once more with reckless abandon. But the pleasure of having her insides ravaged by his girthy shaft is too much for her, and she is helpless to resist his advances.
"Mmmh… Keep going," she urges him on, her voice shaky.
But as they ready themselves to have another go, the buzzer rings, indicating that time is up.
"Huh? Already?" the young man groans.
"Looks like we got carried away," she giggles, her breathing heavy.
"Yeah," he snarls. "I got so lost in all that."
"So… Who won?" she asks, her tone curious.
"Not sure," he shrugs. "You?"
She looks confused.
“Me? I don’t know.”
The screen then showed the result of this rather interesting game:
"RESULTS:
3-2 in favor of Chaeyoung!
CONGRATULATIONS! You succeeded in the challenge!"
"Oh wow," he smiles.
"Really? I did! Yay!" she cheers, clapping her hands in excitement.
"Yeah, you did. Good job, Chaeyoung," her partner congratulates her, clapping his hands as well.
"Thank you!" she replies as she gives him a hug, her face beaming with joy.
"You're a great partner," he praises her. "It was a lot of fun."
"Thank you again," she blushes. She then looks around her.
"So what now?"
"I don't know," he shrugs. "No one told me what to do after the challenge."
The screen then shows a new message for the two of them:
"Congratulations on completing the challenge. The pair should then proceed to the final area after a signal in a few hours. In the meantime, you can do whatever you want together in this area. Have fun!"
"Huh. So we're gonna wait, then," Chaeyoung concludes, reading the message.
"Looks like it," he replies, shrugging.
"What are we supposed to do until then?"
"Who knows," he shrugs, then looks at her with a sly smile.
"We can… Start where we left off, you know?"
"Hmmm…" she smiles, her cheeks slightly turning pink. "We can do that."
"Fuck. Aren't you restless?"
Albeit struggling due to the intense fucking from earlier, Chaeyoung still chose to stand up on her feet, her legs wobbling. Luckily for her, he’s there to give assistance. She then gestures to her partner to stand up, to which he obliges. As soon as they've gathered their footing, she suddenly gives him a rather obvious gaze.
"M-maybe we can do something else first," she suggests, grinning mischievously.
"Uhh... What did you have in mind?" he asks, curious.
She then walks back towards the pool, gently tugging him along.
"I just want to swim around for a bit," she replies, smiling. "Do you mind joining me?"
"Sure," he replies, his eyes fixated on hers. "I suppose a little swim would be nice."
"Great." Chaeyoung beams with joy. 
"Let's go."
As the two dip their bodies into the pool, the camera follows them from above as they enjoy each other's company in the water. They swim around, playing and laughing together. They exchange more playful banters and even more sensual moments with one another. It is clear that the two of them have hit it off quite well, and the sexual tension between them continues to build. Even as the video fades to black, you know Chaeyoung and her partner are just getting started.
Two videos down, and many more to go. Reviewing videos for long periods is tiring, but not in this case. Instead of exhaustion, you are filled with renewed excitement and anticipation. With a quick check of the time, you realize that lunch break is coming up. But your stomach would have to wait.
You close the current window and open the next video file.
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Author’s Notes:
As promised, this is the next chapter of my "Spotlighting" series. It wasn't easy to pick an idea that'll suit Chaeyoung. I originally wanted her to do an "indoor surfing" challenge. But I quickly realize that I'd rather want her to be rag dolled by her partner than by the waves. 😂 And as wimpy as this tall squirrel can be, I don't think she'd back down from a challenge, especially when there's something promising on the line. So I guess playing water polo suits her.
Now that I thought of it... It's find it interesting for the idols to have some sort of "competition" with their partners. It really makes for some really wild ideas where neither of them is backing out, even when doing the deed. 😏
Once again, thank you to the people that helped me make this fic readable. 🤣 @digipigichopshop and @dnd-writes... Thank you so much, you two. 🙇 Be sure to follow them if you haven't already. As well as @braaan for another great poster. You guys are the best. 👍
Again, thank you very much for reading! 🙇
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Eleven to One: Smart Submission
Male Reader x Kim Minju, Kim Chaewon
Length: 3196 words
Tags: Daddy kink, sensual blowjob, stand and carry, sex against the wall, making out, Breeding kink, Breeding talk, rough sex, hate sex, degradation, cursing riding, cowgirl, doggy, spanking, anal, anal doggy, sex toys, obedient!Minju, obedient?Chaewon
TW: the usual for this series, rough sex, degradation, cursing at idols, extreme Daddy kink
Inspiration: Chaewon's Smart fancams, Minju's Sequence fancams
(A/N: Fuck, it's been a while. I lost a bunch of progress and had to pivot, hope you like this though. More fics coming up, hopefully deep into April. Can't promise anything for May though. It's gonna be a stressful time.)
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“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I need you, Daddy.” Send by Yujin
You put down your phone with a smile of satisfaction and excitement. It’s a rather odd mix of emotions; there should not be satisfaction when the excitement still makes you yearn for something, but at the same time, it's this yearning that makes you feel at ease. 
Yujin is on your phone, countless pictures of her incredible stage outfit which you will have to tear off her body again, not caring about the costs or the annoyed company staff. Yujin is also on the hotel room TV in the form of fancams. You put on a playlist to kill some time before the evening can begin and seeing her look so confident, thrilled and sexy has you bothered and ready.
“Oh, so that’s why I heard Kitsch on repeat.” You turn your head towards the bathroom door of this, for your standards, humble yet cozy hotel room. Minju has just walked out, a cloud of steam still behind her, a rather loose towel around her body as she dries her hair. “Our daeng-daeng is really pretty.”
“That’s true, very true,” you say with a sigh and look back at the TV where Yujin’s charisma jumps at you in the form of a wink. Suddenly, Minju’s hands are at your shoulders, rubbing, going down to your chest and rubbing a bit more.
“Minmin knows what Daddy is thinking.” She did not need to sound that sultry and tempting. A moment where her cuteness and klutziness is gone and Minju becomes a vixen, comparable to Yujin, maybe Eunbi. She learned from watching them, her admiration has let her to now drop the adorable person you so love about her—luckily, she also drops her towel, so you cannot complain about her boldness.
“So what am I thinking about, Minju?” Play hard to get, because that’s exactly what you’re going to teach her: no matter how hot or irresistible she may seem, you can be absolutely out of reach. It is after all always up to you.
“Daddy always thinks about sex.” Minju walks over, kneels on the couch and bends down towards your crotch, never breaking eye contact. A strain of wet hair tucked behind her ear, she whispers. “Daddy is always hard, especially because of Yujinnie~”
“Go check for yourself,” you challenge her and unzip your jeans (been a while since you wore something this leisurely). Minju eagerly gets them down until she expects your hard shaft to spring out and hit her cheek, but to her surprise, you are not hard. 
“Wow, Daddy is this big even now~”
“You want to suck it?” More of an observation than a question as Minju’s lips already approach your tip.
“Can Minmin suck it, kiss it, put it in her mouth?”
“Go ahead, I’ll give you a reward if you get me hard.” She is too cute again. A nod and she is eager to give your cock all the kisses. Of course she starts off with the head, makes sure to run her tongue past her lips and along your slit, then she moves down the underside while resting it on her face. Minju’s dedication to worshiping her favorite cock is unmatched, her hums and moans spread in between all the licks and kisses sound like impure devotion. 
You put a hand in her messy hazelnut strands and gently comb through them. In the background yet another fancam concludes with Yujin oozing all her stage presence and sex appeal into the camera. You turn down the volume to hear Minju’s blowjob better, but the visual distraction stays. Now it’s a Minju fancam, Sequence, legendary. The former idol tilts her head when she notices it while simultaneously taking your inches down her throat. Amazing bliss, you twitch.
“You looked very hot back then, so fucking tight,” you groan. “Unbelievable that you’re even sexier now.”
“It’s all because of Daddy and Yujin—you never stop and I have to keep up. It’s endless training, every day. Maybe this is eternal youth.” She bops her head up and down and you don’t know if she really said those words. Too much wisdom for someone who is back at your balls with her lips while she gags around the stiffening snake. Give her hips a good squeeze to check if it’s still the same Minju—yup, no doubt. 
“Your hips were so wide back then, but I think they have grown more since you moved in.” You give her a congratulatory smack and Minju giggles around your length. She looks divine with one hand on your base and every part of your face magnetically drawn to where she wants to get your baby batter out. Though you never relinquished control, she still has you in a semi-hard state and your mind in the depths of impurity. “Get up.”
“O-okay, Daddy.” Minju does as told and you marvel at her nude body for a second.
“That was brilliant, don’t get me wrong,” you tell her and reach for her curvy, milky, freshly cleaned thighs. “But I want something else wrapped around me.”
As if she can read your mind, Minju jumps up and her arms and legs embrace your upper body. All you need to do is carry her on her petite ass cheeks which fill out your hands nicely. The miniscule weight of hers is easily lifted so you two are face to face. Before your lips connect, you quickly get hold of your dick and press it against her moist folds. Moist is an understatement: Minju is drenched in excitement and takes you easily.
“Oh God,” Minju moans and her eyes disappear for a moment in the back of her head where you know is nothing but the endless feeling of joy your cock brings her. A few thrusts and she will be mindless, the dumb, breedable klutz she so often seems to be. Her legs choke your hips against hers and soon after, you two engage in a kiss that sets you on fire.
Upwards is the way, the hardest way, the best way. Minju is split open time and time again, her whole body enthusiastically shaking on every impact or at the mere prospect of another. Whenever you’re not tongue fucking her mouth, the fucking of her cunt leaves her breathless, whiny, and groaning like a madman. She is mad, crazy for you and with the intoxicating smell of her shampoo, her sweat, her sex, you’re going crazy as well.
“Fuck, Minju, you’re pussy is so warm,” you mumble and stumble forward. You press Minju against the wall next to the TV where you both listen to her verse from Panorama with the sound of loud skin slapping against skin being an obnoxious, yet welcome interruption. Minju’s hands have left your nape and start to crawl up the wall as if she tries to get higher. She wants to crash down harder on your cock, wants you to go rougher, her end is nye. The constant hits against her cervix bring one thought to the forefront—and it is not the potential people on the other side of the wall who are surely enraged.
“One day,” you whisper, leaning into Minju’s ear, covered by ruined hair that she has to wash again tonight. “I’m going to cum inside your pussy without protection.” Minju gasps, almost at her peak. You slam her back hard against the wall, fingers tearing at the skin of her ass. “I will breed you, over and over again, and we will have many beautiful children. Minju, you will be bred, pregnant all the time, so I want you to love this.”
A chaotic thrust up, against every inhibition she might have, past the final strings that hold together her sanity, her reasoning. Minju orgasms with a booming scream and her cunt does everything in its power to suck the fertile batter out of you. The seed you promised, she needs it at this very moment. Only a quick pullout can save you, Minju’s power and will to be bred leaving you stunned. 
She takes deep breaths in your arms as you carry her back to the couch, her eyes sparkle though you cannot make out if it is because of happiness or disappointment. “Why did Daddy pull out? We need to train, Minmin needs to be filled many, many times.”
“Sorry, but not tonight.” You free her forehead of her hair, some of which looks like it exploded all over her face. “I promised someone else my biggest load of today. We have to wait for her though—”
Suddenly, as if you spoke a spell to summon someone, a knock can be heard. 
“Come on in!” you shout, but all you hear is a disgusted shriek. Well, it’s certainly not Yujin nor any of your other usual guests. It’s someone that is on the fringes though, not ready to admit that she is addicted to you. The thrill brings her back, the pleasure will make her stay, but for now it’s this excuse that makes her wait for you to open the door.
“Ugh, you—wait, the fuck, put on some clothes!”
“Why don’t you get rid of yours, Chaewon,” you quickly respond and just as swiftly pull her into the hotel room. Chaewon is wrapped in a basic yet effective outfit to hide her identity. A large black overcoat, sunglasses, a mask, basic sweatpants. With a groan she reveals the excitement that is below them: a stage outfit from her recent comeback stages, along with a surprising lack of pants and most exciting of all: golden blonde hair. 
“Don’t stare at me you perv,” Chaewon barks and folds her arms in front of her chest. You notice her gaze dropping down to your cock again and you wish she would just drop to her knees and clean Minju’s nectar off of you (she would in a heartbeat if you told her about why it’s glistening like that), but you instead walk back over to Minju and lean down to kiss her. “What do you thi—Mi-Minju, you’re here?!”
“Oh, Chaewon-unnie, I’m always with Daddy, don’t you know?”
“B-but you could also stay somewhere else, like, like with your parents or with m-me…”
“Yeah, Minju,” you add cynically, only focused on the loyal girl below you clinging to your lips and your back. You make your way down her cheek, her jaw to her neck. “You could stay in the LE SSERAFIM dorm with Chaewon, so why are you still here?”
“Minmin wants to stay with Daddy! Minmin needs to be ready for when the time is right.”
Chaewon raises an eyebrow as sweat pours down her face. Her thighs are awfully close to one another, rubbing, her core is in heat as she watches Minju melt under your tongue. The ‘fearless’ group leader does not need to ask, because Minju spills the beans when you push her further down into the couch.
“Daddy, I need to be around Daddy when he wants to breed me, make me a pregnant woman, I don’t want to miss it.”
“That’s fucking enough!”
The stinging pain of your hair getting pulled makes you hiss almost triumphantly. Chaewon has been set off again and she drags you away from Minju’s delicious body and positions her own on top of you. A short, half-hearted wrestle later and she sits on your crotch, the panties below her colorful outfit already caressing your tip. One of her hands is still in your hair, the other pushes your chest against the back of the couch. She is livid.
“Oh, so you want to fight for her again.”
“Shut up.”
“You know that you failed miserably the last time, right? There is no reason to believe that you’ve gotten any better at making me—”
“Shut up!”
“You tiny thing, you’re talking big game for so—”
“Shut the fuck up!” Chaewon pulls her panties to the side, you reach for her hips and get a good hold onto them. “I’ll make you shut up, you perverted bastard!”
Chaewon sinks down on your cock and not only do you notice the wetness all over her pussy walls, you also find that she is needy for this cock. A ripple of satisfaction roams her body and in a moment of carelessness, Chaewon tilts her head back. You know that she is just enjoying the feeling and could take advantage of that. Instead, you have another taunt lined up for her.
“Oh no, I can already feel my mouth being sealed. I can barely speak.”
“Soon enough,” Chaewon groans and starts to gyrate her hips. Unlike the first time she challenged you over Minju, Chaewon feels significantly better. Wetness, tightness, texture—you can’t yet pinpoint why or how, but it has definitely improved. However, with Chaewon so cock-drunk and unable to slam herself down, this is a laughable effort. A pathetic little hop here, a loose hand on your neck, undeniable desire to be fucked in her eyes—Chaewon’s body is already admitting it.
“Hm, I love it… wh-when your quiet,” she moans, tries to search the submission in your gaze. A futile effort and you expose her with both hands on her back. “What are you doing?”
“Chaewon, you’re embarrassing. To think this would get me close—” Without warning, you tear her outfit apart. A tilt of your head and Minju helps out and gets Chaewon out of the mess of tatters you leave. Chaewon looks confused, also helpless and when you spank her ass, she knows she has to move to the stage of acceptance fast. “Let me show you how to break someone.”
“Wait, I—” 
She falls apart in your lap. Really, it’s only a few harsh thrusts, and Chaewon hits your chest. She is a ragdoll that can whine and moan but otherwise is only a sextoy you have to move on your own. Both feet firmly on the ground, you push all your energy in those lower muscles to repeat this motion of rough fucking endlessly. Chaewon should feel that your power never runs out, that you can fuck her as hard and as much as you want. 
“You dumb cumdump!” Smack her ass again, then grab her long strands of gold-colored hair. “Your body knows it, your mind might too—now I need your silly mouth to admit it.”
Chaewon moans and her moan reaches a new pitch when you pull apart her asscheeks to pick her up and drop her down on your shaft. She is coating your crotch with her horny juice, drools over your chest, sweats on the hotel room couch. Chaewon is a dirty girl, so you will sully her more; more accurately, you will show her dirtiness to her beloved Minju. 
“Kneel on the couch, slut! Show me your ass.” Little resistance only. You quickly get behind her, adjust her towards Minju and rub your cock against her asshole. “Look at her. Can you even focus your blurry eyes on her?”
“I-I can…”
“Really?” Push your tip against her hole and feel her flinch in your arms. If she’d really want to, she could flee or at least fight back. Needless to say, she does not. “At least resist me, because your ass doesn’t. Just a bit of force—”
“Oh God!”
“—and I’m inside.” 
You grab Chaewon’s tits and treat these soft hills very not-softly. Your thumb and index pinch her nipples, the groping is hard, though nothing compared to the ass fucking she receives. Her anal cavity, which should be incredibly tight, gapes for you easily. 
Apart from groans, screams and the occasional expletive, Chaewon does not speak anymore. She must know that the next thing she says will betray her fundamentals, oh, those silly fundamentals: never giving up, always fighting for Minju, beating you after becoming better. Now, she is another one of your sluts, who bends over for you, spreads her ass for you and produces silly sounds from all her openings.
“The decision is so easy.
“You don’t make it look easy.
“You’re not smart, Chaewon.
“Stop resisting me.
“Say it.”
Suddenly, Chaewon is trapped between you and Minju. She could rest her head on the younger girl’s bosom, but she does not dare to. The thought of failure and losing this battle so decisively leaves her shattered. This state does not last for long however, as she sees how happy Minju’s eyes glisten in the warm light of the hotel room. It’s fine to lose, it’s good to lose.
“I-I’m yours, Daddy.”
“Do you fucking mean it, whore?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m your s-slutty whore.”
“Fantastic. Minju, bring me the bag of those from the bedroom. We need to celebrate that Chaewon is finally honest with herself.”
You move back to your original position with Chaewon on your lap, cock still balls deep in her asshole. She sniffles a bit, hisses when you nibble at her neck and play with all three of her sensitive nubs quickly. A new toy must be checked properly and this is definitely something that you can work with later. Minju returns with the bag and you reach into it. 
“Your ass is already pretty wide, so this should fit.” You pull out a large, shiny butt plug with a diamond that will decorate her sore butt cheeks perfectly. “Make sure to keep yourself spread when I pull out.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
You slowly drag your cock out. Instead of immediately filling her hole, you instead inspect how it gapes wide, then clenches around nothing. Chaewon shivers on your lap. You order Minju to check it out as well, which almost makes Chaewon cry from embarrassment. 
“No need to feel ashamed,” you laugh. “I think Minju likes it as much as I do.”
“It looks very hot, Unnie, I think Daddy can fuck it many times.”
“D-don’t say it like that,” Chaewon faintly whispers. You push the butt plug inside her and feel her breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn’t have to show herself off anymore. The three of you get up from the couch.
“Minju, make sure to securely tie your friends arms, while I get this ready.” This is a see through dildo, almost as big as your cock and still very much dry. To get it well-lubricated for Chaewon’s pussy, you shove it into her mouth and make sure she has to deepthroat it. Chaewon might have dodged you if it weren’t for Minju, who has tied ropes around her wrists and lower arms. Only when tears leave her eyes, you pull the dildo out and place it on the small living room table in front of the couch. 
“Sit down on it, but don’t move. No fucking yourself. This will be your first real punishment.” Before Chaewon can protest (or maybe she opened her mouth to accept it and praise you) you force a ball gag into her mouth and watch her shout inaudible things as her pussy is split open again. 
“Now, you can watch Minju and I make out until the next person—”
A knock on the hotel room door, again. 
“Speak of the devil.”
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fillinforlater · 8 days
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You get a premium ticket to KCON, but you can only attend one day, which one would you choose?
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I thought waaaaaay too hard about this, but here is my scores of who will get me the most hyped (1 - 10):
- Day 1 -
RIIZE: 4
tripleS: 9
OH MY GIRL: 5
ATEEZ: 10
Kep1er: 9 (right before the bad D)
Yena: 9
TXT: 7
LE SSERAFIM: 10
ITZY: 5
EVERGLOW: 7
= Average of 7.5
- Day 2 -
BOYNEXTDOOR: 2
KISS OF LIFE: 8
Dreamcatcher: 9
TREASURE: 6
NMIXX: 3
Eunbi: 9
NCT Dream: 7
NewJeans: 10
(G)I-DLE: 7
STAYC: 5
= Average of 6.6
- Day 3 -
ZEROBASEONE: 4
EL7Z UP: 6
XG: 7
THE BOYZ: 7
VIVIZ: 7
Yuri: 9
Stray Kids: 9
IVE: 10
aespa: 8
fromis_9: 7
= Average of 7.4
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Yeah, so that wasn't close at all or anything. I've already seen IVE and ATEEZ + LSFM is fucking goated, so I think I'll pick Day 1. Here is a hot Natty after reading all that:
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Imagine a threesome with Nako and Yeseo 🥵
The double fleshlight 🤯🤤
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fillinforlater · 12 days
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OH MY GOD YES
We only regret the chances we don't take.
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soon...
-brokennightmares01
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fillinforlater · 12 days
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I wrote this like 4 months ago and forgot to put it in my One Shot Masterlist... bruh.
Lemme use this though to tell you that I am quickly approaching the 100 idols written mark (from a total of 37 groups)! Many of the stories I am currently writing have one (or more (like, many more)) new idols and I cannot tell which one will be finished first.
There is also another milestone on the horizon so I want to give a quick thank you to you all as well! Thanks for reading, thanks for being awesome <3
The Pull
Randoms x Ning Yizhou (NingNing) & Kang Hyewon
Length: 1165 words
Tags: gangbang, hair pulling kink, rough, a lot of positions, sex, being a willing toy for men and women
TW: gangbang, the hair pulling is kinda rough, QUICKIE
Inspiration: the two pictures below
(A/N: just a short quickie I had in mind for forever now. Sorry if it's just bullshit, but I hope y'all enjoy it lol)
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"Okay, what is this?"
Ningning is perplexed. She let her imagination run wild when Hyewon invited her over weeks ago, the premise: fun with multiple people. Now, multiple can mean a lot, like sharing a couple, something Ningning is already familiar with or maybe two guys for each of them. That's about as many as she can handle simultaneously. Come to think of it, Ningning remembers Hyewon telling her about having three guys and two girls on her at the same time, though—
"Don't tell me you expected more?" Hyewon laughs as she pushes herself through the tall and small and buff and slender frames of horny people around her towards her Chinese friend.
"Less," Ningning quietly hisses when she sees the twinkle in Hyewon's starry eyes. This woman is truly like the night sky: thrilling, even if you can't see it, drop dead gorgeous when uncovered and always happy to surprise her with a shooting star—or in this case, almost twenty willing people. 
"Oh, can my small Ning-ning-ie not handle a dozen men and half a dozen women?" Hyewon's laugh is loud and echoes amongst the crowd whose eyes are all focused on the two. Ningning can feel herself getting undressed, hell, she might as well be bare in their eyes, clothes already on the floor and Hyewon is the same. 
"You're crazy." She puts her arms on Hyewon's shoulders and looks past her. A wave of blankness washes over her head. Now she is the one undressing all those strangers before her, the men whipping out their hard cocks, small, large, thick; the girls with their hairy or shaved pussies, tiny tits or gigantic melons—she is equally scared and excited, so she needs this final push to get her into it.
"And you are crazy hot, Ning-ning-ie~ and your hair…"
Unwillingly, Ningning throws her head back in a guttural, deep moan that has the entire room in goosebumps of thrill and blind lust. Hyewon has both hands in Ningning's endlessly long hair, the blonde fittingly forming tails to tug. There are a million reasons Ningning loves Hyewon, but it's the way she pulls her hair that made her addicted to the older girl.
"Don't keep them waiting any longer, Ningningie~ they can and will pull it and fuck you good.
"Trust me."
The two women are swarmed, torn from each other's grasp and covered in hands. A palm on her back, barely worth the mention, another on her chest, too bad that there's fabric in the way, a long, manicured pointer on her thighs, Ningning holds her breath—she shrieks when someone combs her hair and tugs at whatever they can grab. The doubts and fears she had about this are all gone when more and more people try to get a stronger reaction out of her and pull at her hair.
"Those tails—fuck—were a great idea," Hyewon half moans, half laughs from the other side of the crowded room, amidst a crowd, her frame the toy of the crowd. Her dress is easily removed, unsurprisingly, she likes easy access. Ningning then sees her friend drop to her knees, mouth on a cock, fingers on other shafts and pussies, while a large, burly man roughly pulls her hair back.
"Do the same to me," Ningning begs to the first person she can see, a bald guy, twice her age easily. He nods and pushes her to the ground while the pointy, manicured nails from before are shredding themselves through her top. "My hair, oh God, fuck, yes!"
Though unable to see it—a girl has buried the Chinese woman's face in her hairy cunt—Ningning can feel strong pulling from all sides, relentless, reckless how some are rubbing their cocks on it as well. She searches for the hard clit, her tongue twirling it, like Hyewon has teached her in a private session, way before gangbangs even came into the picture. Some greasy guy forces her to stroke his tiny cock, she can feel him cumming, hear him groaning, imagine the pearly white all over her arm. Not a good spot to finish. 
"In my mouth, ahh." Ningning opens wide and the guy finishes on her lips until two other men decide to suddenly pick her up. The rest of his load lands on her tits, but Ningning has already forgotten about it, too big is the thrill of a stranger uncovering her ass and showing it off to everyone. 
"Fuck me standing," she screams in euphoria. "As long as you pull my fucking hair, I don't care!"
Today is Christmas for Ningning, because as the guy carrying her aligns his cock with her soaking pussy, another woman has her ponytail in hand and starts to play tug of war against herself. In Ningning's brain, the pleasure and pain clash shortly, but soon find a rhythm—the same rhythm in which her pussy is getting pounded. Each thrust rocks her world and now the tug can send her into bliss.
"Oh my God, I'm cumming, don't stop!"
Hyewon meanwhile gets spitroasted in a quite unusual way: two men try to get their semi-hard cocks into her mouth while a young lady shoves a large strap-on in her ass over and over again—she literally pushes it all the way in, just to pull it back out again. The sight of Hyewon's gaping asshole has a guy close. He jerks himself to completion and his spunk lands in Hyewon’s messed up and torn locks.
"I want to cum again, please!"
Ningning gets dropped, but this is nowhere near the end of her wish fulfillment. There is always someone else to fondle her assets, be it tits or ass, and of course, her golden strands. In another team effort, her ass cheeks get spread wide to reveal a twitching hole, always clean, relaxed and ready, especially after the height of an all time orgasm. A cockhead eases itself inside her. 
"Oh fuck!"
"Get her hair!" a strong willed woman shouts at two men who were somewhat awkwardly jerking themselves off at the ever switching sight. "You pull here, you pull over here, on the other side.  Fuck her hair for all I care, ruin her somehow."
The same woman is not only successful with her instructions, she also puts her foot on Ningning's cheek and has her head trapped on the floor, unable to escape the cock that is destroying her ass faster and faster. Ningning can feel her knees give up slowly, they tremble with the force of an earthquake followed by a volcanic eruption, because a final tug puts her over the edge again. This time her orgasm is messy, clear squirt lunges out of her cunt while incoherent profanities leave her mouth.
"Fucking, th-thank you, shit, oh Hyewon, ahhh, fill my dumb ass, c-c-cum in my hair, ahh!"
"You're welcome," Hyewon moans back, small body upright, a cock in her pussy, hickeys on her collarbone, a tongue in her ass, her hair pulled.
Of course it's pulled.
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fillinforlater · 13 days
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can yuna and wonyoung have hkrse cocks but still be cock sleeves tho
In the HCHQ-Universe, there is (kinda like in an ABO-Universe) different kinds of people:
the true horse cock (aka Kazuha and Yunjin) always have huge cocks, flaccid or hard. It's extremely rare that they get topped or dominated at all. True horse cocks stay away from each other when it comes to sex, but they love to share those in the lower classes.
the fluid horse cock (aka Gaeul and Wonyoung) have small/normal cocks that can grow extremely large. The blood lose kinda makes them lose their mind and they become extremely rough and dominant. This only happens sometimes though. The rest of the time, their cocks stay small and flaccid, which makes them very submissive, yearning to get fucked.
the fake horse cock (aka Yuna or Reader) have small/normal cocks that shrink when true horse cocks are around. They become very girly and submissive, their holes easily able to take and stimulate big cocks. The most attractive fake horse cock people are very much sought after, because they are quite rare.
This system applies to both men and women (but of course not all, most people are "normal") in this world/setting, but I will only focus on women and how the male reader is used by perceives them on his journey which has just started.
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fillinforlater · 15 days
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qu'est-ce que tu dirais?
triplesS Park Sohyun x F.Reader
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It’s magical, the way the proud rays of sunlight coming in through the lone window at the end of the corridor flash just a little brighter across her beautiful, smiling face by the time she finishes turning to look at you—
“—ny plans afterwards?”
Blink at her sudden question.
“Hm?”
Turn away before she can say anything else.
There’s no mistaking the furor in response to a good hit amidst the rustling trees calling out sometime in between you reaching her ghost and seeing fresh clouds of dirt so distinctly illuminated red.
No, but…
Just maybe, you could still stall your heart’s ignition.
Like you always have.
That’s right—like you always have.
Blink.
Truthfully, you had none—so preoccupied with thoughts of executing plans for the summer school festival, hardly anything else had passed your mind outside of university applications or the intricacies of long-dead poets that wasn’t juggling the measly budget that your teacher-advisor had sympathetically passed along or the scores of frivolous requests in the suggestions box you nevertheless were still expected to properly address as the student union’s faithful secretary—
Blink.
It’s nothing, anyway, nothing that you need to burden her with, she who sees you off with the same serene smile every day before returning her attention to her tasks that must have taken her well into each evening, even those that you weren’t privy to.
And yet, she never faltered.
And so, you mustn’t.
That’s the least that you could do, especially at a time like this, one of the fleeting few that steadily pass on.
Take a breath.
It’s getting late today, too.
Blink.
Hurry and follow the small slaps of the indoor sandals that never go quite quiet onto granite, onto wood.
One foot at a time.
Again.
Has your cousin seen your essay yet?
Hopefully she has, although if she hasn’t it’s just as well, the wildly written, ropily revised piece of crap that it is—it’s still a week more until early applications over there close, and, besides, it really was a little shortsighted on your part, the whole waiting until it was less than a month out to decide to even apply there—oh, of all the places you could have done that, with your grades being what they are, however, it’s really neither here nor there, at this point.
(What, exactly, do you want?)
Call it coping, or not—it simply was your place in this world, and it’s no one else’s real fault, although maybe Luck would have you continue, somehow—
“Hey, you.”
Stop; lift your head once more.
Sohyun’s legs sway—she ponders the floor just a little more before the box of colourful papers that was in your arms takes flight to rest upon the empty teacher’s desk.
But this isn’t our office, you want to say; to ask, but…
Is there—
“You…
“You never answered my question, you know?” she gently interrupts over the rustles of her furtive fingers on the edges of crumpled flags hanging out over the lip of the box.
Didn’t I, already, earlier?
What is she—
Look down when her face returns—exactly two steps in front of you, as if a reminder of the immutable distance you had decided was there; hoped was never there; acted like it was always there.
“President?”
What is it?
She pulls with her hand that’s now closed over one of your wrists still floating in place to bring you inside the room, then with her other hand on the door handle to slide it shut with an indecisive snap.
Two steps remain, still; two legs remain still; two arms remain still, no matter how much more they are urged.
Watch the pink, thin, full twins dance in place as they breathe out stringless syllables that your heart must find familiar, with the way it’s settling, weaving, dancing, into their rhythms on their cue—
Too close…
Should you say something?
She waits; you wait.
(For her? Or for you?)
—the lone sign that betrays her almost too relaxed demeanour as it swims in the wistfulness that washes over the semblant serenity—
You should, maybe.
For her, or for you?
For once, it should be you.
For—
“Narae,” you finally hear, a loud whisper that must have taken all of her strength to even afford; a low, melismatic chord that leaves you no choice but to suddenly swallow it down, a sweet melancholy embittered by the courage that simply refused to leave your throat before the solitary drop could glisten on the floor.
“Oh no… You must think I’m silly—”
“No.”
“No?”
What does it mean?
Is it hope, in her rueful smile that hides beneath her long hair?
It can’t be the despair in your restless hand that had already hidden behind your back like it was wont to do.
“...what is it, President?” you finally ask, although what answer you were expecting from the true blue smile that greets your eyes after she reaches for your other hand and nestles her thumbs into your curling fingers, you didn’t know, not while it struggles to reach her own eyes across the insurmountable shadowed rouge.
“I, I know it’s silly, but…
“I just wanted to know if, if you’ll miss me, Narae.”
“...oh.”
What do you mean?
Of course, I would.
Why wouldn’t I?
“We’ll still see each other next week, won’t we?”
But, why won’t I say it?
Her shoulders rise briefly and float slowly, a small gesture that perfectly encapsulates the feeling of the noise that rings in the hollow room, a solitary step that waits and waits for a companion that won’t appear while it quietly consoles itself.
“That’s, that’s not what I meant—”
They’re calling for someone or something on the PA, you can tell by the blank monotonous repetition in the staticky quietness of the room that suddenly comes.
Perhaps it’s for her, perhaps it’s for you, but you really can’t tell no matter how much more you strain your ears—
“Before this ends, I—
“I want to know if it’s real.”
She’s acting really strange today…
            And so am I…
            What am I doing?
“Before…” you end up wondering aloud to your watch when she fumbles—no, simply trembles, in your grasp, tracing your fingers with her own like they would somehow respond the way you just wouldn’t.
“Before what, Pr—”
Listen to the moist, sweet warmth that has your feet numb with each second it stays against your lips, quietly shivering, pulsing irregularly for the full minute it stays while it tries to explain itself.
“Narae-ya…” she breathes after a moment, almost to a choke, in warm breezes that cool your moistened lips.
“I…”
Do it this time, now that you know that you can’t, you simply can’t wait again for her, not now, when you’ve finally recognised this gravity for what it is—a natural pull that had already effortlessly drawn you in without you even realising it had happened.
Let her say it twice more with your thumb circling her smooth knuckles, with your palm cupping her quivering streaked cheek; thrice more to confirm, to rebut, to savour again, and again, and again, and again, one foot at a time, until she has your back against the door and your hand on the back of her neck and her lips on your ear, until you’ve got her chest pressed against yours and her hand in your hair and your breaths on her neck.
Caress her by her nape in the brief rest from the breathtaking exertion that has your head aching, spinning while you watch the cause and cure glisten in the shadows of hesitation.
Again, it doesn’t take more than a tilt of your head—wherever you turn, either to her or away, she shines brilliant through the fear and doubts you had with her excitement and earnestness that she’s always had since you had first known her, when you were thrust along with her shining star into a spotlight that you had never meant to take on, had only meant to watch as she found her place in the skies that you were content to view from your comfortable corner.
“Can we?”
With a little tilt of her own, Sohyun palms your chin back up into her, into her plump, waiting lips—her mouth is open this time to quietly steal your breath once more, to shyly introduce her tongue—it’s a simple, honest restatement of her appeal that makes it so fulfilling, so frustrating that you’re somehow still having trouble processing it even as her point repeatedly brushes against the tip of your own tongue—
Yes, you will miss her, again, like you did yesterday, like last week, like last year.
But, why can’t you say it?
With her delicate fingers, Sohyun resolutely pulls back with a weak mewl and then hovers over your shoulder instead, with her equally thunderous heartbeat all but just out of your grasp as the two of you fall once more against the door.
“Please, I need to hear you say it, Narae…
“Please?”
“Yes, P...”
Perhaps there isn’t much more to say, or, to be more accurate, there truly isn’t much else you should say that would make this belief, this understanding any more real than the blossoming blizzard that rocks your belly or the haunting heat that drips slowly onto your blouse.
Perhaps the reason you're speechless is that the answer's already in front of you along with the rest of your sincerest sincerities, only waiting to be spoken aloud so that they may release their hold on you.
“Yes, Sohyun.”
Just like that.
Her forehead is warm; her cheeks are warm; her hands are cold; her fingers are curled.
It’s funny, the ways your held breaths collapse when you both reach up to wipe at each other’s cheeks with your thumbs, and you let each other know with dissonant shared laughter that couldn’t be any more harmonised.
Instinctively, gently, on she and you peck tenderly on each other’s hot, flushed skin, in response to the other’s wordless proclamations against little, lightly studded lobes, in between the leisurely pops of the tiny buttons that cooperate so willingly with the trembling fingers that clumsily manoeuvre them out of their once-stiff flap.
Her pale left shoulder is equally smooth as her flushed cheeks, your tingling lips confirm when they brush against it, slowly, in steps after meandering around it without letting go of the almost reverent breath they held in between them.
Let her lead you with her hand on your nape into the mellifluous, giggly thrum that rings deep in your ear whenever you lick at the tops of her breasts, when your hands explore her waist; slow down at the circular whispers playing with the hairs on your neck that dig deeper the closer your fingers reach the top of the arc, until they play at the simple white band that almost refuses to let go of her skin.
“Wait a moment, OK?”
Her crown is fragrant when it envelopes your nose, a pleasant softness that almost steals away the experience of her teeth gently scraping your ticklish clavicle in hesitantly decisive beats matched in intensity by the wet heat pinning you in place as it slowly glides along your thigh.
‘Please,’ she mouths.
Kiss her as quickly as she needs, as slowly as she wants, as heavily as she breathes, all to her hearts’ seemingly endless content—it’s what she asks of you, and it’s what you willingly give to her.
It’s magical, how the fading rays of the sunset shine brighter still when they pass through the small windows and return the feeling to your numbed, tingling face—
“—dn’t think you could smile like this,.you know.”
            “President, your lip, it’s—”
With a pout, she quietly places her thumb on your lower lip and then shakes her head.
“Nn, you can’t.”
“What is it, P—”
Her lithe fingers easily overpower your stubby own and bring them to her chest.
“You already called me by name, Narae.
“One more time.
“Please?”
“Yes.
“Yes, Sohyun.”
Kiss her again through the shades of the last of the orange fading into the blue.
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fillinforlater · 15 days
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A Business Proposal
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Male Reader X Fromis_9 Nakyung
Length: 12.6k+ Words
Tags: Angry sex. Teasing. Creampie
A/n- So the winner of the poll was was post it now. So here you go. Been a while since a new fic but this is in honor of my two years of writing smut on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.
Business proposals. It probably isn't a lie when you say they probably happen every day. Sometimes they can be rather fair for both sides but in your case, you couldn’t be more annoyed. 
“What do you mean I have to marry her? And in a month and a half also?”
Your parents rolled their eyes as they then placed a contract in front of you. 
“Look. Their company has always been a great partner of ours and this could help elevate both of us to the top. This union will combine both our profits and make our wealth reach new heights. The day you marry her, you will officially become the chairman of C Industries. If you don’t marry her then we will look for another board member to take the place. Please don’t make us do that.” 
Your mother and father were hard workers. It took them 27 years but they managed to develop a company that was second to none. Now what was this company focused on? Honestly? Everything. C industries were just a jack of all trades. Tech development, construction of apartments, agriculture. Those were just a few things. It always amazed you how they managed to build their empire and you knew it was yours eventually until now. 
You were destroyed hearing those words. Years of hard work would be ruined over one decision your parents made without warning.
“Shit. Are you going to make me do this?” 
“Yes, Yejun. Now it’s it a yes or a no?” 
Sadly there was only one answer. 
5 frantic weeks went by as both companies got together and worked out the merger. Most of your days went by with you attending meetings from 7 in the morning until 8 at night. You met with lawyers from both sides as well as your parents and future in-laws but one certain lady was always missing. 
Despite this marriage being forced on you. You were going to be a good husband and love and support your wife. So of course you were wondering about her after all this time. Currently, your meeting was ending with the Lee’s so you knew it would be the best time to ask. 
“Excuse me, Mr. Lee. If I may ask, where has Nagyung been this entire time? Me and her will be running this company together yet she hasn’t even shown up for a single meeting.”
“Ah. She has been very busy deciding things for your wedding with the planner. We haven’t seen much of her either. We just get updates over some phone calls. You must be excited to meet your future wife. Why don’t you go give her a visit? She has her place in the city and I’m sure it would give the Two of you some time to connect. I will send you the address as well as the passcodes to enter.” 
“Are you sure it’s ok for me to enter?” 
“Of course, Yejun. You will be married in a few weeks. If she gives you any problems just tell us.” 
“Very well Mr Lee. I will head over tonight when I get a chance.”
“Very well. I wish you a good night and hope to see you soon again.” 
With a handshake, everyone in the room parted their own ways. Your parents didn’t even stay as they gave you a wave goodbye. Looking to the right, your eyes looked up at the clock and saw that it was 5 pm. Today was one of the lucky days you all ended it early. With the idea of visiting Nagyung fresh in your mind, you quickly gathered your things and went towards the elevator. 
After a few seconds, the familiar ring echoed out in the hallway. The doors to the machine opened and you entered. The ride down to the garage took a bit as you were on the 45th floor. After about a minute and thirty seconds, the same ding came back and doors opened. 
Respect is what could be felt in the air. As people passed you, they all took the time to stop and give you a bow. Of course, they would show that kind of respect to the future CEO. Despite that, you felt a bit weird and appreciated when they treated you like anyone else. You never wanted the money or power to get to your head. You hope it never does. 
As you finally arrived at the black vehicle, your hands brought out the key fob and unlocked the car. The little chirp from your Toyota brought a smile to your face. You had just bought it a few days ago and loved having a state-of-the-art car for the first time in your life. Once in the driver seat, your foot stepped on the break and you pressed the start button. As the car roared to life, you waited a few seconds until the display screen in the middle of the console was active. Once up, you could see there was a Message from Mr.Lee. In the text was the address so you just clicked on it and your car put it in the GPS. With the instructions not playing in the speakers, you put the car in drive and took off. 
A few minutes passed as you drove away from the company building. Taking a glance at the time, you saw it was 5 pm and a typical dinner time. With the GPS saying you were 5 minutes away, you began to glance around and look for some food. With your eyes scanning all the buildings, they eventually saw a large neon sign that caught your attention. 
Seeing an open spot near the store, you turned your wheel and parked right in front of the building. Turning the engine off, you quickly jumped out and walked to the front door of the restaurant. The name “Very Very Good Chicken” certainly caught your attention. 
As you pulled the glass door open, the strong fragrance of chicken hit your nose. By just a few smells you got, it was going to be good. Going up to the counter, a young man could be seen just standing behind the counter. His attention was facing down, so you could tell he was just on his phone. 
As you finally reached the register, it took the young. Man, a minute to notice you were there. The sudden jolt from the man scared you since you scared him. Both of you began to laugh at this and calmed down after a few seconds. 
“Sorry. Welcome to Very Very Good Chicken. What can I get for you?”
“Hi. Could I get half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors?” 
“Of course. So half and half of the Ganjang and Yangnyeom flavors. Would you like any drinks to take with you as well or just the chicken?” 
“Hmmm. How about a bottle of draft beer?” 
“A bottle of draft beer. So in total, it’s the chicken and the beer. Your total will be 35,000 Won. How would you like to pay?” 
Handing over your card the young man quickly swiped it and then handed it back. 
“Please give us like 15 minutes to get that ready for you sir. Thank you for buying with us.” 
Nodding towards him, your legs brought you over to an empty seat and you waited for the food. The 15 minutes went by in a flash as you saw the young man walking over with the bags of food. Standing up, your right hand extended and you took hold of the plastic. 
“Thank you for buying. Hope to see you again!”
“Thank you!”
Walking out of the building, you immediately arrived at your vehicle and placed the food on the passenger seat. Getting back in the car, you took a look over your left and pulled out of the spot. Your GPS continued to direct you toward the large apartment building. After the Five-minute drive, you pulled into a large parking lot that was across the building. Your Toyota certainly stuck out from the various nice-looking cars that were stationed there. 
Despite that, you parked your car in the first spot you could find. With the engine turned off, your hand took hold of the plastic bag and hopped out of the vehicle. Your footsteps brought you to the front door where a doorman was ready to let you in. Thanking the man, you made your way inside the building and took a look around. The giant glass chandelier in the center of the lobby certainly brought all eyes to it. 
Moving past it, you eventually made it toward some elevators in the backside of the lobby. Pressing the circular button, your leg began to bounce as you waited for the elevator. A few more seconds passed until a ding echoed out in the lobby. With the door in front of you opening, you quickly hopped on the elevator and pressed the button to the 22nd floor. With the doors closing, all you could do was wait until you were on the correct floor.
A little jingle played in the metal cage as you stood there with the food. Honestly, you weren’t quite sure how to say Hi to Nagyung. Well hi was the least of your concerns. What would you talk about with your fiancé?
Your time to brainstorm ran out as the same Sound as before hit your ears. With the doors opening to your desired floor, you began to walk off the elevator and take a look around. On both sides, apartments lined down the hallways. In front of you was a sign. In the black font, you saw that on the right-hand side were all apartments from 2210- 2220. On the left-hand side were apartments 2200-2209. With a glance at your mobile device, you took a glance at the text and saw that Nagyung lived in apartment 2220.
As you moved down the right-hand side, your eyes scanned all of the apartment buildings until you reached the end of the hallway. With the number in front of you, your right hand went up and formed into a fist. Hesitation is what you felt until a sudden boost of confidence brought you to knock on her door. 
Silence was all that could be Heard. A few seconds passed as you were getting ready to knock again. Before your right hand could hit the door, the sound of the lock being undone began to come from the door. As the white door pulled back, your eyes were met with a strange man who happened to be shirtless. 
“Fucking finally. Forty-five minutes for damn fried rice.”
You didn’t even have time to react as the bag of food was snatched from your hand. A wad of cash was then thrown at your face as the man slammed the door. Were you at the wrong Apartment? Taking your phone back out, you decided to send a message to Mr. Lee. Your message only repeated the address back to the man. It didn’t even take ten seconds for the name to respond saying it was correct. 
Now you were beyond confused. Who the hell was that man? Bringing your ear to the door, muffled sounds passed through but you could hear laughter coming from a couple of people. It could be seen as rude but now you needed to know what was going on. With the keypad on the left side of the door, your fingers put in the code that was given to you. 
12418 imputed. You then pushed the door and were met with a house hallway. Stepping in, you gently closed the door behind you and lurked forward. A couple of nice-looking jackets were on the right-hand side. On the left side was a small wooden table with some car keys. The Bentley logo was very easy to see from the back of the key fob. Obviously, she had a very nice car. As you finally arrived at the end of the hallway, your eardrums picked up about three different voices who were joking around. 
“What the fuck? This is chicken, not fried rice. I’m gonna yell at this place!” 
Walking out of the hallway, you were met with The three individuals who happened to all be undressed. Nakyung as well as the man from the door yelled but you also noticed another young woman who just ran to cover her exposed body. 
“YEJUN! WHAT THE FUCK?”
“Your parents said I could come and visit you. They gave me the code to your door.”
“Wait. You know this creep? Isn’t he the delivery boy?”
“Are you really that stupid Sangjun? That’s Choi Yejun. The future CEO of the company once the merger happens.”
“That doesn’t explain why he’s here?” 
“Well, I came to visit my Fiancé. I didn’t expect to find her naked with another man and woman.”
The man’s expression changed from anger to shock when he heard those words. 
“FIANCÉ? YOU TOLD ME THE MERGER WAS JUST THE MERGING OF THE COMPANIES! YOU ARE MARRYING THE NEW CEO?”
The young man quickly threw on his pants and then bowed before you. 
“Sir I am so sorry. She never told me she was going to be married. I can’t lose this job!”
“Leave, and never disrespect a delivery driver like that again.” 
“Thank you, sir!”
As he ran away, you took a glance at Nagyung and the other woman who were now clothed. 
“Saerom unnie. Can you please give me and Yejun some privacy?”
The young woman gave your fiancé a nod and then walked deeper into the apartment. 
As your eyes met with Nagyung’s, you could tell she was beyond annoyed.
“My parents really gave you the code to enter my home?”
“Your father said it was ok since we are going to get married soon. I’m sorry I’m still just confused. Who were those two?”
“I don’t think you deserve to know that info considering you broke into my home.” 
“Look I know I did barge in but your father said I could. Who were they?”
Nagyung rolled her eyes and began to walk away from you. Following behind her, the two of you eventually reached a nice kitchen. The expensive appliances as well as granite countertops let you see the girl lived in such luxury. From a topside cabinet, the young woman pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch. Pouring the brown substance into the glass, Nagyung took a seat in the nice leather chair and looked at you. 
“Saerom Unnie is one of my assistants. I have a couple of other girls who work for me. Sangjun is just someone in the marketing department of my father's company.”
“That still doesn’t explain why he was naked. Or why your assistant was naked as well.” 
“You can’t be that’s stupid. What do men and women do when they are naked together?”
Sure you weren’t dense but somehow your brain was trying to convince you that they were participating in some other activity. 
“But why? We’re eng-“
“Engaged? That wasn’t my idea. The only reason this is happening is because my father said I had no other option. The company merger was going to happen. This way my family still kept their wealth and power and a say in the company. Did you want this to happen? I can’t say I would blame you for wanting to marry such a beautiful girl like me.” 
“No. I didn’t want this. My parents threaten to take away my birthright. I would not be the CEO of C Industries unless I married you as a favor to your parents. Now I didn’t want this b-“
“I’m going to stop you there. We both didn’t want this so why are you getting mad? I’m going to be very blunt right now. I love sex. I honestly can never have enough of it so I sleep with any man or woman who even gives me a fuck me look. We are going to get married but I’m still gonna be looking for sex. Look Yejun, you look like a sweet guy but you probably can satisfy me at all in bed. I will act like a good wife in public but I am going to live my life how I want. So if you are now well informed then get the fuck out of my house.”
The way Nagyung spoke to you made you angry yet you also felt sad. Your body reacted on its own as you began to walk towards the exit. Everything was a blur as you were finally back in your car. The anger and sadness remained. Angry that your future wife thought you less of a man. Perhaps you were wondering why you were sad. Well, you always thought you would marry a woman that loved you back. Now that dream. No, fantasy is now gone. 
As you pulled out of the driveway, you began to drive home in an almost robotic state. Fifteen minutes passed as you arrived at your apartment building. Pulling Into the garage, you made your way over to your designated spot and parked in it. Stepping out from your black vehicle, your legs brought you to the entrance where you scanned your keycard. With it unlocked, you made your way over to the small dinky elevator that was already there. Hopping in, the doors slowly closed with a bit of squeal behind them. 
With the elevator going up, you didn’t have to wait more than twenty seconds to reach the 3rd floor. Walking out of the elevator, you walked to the right side and made it to the first door there. Taking out your key, the piece of metal then entered the key slot and turned to the left. Pushing your door open, you then made your way in and closed the door behind you. 
Taking your shoes off, you left them near the door and walked to your couch. Unlike Nagyung, your home honestly was not the best. You didn’t see much of a need for an expensive home. It was all about what you made with the space you had. Wasn’t much but you loved this place. As you slowly removed some of your clothes on the couch, your phone began to ring in your pocket. Taking it out, you saw it was Mr.Lee.
“Hello, Mr.Lee. How are you?”
“I’m doing well, Yejun. Did you go see my daughter?”
……..
Silence. What could you even say to him? 
Oh yeah, I went to see her and she told me she’s gonna be getting railed 24/7 by men and women who aren’t married to her. How she’s told me she’s going to constantly cheat on me? Should you say something?
“Yejun? Are you still there?”
“A-Ah yes. We had a little bit of a chat. She was busy with the preparations so it was just a short talk. I’m sure we will talk more.”
“Oh I’m sorry she was busy but I’m glad you got to talk a little bit with her. Why don’t I schedule a dinner for you and her so you get to know each other better.”
“Oh you don’t have to-“
“Oh don’t worry. I’ll set it up for tomorrow night. 7 pm and I will send you the location.”
You didn’t even have time to respond as the phone call ended. How would dinner even go? Guess that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you should just rest. 
7 pm came faster than you anticipated. Your future father-in-law reserved a dinner at Lotte Tower. Honestly, it was all uneventful as you arrived at your table. The view out into Seoul was just amazing. You had personally never eaten at this place but you were plenty excited now. A young waitress at the time walked over and placed a glass of red wine in front of you. With a nod, you grabbed the glass and took a sip. Looking at your watch you saw it was 7 pm exactly, so your date of sorts would be arriving soon. 
One minute passed, then two, and then three. Soon it was ten minutes. By this time you could already imagine what happened. You were stood up. At least you thought you were until a young woman walked up to you. 
“M-May I take a seat? I’m here on behalf of your fiancé.”
With a nod, the young woman took a seat across from you and grabbed the cup of water. Bringing it up to her red lips, the girl began to drink the glass of water until the glass was empty. Placing it down, her eyes met with yours and she quickly looked down.
“Hello, sir. My name is P-Park Jiwon and I will be your new personal assistant.”
“When did I hire you?”
“A-Actually, your Fiancé assigned me to the position. I was working at The Lee company already as her assistant but reassigned me. She already spoke to your parents and hers and they approved.
You weren’t even married yet and this woman was already making decisions for you. 
“And let me guess. She’s currently not here because she went to meet up with one of her appointments.”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“Of course she is. Well then I guess-“
At that time, the young waitress brought over two plates of food and placed them in front of the two of you. 
“Well, this food shouldn't go to waste. Eat with me. Let’s get to know each other if we are going to be working together.”
Jiwon looked a little hesitant but as you raised your wine glass to her with a smile, she nodded her head and raised her own. 
Two hours passed and your table was full of laughter. This nervous girl was wacky and funny. You could tell that working with her was going to be a fun time. Since your dinner was over, the two of you walked out to your car and you helped her get in. You would end up dropping off at her home and then going back to your own.
A week passed and you found yourself moving things into your new office. As you placed your knick-knacks on the shelves on the right wall, a knock was heard at your door. From behind the door; Jiwon came and smiled at you. 
“Ok, I think that’s everything, Mr. Choi. That last of your things were in the box.” 
“When we are alone you don’t need to call me Mr. Choi. Yejun is fine. And thank you for the help.” 
“Of course Mr.- I mean Yejun. So what’s next?”
As Jiwon walked over, her eyes didn’t notice one of the empty boxes near you. Before you could warn her, the young woman tripped and started falling forward. Extending your arms, you managed to catch Jiwon before she smashed her face into the floor. 
“You ok Jiwon?” 
“Y-Yeah. Thank you.” 
“Well, don’t you two look nice and cozy.”
You took a look in the direction of the voice and were met with a glare from your fiancé. Jiwon quickly stood up and got away from you. Bowing towards her, Nagyung got closer and got face to face with Jiwon. 
“Why don’t you go get me a coffee, Jiwon?”
“Yes, Ms.Lee.” 
Running out of your office, Nagyung came over and glared at you now. 
“Was it you?” 
“What was me?” 
“Did you tell the media we’re getting married?”
“No. I did not.” 
“DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME.”
“Watch your fucking tone with me. Why the hell would I tell the media?”
“Because it played out exactly how you would want it. Everyone now knows I’m engaged and going to be married. No man wants to risk pissing you off so they all cut their ties to me. None of them will fuck me. Sure I still got some girls to mess around with but I need a man to please me.” 
“Nagyung. I did not tell the media. It probably just made its way out. Maybe this will be a way for you to stop this little habit you have.” 
“Oh shut up. You’re probably looking forwards to fucking your assistant. What the hell did I walk into?” 
“She fell. I caught her. Don’t try to assume you know me.” 
“Whatever. Since the news is out, the media will be outside our wedding. When we pass the camera’s we will be the perfect couple. Do what you need to do so that narrative will play out.” 
You hadn't noticed Nagyung had a tight hold on your arm until she let go. Walking towards the door, Jiwon almost bumped into Nagyung as she was returning. Nagyung took the cold cup from Jiwon's hand and left your office. That nervous girl you had met at dinner returned around her. It’s something you hated to see.
“I’m sorry about that Jiwon.”
“It’s ok. She’s been like that for the two months I worked for her.” 
“Well, I will make sure it stops. Don’t you worry about that.” 
Jiwon’s frown turned into a smile when you told her that. In a short time, you already cared for this girl. You would make sure to protect her the best you could. 
The chirping from birds let you know it was the next day. A little look from your crusty eyes saw that it was seven am. You had to be at the shop to get your hair done by eight. Begrudgingly, your legs threw your covers off of you and made their way to your slippers. Standing up, you managed to tumble your way to the shower and hop in once the dirty pajamas were off. 
You knew your time was short so you made your shower quick. That cold water surely helped you to wake up. Since you were in a bit of a hurry, you took your time in the shower to also brush your teeth. Some people might be disgusted but you do what you need to when you're short on time.
Getting out of the shower, you managed to empty your bladder and run back out to your room. From your dresser came a casual pair of underwear, sweatpants and a shirt. Throwing them on, you then made your way to your kitchen and grabbed a few cookies from a container. Shoving them in your mouth, you then got to your shoe stand grabbed the comfiest pair of sneakers, and threw them on. Looking up at your clock on the wall, you saw it was 7:20 already. 
Grabbing the keys to your vehicle, you rushed your way towards it.
The drive was uneventful as you arrived at the shop with 15 minutes to spare. With your parked near the building. You then made your way to the entrance and met with the Receptionist. The young woman smiled at you as she saw you. 
“Well if it isn’t the man of the hour. Welcome, Mr.Choi. Please follow me, I’m sure you're ready to start getting spiffy for your future bride.” 
With a nod, you began to follow the young woman down a pair of nice granite steps. This shop was amazing. As you finally got down the stairs, you saw plenty of workers running around getting different things ready. 
As you passed a small section of the shop, your ears could hear why people were running all over. The voice of your fiancé was telling people instructions on how she wanted to look. The receptionist pushed you forward into an area with other males that were waiting for you. 
“They will be responsible for getting your hair and other stuff ready. Your fiancé already brought your suit in which you will be married. They will make sure it fits you perfectly despite having your measurements beforehand. Have fun.” 
With a nod, you walked over to the men and gave them a bow. 
“Please make me look good today.”
The men all smiled and Instructed you to sit down. 
Hours went by. It wasn’t just your hair that was getting done. By orders of Nagyung, light makeup was being applied to you. Somehow light makeup took nearly 4 hours. Wouldn’t that be heavy makeup? Either way, it was noon by the time your hair and makeup were done. The staff had ordered some small sandwiches for you all to snack on before you went to put on your suit. With your simple ham sandwich gone, you went and looked at your suit.
The black tux seemed to be custom-tailored to your size. You probably had your parents to thank for that. You could have sworn a suit of yours was missing from your wardrobe. Pulling a cover, you proceeded to remove the tuxedo from its hanger and laid it on a table. Removing your clothes, you proceeded to throw on the white dress shirt and buttoned it up. Grabbing the pants from the table, your right leg went into the right slot and the left leg into the left slot. You had plenty of practice with suits and such. Putting them on wasn’t hard at all. 
After two more minutes, your belt was in the buckles and you had your pants and dress shirt on. The white bow tie that remained on the table stood out to you. Most women made their partner wear the same color their 2nd dress would be. This being the color could either mean she wanted you to look bad, or her dress after the wedding would be white as well. Either way, you proceeded to pick up the bow tie and put it on. The final piece of your outfit was the nice black jacket. As you put it on, your eyes looked into the mirror in front of you. Your outfit was complete. Honestly, it was a perfect fit. 
Pulling back on the cover, you proceeded to walk out towards the stylists and they began to pass a lint roller all over your tux. 
“Perfect sir. Your bride is going to be very happy.”
“Yeah, sure she would.”
“Your wedding is being held at 3 pm in the Seoul Cathedral. That’s about a 30-minute drive from here. It’s 1:30 pm so it’s time to head out. Good luck today and don’t forget to say I do.” 
Giving the men a bow, you began to head back out the way the receptionist had brought you. It was nothing eventful until you found a giant limousine waiting for you. The older man waiting by the back door gave you a bow and pulled it open. Giving the older man a bow, you quickly entered the limo and the door closed behind you. After a few seconds, the man went to the driver's side and hopped in. Before you knew it, you were on your way to the cathedral.
Honestly, it surprised you how many times you were using the same word to describe your wedding day. Uneventful. The 30-minute drive was uneventful until you finally arrived at your destination. The flashing cameras began to surround the vehicle as well as yells from the media. Security was already outside and began to push the men and women away as your vehicle inched forward to its final spot. Once there, the large men who helped push the media away helped you step out of the limo. 
Despite being pushed back once, the various news sites came piling back over once again. The yells of your security were all you could hear as they were throwing the men and women back. Step by step you began to go up the steps of the cathedral. You aren’t even sure how much time it took until you were finally at the entrance. Once past the wooden doors, you could finally hear yourself think. 
As you began to move further into the church, various men and women began to walk toward you and say their hellos. Despite it being early, the church was already filled with various people. A large majority of these people were businessmen and women who wanted to get on your family’s good side. Doesn’t surprise you most of them are there to kiss ass. 
The repeated motions of your arm going up and down were annoying. Sure everyone knows how simple a handshake is but once you reached 30 people, it was just bothersome. With the random businessmen out of the way, next was saying hello to the executives of The Lee Company. As you stood in front of the 6 men and women, your head went down and gave them all a deep bow.
“I welcome you all to my wedding. Thank you for taking the time to come to this event. I’m sure all of your schedules were packed.”
The oldest of the bunch came over and shook your hand. 
“Of course, we need to attend to meet our company president. Some were hesitant but this merger will help make us all a lot of money. I speak on behalf of all of my colleagues here. I am Ru Sangki.” 
“Mr.Ru. I thank you all for coming. Will you be joining us for the festivities after?” 
“Who could ever say no to free alcohol?”
With a small laugh, you proceeded to make your way to the end of the church where your parents were waiting. As your mother's eyes met with your own, you could see she was beginning to tear up.
“Sweetie. Y-You look amazing.”
“Thank you, Mother. Please don’t cry. You know I hate that.” 
“I just never thought I would s-see the day.”
“Well, it’s here whether we like it or not.” 
Placing a hand on your shoulder, your father looked at you. 
“L-Listen Yejun. Your mother and I know this wasn’t your favorite thing but we appreciate you doing this. This will help our families rise to new heights. I guess we’re beginning to sound like broken records but this has already had an impact. Our stock prices have risen 7% since the first word of your wedding. New investors are lining up. The two of you will make this into a worldwide empire. I’m sure of it. You’re both young. I’m sure you will learn to love each other.”
You wanted to roll your eyes but as a matter of respect, you just nodded your head to your father. 
“OK then. Your wedding will start in a few minutes. Why don’t you go stand up there and we will get started once your bride arrives.”
“Yes, father.” 
Walking up on the stage, you began to just wait and give everyone a nod as they got to their seats. Minute after minute passed as your foot began to tap on the wooden floor. You were in your own world until the sound of an organ playing spooked you. The stereotypical tune from weddings began to play for everyone’s ears. Everyone was sitting for a minute until the sound of the doors could be heard. 
The crowd now standing, looked back and began to take pictures. Your eyes first noticed the older man with her arm intertwined. Next to him was the young woman who had a white dress. Nagyung’s wedding dress wasn’t like other women’s. Most women had massive gowns that could fall to the floor. The fluff from those dresses was always a lot yet Nagyung didn’t dress like that. 
Your fiancé’s dress was short. Her legs were on full display for the crowd to see. The two straps on her shoulders showed her soft skin. The white down her body showed her beautiful curves that could make any man drool. Around her neck, the collar of her dress seemed to have jewels all around to just show a look of elegance. 
Step by step, the young woman got closer as her father held her arm. Small cries could be heard on the left-hand side. As you looked, your eyes noticed Nagyung’s mother crying at the sight of her daughter. You could tell she was just happy her child was getting married. After a few more seconds, Mr.Lee and Nagyung were finally at the front. 
Walking down the five steps, your arm then extended to take Nagyung. Mr.Lee in that moment caught you by surprise as he hugged you. 
“Look after her please.”
You were a bit shocked by this action but after you composed yourself, Mr.Lee revived a nod yes from you. Taking Nagyung’s arm, the two of you went up the 5 wooden steps and met with a priest who seemed to appear out of thin air. 
“Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to welcome you all here today. It’s not often family, friends and loved ones get the chance to gather all together but you all took the time to come here for a very special moment. The moment when a man and woman become one. This is a sacred event that has stood the test of time. One that plenty would feel blessed to have, and I am sure these two feel just that way. Choi Yejun and Lee Nagyung have brought you here today for this. Their marriage. Now as I stand before these two, I can see the nerves on their faces. What couple wouldn’t be nervous on their special day but this just shows the love the two have for each other.”
You could almost laugh hearing those words but you needed to keep the act up. Nagyung smiled at the priest and nodded her head. 
“Now Yejun, the duty of a husband can be tough. Sometimes you will be a friend, other times a confidant but you will always be the head of the family. You will be responsible for the needs your wife will have. Be that someone to talk to or someone to just enjoy time together. The key to all this will be communication. Communication will be the thing to help your marriage last as long as people like your parents. I hope you can fulfill the needs of your family. Now Nagyung. That same goes for you. The role of a husband can be hard at times but you will be his friend and confidant. The two of you will also have the struggles of running a business but if you communicate, then you can stand everything thrown at you two. Now I know plenty of weddings like to go on for an hour and bore you all with different sorts of speeches but I’m not going to do that to you all. I’ll make it shorter than average. We will now move on to the vows. We will start with Yejun. Repeat after me.”
At least this wasn’t going to be long.
“I, Choi Yejun.”
“I, Choi Yejun.”
“Take you, Lee Nagyung.”
“Take you, Lee Nagyung.”
“To be my wife.”
“To be my wife.”
“To have and to hold from this day forward.”
“To have and to hold from this day forward.”
“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”
“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”
“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”
“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”
“Now Nagyung. Repeat after me. I, Lee Nagyung.”
“I, Lee Nagyung.”
“Take you, Choi Yejun.”
“To be my Husband.”
“To be my Husband.”
“To have and to hold from this day forward.”
“To have and to hold from this day forward.”
“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”
“For better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.”
“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”
“In sickness and in health, I promise to love and cherish you.”
“Thank you, both of you. Now I must ask. Should anyone have any reason these 2 should not be wed today, please speak or forever hold your piece.”
Silence in the church.
“Well then. As I said I wouldn’t make this long. By the power vested in me by South Korea and god, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
As you looked at your bride. Your eyes met with hers and saw she was smiling at you. You could tell it was fake but you had to play the part. Putting your hand on your wife’s waist, you then pull her closer and put your left hand on the back of her head. Tilting your head to the left, you then pulled Nagyung’s face toward you and connected your lips. The kiss was simple, just your lips touching but your heart was racing. It had been years since you kissed a girl. You were ready to push your tongue forward until Nagyung pulled her face back. 
Cheers filled the church as the two of you faced the crowd. Smiles were on everyone’s faces. Your parents as well as your in-laws seemed happy. With the feeling of happiness in the air, you couldn’t help but give a genuine smile. At that time, Nagyung pulled your head closer to hers. 
“Carry me to the limo. Make it seem romantic, idiot.”
Now your fake smile is back. Picking the young woman up, you began to walk down the wooden steps and go down the aisle. The cheers continued as you went down and gave everyone a quick nod. Nagyung pulled herself up a little and began to kiss your cheek. Each step you took brought you closer and closer to the doors. Security was ready as you finally reached the end. Your parents and in-laws managed to keep up with you and were ready to go out. 
“Take a few pictures for the media and walk to the limo. We will join you there.”
“Ready, Nagyung?”
“Let’s do this.”
With security pushing the door open, your eyes were immediately blinded by the flashing lights of cameras. Yells from your security as well as the media hit your ears once more. You thought they were crazy before but now that your wife was in your arms, they almost lost it. You were now the power couple of South Korea. Each push on the men that were in front of you wasn’t fruitful. It took a couple of tries for you to make any progress towards the limo. 
More of your guards came and began to pull the cameramen away from you all. Taking a chance, you posed with Nagyung and she smiled for the cameras. After an intense struggle that lasted five minutes, you were finally at the limo door. For one final picture, you looked at Nagyung and attached your lips to hers. The kiss was the same as before, just on the lips. It made your heart skip a beat until your wife pulled away again. 
Putting your wife down, the young woman stepped into the limo and you followed behind. Your parents as well as in-laws also hopped in the limo and then closed the door. Unlike before, security already had them away from the vehicle and you were able to take off. Hugs were passed around as everyone hugged their parents. Your parents then hugged Nagyung and your in-laws hugged you.
“Your dress was stunning. So different from other brides.” 
“Thank you, Mrs.Choi. I-“
“Call me Mom please.” 
“Thank you M-Mom. I had the dress custom-made by some famous stylists at Versace. It was worth every penny.” 
The rest of your ride was filled with Nagyung talking about her dress as well as the different jewelry she had on her person. For not wanting to get married she truly went all out for her dress. Fifteen minutes passed as you reached the venue for the reception. A hotel.  Your wife had reserved several rooms and suites in this massive hotel. As the limo parked at the entrance, security stood guard and helped you get out. Helping Nagyung get out, you extended your arm once more and began to walk in with your family. 
“Now me and your in-laws will finish setting up the reception. You two go over to the conference room and we will come get you when it’s time.” 
“Ok, mom.” 
Walking to an adjoining room, you and Nagyung found a couple of reclining seats and sat in them. The only noises that could be heard were the music as well as the staff workers who were setting up. You Weren’t sure how much time had passed until you heard a small grunt from Nagyung. Looking in her direction, the young woman was standing up and walking towards the door. 
“You ok?”
“I’m gonna go do something. I’ll be back.” 
You didn’t get the chance to respond as your wife pulled the door open and left. You were getting ready to follow behind her until the door opened again. A smile filled your face as you saw it was Jiwon. 
“Congratulations Yejun!”
“Thank you Jiwon. I didn’t know you were in attendance.”
“Well of course I needed to come. I want to support you and be here in case you need something. So where is your bride going?”
“She said she would be back. That’s it.”
Jiwon’s smile turned into a look of sadness when she heard that. 
“I think I know where she went. Follow me.”
Should you?
Jiwon didn’t wait as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the rooms. The first floor seemed to have a few hotel rooms. As you went down this hallway, Jiwon reached one of the many doors there and pulled out a keycard. Scanning it, the green light appeared and she pushed the door open. Walking in, you were met by a sight that angered you. Nagyung had her arms wrapped around another woman and was kissing her neck. Somehow they didn’t even notice you. 
“Nagyung. You’re married now. W-We shouldn’t.”
“It’s ok. I’m sure he won't mind it being another girl, Seoyeon.”
You weren’t sure why you were surprised. She said she was going to keep cheating but with the men avoiding her, you thought the women would too. Your eyes seeing this were suddenly met with the worried young woman. You could see the fear in her eyes as what she worried about happened. 
“M-Mr. Choi.”
Nagyung at that time turned around and saw you. Most people would act shocked when caught cheating. Nagyung just rolled her eyes. 
“Did you bring my husband here?”
Jiwon was silent for a second until she nodded yes. 
“Next time keep to yourself. Or you will be out a Jo-“
“You will not be out of a job Jiwon. I give you my word on that. Nagyung. I truly thought that maybe you would not do it but I’m here and you couldn’t give a shit. Wow.” 
As you began to walk out of the room, you could hear Nagyung scoff and yell at you. You paid her no mind as you and Jiwon returned to your waiting room. Once there, you took a seat again and just closed your eyes. While anger was coming off in waves, you felt a hand touch your arm. It was Jiwon and you could tell she was sorry for you. In a short time, this girl was already proving to be a better friend than any you had before. 
“Sorry. I know this wasn’t your choice but maybe if you have a normal conversation with her then she will listen and stop.” 
You were just silent. It could seem stupid but it only really hurt because Nagyung was keeping stuff from you, lying.  At that time your fiancé returned and took a seat. The two of you were just glaring at each other now. Tension was all that could be felt in the air. Nagyung could have probably jumped on you until a knock on the door caught everyone's attention. It was the party planner. 
“Everything is all set. Let’s go show everyone the lovely couple.”
Your feelings would have to wait, you now had to be the perfect couple. Standing up, you and your wife met at the door and intertwined your arms. Both of you put a fake smile on your faces and walked toward the reception hall door. The doors were quickly pulled open and music began to play. You and Nagyung began to playfully dance to the tune while going into the reception hall. Cheers echoed in the venue as the two of you made your way to the center of the hall. 
You were ready to continue walking toward your seats until a slow song began to play. Normally the first dance would be later on but it looked like it was at that moment. Placing your hand on Nagyung’s thin waist, the two of you began to stumble a bit and go in the opposite direction. To everyone, it was just nerves when in reality you had never practiced this with your wife. 
“Get your shit together and dance. I better not be embarrassed by this.”
Looking to the right a bit, Nagyung began to follow you and you both swayed left and then right in tune. Your dance wasn’t amazing but it served its purpose. A couple of minutes passed as the song stopped and everyone clapped. Directed to your table, the two of you took your seats and looked out into the crowd. It would be a long rest of the day. 
Hours went by. To say it was horrible was an understatement. Every few minutes Nagyung would pull you closer and complain about something you did. Insult after insult continued to go in your ears. How were you going to have a calm conversation with your wife? You were angry. She was angry and annoyed. Would your emotions cause problems in this chat? A sudden pinch on your arm brought you back to your senses. The two of you had been bowing toward everyone who came to the weddings and it had ended. As people packed the dance floor and music blared in people’s ears, your parents and in-laws walked over and placed a few folders in front of the two of you. 
“We know it’s been a long night, and it’s still technically a little early but we couldn’t wait any longer. In front of you are the deeds to your new home. Now C Industries has been developing a new mega building near the heart of Seoul. Well, the penthouse is already done. This home would be worth several million but it’s our wedding gift to the two of you.”
Both you and Nagyung were surprised. The two of you thought it would be time to go home shopping soon but your parents gifted you one. Both you and Nagyung bowed your heads and the massive gift you both received. 
“Finally. In front of you are the transfer of ownership documents for both you and Nagyung. It’s all set. You both just need to sign and Yejun will be the CEO while Nagyung will be the COO.”
Pulling the cover to the manilla folder, the documents were all there and you began to give them a look over. There were no tricks in the end. This was the moment you had been dreaming about your whole life. Picking up a pen, your hand went down to the bottom of the document and began to sign. Once your lengthy signature was done, you took a glance to the left and saw Nagyung was done signing as well. Your wife was smiling and u like her previous ones, this one looked genuine.
“We are proud of the two of you. Welcome the new leaders of C Industries!”
Finally after everything today you were happy now also. 
“We know it’s a bit early but the presidential suit was reserved for the two of you tonight. Here are the keycards so you can enter. Go ahead and leave whenever you want. We love you both.” 
With your parents and in-laws leaving, Nagyung immediately took one of the cards and looked up at the clock. It was 10 pm. 
“Well, I will be heading to the suite. I’m done with all these fake smiles I’ve been giving. Have fun dumbass.”
Standing up, Nagyung made her way to the exit and bowed at everyone as she left. You were left alone at your table now. It felt awkward. Should you just go to your room also? Wait, what if Nagyung was meeting with another person again? 
Your mind began to go in circles as you asked yourself that question repeatedly. Your body reacted on its own as you made your way to the exit. After saying your goodbyes, you quickly made your way towards the elevator and waited for it. After a minute, the metal cage arrived and you walked in. Scanning your keycard, you then pressed the button to the presidential suite and the doors closed. As you went up, your leg began to bounce as you waited to get to your room. 
A loud ding brought you back to earth and the doors opened. Right in front of you was the entrance to the suit. With the card scanner on the handle, you quickly scanned the rectangle in your hand and saw the green light. Walking in, the door was pushed almost all the way but then stopped by a pair of white heels. Pushing your way past the door, you continued your way further until you reached the living room. On the couch sat your wife. The bottle of champagne on the table in front of her was opened and she was enjoying it. 
“Why are you up here?” 
“I have just as much right to be in this room Nagyung.” 
Grabbing a glass, you then poured some of the contents of the bottle into it. You didn’t even hesitate to down the entire glass of champagne. Nagyung scoffed at this action and filled her glass once more. 
“You’re acting like you had a tough day. I had to act like the perfect wife.”
“And you are acting like you aren’t a nightmare to deal with. I tried my best to be kind towards you all day yet all you did was treat me like trash.” 
Nagyung’s scoff returned as she then stood up. 
“I have been treating you well, all things considered.”
Your wife at that time walked towards the bedroom, leaving you shocked at her words. Following behind you raised your voice a bit. 
“That was treating me well? How the fuck is that treating me well?”
“You got to kiss a gorgeous woman like me. I think that’s pretty good for a loser like you. Plus you ruined one of my chances to destress. I could have slapped you for that.” 
“First. You need to stop calling me a loser. I don’t get where you got that idea and secondly, you went to do shit like that on our wedding day. You don’t even care.” 
“I don’t care. I told you I love sex. A wimp like you can’t satisfy me.”
Getting closer to Nagyung, your glare met with hers.
“I have asked you already. Stop calling me a wimp. I’m getting tired of this.”
“Wimp, wimp, wimp.” 
Our anger was ready to boil over. You had this rage you wanted to release but you didn’t know how. You hadn’t noticed how close your face was to Nagyung’s until you could feel her breath on yours. The two of you were angry and needed to get rid of this feeling. 
Your bodies reacted on their own as you both grabbed each other. Your lips were connected to Nagyung’s before you knew what was happening. This wasn’t like the short kisses you had before. You had wanted to push your tongue forward before and now you had the chance. 
As your tongue moved into her mouth, the two of you began to fight against each other. You would have figured Nagyung would push you away but she continued to kiss you. The young woman’s tongue was shorter than yours, yet she managed to put up a good fight. Your tongues were pushing against each other and then circling, chasing each other.  With your pent-up anger, you finally pushed your tongue against hers and took control in her mouth. Oxygen was something the two of you didn’t notice until your lungs felt empty. 
Pulling back, both of your chests heaved as they took in as much air as possible. Still, your face ended up back in her body only now her neck. First, you began with small pecks on her soft skin. A few pecks later you began to nibble on her skin and pull a bit. The combination of your kisses and bites began to leave a red mark on your wife’s neck. Soft moans hit your ear as Nagyung held you close. 
You weren’t sure when but after a little bit, Nagyung was already pulling off your jacket and ripped off your tie. Your hands stopped being idle after those actions and followed her lead. Your wife didn’t have much clothes on, so it was easy to begin to raise her white dress. Pulling back from your bride's neck, she began to help you remove her wedding dress. As the clothes began to leave her body, your eyes were blessed by the sight of her nude breast. Nagyung didn’t have a bra on this entire time. Just that thought made your already stiff cock to twitch. 
Nagyung seemed impatient as the young woman ripped the buttons to your shirt open. With that out of the way, your hands went down to your belt and unhooked it. Pulling the leather belt off your pants, Nagyung quickly unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down. Raising both your legs, your pants were finally gone and you were matching Nagyung. Only your undergarments remained. 
“Not bad for a wimp.”
“Shut up you bitch. Why am I even doing this?”
“Please, I'm asking myself that. You probably have a little shrimp dick.”
Nagyung’s hand reached out and took hold of your clothes shaft. Your wife had a smirk on her face until she began to feel around. 
“Take a look then.” 
Your wife rolled her eyes at the cockiness in your tone and dropped to her knees. As she went down, her hands wrapped around the band of your underwear and pulled it down. As your cock was freed from its confines, it accidentally hit Nagyung in the face as she got closer. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at your dick. Raising her hand slowly, your wife’s dainty fingers wrapped around your cock. 
“Well well well. I guess my husband is blessed with a nice cock after all.”
Slowly, Nagyung’s hand began to move up and down your length. With each small stroke, a bit of precum left your tips and began to move down your shaft. The clear slick began to slick up your wife’s hand a bit. Her hand was soft and moving slowly, yet it felt great. Nagyung. Could tell these small actions felt amazing as she then sped up a little bit.
“Awe. Your cock is heating up a bit. This is probably the most a girl has ever done to your length.”
“I’m not a virgin Nagyung. I just don’t Sleep around with anything that breathes.”
“Well you should be happy your wife loves sex. Because that means I’m an expert at this.”
Goosebumps filled your body as you felt something warm wrap around your cock. Looking down, your eyes met with Nagyung’s as her mouth trapped your tip. A few small sucks began to attack your cock head. A slight groan left your mouth as Nagyung continued this action. Sure it felt great but it would quickly bore you. 
Nagyung seemed to have read your mind as she smirked a bit. Lower and lower went your wife’s mouth on your length. You weren’t sure how but Nagyung managed to move your entire length down her throat. After five seconds, Nagyung pulled her mouth back and off your length. Your wife then began to move her tongue on your length and moved it from the base to your tip. Left then right went her tongue around your cock. Moving down to your balls, Nagyung began to move her tongue around them and played with them. Your wife’s hand while she sucked on your balls stroked it up and down. 
After a minute, Nagyung returned her mouth to your length and began to suck on your cock head. Down went her head on your length inch by inch until you filled her throat. The same action repeated two more times until Nagyung hit you with something new. When you filled her throat once more, you felt a vibration around your length as well as a constriction. Nagyung was somehow massaging your cock with her throat. It was unlike anything you had felt before. If you truly were a virgin, you would have blasted your load down Nagyung's throat at that moment. 
Pulling back, Nagyung giggled a bit and just looked at you. 
“How does that feel dear? I told you I’m talented. Or maybe you are just a virgin.
“T-That was….. ok.” 
“Well. If it’s just ok then fuck my face. Dump a load down my throat.”
With the same insult being repeated, you decided to take her up on this invitation. Both of your hands took hold of Nagyung’s head and your waist began to move back and forth. At first, it was slow but when your eyes met with Hers, you saw she rolled them at you. With a sudden thrust, Nagyung’s throat was filled and her eyes shot out a bit. Back and forth your cock entered and left her mouth. Your wife’s throat was getting filled every second with your action. Despite this, she would take deep breaths when she could and took it. She truly wasn’t a rookie at this. Once again, Nagyung began to constrict your length with her throat. The feeling every time felt like the first time. The girl certainly wanted you to cum. 
“F-Fuck. Guess you can do more than just complain with that mouth.”
You felt almost embarrassed but you knew you were close. Using as much strength as you could, you pounded into your wife’s throat. You didn’t have time to warn Nagyung as you thrust into her throat a final time, blowing your load. Shot after shot of your cum went down the young woman’s canal. A small pur left Nagyung’s mouth as your semen filled her stomach. It was one of the best orgasms you had in a while. Letting go of your wife, Nagyung pulled back and began to suck on your tip. Your whole body jolted as you were still sensitive.
“Fuck. I haven’t swallowed a load that big in a while. You must have needed to let one out for a while now.”
Your head just nodded a bit as Nagyung stood up and laid her back on the bed. 
“Hurry up and eat my pussy. I better cum from that worthless tongue of yours.
After finally catching your breath, your legs dropped down and you brought yourself up to Nagyung’s legs.
“Sit back and enjoy, bitch.”
Wrapping your arms around Nagyung’s thick thighs, you then pulled your wife closer. Deciding to tease Nagyung, your lips went to her legs, and began to kiss them. Each peck down her leg brought you closer and closer to her panties. Nagyung being impatient wrapped her hand on her panties and pulled them down. With her privates uncovered, your kisses got closer and closer until you hovered about her pussy. Her slick had covered her legs already and you had a taste, but now you wanted more
“Fucking eat my pussy.” 
You would have liked to leave her there frustrated, but you decided to be nice and gave her pussy a kiss. A little moan left her mouth and you gave her lips another kiss. You repeated this action as your hands moved up to her folds. Spreading them open, your tongue took the chance to push in and began to lick around. More moans left Nagyung’s mouth as your tongue began to swirl in her cavern. 
With her folds parted, your eyes managed to see your wife’s clit. With your left hand, you began to run her nub in little circles. Letting go of Nagyung’s folds, you then used your right hand and pushed your index finger into her. The small moans were replaced with swears as your fingers moved in and out of her pussy. All 3 actions made your wife begin to jump around. She wasn’t ready for you to please her. Nagyung was truly caught off guard. 
Adding two more fingers at once, Nagyung’s legs began to shake at the combined efforts of your hands and tongue. In and out your fingers pistoned Nagyung’s tunnel faster and faster. Your tongue with its continuous flicks on her clit began to speed up despite your mouth getting tired. Nagyung was close and you could tell.
Pulling back, you looked up at Nagyung and heard a groan from her. 
“Why the fuck did you stop?”
“Maybe we should just leave you here as payback or-“
Nagyung wasn’t happy and pulled your head back into her snatch. Should you keep going? Nagyung didn’t wait as her fingers began to rub her clit. Your three fingers pushed back into her snatch and your tongue licked her folds. It didn’t take long for Nagyung to get close to her orgasm again. Moving your fingers as fast as possible. 
“F-Fuck. Just a l-little more.”
Keeping the same pace, Nagyung soon began to jolt around and yell. A rush of fluids hit your face and you then opened your mouth. Each squirt of your wife’s fluids filled your mouth quickly. Drinking it, your body shivered as you had the best-tasting drink of your life. Pulling back, Nagyung was panting for air and had a bright smile on her face.
All of this made you hard again. You thought you were turned on before, but now. You wanted to fuck the life out of your wife. You didn’t hesitate to stand back up and line your length with her folds. Nagyung saw this and smirked. 
“Look at you. Taking charge. I wonder if that cock can make me cum.”
“I already made you cum.”
“That was with my help. I doubt you can do it on your own but go ahead and try.”
“Let’s see if that loose pussy can make me cum.” 
Your cock head began to push forward and wrapped around your length. You didn’t hesitate to go as deep as possible in that instant. Every inch of your length was wrapped by Nagyung’s walls, and it was the greatest feeling ever. Pulling back, you began to move back and forth. 
“Mhmmmm. Such a beautiful cock but I’ve had better.” 
Your anger returned as you wrapped your hands on her hips. Harder and harder your cock began to shove itself into your wife.
“Little better but I think I should go find a better cook than you right now.”
Adding a bit of speed, your hips thrusted more and more into Nagyung’s pussy. Achieving a steady speed, you continued to fuck Nagyung. 
Clap clap clap
Those were the sounds that could be heard in the room. Finding a bit more strength, you began to move harder. Grunts left your mouth as Nagyung moaned. 
“T-That’s fucking it. Keep going, wimp” 
Grabbing Nagyung’s hair, you aggressively pulled your wife’s upper body closer to you. 
“S-Stop calling me a wimp.” 
“Y-You want me to stop. Then make sure I cum.”
Lowering your hand, your fingers began to search until you found her clit once more. As your wife did before, your fingers began to move her clit in circles. You could feel your wife begin to constrict her walls on your length from this action. You hadn’t noticed Nagyung had her arms wrapped around your neck until now. Letting go of her upper body, your head moved down and went into her breast. 
With your mouth wide open, you managed to find Nagyung’s right nipple and wrapped it around your lips. At first, you began to give it a few teases but soon you began to suck on it harder. You were never the best multitasker yet you managed to keep fucking Nagyung, playing with her clit and sucking on her breasts. Raising your head, you then moved your mouth to her left breast and began to suck on her nipple. 
“Fuck. I-I’ve needed this.”
“M-Me too.”
You were surprised at that moment as Nagyung pulled your head back. You thought she was going to push you away until she brought her lips to yours. The two of you were in a battle once more. Your tongues fighting for dominance. This kiss was aggressive, yet you could feel almost a sense of care in it. Pulling back from the kiss, Nagyung smiled at you and kissed your cheek. 
“B-Babe. Keep going, please. I’m going to cum if you keep this pace.” 
Your heart fluttered a bit when she called you that. You were going to help her cum. Keeping your thrusting pace, your fingers sped up and stimulated her clit even more. Nagyung at that time began to yell once more and jump around in your arms. Your wife’s eyes began to roll back as she continued to jump around. The construction around your length was just as good as her throat, you were ready to cum. With a few more thrusts, your length reached the end of your wife’s caverns. Your seed began to flood your wife’s snatch as you fell on top of your wife. Your cock throbbed more than five times as you filled her to the brim with your semen. 
You weren’t sure how much time passed as you felt Nagyung kissing your neck. Getting back up, you looked down and saw your cum leaking out of your wife’s pussy. Nagyung brought her fingers down at that moment and grabbed some of the semen that was dripping. 
Raising it to her mouth, your wife playfully spun around and raised her ass towards you. 
“Put another load in me.”
You didn’t need to think twice about that invitation. Despite everything, your cock was still plenty hard. Nagyung at that time reached back and lined your length up with her folds. With a push, your length was enveloped in your wife’s caverns once more. 
“Fuck. How are you so tight?” 
“How do you have such a nice cock?”
Picking up a little speed, your thrusts began to get harder. Nagyung at that time brought her upper body up and you took hold of her arms. From your wife’s delicate arms, they began to go up and take hold of her breast. Your lips once more went to her neck and you began to pepper it with kisses.
“God I love that. Maybe I really won’t need another cock after this.” 
“Here y-you go again. This is the only cock you are going to have from now on.”
“M-Maybe but you get a pleasure other men have never had.” 
“And what’s that you whore.”
Nagyung’s walls got tighter with that word. 
“None of them got to fuck me without a condom. Let alone fill me with cum.” 
“Then let me fuck a-another load into your loose pussy.”
Nagyung moaned when you insulted her again. Your speed began to increase when you could imagine another load in your wife. Letting go of her left breast, you immediately raised it and slapped her ass. A grunt left Nagyung as you then slapped her ass again. 
“Y-You can do better dear. Fuck me like others have before.” 
Your slaps continued on her ass after she said those words. 
“S-Shut up you whore.”
“W-Whore? Yet you’re fucking me.”
“B-Because this is my pussy now.” 
Your thrusts increased and Nagyung began to grunt like you. 
“C-Choke me.” 
You would have never thought of yourself grabbing your partner's neck during sex but with the way Nagyung spoke to you, there wasn’t any hesitation. Both of your hands wrapped around the young woman’s neck and began to squeeze a bit. This seemed to turn Nagyung more. The constriction around your cock got tighter with each squeeze you gave her neck. Nagyung began to lower her hand down to her clit but you saw this and slapped her hand away. 
“Y-You come when I say so.” 
Your right hand continued to give a few squeezes to her neck while your left hand went to her clit. Rubbing it in circles once more. Your combined efforts were bringing Nagyung to her orgasm, and you were soon to follow. Should you be ashamed about cuming so soon again? Probably not when you were making her cum quickly also. 
Every one of your actions went as fast as they could. The rubbing of Nagyung’s clit, the choking of her neck, and the thrusting Into her walls. 
“P-Please. Just a little more.”
With your constant pace, you saw Nagyung’s body begin to shake as her third orgasm of the night came. A rush of fluids hit the bed as you gave her neck one final squeeze. Just like your hands. Your wife’s walls squeezed around your cock and tried to milk you of all you had. Letting go of her neck, your cum began to fill Nagyung. Pants for air and mains filled the room, just like you filled your wife. 
After a minute, Nagyung pulled her body away from yours and pulled the covers to the bed. Hoping under the covers, you followed her and wrapped her in your arms. 
The room was silent until Nagyung broke the air. 
“Can I be honest?” 
“Sure.”
“That was some of the best sex I’ve had in a while. You were great but I still want to sleep with other partners. I have been doing this for so long and it will just be so hard to change myself. 
You began to chuckle a bit hearing that. 
“I have a compromise. Why don’t you let me sleep with other women and you can sleep with other women as well?”
You were amazed at what you just heard. You were mad about your fiancé trying to sleep with others but now your mind was debating if you should take this offer.
“It’s called an open relationship. And to stay clean I will only sleep with women I introduce you to and you can sleep with women I introduce you to. You already proved that cock can satisfy me. I won’t lie to you anymore or try to trick you but please let me continue this life, dear.”
Should you do it? should you change your morals just to have more sex?
“I’ll let you fuck Saerom unnie first if you would like.”
Your cock twitched at the thought of fucking her. Her beautiful body certainly had never left your mind when you saw it. This deal would be in your favor. 
“Fuck it. Let’s do it. So much for being angry at you for trying to sleep with others."
Nagyung laughed and hopped back on you. The young girl smirked and began to kiss your neck. 
“I hope we can wake up early. Our flight to Jeju is at 7 am. This week is going to be filled with fucking. Let’s see if you can keep up, wimp."
“One way to find out.” 
Plunging Nagyung back on your rod, the young woman began to bounce as you pulled her down for a kiss. 
This relationship is going to be Interesting.
A/n 2- Thank you for reading. Not the best but i hope you enjoyed it. Not sure when i will come back with another piece so until then. Thank you for reading, sorry for typos and see you next time
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fillinforlater · 16 days
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Yeseo with her hypnotic jiggles
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Her stylist deserves a raise
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Size kink go brrr? Tossed around and pressed against the wall? 😈
Hands around her waist and use her like your personal human fleshlight?
#BREEDYESEO
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fillinforlater · 18 days
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Monday of Appreciation: Part 106
Hello everyone, Smite here!
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I have returned with the (not yet annual) release of MoA. When you look at the release dates of some of these stories, you might realize how fucking far behind I am. The back log is literally at 100+ fics that I still want to check out, so please excuse this time capsule lmao.
No matter how old they might be, these fics are golden, so send the writers some love!
(Update: currently sinking into IRL work but also into waaaaaay too long fics. I promise I will give it my all to finish some of them in the next to weeks, but other things have priority rn)
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@ggidolsmuts: Move ft. Nana (woo!ah!)
There is a disturbing lack of Nana fics (geez, Smite, write them yourself then! - shut up, inner voice!). I have to thank ddeun once more for keeping us well fed. Nana's move(s) and shifty facial expressions (from cute to deadly) can really leave a man stunned.
I want more Nana.
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@essentiallyleaf: Kinktober Day 16 ft. Choi Yujin (TW)
The Trigger Warning is there for a reason.
Unique execution on writing. This fic might not consider all the moral implications a sexual relationship between siblings might have, but not everything has to be a case study... this more a study of, I guess, let's fuck Yujin no matter the blood coursing through our veins.
I get it, ngl.
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@worldsover: Completeness ft. Mashiro, Yeseo
The Mashiro/Yeseo combo is so thick, it should be banned for being too overpowered - or at least it has to be stripped from the hands of the great Levi because otherwise I have to ask for more, more, MORE of this. Hell, I can barely think about anything but their bodies wtf
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@praeluxius: Red Wine ft. Karina, Natty
Speaking of insane bodies, you are all of course familiar with the meta-defining Karina but have you considered Natty? How about both? At the same time??? Thank you and what in the fuck, Prael, for a very intoxicating threesome.
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@syeollock: Fallen Angel ft. Hyewon
Yo, I know this fic! I'm very glad @syeollock was able to kick of their writing career with this it. I feel honored that I was able to help, but they were the one who came up with the idea and executed it very well. It's a pleasure to still see so much IZ*ONE content.
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@birchleavesdawn: Breakfast in Bed ft. Ireh (Purple Kiss)
Very simple, though it is not simple to get that many notes with a very nugu idol. I gotta give my props, I understand were it is coming from and I'm really craving some Ireh for desserts.
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@tothosewhoyearnforit: Stress Relief ft. Yeji
Relatable. The stress, I mean. I've never been a fan of leather outfits, I just find most others better, but holy fuck, the boots, the slut drop, the overall style... this Yeji was something else.
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fillinforlater · 19 days
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On her Jeans reached to 1K!
IT TRULY HAS!
Thanks for reminding me and thank you for the huge support, not only on the "Jeans"-Arc but the entirety of the "On her"-Series! It has been a blast to write and I can't wait to write Part 3
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fillinforlater · 22 days
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Thrilled to read this! 🤤🤤🤤
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IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 7 - Kim Minju
IZ*ONE's Kim Minju x Male Reader Smut
8,525 words
Categories | married man!You, wife!Wonyoung, daddy kink, degradation, rough sex, OC is not a good person
Content warning | cheating, humiliation, Wonyoung slander (it hurt to write but I read "Gone Girl" by Gillian Flynn recently so I guess that went into the whole wife-hating thing)
Skipping again a bit (still will do Chaeyeon and Chaewon and everyone because IZ*ONE best girls). Expect a commission and an IZ Days of Xmas fics this month again <3 I love you all, you make me happy. And as always, sorry for the inconsistency!
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Wonyoung is beautiful.
You stare at her as she undresses in front of the full-length mirror. She’s the kind of woman whose vanity seldom rolls eyes because her adoration for herself—smoothing down her dark hair, strictly adhering herself to that keto diet, doing her skincare with the dedication of one who prays nightly to god (pick any)—is wholly justifiable. Look at her. Anyone would understand.
The dress she wore for her hosting show slips off her body. Her abs reflect in the mirror, the result of hard work in the gym. Wonyoung’s waist is impeccable. Magazines have written over and over tips to attain it but it seems that the signature Bratz doll feature can only belong to Wonyoung. The makeup was cleaned up by her stylist but her eyes still shine, her lashes are still long, and her lips are still plump.
Wonyoung is standing there in nothing but her underwear, an attractive set of lace. 
Wonyoung is the perfect female form, a goddess from above choosing a man from below.
Wonyoung is beautiful, a feat that no matter how amazing besides true, she remains the same old fucking bore.
“Did you like my MCing, babe?” she asks.
“Uh-huh.”
Her legs, long and thin, move in planned strides down the room. To the bed. You know where this is going.
Your feet are killing you. Recline, welcoming yourself into the softness of the expensive mattress and pillows your wife paid for all in all. “Wonyoung, I’m tired.” 
She’s a celebrity. Of course, endless days filled to the edge with schedules chase after her. She ought to understand. The nights are her only rest hours, yet with this energy, it’s like Jang Wonyoung never gets exhausted. Always bubbly, always sweet, always so seductive. 
All these are positive traits that any other man would adore and own had you not married her. 
Wonyoung makes an adorable sigh. “But you say that everytime,” she replies sullenly.
She’s pushing her lips out into this cute pout while her brown puppy eyes beg you to give in like you used to. Once upon a time, you were putty around Wonyoung. Never could give an answer without your voice shaking. Never could come near her without blushing. 
She’s the prettiest woman in the world.
You’re the most awful, undeserving man in the world, for all you could think, as you look at her, is: Fucking bitch. 
“Well, maybe it’s because I’m always tired.”
“How about,” she puts a finger on her chin, “I do the job for you?”
Her knees are bruised. You notice this when she drops to them so she could pull your pants to the ground. So she’s been doing this for so long? Lowering herself for you? Sucking you off? You thought that she’d get the hint by now: you don’t want to have sex with her.
So instead, she uses her mouth. Better than her pussy anyway. What are you saying? She’s a tight woman. But it’s the same thing everyday: she gets on your cock and you hear her annoying voice straining as she rides you. Her cunt, soaked and useless, makes you want to call her its name. She’s always needy. It isn’t flattering when you don’t reciprocate it.
It’s a goddamned chore. Wonyoung’s throat welcomes you. The other way around, actually: your cock welcomes a claustrophobically closed passageway and has to deal with it until you cum. It’s an unwanted visitor. She rang the bell, said hi, and you let her in. Doesn’t mean you like her there.
“Doing so good, baby,” you say. Oh, yeah, doesn’t mean you mean it either—although you do feel Wonyoung smile happily. She’s happy when she makes you happy. When she makes you give her the illusion that you have any happiness in this worn-out marriage.
Her lips seal around you. You can feel them suckling. Your knees are tense. The moans are forced, though. Hearing them come out from your own mouth makes you want to place a pillow over your face and press it down as hard as you can.
She slides you down her throat. Admittedly, you love the way she chokes. Her eyes get all watery, like she’s crying from pain. That sounds appealing. 
You’re a critically messed up man, you know. But they’re what make the world go ‘round. Why do you think they write romance books about them—the bad boy, the mafia boss, the killer? Plus, one of those “terrible” people inspires the biggest Korean celebrity to continue hosting, dancing, and singing. So who’s so terrible now?
To conclude, if anything, you’re the one responsible for Wonyoung’s success.
To conclude, you groan as desperately as you can then release in her mouth. Wonyoung gags. Another pretty sound. Her eyes look up while she attempts to swallow. Saliva sticks to her chin. Semen floods up to the roof of her mouth. It reminds you of how it ends up there more often than in her womb.
You would’ve made beautiful children with Wonyoung in another world where she wasn’t famous and you actually loved her. You would have been a softer, kinder man. She would have been a person who’s easier to love and make love with.
“Wonyoung, Wonyoung, that… was incredible.”
If you weren’t a director, you’d be the one on camera. You’re a great actor when it comes to your wife. Your incompetence in the house is masked by husbandly exhaustion; an artificial gaze of attentiveness hides your indifference to conversation. 
She smiles coquettishly. “I try.”
The wide closet parts. She chooses a pair of silk pajamas that hang around her thin frame. She climbs onto the bed and wraps an arm around you. Her skin is always cold to the touch. Like she’s dead or something. How interesting.
You stroke her hair. “I’d return the favor but… I’m actually gonna pass out. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” She kisses your forehead. Wonyoung’s a sweet girl. “Good night.”
You smile. Say it back. Her eyelids flutter closed. Her palms are flat against each other and are placed under her cheek. Cute, you guess. She sleeps. 
You don’t. 
You should have—nothing good ever happens after midnight.
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2:05 a.m., more specifically.
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Amazing how time slips through your grasp like air. You reach and reach, desperate for a return, desperate for a flash to the past. As always, your efforts aren’t fruitful. The seconds pour through the pinched waist of the hourglass and you can’t stand it on its other head. You’re unable to revert back to the moment you took your arm from underneath your wife’s skull. The moment you opened your phone. If you hadn’t, maybe things would have been different.
But it’s past two, and you’re resting your back on the pillowy headboard with your phone in your hands. The circumstances just play right into danger: Wonyoung’s asleep, the night is eerily quiet, and the screen is there, awaiting the secret routine. Which girls would you cum for today? Why aren’t your thumbs clicking over censored sites?
Your feed shows a naked woman, her eyes staring up and her mouth wide. Scroll past that—you prefer the amateur videos, where the expressions balance between exaggerated and naturally provoked. A ton of videos could help in the bathroom where you take your nightly “shower,” and it’s not one of those.
Maybe you need the real thing.
Look at Wonyoung. Perhaps you should have let her ride you just so you could cum in a warm pussy again. After all, it’s the least you could do when you were once a fan of her. That’s how everyone starts: puppy-like adoration. But she doesn’t have the star quality she once did onstage; the coy thoughtful princess you envisioned her as. That’s why you haven’t fucked her in weeks. 
You’re about to wrap your hand around your cock and ready yourself for another night of conflicted pleasure. This video is perfect for that already. You could jerk yourself off then get a good night’s sleep. Simple. This is the safest option for a dangerous want. By just watching, you’re not cheating on your wife. It’s just porn. Jerk off, cum, cum again probably, then sleep. Nobody gets hurt.
“Fuck me… please,” whimpers the woman in the video. Her legs are spread open. Her partner’s swiping his cock at her lips while she looks at him with equal hunger, equal desire. “I can’t take it anymore.”
Then, a text message notifies you, peeking from the top of your screen. It dares you to click it.
And it says the exact same thing.
fuck me please, i cant take it anymore. 
i miss you 
You look around, like you’re afraid someone might see it. There’s only the dimness of your bedroom that greets you. It’s safe, but this message isn’t. 
The number is familiar. Has one of your friends gone crazy? Or did they send a text to the wrong person? Take it for spam, a perfectly coincidental one, or a scam, a typical, preying-on-the-married, pwning message.
But why would a contact spam you at a time so strangely perfect?
Don’t bother. Your fist works on your dick as you watch the video. The woman’s so wet that although she isn’t squirting, her juices start to stick to the man’s thighs. Her mouth is wide open as he finally pounds her. 
What you’d give to have good sex like that again. 
XXX-XXX-XXX sent a video message.
Fine. Click it, you’re curious.
Oh, so apparently, the answer is your marriage.
The video shows a face that’s more intimate than familiar. The ebony-black hair already tells you who she is, as does her body. Her form is encased in a floral tank top and nothing else. Although her chest is covered, she’s still a little daring with how her nipples stamp the fabric. She turns herself around to let you admire the curve of her wide hips and her round butt.
There’s only one woman with a body so perfect. And she’s the one and only Kim Minju.
There are reasons for everything. This is yours for why you didn’t give this number a name: 
No one needs to know just from a text that you cheated on Jang Wonyoung.
That was so long ago, back when you were still boyfriend and girlfriend. You were drunk and missed Wonyoung’s old self. Why did she have to be such a bitch? Why did she dedicate herself to work and leave you dry? It’s not like the industry would go bankrupt without her. Minju came over, listened to your complaints—every little whine about Wonyoung being busy, every little jab at her workaholic character—then said something along the lines of, why don’t you have a little fun while she’s away. 
And you thought… yeah, that was a really great idea. 
That was the beginning of the end. After multiple secret meet-ups and raunchy sex in alleyways, you didn’t contact Minju again. You forgot her. You thought she did, too. She should have understood that your infidelity, albeit alluring, would be a thing of the past. 
But here she is, in your messages, with a pornographic clip of herself in a round-cornered bubble. She’s waiting for a reply. 
Although you’ve long lost your aspirations to be a better husband, you type what a good man should. This man is proper, faithful, and loving. He loves his wife only and the only other people he loves with this deep of a bond is his family. 
Stop texting me or I’ll block you. 
It’s not enough. You’re not a good man. You aren’t proper or faithful or loving or any of that shit. You were about to masturbate to an internet celebrity after turning down sex with your wife. What about that makes you a good person?
:( you miss me sooooo bad it’s pathetic, Minju replies.
You look at her again. You may not be able to turn back time with your metaphorical hourglass, but you can turn this hourglass body into any position you want. You could push her against a window for all to see, perhaps fuck her to the floor, or slam her on a desk like a teacher would to a test paper. Minju would let you do anything to her.
Stop it.
She really has to. As much as you dislike Wonyoung, she’s your wife, and you vowed on your wedding day to only have eyes for her. 
But you’re only one man against a body like Minju’s that curves in every right place.
Three circles float up and down in a contained bubble before she texts you back:
alright…what a pity :( i’m already outside!! i guess ill have to go back…
You’ve never bolted out of bed so fast. 
You look back at Wonyoung as you stand in the doorway. She’s still in deep slumber. Now, are the curtains closed? The entrances locked? Scan the house thoroughly, until you inch your way to the front door. 
Hesitate. You didn’t know you had a conscience but here it is. It tells you to wonder if Minju really is behind it, like she said. She knows how to use the privilege of being Wonyoung’s close friend. That’s how she came to your house like she used to with no worry for paparazzi or suspicion. Best friends don’t fuck their best friends’ husbands, right?
Open the door. This one did.
Minju grew more beautiful in her absence. Her hair is silkier this time and her shy smile is brighter. The long coat is smoothed by her fingers, and you wish you could be the brown piece of fabric her pale hands run down. What makes you guilty for thinking it, even when you’ve done it, is the fact that she looks so innocent. It’s like it would be a crime to even buy her a drink. 
How could she be innocent with that photo she sent? The time you spent together: you folding her over a table and promising to fill her up? Fucking her while Wonyoung is busy and counting on you to welcome her home? Sending nudes like there’s no tomorrow? Nothing about Minju is pure, yet she acts like she could do no wrong.
“Minju,” you say. Your voice sounds fragile. She has a way of breaking you befote you’re breaking her into breaking another bed. 
She blinks theatrically. Everything she does is angelic. “Glad you opened the door.”
The knob is cold in your fist. It chills your animalistic brain and urges you to consider the consequences. Right, it says, here’s what a human—a good one—would think. If Wonyoung wakes and sees you with Minju, she’d have a lot of questions. If paparazzi are somehow hiding in the forest that extends to acres before your house, everyone would know you’re cheating on her. Most of all, you’re married, monogamy and everything. 
So what will it be? This is your last and only chance to send her away.
You know what you have to do. Take a few breaths. “You have to leave. I’m not joking, it isn’t right.”
In response, Minju unravels the ribbon of the layers sealed around her waist. It falls apart. You do, too.
She’s a real danger. As it turns out, the girl isn’t wearing anything underneath that trench coat. She’s an artist’s naked muse—bare long legs, wide hips, and a sizable bust that has sculptors carving something else.
The cold hardens her pink nipples. You notice how her breasts are much bigger than your wife’s. How her hips are more tempting to grab, so you do. How her body is meatier, a lot more enticing that you wouldn’t refuse a day without touching it.
Minju fuels your infidelity, and you won’t stop for it if it kills you.
She simpers, fingers curling into your work shirt. “Still wanna make me leave,” she asks, “when you can breed me all night long?”
You laugh, huffing it out as you pull her inside and close the door behind her. Minju looks gorgeous pressed to it. She looks gorgeous in whatever situation, actually. Her thighs squish against the carved design and look thicker as a result. More reasons to dive into that shaven cunt and abuse it.
“You’re not leaving until we make a fucking mess, Minju.” You take your shirt off. Throw it on the ground. “And we better make it quick.”
“Of course.” She nods. She’s slyer than a fox, but she submits to you without a second thought.
You lean in to kiss her. The heat is unbearable. You can feel it from Minju’s body transferring to yours. It’s the effect of her natural skills as your personal slut: trying to fit her tongue deeper in your mouth while you pull her close like she’d dare to run away. 
You haven’t gotten this hard for anyone else. It’s always been Minju you fall for. You miss the way she kisses, the way she roams her hands all over your torso, the way she’s goddamned insatiable. Feeling it all now in one, heated moment makes you dizzy. You’re taking in too much of her, but without her, you’d go thirsty again. 
Your fingers are in her hair; hers are on your waist. Your teeth are clamped down on Minju’s bottom lip; hers are apart and allow soft moans to pass through—one, two, three. You fit each other in so many wicked ways. They did say misery loves company.
Open your eyes. The dream doesn’t stop. Minju’s still pushing her mouth in your face and you’re letting her. You don’t know if you ought to be relieved or downright horrified. You’re cheating on Wonyoung again with a woman whose body is just a bit nicer. You should be furious at yourself. You aren’t.
You’ve made out with each other on the way to the dining room. You and your wife worked hard for its designed walls and sturdy, well-furnished ornaments. A lot of money was raked out to make this house the best place to call home. So, why do you want to ruin it?
Well, because of her.
Minju leans on the dining table with a funny smile on her face. “She really doesn’t do it for you, huh?” she asks.
It makes you wince how you know who she’s talking about. Who else is she referring to other than poor Wonyoung? Poor, skinny, ugly Wonyoung?
Nibble at her earlobe. Hear little gasps come out of her. “Don’t talk about her,” you say.
You don’t want to have any afterthoughts about fucking Minju. Besides, being reminded that you’re disloyal to a woman who loves you very much is painful, even to a man like you.
Wonyoung is an angel. Minju isn’t—but you run after her to darkness.
“Ohh, come on, I know I’m better than her.” Minju squirms with erotic moans. Your kisses are going south, and she loves their little detour. “You don’t fuck her like you fuck me.”
When was the last time you worshiped Wonyoung? Like what you’re doing to Minju now? Your lips haven’t passed over it in ages that you probably wouldn’t know where the bigs and smalls of her body are. Like there’s anything to know. 
“Actually,” you snort, “I don’t fuck her at all.”
You stop chuckling. That was the wrong thing to say. That was the wrongest thing to say out of the millions of other cocky phrases you could’ve thrown to Minju. The look on her face, the one that’s of pride and submission and dangerous knowledge united, tells you to watch your mouth. 
You’re five seconds minimum too late to listen. 
Minju grins. There’s the answer she wanted. “That’s how it is? Just looking at a girl and thinking you wanna stamp a divorce approval on her forehead? Jesus. This is why I never got married.”
“First off, nobody put a ring on you because you’re a slut, Minju.”
“That’s only the third reason.” Her fingers drape the sides of your face and tugs you in. You’re invited to the sight of her infallible tits. “These are the first two.”
The girl isn’t as busty as that woman Wonyoung likes to call her industry mom, but you bet they’re better. No, it’s a matter of truth. Minju’s boobs aren’t too big or too small; just the perfect, filling size to hold onto when you’re railing her from behind.
You choose to suck on them for now. It’s like a trip down memory lane when you kiss down her neck and collarbone. You remember how good her smooth, soft skin feels beneath you, how her moans are a favorite tune. Minju bites her lip while you do so to her shoulder.
It’s crazy to think that she just so happened to be born with this. She was born to be a pretty face with a sex-defined body that you pull and push and pry apart. Best thing is, she’ll lay back down and beg for more. It’s like she knows her purpose, which would’ve shot down her dignity and humanity.
Her nipple pops in your mouth. Your sucking guarantees its hardness, and Minju starts whining. She arcs her body, wanting something rougher. Thus, you seize the span of her hip to rub her pearl with fierce speed.
“Oh, fuck, god—” What others might take for blasphemy, you take for praise. Minju’s already soaking wet. She would have had embarrassing laundry to do if she wore panties. Maybe it’s a good thing she arrived wearing nothing.
She’s still so sensitive. You caress her clit after a few kisses down her midriff. She fidgets needily like you aren’t already touching her. You’re nearly right—this touch is nothing when she needs something harsher. That something involves you treating her less than a human being, putting her down and tearing at her hair. 
“Please just fuck me,” she whispers. “Breed me, breed me, breed me—”
Yeah, that’s what she wants.
You don’t need further motivation, not when you’re presented with the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen. Her fat lips are soaked. They frame the clitoris you’ve been stimulating that shines with slick. Then there’s the tiniest hole below it that begs to be used.
Your digits shove past all tightness. Her wetness allows a deeper exploration, so you curl your digits like you’re beckoning the orgasm forward. You know how easily you can get it out of her. All it needs to get Minju cumming around you is a slap, roughness, and giving her what she wants anyway. You know your methods, she knows hers. It’s a recognizable cycle that despite this, you can’t break.
Part your fingers widely to spread her. She’s so wet that she soaks your knuckles. There’s an ocean inside her waiting to be waved to shore. A storm, too, brews from the base of her throat as Minju whimpers. Her body lifts off the table but you force her down on it. She isn’t going anywhere, not without a fight.
Oh, and fight she does. She was an idol before an actress, so her muscles still memorize the circling motions that repeat on your fingers rather than move onstage. She sang once. That was a long time ago yet her voice sounds perfect as it strains her moans. Every little thing she does is a reflection of her past. 
That’s why when she leans back, pupils dilating north, and says “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” you get deja vu.
Your palm hits her clit, adding impact to your strokes. “There you go, little slut,” you snarl. “Are you happy now? Maybe even a little grateful?”
If Minju’s ass isn’t pressed down on the glass mantling your dining table, it hovers so her pink little hole receives you better. It’s not without the help of her weak hands clinging to the table for dear life, but she seems to be losing her balance. Her hips are shuddering. Her beautiful face is squeezed up into a blissful wince. Her breaths are becoming blunt little gasps that say none of the gratitude you want to hear.
You slap her boob. Red blooms from her pale skin that deepens when another impacts her bosom. The recoil dizzies you. If anyone’s getting the impression that you’ll slap her bouncy tits until you hear a proper word of thanks, they’d be right. First impressions are right just for once.
“T-thank you—” Her voice cracks, breaking like her. “Fuck, shit, thank you, thank you.”
Squeeze her cruelly and pull on the perky nipple. Your thrusts become mindlessly paced. Your hand returns to your cock while the other ruins her pussy. The pleasure is telepathic. It’s connecting you; her screams and squirms make you do the same. The electricity firing up in your veins is a shared network. When you point your fingers to her spot, she arcs her back in the same direction. How beautifully fucked up is that? 
“That’s not enough. You didn’t come here for nothing. What do you want, Minju?”
Minju babbles. You got your gratitude but not a proper answer. To be fair, she can’t speak when you’re fucking her like it’s your dick inside her, and when your lips are all over her collarbone. 
“And you better keep quiet,” you add, curling your thrusts, “or Wonyoung‘s gonna hear. Do you really want her to know her precious friend is a big slut?”
However, despite the rumors she starts, Minju could be a very good girl when needed. 
“Need you to make me cum,” she whispers. Her midriff is fluid as water with the way it rolls, showing off the hourglass shape of her waist and a soft tummy. “Do everything to me you can’t with Wonyoung. P-please, I can’t take it.”
Even if she can’t (wrong by the way), you’ll make her. She asked for it. She walked up to your house with a purpose: to be used, to be treated like less of a human being. So it’s understandable that you slam her down the table and seal a hand around her neck. 
She’s so light that the forceful push doesn’t break the fragile glass. But there’s something of hers instead that’s going to be broken.
“Oh fuck! It’s so–” Minju’s eyes roll back. “Ohh… oh!”
Little sparks of wetness shoot in the air. Your pace turns merciless. With just three fingers, you puppet her body. Strings are pulled—her arms raise and her long legs strain to pull you in. You push and she keens, you pull and she yells. You’re making her desecrate the place with her water.
“C-can’t breathe.” A squeeze of her beautiful features—eyelids wrinkling, mouth parting, cheeks filling with scarlet—occurs before she squirts again. She whimpers pathetically, sounding so pitiful you want to laugh. “Ah, fuck, daddy—”
Something stirs inside you. When men hear that name, it ought to feel purely platonic and familial. They’d hear it from their daughter and feel compelled to protect them from men who’d do to them what you do to Minju. But you much prefer hearing that two-syllable word when it comes from a naked woman squirting all over the floor, from whom once you register it, you’re urged to pin her down, tie her down, hold her down.
Ironically, you release her. That isn’t because it’s over though. “On your knees. Follow me.”
Minju releases a gasp, grateful for the oxygen. The color returns to her face yet she barely has the energy to get off the table. You’re a generous man, and hey, it still counts as helping. So you yank her hair and force her on the ground. She fucking moans, a feat deserving of a healthy spank to her ass.
You walk to the living room. She follows you withher hands and knees bearing the cold tiles. You lead her to the place where you spend your time watching movies, rehearsing, and hanging out with Wonyoung if she’s ever home.
Speaking of, glance at the door of your bedroom. It’s still closed. It’ll stay that way.
Look down after wondering why Minju’s noisier. She’s playing with herself on the floor with no care for the cold chill of the tiles or the little dirt wedged between them. She lightly rubs her abused clit, quivering at the contact. You expect that from her—she’s corrupted, an irredeemable cause. She’ll get herself off anytime anywhere.
But what’s unexpected is what those watery eyes are focused on: you, in a framed picture on the wall. You look younger, happier. You’re in formal garments standing next to Wonyoung in a church.
It was you on your wedding day.
You spit on Minju. “Filthy cumslut.”
The drool slides down her cheek like a tear. She darts her tongue out and licks it. One could’ve thought it was candy considering the lift of a smile. 
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she says resolutely. Her fingers still toy with her entrance. They won’t serve her well when there’s a bigger, better thing behind your pants to do it for her.
Your pants are already off. “Get up. Get the fuck up,” you command, but you do it for her. 
You grab her neck and force her up. The look on her face is addicting, the way the shock turns into carnal need, the way she bites her lip. You press her to the wall, right under the framed wedding pictures, and finally plunge yourself inside her.
“Oh, oh, oh!” 
What did Minju do to get this tight? Her walls are squeezed closer around you than you remember. They’re still wet from her squirting, easing your burden of fighting against the tautness of her core.
Her groans are pitched just like how you pitch yourself in her and make her fight for it. She tries everything: gathering the strength she has to push her ass into your crotch, rolling her body, looking back to watch your cock disappear between her lips. 
“So big, daddy!” she cries. With a lick of her lips, she turns to face you. “Mmm, d-do you ever get this massive when you’re fucking Wonyoung?”
That seals it. There’s no restraint in using her body. Her plump ass leading to her toned back is a temptation by itself. You’d burst all over it (maybe in it) if you weren’t already firm in breeding her. But dear god—it rises and descends into your angled pumps so effortlessly that you aren’t afraid to spank it like you’re angry at her. 
“Keep your whore mouth shut.”
Spank after spank you bestow and you realize, oh, you and Minju are really made for each other. The more her ass reddens, the more hot pain sparks on your palm. She throws herself back hard, you piston her harder. 
Your puzzle pieces stick together so perfectly that it’s a shame you didn’t meet under different circumstances. She could’ve been an adorable girl next door and you could have been a guy looking to slip her a love letter. She would’ve been your loving girlfriend, a beautiful wife, someone you’d actually enjoy touching, so different from the woman asleep in the bed upstairs.
But that’s never happening. Minju’s a slut through and through, and she’ll forever be a sin you won’t go to confessions for. She was made to be fucked then discarded of when she’s no longer of use. You see it in the way she’s in a mantra of craziness, the way she yells, the way she looks back at you like she’s daring you to hurt her.
You choose the dare rather than to tell her the truth. You curl her hair into a fist and pull her into you. 
“God, I’m so close.” Minju’s trembling body grows warmer in your touch. “I’m gonna cum all over your big gorgeous cock. I can’t hold out longer, daddy.”
Your teeth dig into her earlobe. You could make her bleed and she’d still find a way to make the pain heavenly. “I thought I told you to be quiet. Is Wonyoung waking up and ending your life worth it for this?”
“What if I say yes?” 
“Fuck.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice, making her see you’d give her away to get a night with me? You’ll give up all this stupid shit t-to be my daddy. Because Wonyoung’s just sooo worthless, isn’t she?”
Savage her cunt and shove your fingers down her mouth just so she could shut up. You love this. Minju’s always so ready for you. 
No, actually—now that you think about it, you hate it. You hate how she’s curvier than your wife, how she’s more alluring than she could ever be, how she moans despite the blockage in her throat. Everything about her is so sexy that the sound of her choking up spit makes you throb. 
This is the wrong time to have a conscience. You’ve already split her apart. You’ve already got your fingers in her hair that pull hard to the point that damage is highly likely. You’ve already—
—got Minju screaming, biting down on your skin as her legs spread. What a strange thing to have as a natural reflex. That’s all she knows to do: spread her legs, hope her innocent face attracts a guy into her home and his dick into her pussy. Her skin, white as snow, has become impure with red blemishes. You see her purple-bruised neck flex when she yells into your hand. 
“Daddy! Daddy!” Minju yells. Her fingernails leave fine scratches on the wall. “Fuck, I’m squirting so much I don’t know what to do—oh fuck!”
You bump the manic girl up on your knee before spreading her legs. A godless squirt of her juices hits Wonyoung’s face, the savior being the glass protecting the picture. Others bless their homes with water blessed by esteemed priests; you like to stand out. Choose to have Minju’s unholy juice flood the photo you once held dear. 
Did something possess you? An evil spirit, a god of fertility? All are clichés but you can’t help but think so when you notice how fast you’re pumping Minju. It’s like greed’s finally reigned you. It’s difficult to resist. Minju just wrings your cock perfectly dry with her tight cunt, keeps you speedy with her desperate moans. You’re vandalizing her with your climax and she doesn’t want to be clean ever again.
“You think you’re special, Minju?” You press her to the ruined picture. Her side profile mashes on the glass. “You’re nothing, only a useless hole, just like that bitch. Now clean it up.”
Her eyes light up in shock. Excitement? “What?”
You pull her head back in order to have her full lips pressed against Wonyoung’s face. The clear squirt is still dripping from it. Minju’s face is red, and although your cock left her moments ago, she insists on tensing like it’s there. Is that how she lives? Her way of bonding is riding on the high she got the night before and the night before that. She always has sex in her mind that thoughts of it occur to her as they would to an animal. 
That’s right; she’s an animal. Perhaps even a dog would have more self-control than her, ironically. 
“Lick your mess,” you command. “Now.”
Minju whimpers. You bury your fingernails in her scalp until she loses her fake hesitance. Her tongue glides on Wonyoung’s face and relieves her of the mess. Her lips part and close, taking in her own taste. 
She looks like she’s making out with your wife. Her pretty face smudges the other pretty face in the picture and it’s so much hotter than it’s got the permit to be. Wonder how it’ll look if she’s actually kissing the real Wonyoung—picture them with their legs locked together and tongues coming out to play—and you’re hard enough for another round.
“That’s right. You want to be Wonyoung so bad? You want to be the one I drive into the bed everyday? So fucking make out with her.”
“Y-yes, daddy. Oh.” Minju’s moans fog the glass. “I taste delicious.”
 It’s probably a hygienically reprehensible thing to do. But her mouth is dirtier than the picture anyway. You force her lips deeper into it until you pull her away, satisfied.
Not quite.
Rub her clit a few more times. Hose her squirt all over the floor. You’ll have a mess to clean up. Oh, there’s all the evidence: her squirt on the floor, her lipstick in the shape of a languid kiss on the picture frame, the mess she made in the dining table where you ate her rather than your food. 
But it’s all worth it. An evil idea plants and sprouts in your mind. “Bedroom.”
Minju pants. Her hands are flat on the wall. She turns to you, saliva and lipstick smeared on her chin, and asks, “W-which one?” 
“You know exactly where.”
Her wide eyes tell you wordlessly that she got the point. She’s well aware of what room you want to use her body next. It’s not even supposed to be a question given the ways and moments you fucked her there.
“But daddy—if, if she hears us?”
You grin. “Then you’ll have to be pretty fucking quiet.”
The best thing about Minju besides her body is her passiveness. She may act up sometimes but she still needs your cock, and she’ll do anything to get it. So when she hangs her head to hide her smile, you spank her. It speeds her steps to the staircase. Continue doing so all the way.
It’s funny how she struggles to even lift a foot. Streams of your cum and hers slide down her legs, staining the carpet. You’ll have to wash that out, too. If you have the maid do it, she’s likely to put two and two together. 
Even from the back, Minju’s body is beautiful. Her reddened ass twists from side to side and brings attention to her wide hips. The deep line on her spine is a path you trace your fingertips on. She quivers. 
“Daddy,” she whines.
Hit her butt. Let it fill your palm. “Keep on walking.”
It’s borderline dehumanizing. You’re treating her with a ferociousness a woman like her should never have to go through. The eyes of the painted men and women on your walls lock on her. It’s like their hard stares are real. Minju bears the blows to her cheeks during her walk of humiliation up the stairs. Tiny yelps are caused by each one. It’s in her to be quiet now that Wonyoung is quite near, although not as close as she is to another heavy orgasm.
You slap her pussy, making her shake, then lead the juices mingling in it up to her asshole. She chews on the inside of her cheek to hide her moan. She reaches the last step with a huge sigh of relief. 
The finality of the torture doesn’t last long. Fuck, it doesn’t even exist. You collect the semen and wetness from her legs, then drag it right back to her pussy.
You shove your fingers deep in her cave. There. Now your cum stays inside her. After that, it’ll drip all the way to her womb. She screams through pursed lips. 
Push her hard against your bedroom door. Her stomach’s flatness goes up to the point that it’s the only thing engendered into the wood. Minju’s tiny gasp is already loud for you. Her beautiful side profile is mashed deep into the solid barrier between the two women.
Minju whimpers. Is she scared or heavily turned on? The thing with her is she likes both. So, yeah—she’s wet at the thought of being caught with you, being fucked within a distance of your wife wherein she could finally pin down your infidelity. 
The little angel closes her eyes when your words hover near her prone ear. “Shut up,” you warn, “unless you want to lose your career. Or this dick.”
You slip your shaft between Minju’s shapely thighs. A friction is nurtured and grown into rough, pant-accompanied humping that leaves both of you breathless. Her pussy lips splay warmly on you and you’re allowed to rub yourself on her clit. 
Minju tenses up. Her breaths are kept to a hummed volume yet their huskiness gets you to fuck her legs faster. The core between them is so warm and you haven’t even welcomed yourself in it again. 
You carefully open the door. You don’t know what you’re expecting: Wonyoung crying with her face in her knees? An anger you never knew she could have? But what shows calms you. There’s your wife who remains asleep on the bed. From the soft snores, it’s easy to tell she’s deep in a dream.
“Wonyoung’s so pretty, daddy,” whispers Minju. You push her to the footboard where she holds on tight. “Do you think she’ll want to join if she wakes up? Or she’ll leave you for me?”
“Are you sure you want to act like that?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Depends on what you’re gonna do to me.”
Everything. You’re planning on doing everything to her. 
Push her to the small pole of the wood. You’re forced to shove your fingers in her mouth again to keep her from yelling. The contact it makes to her clit is already overwhelming. But she’s all for overwhelming—she wants the kind of sex that leaves her beaten and bruised, the kind that leaves her sore and not knowing if she should tell you to keep going or halt. 
You know what she’d choose.
Minju grinds on the pole. She’s dancing her hips again. Somehow, things of the past don’t leave her. Her idol days still leave an impact on her. The guy she made cheat on his wife a long time ago returned to her life to cheat again. 
No, you’ve never been one for sentimentality, but things have somehow stayed the same. The slut that is Minju today was a slut all those years ago, too. 
Grab her hips and force her to hump the ball of the pole. She soaks it instantly. Minju is corrupted to no hope of return. There’s your cum, leaking from her pussy and to the bedsheets. Her juices wet the pole and increase the creaking noises that would wake Wonyoung up if not for whatever dream she’s having.
“Oh, daddy! Oh, daaaddy—” she stammers, words bitten and broken in the major need to be quiet.  “Just… fuck me. Please?”
“As long as you—”
“Be a good quiet girl, yes. I’ll do anything, daddy. Anything for this cock.” 
She kneels down. Her tender mouth seals around your left testicle. You nearly shout right there and then. Minju’s running her lips on the underside of your swelling dick. She feels so good, and she is so good. She has all the tips and tricks to keep you hard memorized, if her brain wasn’t too full of other dirty thoughts.
The rasp in your throat materializes and makes her squirm her legs together. She puckers her lips then slips your cock through their joined entrance. Her almond eyes look wider tonight. Your tip pokes the back of her throat. She lets it rub there for now. You find pleasure in the texture that makes you leak. No, you can’t cum. Not yet.
Take a last look at Wonyoung before diving your rod to the depths of Minju’s throat.
It’s funny that the girl still has a gag reflex. Sucking dick is second nature to her. So is getting throatfucked. The walls of her oral hole flex to keep you in. She makes sharp inhalations only to take in the musky scent you thrust on her. In her?
Choking comes after. The orifice grows tighter which makes you fuck it harder. Saliva’s slick liquid state sheens your erection. Minju’s lost her breath a long time ago but she’s lost more than that now. The regular beat of her heart is gone. You can’t search her face for any color other than the palest white. 
“You have to stop gagging, Minju,” you say. Don’t help her though; keep ruining that throat. “Maybe you really do wanna get caught. Makes you really wet, doesn’t it?”
She nods. Your hard tip bobs in her mouth as she does. Her pretty eyes, with their long lashes and big pupils that always seem to gleam with innocence, fill with watery tears. 
“How cute.” You’re surprised that her hair is intact to her scalp after you pull it back. “But I make the rules around here. And I need you to seal that mouth shut and use it for good.”
There’s a possibility that, like Minju, you’re a dancer as well. But the upward grind of your body has no grace in it. It’s a rough, punked up beat that renders the girl humming and screaming.  This roughness is nowhere close to natural.
You dip your cock in her just to see how far you could go, how far is needed to keep her quiet. Feed her more than she could suck. Every sensitive spot of yours is on fire thanks to Minju’s dutiful tongue and hard sucking. Your sack slaps her chin so hard it’s surprising it doesn’t hurt. 
But, like you iterated, Minju isn’t normal. She takes the pain for pleasure and doesn’t give a damn if she gets wounded because of it. 
The tears finally fall from her eyes. 
The lines blur. Who is she—the woman asleep on your bed or the woman you fucked to be disloyal to her? Minju’s beautiful; so is Wonyoung. Jang Wonyoung is beautiful but there’s a category of beauty wherein the girl you’re destroying right now falls in. That’s the section for women who look pretty when they cry, who’ve accepted they’re as fucked up as whoever finds them and takes them in for who they are.
Your wife is pretty. You guess. But Minju is a beauty who lets you do everything to her, and that makes her a little bit more important.
Defile, defile, defile. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you get cum in her hair—(”I have a photoshoot, babe, you can’t!”). Semen sticks to Minju’s locks right now. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you be this rough with her—(“And what if they see? I shouldn’t look dirty to the fans.”) Minju is sitting there taking it like she’s just a cum dump. Wonyoung wouldn’t let you tear off her clothes because “they’re couture so it’s not really mine.” The coat Minju wore coming here lies discarded on the first floor.
Wonyoung doesn’t let anyone defile her. It’s her most fatal flaw. It’s the flaw that makes her husband see all the tiny imperfections she doesn’t allow the camera to see and chase highs in another woman’s throat.
So when Minju cries, gags, chokes—you realize it’s all so simple.
Slip out of her. The delusions clouding your head make you steal a look at the bed. Oh, now it’s unbelievable. Wonyoung is still asleep.
Not that it’s any inconvenience to you.
You prop Minju up to the vanity table. The counter carries the heave of her small chest. She can barely lift her head up. It makes her carry a look of humiliation that’s not at all true. She’s the most shameless woman you’ve ever met.
“Daddy… daddy…” 
Twist her chin so she can look at herself in the mirror. Her body is amazing despite the handprints and bruises peppered on her stomach, butt, and neck. She flusters but your finger presses on her lips before she can look away.
“Not a single sound,” you remind her. 
She nods. Good girl.
Minju’s a capable girl. Well, mostly. She offers those amazing dicksucking lips, shapely curves, and sometimes, her ass for ruining its own tightness. But nothing beats the feeling of her cunt. It’s all the right things: wet, tight, and perfectly quivering as they wrap around your shaft.
Minju closes her eyes. Bites down on her lip. She fights to be true to her promise of silence. Being a good girl and bad girl simultaneously is one of her versatile traits. The table creaks louder than expected. You would’ve shot another look at your spouse again, but Minju’s pretty face is in the way. Her cheeks are scarlet and her brows bead with sweat. She really is a beauty.
Your strokes are ceaseless. The thing that shocks you the least is the fact that her legs look as if they spread wider and wider. She splits while you split her apart. Place a hand on her tummy to muffle the sounds of skin colliding and wood creaking, and reach a better end: your cock is hitting her guts, making a bobbing print on her flat stomach.
“Look how deep I am, Minju.” You grin wickedly at her reflection. “You call me daddy anywhere, don’t you? How about I become a real one?”
Minju bounces herself on you. That’s a yes. A definite, enthusiastic yes. 
Your penetration is rougher, gliding on places she can’t even imagine. If you cum right now, and this far in, you’ll live up to your name of “daddy.” Minju isn’t the only one who has to keep promises.
Corner a pulse point on her neck. Her core squeezes and although its resistance is tough, your pumps are more so.
“You’ll be my secret good girl. Daddy’s gonna put a fucking baby in your stomach, and no one has to know it’s mine. No one has to know you’re mine.”
Minju pouts, not out of sadness but of the orgasm that’s creeping from her feet to her center. It’s so close she could reach for it, taste it like a strong wind. You allow the tiny breaths and pants that leave her to be exemptions from your bedroom law.
“Wonyoung would be so happy for you.” You lick the sensitive spot behind her ear. “‘That’s so great, unnie! Come on, tell us who’s the lucky guy.’ And you’ll have to stop yourself from telling her that I did it. Can you do that?”
Minju emphasizes each repetition with a responding throb and push of her cunt. “Yes, yes, yes—”
Allow that, too. Burst inside Minju. Flood her insides with cum that shall infiltrate her fertile womb. Soon, that tummy would be round rather than flat. It’ll be your baby. 
Minju got what she wanted in the end.
-
The next day, Wonyoung will wake up crying. 
It’ll happen early in the morning, when the moon is still up and sheets still wrap your exhausted form. But she’s sobbing so loud that it’ll rouse you. 
“What’s wrong?” you’ll say. 
She’ll tell you about a dream she had. Wonyoung’s going to narrate a complex dream of Minju, her beloved former member and best friend, seducing you. It happened right in the house and in front of her. You dared to do it to her while she was sleeping and thought she didn’t know.
And you?
You’ll take her in your arms, kiss the inside of her trembling wrist, and say, “Oh, honey—it’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’m here.”
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GAMBLE
Female Reader x futa!Yooa
Length: 5121 words
Tags: futa!Idol, dom_muscular!female reader, basically strip Poker, high stakes, public humiliation, teasing, twice the pride double the fall, undressing, rough sex, strap on, butt stuff, face down ass up, overstimulation
TW: FUTA with a pussy, dom!reader
Credit: @blepbooplebeep
(A/N: back to back futa stories and this with a female reader (one for the girls). Really loved the idea, thanks for sharing @blepbooplebeep ! I hope you and some others enjoy this as well, something very new. Don't worry though, my usual stuff will be back as well!)
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“Where are you right now? We need your help tonight.”
You wipe the sweat off of your temple with an equally sweaty wrist. The moisture stays, dammit. Calls like this, this late are why you considered switching professions before they finally increased your pay. The higher number in your bank account makes nightly 'shifts’ bearable and you don’t even sigh when you respond to your boss.
“I’m at the gym, it’s gonna take a while.”
“Okay, I see what I can do. This bitch is taking all of our money, so you better hurry.”
“Alright, I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
Your boss hangs up and now you sigh, eyes on the sweat-stained equipment at your feet. The music in your earbuds resumes and you quickly clean up; when you lift up the dumbbells the mirror reflects your proudest achievements, the envy of boys and girls alike: toned, flexed muscles, from your hand over your biceps to your shoulders. 
This is where you started, but it soon became a full body routine with abs, butt and thighs all getting a fair share of training. You’re not one of those buff bodybuilder types, but you know this figure has everyone drooling. It might come in handy one day.
#
“Oh, thank you for coming!”
Your assistant walks swiftly towards you, takes both your suitcase and gym bag from you and begins to elaborate the current issue of the casino while not breaking a sweat. She is one of a kind, adorable and diligent and also one of the smartest people you know. She possesses the necessary cold-heartedness in this job. 
“There are three of them, young, pretty, and distracting. It took a while for the security to notice them. Two of them count cards and somehow notify the third of them, who then wins. It works for Black Jack—”
She somehow opens the back door of the large casino building with just her feet and the two of you slip into the hallway filled with casino staff and security guards. Your personal headquarters is right around the corner; you offer your assistance, but your assistant insists on carrying everything. She continues, voice a bit strained. 
“—it works for Poker. The boss estimates a loss of around 60.000 dollars since their scheme started.”
“Why am I only now informed of this?” you ask and finally get to help her when you open the door to the dimly lit room. It was your childhood dream to be some sort of detective, which is why you designed this room in a very similar manner. Security cameras, chalk boards, paper files, everything the detective in a black-and-white TV show needs. “They should’ve told me about this earlier.”
“How much—h-how much can you get out of them?” your assistant asks, stutters, when she sees you undressing. The casual gym outfit is replaced with something more fitting: highly expensive black dress pants, a blazer in the same color, but first a silk shirt with a silver-blue tie. 
“What is she playing right now?”
“Poker. She’s in with 25.000 and already has a big lead. Security says that they have no clue how the three communicate with each other, that’s why they need you.”
“Is that her?” you ask, sure that you’re right from the moment you tap the screen. Your assistant nods and with expectant eyes looks at you, as if you have X-ray vision to find the solution to their communication. Luckily, you’re literally the best at this. “She has a plug or vibrator inside her. Check the others' purses or watches, but only claim them when the time is right.”
Your assistant is blushing again, it’s quite adorable. Though it is definitely not the first time you are upfront about this, she might never not have the reaction of an innocent nun. But there is a reason you wanted her for this job: she does it regardless, with perfect timing and without becoming overconfident. You swear she has a crush on you.
“Thank you, Sana,” you respond and almost crack a smile. She deserves one, but you’re already in character—the character that’s going to save this greedy casino a fuckton of money: distant, ruthless, impenetrable.
#
“Good evening, ladies and gentleman.”
Your greeting goes over the head of all those gentlemen who, no matter how hard the focus and well they play, cannot get out of their monetary hole. Their pokerfaces slip, another one drops out when she collects their chips again. 
Yooa, the cheater, is the only one who takes note of your arrival. She greets you with a bright, playful smile that fails to hide her mischievous actions and other intentions. As she stacks her chips, you take a seat across from her, the unimpressed dealer giving you a simple nod.
“So you want to join us, beautiful?” Yooa asks and moistens her lips with a sensual lick. “How much are you bringing?”
“Not as much as you have,” you respond with false humility. “But it’ll look better soon.”
“Confidence, I like it.”
The dealer hands out the cards. You look at everyone staring at Yooa, suspecting her to somehow look and find out what hand they have. But she does not look at them. She simply sits there, in her gorgeous yellow dress that shows off her amazing curves. Nothing that would have you distracted, but by the way the men are playing and folding and losing, it surely has an effect on them. Two hands later, another one is out, Yooa the ‘lucky’ winner.
“You seem to have a nice streak going, Miss—”
“Yooa. Just Yooa.”
You raise your eyebrows at the wit with which she announces her first name. She is overly confident, cocky the way she sips on her martini, and there is a mixture of disrespect and perverted intrigue in her eyes when they trail down your neck to the expensive suit. Yooa makes chips dance in her hand and you are unsure if she is just playing mind games or if there is a deeper intent in this particular movement. Maybe she wants to pop open your buttons with a smug, victorious grin?
“Alright then, didn’t know we are on a first name basis,” you respond and watch the men around you roll their eyes. “My name is—”
“No need for the introduction, beautiful, 
“I know who you are, your job, the games you play.”
Yooa looks at her cards and you realize that your hand is bad. Not necessarily the Queen and Jack you currently hold, but this current situation might not yet be in your firm grasp like usual. During most of these games, greedy, arrogant men are at the other end of the table and you quickly find out how they cheat, use it against them and it ultimately ends with them losing all their money, their car, their dignity. Countless of them had to be dragged out in nothing but their underwear (sometimes even less) to no house to return to.
Tonight, however, a woman who knows what you are up to presents a different challenge. Nothing you can’t deal with, though you would have loved for some perv whose mind you could melt with just an exposed shoulder—then again, Yooa’s gaze reveals she might be more perverted than any cheater you’ve seen until now.
Give her a weak smile and look away. No need to answer her now. The game quietly continues. Yooa always folds at the right time while you and the others have to remain careful and play out your good hands the best you can because whenever Yooa has the right cards, she wins big time—mix in the occasional bluff and in less than an hour, it’s only you and her, and she has a three to one chips lead.
“I must say, you really are as good as they say,” Yooa laughs towards you when the final man leaves the table, cursing his losses. “I also heard that you like to play these games a bit differently.”
You look at the dealer who reaches for a walkie-talkie and gives instructions to other staff members nearby. At least a dozen of them gather, and with no hint of emotion, they form a barrier that hinders outsiders from joining this specific table. It’s only you and Yooa now, one-on-one and she seems to love it.
“I wonder why you heard so much about me,” you interrogate her and remove your suit top and put it down on the stool next to you. “But I wonder even more why you decided to break the rules and didn’t run the moment you saw me. You probably don’t know me well enough then, Yooa.”
Yooa leans over the table as if to take a deep breath of your scent. There it is again, the glint in her eyes full of hornyness. No matter in which hole the vibrator is, it surely sits deep inside her and has slowly gotten her insanely needy. You will make sure that she breaks and loses, regardless if her friends help her or not. 
“You will lose,” Yooa announces and looks at her newly dealt cards. “Firstly, you will lose more of your clothes. If I win this hand, it’s the tie.”
“That’s outrageous,” you gasp in faux shock and without looking at your cards you add. “But if I win, it’s half of your chips?”
Yooa smirks— “Deal” —and pushes a massive pile of her chips, probably more than the promised half, in the middle. “I think our bets are set. Can we see the cards, please?” 
The dealer looks over to you and when you give him a nod he lays down the first three cards. Two kings and a three of diamonds—absolutely nothing for your hand, a seven and a four, something you would’ve folded, especially if you knew what was at stake. But it can’t be reversed and if you’re honest, you kind of like this position you are in. Yooa’s focus has clearly shifted: with all these men around, she was careful to take every hint her friends send her via vibration—now she has taken a liking to you and allows herself to slip up. 
This is all down to luck, and Yooa is a lucky woman tonight.
“Two pair for Miss Shia,” the dealer announces your defeat and tries to stare down to the cards when you roll your eyes and put your index finger to the top of your tie. Yooa’s large eyes are entirely fixated on you, you know they trail down from your chin along your throat to where you slowly loosen the tie and then pull it off. 
Yooa gasps. You hear her gliding back and forth on the stool while you intentionally unbutton your shirt just enough for Yooa to catch a glimpse of your collarbone and maybe your cleavage, if only you would—
“Ts, this was getting too tight for me anyways.”
—lean down to show it to her, which you do, of course. The dreaminess on Yooa’s face speaks volumes, she is already enchanted, absolutely thrilled and at this point, she will not stop at seeing a hint of your lace bra or parts of your sweaty skin. She wants the whole thing, and so she pushes more chips into the middle.
“Three quarters,” she announces hungrily, while the dealer sends new cards flying into your direction. Yooa quickly checks them, then ignores all the rules about poker faces as she continues with a lusty smile,  “and I get to see you strip out of that shirt.” 
“How about you undress me down to my underwear, but if I win, I do the same to you,” you fire back and watch as she is about to lose her mind. There are no more chips in her hands as she can’t hold onto them or flip them carelessly. You intentionally block her view from where you know her friends are. The chances she cheats become slimmer and slimmer.
“Deal.”
“Show us the cards, please.”
Yet it is in vain. Luck is Yooa’s partner in crime, literally, and the way she subtly smirks while scooting off of the cushion of her chair is obnoxious. Seriously, you’d rather she’d raise her hands up in the air as she celebrates loudly and proudly. Now she takes a quick victory lap around the table and while you still stare at terrible loss in the form of thin paper cards. Yooa had double Aces, nothing you could do about it.
“Show us the cards, please,” Yooa laughs and mocks you while she traps you against the poker table. The taller woman literally looks down at you, your cleavage which she reveals to herself by ripping through the buttons of your shirt victoriously. “All those games you won made you arrogant.”
“You’re one to talk,” you fight back but don’t resist her pervy hands as they get rid of your shirt. Yooa takes a step back and gags at your breasts, the muscles all over your shoulder, arms and especially abs. She cannot stop her drooling anymore.
“Fuck, you are… something. Take your pants off,” Yooa orders and you oblige. The humiliation is cut short however. Not the first time you had to go all this way for a close victory in the end, but what suddenly changes your plans is an odd bulge in Yooa’s tight, yellow dress. It can’t be the vibrator slipping out of her pussy, this shape makes you assume something different.
When your pants pool on the casino’s carpet, instead of letting Yooa bask in this moment of victory and the view of your stunning body, you step closer to her, get on your toes to be on eye level with her and push her crotch into yours.
She gasps.
“Don’t act like you’re that much taller,” you whisper in her ear. “That difference is mostly heels. But if you want to be better than me, how about one last game? If I win, you get rid of this dress and leave this place forever. If you win, 
“You can do anything you want with me, for two nights.”
Yooa gasps again while you grab her hips and rub her aroused issue against your black lace panties. She can’t stop staring at your bra, her imagination is going rampant, she needs you asap, because you could never be closer. You take a short glance at the dealer, who tries to be the biggest gentleman by looking away, but just like the first guests from other tables, your show is just too wild, too lewd not to steal a glance.
“Deal.” Yooa’s response is not firm, more dreamy, just like her walk back to her spot. She stands at her side of the oval table, checks her cards a couple of times, before mindlessly accepting what she has—just like you wanted. If her friends tried to give her intel, the vibration of her toy just made her more aroused and less focused.
Both of you flip the cards at the count of three. Yooa’s King of Spades and Ten of Hearts look weaker than your Ace of Diamonds and Seven of Diamonds at first, but when the dealer lays out the first three community cards, you start to believe that luck was never on your side to begin with.
Two Kings, Yooa is at three of a kind and not only your underwear is hanging by a few threads. You can almost feel your dignity disappear. You need two Aces and there is only a tiny chance it happens.
“You are so done,” Yooa giggles. She looks like she is about to lose her mind and control over her urges, but when the next card—Ace of Hearts—is revealed, sweat is pooling on her forehead as well. There are dozens of scenarios in which she will still win, but Yooa knows she underestimated you.
No cheating is enough. The famous Ace of Spades saves you and when the dealer announces your victory, it feels like the entire casino is quiet for a second. But it’s never quiet. It never stops; the house keeps on going and keeps on winning and you make sure Yooa remembers this forever.
“I told you,” you laugh at the devastated, slack jawed woman, her face in the color of shame, then horror as you put your clothes back on, piece by piece while making your way over to her. “You underestimated me. Never underestimate me.”
“I-it was luck,” Yooa protests. “You have no idea how to play this game.”
“Oh yeah? But you do, huh?” You taunt Yooa by getting into her face and mimicking the sound of vibrations with your lips. “You and your friends had enough fun here. It’s better you go now and never come back or else our legal team will make sure that you can never again afford even such stimulating devices.”
Yooa lowers her head in shame and tries to swiftly walk past you, however, you have not yet forgotten the entirety of your deal with her. She will face the consequences of exposing you in public—she will be embarrassed and then some.
“We are not done here,” you firmly shout and grab Yooa’s wrist. “Strip. Now."
The loudest gulp you have ever heard. All the staff member that initially blocked everyone from getting close to your match have disappeared, the dealer is still collecting your chips, most of those horny guests have turned their attention to something else, no one is really focussing on her—yet Yooa still burns and only hesitantly rolls up the hem of her dress. 
Right before her crotch is exposed, she stops and looks at you with pleading eyes, very much unlike the confident, defiant woman from before. She acts like a virgin, like someone who wants to hide something, and you know exactly what it’s about. With Yooa’s chin in between the tips of your fingers, you order a final time, loud and clear: “Strip, you pervert.”
To your amusement and thrill, you were right with your assumption: the thing that poked you minutes ago was a hard and surprisingly small cock that peeks out from her tiny yellow g-string, the same color as her dress, the same color as her bra and equally terrible at covering her erection up. 
Yooa puts one hand over her face which is awfully close to the crimson carpet draped all over the casino floor. The other tries to push her cock back into hiding,  but you swat it away and swiftly wrap your tie around her neck. 
“The tie looks good on you,” you whisper and tighten it. Yooa glances at you through her fingers, about to cry and then bursting into whines when your finger presses down on her tip. “This one too, I’m not gonna lie. It’s cute—
“Why don’t we show it to everyone here, hm?”
“N-no, please, this-this is too much!”
“Then admit that you cheated. Show me where your friends sit and how you did it. That’s your way out of this.” You scoot behind Yooa and tighten your grip on the tie. With a firm push you send her reeling forward into the shocked gasps of guests, staff members and security. The rules of society dictate that they must be outraged, but their eyes betray them.
“Everyone is looking…” Yooa sobs into her hand.
“And they will continue to do so. Your little friend down here seems to enjoy it though~” You rub along Yooa’s glace and find it covered in sticky precum. Your hand moves down and finds an absolutely leaking, twitching cunt. “Damn, you’re so wet.”
“Stop, please. The-they are over there.” Yooa points at a table from which everyone is already eyeing you, but only two of them try to grab all their belongings and flee in horror. You reach them before they can do so.
“Nice try, ladies,” you mockingly say while a horde of security guards surrounds the two. “Yubin and Arin, if I’m not mistaken? Hand over everything and pray that we don’t sue you to hell and back.”
The two gulp. Yooa gulps too, but that’s because you can’t stop fondling her butt and find a buttplug hidden in between the full cheeks. While the four of you are guided outside, you search through Arin’s Gucci bag and find a high-tech remote with all kinds of settings. Commands are written all over it, the symbols of cards, even simple actions like folding or raising.
“I have to say, that’s quite impressive.” A few quick taps on the “All-in” button sends shocks throughout Yooa’s body and the way she tries to suppress her moans with lip bites makes you change your mind. Instead of taking their money and banning them for life right away, you’ll give yourself a bonus tonight. “I think we need to study this cheating method a bit more.”
#
The tie is still around Yooa’s neck when you two enter your apartment. During the taxi ride along the streets of Paradise and Vegas, you covered her body with a jacket, a large jacket from your office which hid your hand rubbing her. Until now, you had to do so in secret, but with Yooa finally pressed against your bedroom door, there is no need to be secretive.
“You’re so fucking hot, I can’t wait to ravage you,” you moan into Yooa’s ear. For the first time since you embarrassed her, she looks amused.
“Likewise, I want to see you bounce on my cock after I lick your abs.”
“Oh, that is kinda cute,” you laugh and tear off the skimpy underwear. “You think you’re going to top me after all that? Unlike you, I’m not this laughably hard and fucking soaked.” 
Push two fingers into Yooa’s pussy and watch her mewl as you two waddle along the wall towards your bed. Suddenly, she gets a hand in your hair and tries to get a hold of it but you press your lips against hers to shut that down quickly.
“Ts,” Yooa huffs when you disconnect your lips from her. “Just because you have muscles doesn’t mean you have any control, little gi—”
Yooa is cut short by your hands on her hips and a hefty swing that sends her flying onto your bed. The throw leaves her stunned and you easily fold her in half. The view of her round and stuffed bubble butt, sufficiently wet folds and throbbing dick increases your need to put her in her place in all the ways possible. First off, you want to focus on the plug in her ass.
“Call me little girl again, you pervert in your pathetic position.” A twist on the exposed part of the plug and Yooa shudders. It’s not yet enough to deter her.
“I can call you little anytime, girl, so how about you get—oh fuck, no!”
Once again, Yooa cannot fight for long. A press on the right button and the plug vibrates like crazy. At the same time, you push your tongue deep into her cunt and jerk her cock manically. Yooa, in her sudden, overwhelming pleasure becomes less and less eager to get on top. She does not try to put her legs down, instead she lifts her crotch into your face.
“You’re convulsing everywhere,” you tell her. “You’re leaking, Yooa, I know you will cum.”
“A-as if.”
“Admit it, cheater. Your little girl dick, pussy and ass are all mine.” Tug at the plug, play with her slit, rub her soft underside. “Admit it, because your body will definitely.”
You rapidly pump more and more precum out, most of your focus now on Yooa’s cock. It’s a beautiful, mesmerizing thing, not even looking big in your average sized hand. You look past it in Yooa's face, which is almost as messy as her pussy, especially her hair is all over the place. A hanging mouth leaks drool, sweat runs down her forehead and suddenly, a loud groan.
For at least twenty seconds, you squeeze out pearly white cum that streaks over Yooa’s abs and chest up to her chin. You don’t give her time to breathe a sigh of relief, instead opting to stroke her sensitive cock and drinking her girl juice. That proves too much for the young woman.
“Okay, okay, please, s-stop.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Fine, you win, you fucking win.”
You smirk and lean over your prey, making sure to keep her folded and pinned to the bed, both hands on her full thighs. You massage them while locking eyes with Yooa, who still has a hint of brattiness in her.
“What do I win?” you ask her expectantly.
“Me. Do whatever you want, little girl.”
You lean even closer but instead of going for a kiss, which Yooa expects judging from her puckered lips, you go for her ear and moan.
“Don’t underestimate this ‘little girl’. Keep your legs spread and close your eyes, perv.”
She obliges, even when you leave for a moment. That moment is short lived, because all you needed was your special friend hiding underneath the bed: a large strapon dildo, purple and twice as big as Yooa’s cock. There is no need to spit on it as Yooa is already wet enough. 
“You have such a nice looking cunt, Yooa, puffy and—” You push into her and watch her eyes jump open in both utter shock and pure bliss. “—very fucking tight.”
“Oh God, too fast, too—hng!” Yooa throws her head back and digs her nails deep into the mattress until holes are visible in your sheet. Well, it’s not the first time someone with long nails has ruined it like this
“You’re all mine,” you mumble, the fact that you have full control over this incredibly hot woman only now hitting you like a bulldozer and so you attack her pussy violently. Sporadically, you switch up the pace of your thrusts. There is no rhythm to how Yooa receives your fake cock, but that is exactly what keeps her on edge, to the point where she almost slides off the edge of your bed.
“Too rough, too f-fucking hard,” Yooa whines, manically. She does not mean her words, in fact, the opposite is true. She wants it harder, more of your violence on her insides. It’s a good thing that you know this by the way her pussy feels, sounds. You’re going to give her more and you won’t stop until most of her body is covered in white.
“Look at me, Yooa, and say that again.” You lean back down to her, one hand keeping her thighs apart, the other getting to work at that cock which is well on its way to the former hardness. “Do you want me to go slower and softer? I don’t believe you. Your cock is almost ready to explode in my fingers again.”
“No, I…”
Yooa cannot admit it, not after all the humiliation after your poker duel. The only way to elicit the words you want from her is by means of overwhelming pleasure. Some would call it torture, but in reality you’re just giving her what she desires while simultaneously breaking her will. Rub the underside of her spear while your strap-on spears her open, all the way to her cervix. Yooa mumbles something—that’s not enough!
“Say it, you cheater! Say that your addicted to me, my body, the way I fuck you into these sheets.”
“Hng, so big, fuck.”
Roll your eyes and roll over Yooa. You’ve had it with her silly expression of neither wanting to admit or submit. Now you get to see her gorgeous back, god-crafted perfection from shoulders to hips, finished off with an insane ass that is still plugged. The primal urge to spank her ass is too big to fight, so do that—do it again, for good measure—do it two more times after that, so both cheeks glow in a nice red hue—then pull out the remote and put it on the highest setting.
“I know you had your friends use this setting,” you groan as you plunge back into Yooa’s cunt. Fuck, from this angle, the harness rubs your soaked labia and caresses your clit with every thrust. “I bet they put it to this level when I showed you my body, huh? You like this, my muscles all over you, plowing you into my bed?
“You’re mine, Yooa.”
“Ye-yes. Yes, oh fuck, yes. You fuck me so good, please fuck me more!”
That will be the last of her. Nothing more needs to be said. There is only sex for her for the rest of time (or at least, this entire night). You get up on the bed to press down harder, the depths of Yooa’s cunt now easily able to take you. As she swallows your length, her ‘length’ only needs a few pumps before she cums again, over her thighs this time. 
Though her arms, legs and voice start to give out, you continue in chase of your own orgasm, which is well deserved at this point. Wipe the sweat from your forehead and hold onto Yooa’s hips. She needs to keep her ass up so you can get into her, so far, that her abs get hammered from the inside. At this point, the poor woman is grunting like a pig, incoherent at best and absolutely mindless at worst. When you push down on her butt plug, the stimulation gets her cock going again. 
In a miracle of sorts, you both climax at the same time: you from the incredible wetness and friction the continuous plunging provides, Yooa from your merciless, yet tired hands that squeeze her dick dry one last time. Exhausted you collapse next to her, only able to get a hold on her breasts so you can embrace her from behind. Yooa cannot escape and shudders awake when you blow a kiss across her cheek.
“I’m gonna stay inside you a bit longer,” you announce, your voice deep and croaky. “Tomorrow, we’ll have a nice breakfast with coffee. Then you need to pay back all the money you stole from the casino.”
“Of course, yes,” Yooa mewls. You twirl her nipples to make her forget how shit tomorrow is going to be.
“Afterwards, we can fuck again if you like. I have to admit, you’re pretty hot.” Yooa can’t see it, but you're smiling, even blushing from behind her. Her smell alone, be it mixed with sweat and other bodily fluids or unadulterated or enhanced by perfume is intoxicating.
“Thank you, but—you are definitely hotter. I’m glad my plan to lure you out worked~”
“Excuse me!?”
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An unexpected D-Day (Prelude)
futa!Sohyun x Sakamoto Mashiro
Length: 1000 words
Tags: futa, rough sex, futa!idol x female idol, hair pulling, missionary, doggy, heavy orgasms, facials, frustration, unhinged and incredibly horny Sohyun, a good friend Mashiro
TW: FUTA, editing? never heard of her...
Credit: @worldsover "Completeness" and @praeluxius because he kinda inspired me for this to become a series
-Prelude- -Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-
(A/N: yeah, so I was struggling to write the last couple of weeks and yet here I am, starting another series lmfao. It will focus on Park Sohyun and her horny adventures. For other parts/completely different fics, y'all have to be patient)
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"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."
Mashiro is a very kind girl, the type wh never curses, smiles softly even when times are hard and always gives it her best when others need her help. This is still mostly true right now, but would a loving girl like her really curse and grunt like she does right now?
Sure, there is a huge phallic shape going in and out of her tiny, shaven cunt and sure, there is also a hand pulling at her hair and sure—she should curse even harder at this point.
"Shiro, your pussy... i-it's so fucking tight."
Sohyun is once again in a state where she gradually loses her mind. Happens every day, two times, three times, depending on random quantum movements or something like that. Today it happened with her friend Mashiro around and luckily for both of them, the Japanese woman has a thing for massive cocks that can poke her abs from the other side.
And so, Sohyun pokes her, bulges that tight tummy with rapid fire thrust, all fueled by this limitless pool of horny energy.
"I'm sorry," Sohyun suddenly howls, as if there was a need to apologize for forcing all that pleasure on Mashiro's face. "Too rough?"
"No, fuck—fuck me more!" Mashiro screams for what Sohyun can only assume is deeper, harder penetration, maybe a bit more hair pulling or a switch up of positions. The correct answer is all of the above.
Both hands on her hips, Sohyun spins Mashiro around, makes her kneel (it's more of an unstable sway of her ass, really) and plunges back in, her cock now deeper than ever. Mashiro arches her back, bites her lip until blood spills out but keeps her curses to herself—
"Oh my fucking fuck, shit, fuck me!"
—at least for a few seconds in which Sohyun relishes in the snugness of her hole. That hole is made to take her cock and be formed in its shape. Sohyun knows she is bigger than many other, especially those that might have fucked Mashiro. Maybe that is why she is brainless and euphoric right now.
"Cum, cum!" Mashiro repeats, stupidly loud and stupidly stupid
"Oh yes, Shiro, cum. Cum hard."
Mashiro throws her wide hips back against Sohyun's crotch and the Korean girl has to really focus to not just explode against Mashiro's cervix. But alas, it's Mashiro who cums first, with a loud moan in varying pitches. She visibly loses it, her stability, all her care for how she looks or sounds. She cups Sohyun's cock bulging her tummy and yelps everytime the bulge reappears.
There is a disturbing lack of things that hold Sohyun back from just fucking the last remnants of her brain cells out and dumping a huge load into Mashiro’s stretched, rippling cunt. Self-control is never her strength during those times of the day, but with no meeting to attend today and Mashiro in absolute bliss and wordlessly begging for more, Sohyun just goes for it. 
Once again, Mashiro’s beautiful and now sweaty hair spills from Sohyun’s balled fist as she pulls at the ponytail to make every thrust hit harder. The wet sounds of her pussy, the lewd moans from her mouth-pussy make Sohyun spin down a spiral where her mouth says things she would never approve of.
“Be my stressreliver, my fuck toy! I need you shiro, your pussy, that wet fucking pussy and your gorgeous ass it’s so—
A loud slap, Mashiro winces. 
“—fat and delicious. Oh I need to cum on your face, let me cum on your face, please!”
Mashiro takes that as a command and spins around as fast as she can, just to be met with the marvelous expression of Sohyun’s orgasmic face when she pulls her foreskin back and unloads. It’s not really streaks, more like a stream of creamy white sperm that covers Mashiro’s silly, bewildered features. She has to close her eyes, that’s how much cum rains down on her and even opening her mouth isn’t enough because Sohyun accidentally (probably not) shoves the throbbing tip past her lips.
The mutual recovery is long. Mashiro is still busy collecting cum from her rosy cheeks while Sohyun takes deep breaths beside her, her flaccid cock hanging between her legs as she stares at the ceiling. Only a few more days, then she will be announced as the new member of this up-and-coming girl group she already produced songs for. She will also be the first member with a member, at least that’s what she can assume from the dorm stories. 
“Did you mean that?” Mashiro suddenly asks and starts to hug Sohyun from the side. There is still a bit of cum next to her nose, but she looks too cute to interrupt now.
“What are you referring to?” 
“Oh, the stressreliver and fuck toy part to be honest—though that wasn’t really the craziest shit you said.” Mashiro playfully pokes Sohyun’s cheek and giggles at the somewhat embarrassed expression she got out of her friend.
“Well, I could really use someone. This urge has become unbearable and I don’t know how I’m supposed to hide it from others in the future, especially the girls.”
“And so you want me as your small little fleshlight?” Mashiro asks, her brows furrowed for a second, before she sighs. “I’d say yes, to be honest, because my God, you’re so good, but I don’t have the time.”
“I get it.” Now it’s Sohyun’s turn to sigh. She puts an arm around Mashiro and they both start to cuddle. “I’ll probably have to deal with it myself anyways. It’s going to be a busy time.”
“We could go for one more today, though.” Expectant eyes meet, something twitches in between them.
“Maybe later?” Sohyun suggests, her voice a goose-bump-inducing whisper right into Mashiro’s red ear.
“Yes, but you have to cum in my mouth this time. I want more of that salty, sweet baby batter you have stored down there~”
“Deal.”
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fillinforlater · 1 month
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Holding out during NNN then finally ending with these 2 here to finally relieve you 😨
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Except they tricked you. Ruining your NNN
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It's actually the last day of November but your BFH must have clouded your judgment. Once you realize what's going it's already too late for you. Cause you're already dumping your second load into Chaewon.
Both of your balls would definitely be retracting forcefully as you nut if not for Yunjin's lips wrapping around one of them. Your right testicle tucking hard against her lips but never quite escaping Yunjin's hold on you. Her tongue skilfully laps up whatever is dripping out of Chaewon and onto the middle of your ball sac.
And now your reward is gone 🤷‍♂️. A foursome with Minju, Gaeul and Yujin gone just like that. You have one last chance since you've only failed at the end.
You have to complete one of the following challenges without cutting, the idol could come into your room without any notice and at any time (even when you're sleeping):
Random titjobs that last for 7 days from Eunbi
Random thigh jobs that last for 7 days from Rei
Random non-penetrative rubbing from Sakura with both of her entrances for 2 days
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Which challenge would you choose for yourself?
Let's say you managed to redeem yourself
Would you...
😇Collect your reward, have sex with Gaeul, Yujin and Minju for 1 hour?
OR
😈Punish Chaewon and Yunjin. Do whatever you want with them for 24 hours?
I thought real hard about making this a fic, but with my current backlog, I won't be able to make it. Thanks for the ask tho, frisky!
I would def pick Sakura cuz it lasts only two days and I imagine Rei and Eunbi would not stop until I'm either dead or they are covered in cum... and even afterwards, theirbmercy must be small.
And then Yunjin and Chaewon have to get punished, overstimulated until they are sobbing, apologizing, begging for mercy that I don't have... at least not for those 24 hours
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On her jeans (Part 2 of 3)
Male Reader x Kim Minji, Pham Hanni (ft. Jisoo, Seungyeon, Seolhyun)
Length: 8.018 words
Tags: You know what? How about no tags. Yes, really. This is very similar to the rest of the On her series, especially cuz it's a Part 2. Go have fun, I know you will have it ;)
TW: rushed editing, a terrible friend, nothing but sex matters
Inspiration: @sooyadelicacies
Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being a fantastic co-writer!
-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part3-
(A/N: This fic has it all: from three cameos to rapid fire scene changes to betrayal to an all-time threesome combo. Have fun with these grown-ass women!)
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"What the fuck, Unnie?" 
"What?" Kazuha says, not even bothering to turn her attention to the young girl. 
"He… I—" 
The ballerina then turns around to see tears forming in Minji's eyes. This is how so many of them must have looked when the realization came crashing over them like a merciless tsunami. Did I really just do this? Is it worth it? Will he ever have enough?
"As he should." Kazuha's expression turns cold, uncaring.  "I did exactly what you asked me to. I sent you to him. It looks like you weren't good enough for him. That's on you. If you can't stick it out, maybe you aren't cut out for all of this." 
"What—do you really feel that way? Is that why you do it?" Minji sobs.
"At the start sure, but now I know: he is my whole world, all that I could need or want. 
“I love him," Kazuha says with unflinching conviction.
"Really?" Minji shouts and Kazuha quickly shuts her up with a palm on her sore lips.
"Yes, really, and if you screw this up, I swear, I'll make your life a living hell." Kazuha looks around the long corridors of the Hybe building. She then removes her hand from Minji's lips and unexpectedly dives straight to the younger’s ear. "You can be a good girl for him, call him Master or Daddy and get your brains fucked out—but don't ever get in between us. When the time is right, I'll be the only one for him.
"Is that clear?"
"Y-yes, Zuha-unnie."
"Good. Now, what did he say you need to do?"
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A seemingly never ending, vicious cycle starts for Minji. She works her butt off, dances the entire day, goes through hours of meetings, recordings—and instead of going to bed every day, she takes every conceivable measure to go straight to your office. 
She walks in, lays on the table and waits for you to finish a call. At first, it's a mystery who you are talking to, but she finds out that it's all kinds of producers, managers, executives and most importantly—idols.
"So how is everything going?" Jisoo dreamily asks from the other end of the line.
"Well, I almost fucked up,” you respond in all honesty and drop your pants. “I almost slipped and told one of the new prospects they reminded me of you." 
Jisoo's face softens and smiles. It’s like you can hear every movement of her facial bones. "Oh? Care to tell me who? Is she prettier than I was back then?" 
"Impossible," You say sincerely. 
"You're sweet, but don't think you're off the hook for that little quick tryst you had with Jennie. Rosie's sad about it. You need to make it up to her. And you need to make it up to me too." Jisoo says the last part a bit forcefully and you imagine scrunches on her face to show you her seriousness.
"I know,” you sigh and rub a finger along Minji’s throat and cheeks without thinking about her or the incredible sensation of her skin. “I will, I will. I miss you." 
"I know you do. You tell me every time we talk. I miss you too, Daddy.” That’s always how Jisoo finishes a long distance conversation. She wishes you were there, with a hand in her panties. She wants to moan your name into your ear, your actual name, and not scream it out when rubbing one out under some hotel bed sheets. But Jisoo will have to wait.
The moment you finish the call, you start to pull out your hard cock and press it into Minji’s wide open mouth. She makes sure to keep her lips moisturized at all times, but she can never be ready for the strong impact of your hips hitting her head and rocking her back and forth on the desk.
With every single one of those meetings, Minji's clothes become more revealing, to the point she gasps whenever she sees herself in a public mirror. People on the train start to watch her round ass bounce in short shorts, then in very short shorts, then in a miniskirt.
Minji wonders how she is able to push through this. Her sleep gets shorter, the training rougher, the meetings more intense—worst of all, you become more violent too. It all reaches a peak when Minji is unable to shower because otherwise she would be too late. 
In her dirty, sweaty state, she sprints to your office and bursts through the door, just to be greeted by the sight of you roughly fucking—destroying—the huge ass of a familiar idol.
"You are fuck-ing late!" you growl and slam the bendover idol against the desk a final time. Minji hurries around the wooden monstrosity to get into her, by now well-known position. It is then that she realizes who you are fucking: Seungyeon, the former dancer of CLC.
"What are you?" you shout at Seungyeon and smack her ass hard.
"Your stupid, bubble-butt bitch, Master," she wails in a weird mix of pain and euphoria. She gets a tap on said bubble-butt with your cock.
"How do you want it, bitch?"
"Harder, Master."
"What are you going to get?"
"What Master wants."
"Exactly."
Minji lets her head hang off the edge, only a few inches away from where you annihilate Seungyeon's dignity and her asshole with your inches. Both you and the idol grunt like animals in heat, but for her it sounds blissful, for you more like work.
And so Minji lays there, drenched in sweat, and the weirdness of being forced to watch other people fuck never really fading. It's stranger the more she has seen or admired an idol. No matter who, everyone she saw has folded to you, and Seungyeon might be the most submissive. How she degrades herself and begs for you to ruin and spit on her—
"Good bitch, keep your ass gaping!"
Suddenly, the cock is on Minji's face and she looks past it in shock. Your expression, though a bit exhausted, remains stern.
"Open fucking wide, Minji," you command and Minji gulps. This cock has just been in Seungyeon's ass, maybe for hours, and though it looks spotless, she can't bring herself to—
Minji gasps and that is enough. You push against her lips, into her mouth and start to use it to 'clean' yourself—really, it is just training for Minji to trust you and accept your commands.
Though her first reaction was a gag of disgust, Minji has to admit to herself quickly that Seungyeon's ass on your cock tastes great. It's an embarrassing secret which she will never tell anyone.
You switch between the holes a couple more times before creaming Seungyeon. While Minji has her final cleaning session, you order the older idol to clean Minji's feet and calves off sweat.
No hesitation, Minji realizes, as Seungyeon does not leave out an inch of her skin.
Seungyeon isn't the only one showing complete devotion to you and your every order. You've had a few other idols over before or after Minji's throat-stretching. The young soon-to-be idol knew them, but they weren't the stars yet she saw in your profile list. The thought that you might have been bluffing with controlling the likes of Blackpink, aespa or Red Velvet crossed her mind, but they faded whenever she thought of Kazuha's success.
She wants that too, no, Minji wants to pass Kazuha and so she comes back to you, no matter how hard the companies’ training is fucking her. Then finally comes the day—actually, the day before the day. 
The not-yet NewJeans member lays on your table. She returned from the final pre-debut meeting and was ready for you to quickly walk in and fuck her face, but you never came. For endless hours, the entire fucking night, Minji had to lay there and wait. She could've left at any time, but the gravity of this situation, this presumed test, pulled her down to the flat, wooden surface. 
No matter how uncomfortable it got, she did not stand up. You could be around the corner at any second. The thought of her giving up right as you walk in gave Minji a weird mixture of fear and arousal, further amplified when she had to keep herself from falling asleep. A hand in her soaked panties, Minji played the fantasy out in her head:
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You would walk in and find her asleep. Angry by her inability to follow orders and service her Master, you decide to punish her. When you find her panties wet, the desk covered in girl juice, you wouldn't hesitate to plunge into Minji's tight, virgin cunt and fuck her awake. It would hurt, but Minji wouldn't stop cumming!
She can't stop cumming, her fingers rub her clit to completion and now real juice runs down your desk. Minji is wide awake, but an hour later, she does it again, again, again, until you finally enter the room. Casually, as if Minji isn't completely spent and almost fully naked on your work desk.
The sparkle in her eyes is priceless. Out of all the crazy shit you pulled on this formerly innocent virgin, this was the task that broke her. You don't know the exact moment, but you will never forget this moment where you see her orbs and know that she is past her prostitute stage.
"This is actually impressive," you say with a coy smile while gently caressing Minji's forehead. "I see you... had fun last night?"
"Sorry, Master," Minji carefully apologizes and kisses your hand. "I made a mess."
"Don't worry, I'll call someone to clean it later. Now, get on your knees and show me what you have learned."
She is dizzy, barely able to stand, but luckily, Minji's place is at your feet, hands wrapped around your length. Her strokes are soft, careful, and she does not wait to use her tongue on you. After a minute, she sees the impatience in your look and uses her mouth. Quickly it’s wrapped around your tip and for the first time ever, Minji fucks her face on your cock.
"Oh, fuck!" you exclaim. There is some actual joy in that, especially when you can lazily put Minji's hair in a makeshift ponytail and watch her go down on your crotch in surprisingly quick succession. "This is good, this is fucking—great!
"Hold still."
Your heart pumps like crazy, but it's nothing compared to your hips which start to obliterate Minji's throat. Your cock bulges her visibly and she starts to shake. Usually, she'd have her teeth at spots where they don't belong, but at long last, she has learned. 
She takes it well, like a slut should. Not yet one of your perfect sluts however. It's all a bit rushed; her debut, the training, the stretching. Considering this, she is definitely good and her gags sound delicious. 
You pull out of her mouth. Minji triest to catch her breath, instead catches three of your fingers which you also use to fuck her mouth while locking eyes. The salty tears that stream from hers look so delicious and you love how, no matter how many chokes you force out of her, there is no fight or flight response. She takes it.
"Become sloppy, slut, get your drool out. I want to see you become a mess for your Master!"
Minji twitches. She is dazed, your fingers become glazed; then an avalanche spurts forth, of more tears and drool that starts to cover her chin and stain your floor. You want more, so you replace your fingers with your cock and fuck her throat again, never slowly, only hard and fast. At this point, the poor girl beneath you is dehydrated and the pool on her thighs and the tiles excessive. You stop.
"Fuck, this is what I mean. This is how you suck cock, Minji."
"G-glad you l-like it—Master."
"Go clean up your mess."
"Yes, Master."
When Minji goes down to lick and suck her saliva from the floor, you rest your shiny, polished shoe on her cheek and bask in the faint sun, dawning right before your office window.
"You will go home and sleep," you order firmly. "The only contact we will have is when you send me a video of you masturbating in your debut panties. Send me those panties in the mail, and you'll soon lift your first music show trophy."
Lean down after Minji has collected all the slick and press an unmistakable love bite right under her right breast. Minji mewls as you do so.
"The-they'll probably try to hide the mark, Master."
"Good." Pat her head. "No one can know what happened here."
"Of course, Master."
"You've been a good girl, Minji. Now go out there and become a bigger star than you could've ever dreamed of."
"Thank you, Master."
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Months go by where Minji is mostly a concept for you, some asset to be discussed in meeting with your connections in HYBE. Rarely did she send a direct message to you—except for the video you asked for. It's nice that she didn't totally forget about you. After a busy day that calls for vacation and a nice, warm pussy on your cock, you turn on the TV to watch the most important year-end award show. 
A quick scroll down your contact list, you pick someone you know is nearby, obedient and definitely warm. The calls with Seolhyun are never longer than ten seconds, because she knows she's got to be there for her Daddy.
"You ever miss this?" you ask her when she sits down on your cock, panties still around her ankles, jacket still hanging from her shoulders.
"The awards? Sometimes, but—oh fuck!” Seolhyun is interrupted by you thrusting upwards while you care more for the TV than her. “Yes, more Daddy. They are nothing compared to your cock, your touch, your love!" 
Seolhyun tightens when she moans these words and you give her more of your touch, your thrusts, your cock. Soon she is bouncing in rhythm with it and begs for you to rub her clit. You won’t do so yet, would be boring if she’d get all the things that make her cum so easily.
"What do you think of her, Seolhyun?” You nod towards the screen as it captures Minji in all her beauty and on stage charisma. “Think she can capture the nation's heart like you once did?" 
"Minji, right? I think so."
That is the first time Minji has been in your sight since when her face was pressed to the floor. She looks like a proper star, close to being a super star (their next song will guarantee it) and her attitude reflects that. Don't touch me, I'm better than you, get out of my way, who even are you? - you imagine how she feels towards these other, lesser known people around her. 
Minji's dream came true and you were the pixy dust. Now you deem it the right time to get a hold of her. In between comebacks, right after all the award shows, she will have no excuses. Time to pay up, you text her, with a location, time and date while your finger disappears in Seolhyun’s asshole.
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The day comes and you've checked into your favorite spa-hotel with excitement. The security and privacy here are top notch, or at least they are for you. See, it’s all about connections and here you have the best connections and can make sure that no rumors spread and that all information comes to you in no time. Minji will be here shortly and you've already painted the pictures of her naked body in your head, scenes where she undresses, spreads her legs and folds, begs for you to part her—
You hear the door open. From your seated position on the bed, you look expectantly at the entrance to the bedroom which Minji finds shortly after, her fluffy, thick jacket already falling from her shoulders.
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"Hello, Master," she sultrily says with a smile. You reciprocate it.
"I see you've been doing great," you skip the greeting and walk over to her. A gentle push and the jacket fully falls off. Minji's outfit underneath is surprisingly thin for this season; there could be snowfall outside any day now and she runs around in a white crop and skinny denim.
"Those jeans look good on you." Stare down at her eyes while you check the quality of those mentioned jeans by fondling her butt, then her thighs and lastly her crotch. "Very expensive, HYBE is already paying you?"
"It's all the ads we do," Minji quickly responds, her breath halted while she does the unthinkable and moves your hand away from her crotch. "I... I never thought it would work so quickly."
"Yeah, it feels surreal, almost too quickly," you say with careful annoyance, unsure how to judge Minji's hand on your wrist holding you back from getting to feel more of her body.
"I couldn't have done it without you, Master, thank you very much~"
"You see, Minji..."
Her shoulders in your firm grasp, you move Minji to the next wall and position her in such a way that she is trapped and your knee is able to gradually push up against her covered pussy. The young girl tries to resist, she is suddenly flustered, oh how this should remind her of her success.
"... no one was ever this successful without a big commitment. Your commitments until now were nothing."
"Tha-that's why I'm here. Master, I'll suck your cock as much as you want, I'll let you deepthroat me hard, even for the entire night!"
You scoff and give Minji's cheek a quick, small slap. Your knee has now become the only pillar that keeps her upright. She has to balance and rub her slightly moistened folds on them so as to not to fall over.
"Sucking? Deep throating? Oh you're still so naive. No. You, Minji… belong to me. All of you, which means any hole. You are mine to use however I want."
"Wha—no!" She puts a hand on her cheek and looks at you with puppy eyes that beg so pathetically, like the thought that you took this deal seriously is a shocking reveal. You roll your eyes at her and find the top button of her jeans, but Minji starts to fight back with a loud, whiny voice.
"No, Master, you don't understand! Un-unlike all those other idols, I'm... I'm still a virgin. I don't want to lose it now, not here, not—"
"That is not up to you!"
Your shout halts time and space, only Minji's facial expression matters. She looks honest, absolutely in dread that it might happen at not the moment she wants it to. She cannot fathom giving you or anyone that control, she wants it special and precious and all those nonsense illusions. It's gut wrenchingly annoying but you will not go too far to break her now; you're too fond of her for that. 
Call it your weakness and curse you for that.
"We had a deal."
"I-I know."
"And you don't want to fulfill it?"
"I'm sorry, Ma-Master, please don't—"
"Then offer me something equally valuable." Minji looks at you in confusion. You drop her from the wall and hand her your phone. "Put in the number of someone whose virginity I can take. They have to be your sacrifice, your warrantor, and they have to agree to the same contract.
"You will then come with her to me and will watch how I take her virginity. You will watch every fucking pump I put into her pussy. She will testify, she will call me Master and she will love it. That's your only way, you better bring me someone."
Minji clutches the cell phone, her life-line, her lever to the trolley problem, except the train that was about to hit her can only be directed at another girl.
"And Minji,” you add in controlled yet uncontrollable rage. “I want her here, now. I want someone worthy of my time and touch. Or else. You will call them and then you will be on your knees sucking my cock while we wait."
Sweat comes pouring down Minji's forehead. You can hear the inner workings of her brain scramble, trying to find someone she can push in between you and her. There is no submission to you and there is no urge to flee and break your deal. 
Minji genuinely tries to sell you someone. Despicable, everything for success.
"D-do you know Hanni?" she suddenly stutters, quietly, ashamed but her fingers are already dialing up her friends number.
"I have never met her." You laugh in disbelief and turn your back to Minji. "You're really going to sell your bandmate? Are you not friends?"
"I—she's the only one I know who is a virgin but not... not... not unwilling."
You cock your eyebrow and listen to Minji's call which is surprisingly short. No mention of you or your arrangement, just the location and some details. Definitely no one is allowed to know of this and yes, Hanni has to be swift.
Minji ends the call and you immediately throw her to the ground, her head on the cushions of the nearby bed, your belt already loose, a hand on your pants.
"Pull them down and open your fucking mouth." Minji does so, the shock in her eyes is wonderful when you push past her lips and against the back of her throat in one go. Violent choking. "You are terrible, the worst friend, but at least you know how to make that mouth-pussy of yours work. Go on! Fucking use your tongue."
Minji starts to gag, trying to adjust to your cock, not realizing you weren't even fully hard yet. You never were with her. 
"Good, all the way. Use your tongue and saliva, let me fucking feel it."
You kick off your trousers and put more force in your hips so that your long shaft may fill Minji's deepest depths. It pushes out a lot of saliva, a waterfall that tumbles down her chin and covers her top. From your point of view you may not see it, but you know that Minji's aroused nipples poke through her bra and show that no matter how hard you fuck her face or belittle her, she's yours.
Minji's mind shall only be occupied with satisfying you, so even her still lacking tongue and lips do their best to suck you from tip to base—you make sure she never slacks by pistoning in and out of her.
After about 30 minutes of slowly thrusting in and out of here and replying to texts on your phone, you receive a message from the hotel staff that someone has arrived and come to see you. Minji tries to tap on your leg, indicating she wished to be freed of this position. You shake your head, no. 
"Oh, you don't want your bandmate to see you like this? That's not an option."
The sound of a door opening echoes through the hotel room and Minji panics, flailing wildly, her eyes tearing up and begging, begging so well—maybe she can finally grasp what she has gotten her friend into—
"Hello? Minji, are you here? Is everything okay?"
—but she still has so much to learn. Smack her cheek a final time, loud enough for Hanni to gasp at the front door. Before she can enter the bedroom, you pull out of Minji's mouth and push her towards the door. 
"Minji?" Hanni asks again and rushes towards her. Minji stops her, both of them shriek in shock. "Oh my Gosh, Minji, it is you! You scared me!"
"I-I'm sorry, I—"
"You look... messy. Is everything alright? I'm sorry if I took too long, you sounded so sad and terrified."
"Hanni, I," Minji stutters, hesitates, maybe even contemplates. It all makes her seem as if she has a heart and does not want to use Hanni to keep her virginity, but deep down everyone has to know that she is not a good person. No one would sell their friend for something like this. Minji is cold hearted when it comes to her career and things she believes she rightfully owns. "I have to ask something crazy of you."
"Okay? Look, you need to calm down first, maybe clean your face up and then we can talk ab—"
"Hanni, please." You hear some uncertain steps, as if someone is almost falling over and is ultimately pressed to a wall. You hear a wet sound, then a moan. Your cock is going crazy at all the possible things that might happen right around the corner and later in this bed. "Do you trust me?"
"Why did you kiss me, Minji?"
"Do you trust your leader?"
"Yes, of course. I'm a bit scared though, what have you gotten into?" Hanni's voice is full of concern and so is her face which you see for the first time when Minji guides her into the bedroom, arms around Hanni's tiny waist.
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Hanni is in complete shock. 
"Minji, what is this? Who is this man?" You still have your pants down and cock out. 
Unfazed, you smile at the girl. "Minji, tell your friend what you did."
"Have you never wondered," Minji starts right away and tightens her hold on the younger band member. "Why so much changed before our debut, why the success was imminent, why it didn't stop? Have you never questioned all the blessings we received?"
"I-I... what was I supposed to think?" Hanni weakly laughs and tries to avoid the sight of your erection, but she can't because Minji is slowly inching her closer to it. "We are in a gr-great company, smart managers, pro-ducers... so who are you?"
"He is the reason, he is why we did not fail. Look, Hanni, I had to do it, okay?"
"Do what? Sell your body?" Hanni looks over her shoulder at the glassy-eyed leader of her group who gives her the tiniest nod. In those large, round orbs of the young Vietnamese woman you see the realization kick in bit by bit. At first she does not want to accept it, then she cannot believe it—but at last, she has to put it into words.
"You sold your body... and now he wants more."
"He wants something only you can give him," Minji whispers and pecks Hanni's cheek. You are astonished at how she manipulates her dongsaeng, Minji truly is ruthless; but Hanni's calmness deserves an award. She seems to surrender to this idea easily. There is no flight, there is barely any fight—she accepts her situation. 
"Will you give it to him? Your virginity?"
"Minji, I—"
"That's not the entire truth is it, Minji?" You smirk coldly. "You are a pretty thing, Hanni. She's right, I do want more. It's not something only you can give me, rather, it's something Minji refuses to give me. So instead, she offered you to me. Your precious group leader sold you out."
Put her tiny chin into your hand and for the first time, Hanni locks eyes with you. Minji's manipulation roots deeper, as there is not a hint of belief in the words you say. Rather, Hanni listens to the girl in her ear, at her ear, that licks her ear and tells her sweet lies:
"He is playing with you. He likes to play. But don't worry, he will help us.
"Don't you want to be a star, Hanni? The most successful foreign idol?" You hear Minji opening Hanni's belt as she melts in between your thumb and index finger. Her lips look so full and perfect. You'd bet your career that she is already a great sucker, maybe even better than Minji is at this point. "My sacrifice can't be for nothing, and yours won't be either."
Hanni's pants drop to the floor, while you work to get rid of her jacket. She is like a Barbie doll: pretty, clear skin, obedient, ready to be undressed and played with. No matter what you do or where you touch, she just obliges while her features become redder and hotter. Soon, she wears nothing but her undergarments.
"You have an amazing body," you compliment her. She just nods. You order Minji to put Hanni on your bed. For now, you'll not reveal the whole story, the truth: yes, you play games, but Minji clearly is lying to Hanni, trying to get away with more than questionable methods.
You respect Minji for that. Yes, in this dedication, the lies, you see devotion for you. She is willing to sacrifice herself and even her friend for your satisfaction. It wouldn't be long now until she would truly be turned into a loyal one for you. 
You have a suspicion and you would test it out here. 
"Hanni Pham, a bright star plucked out of Australia, a Viet idol with international appeal. And a lovely voice too, dare I say even prettier than Minji's..." 
You smirk, sensing the hurt from Minji without even looking.
"Will you tell me your name?" Hanni asks as you crawl on top of her. Minji placed her in a missionary position and still rubs her hand all over her exposed thighs so she would open her legs for you.
"You don't need my name, you just need to know what I can do and what I want. My deal with Minji benefits you a lot. Tell me, how does it feel to hold a music show trophy or one of those MAMA awards?"
"G-good, Sir, it's quite the," Hanni gasps when you push her legs open and place a finger on her white, innocent panties. You search for a bit until you find her clit and rub it from side to side. "Thrill."
"Drop the Sir, with me Hanni." Lean down to her pink lips, those round, moisturized and smooth lips. "Call me Daddy."
Minji's eyes widen and she almost lets out a whimper as if to object to you. A first encounter and you already let her call you, Daddy? Did you already like Hanni more than her when you haven’t even received pleasure yet? 
"Daddy?" Hanni responds unsure. 
"Yes, Hanni. You'll be a good girl for me won't you? That's all I want. Good, loyal girls. If you do that, you can have anything you desire."
"Daddy, I want to be successful and I want to give you what you need for that." She whimpers when you put more pressure on her nub. "B-but I'm a bit scared. I have never put something inside."
"I think your friend here can help you with that. After all, she got you into that situation." You glance at Minji and she gets what you mean, though the envy at Hanni's preferential treatment is clearly visible on her wrinkled forehead.
Minji leans down and gives Hanni a firm kiss while replacing your hand on the clit that has steadily hardened and is now aroused to the point Hanni's panties become stained with wet spots.
You glance at Minji in thanks. 
"Oh and Minji: no more kissing Hanni unless I command it. Her lips and your lips, belong to me only. Is that clear?" She can only meekly nod. "I hope you haven't been touching anyone else during our time together, Minji. That would really upset me." 
You already know the answer. Given how easily Minji’s and Hanni’s lips connected just this evening, you know it's something they are comfortable with. That would end now. 
Before Minji can answer you, you focus back on Hanni and the sticky sensation spreading over your fingers.
"Already wet for me? You're taking to my touch a lot better than your leader. Tell me, Hanni, you're not afraid of me, are you? Just ask me to touch you more. Tell me what you want."
Hanni is still hesitant, though there is shyness only in the way her mouth doesn't move and admit to her body's obvious reaction. She leaks onto your fingers, her chest heaves heavily, faster. You insert a finger, as well as part of those drenched panties inside her and finally, the right words slip out.
"Your fingers feel so good, fu-uck."
"That's what I wanted to hear." You smile and lean down to Hanni's face. Her lips instinctively pucker, her eyes fall shut, oh, how incredible: she is already yours. You let her wait there, finger twirling, pretending to push aside her panties and go for the real deal, but you're all teasing. Hanni mewls.
"Please, D-Daddy, kiss me."
"I will, when I put it in."
"W-will it hurt? Will you hurt me Daddy?"
"Only if you want me to, baby girl, but you want what Daddy wants, right? It might hurt to begin with, but it will feel so good for both of us." 
The chemistry between you two surprises Minji as she backs off, her hands away from the young women for the first time. Hanni nods. 
"Make me feel good, Daddy. I trust you."
Hook your fingers in Hanni's panties and at last, her soaked entrance is exposed, for your eyes only. You stroke your cock a couple of times, get the fresh girl juice all over it and gaze over the insanely well-trained body you're about to ravish.
Hanni's abdomen is to die for. The muscles on her midriff are absolutely stunning, the same goes for her navel perfectly resting in between them and then further up her subtle boobs, which Minji frees from the bra after your command. It all ends with Hanni’s chin, the sweat that runs down her throat, the faint sparkle of perfection—to sum it up, Hanni is incredibly beautiful.
You take hold of her hips and bask in the way your cock and her hole are magnetically attracted and connect. Hanni throws her head back at the impact and with every inch you stuff into her, her breathing becomes more erratic. Funnily enough, the same goes for Minji, who quietly scoots back and rests at the headboard of the bed.
As you slowly pump half of your cock in and out of the tight cavern, Minji goes for the same rhythm and rubs her clit, hand buried in her pants. She even goes and opens the first buttons. Is it really this girl that wants to keep control over her virginity? Let her have it for now, she'll be yours soon enough.
"Daddy, just focus on me!” Hanni whines out her first words after becoming a full blown woman. “You-you didn't need her, right?"
"Then make me forget, baby girl. Squeeze my cock with your pink little pussy." You go and have a taste of Hanni’s fat lips again, wishing they would suck your balls right now. Hanni could become a whore who would worship your crown jewels like no other. Better than Minji, whose eyes beg to be involved in the action. "Spread your legs more, I want to fuck you harder, Hanni.
"Oh and Minji: Go and suck my balls! That's what you're good for."
"O-okay, Master."
"Be grateful for it. But remember, no cumming."
"Thank you, Master."
"Daddy?” Hanni whimpers softly. “Why does she call you, Master? Is one better?" 
"Oh baby girl. Daddy is more affectionate. It's what you deserve. Minji still has to learn, her heart isn't in this yet."
Minji's heart might not be in the right place (rather the place you intend it to be) but her lips surely are. She gives your swinging balls a good suck and slows done the pace at which your fucking Hanni's pussy. 
It's amazing how well she adjusted to your size, even with your length and girth growing continuously at her fantastic heat and texture. Hanni handles you like a pro, and like one of your pro girls, she is already more drool than straight thoughts.
"Does it feel good, Daddy's hard cock in your virgin pussy? Get used to it because it's the only thing your hole will know. I will be the only one to use your holes, is that clear?"
"Oh Daddy, oh Daddy," Hanni moans and her body rocks violently on the bed sheets. "You-you are so much better."
"Better than what, baby girl?"
Hanni puts both her weak hands on the back of your head and pulls you down to where her lips meet your ears to tell you lewd things that Minji must not hear.
"Better than Minji's fingers."
You take this as a cue to grab Hanni's thighs and angle her in such a way that you can slam into her cunt harder. You let gravity do the work while the force of the entire bed frame shaking has Minji trembling in awe. She rubs her thighs together and tries to keep her hands busy with other spots of her heated body.
You can see that she wants to rub her clit while you make Hanni cum during her precious first time. She is probably projecting, wants you to go softly, then harder, but that is not your game.
"Hanni, no more of that, no more Minji's fingers. Only Daddy shall touch you from now on. You are mine and I'm going to go as hard as I want." You growl out slamming into her even more. "Take it all, Hanni, prove your fucking worth to me."
"Thank y-you, Daddy," Hanni begins her way down the rabbit hole of subjugation towards only you. The new life she will enter, all the changes, challenges and benefits will overwhelm her, but first you overwhelm her with your rod. "Thank you, for help-ing us, thank you for the wins, thank—ah, Daddy, I'm cumming! My pussy is cumming! Thank you for your cock, Daddy!"
You enter a nirvana drilling into Hanni's tight cunt. 
"Good girl, yes thank me, beg me, need me. This is the only cock you will ever have from now on and—" You kiss her with wanton lust, shoving your tongue in her mouth. The next whisper in Hanni's ear is out of Minji’s reach, though she might be too distracted from your delicious balls to get what you were saying either way. 
"Daddy! I understand, yes." 
Without losing focus of your hammering, you give a dismissive order to Minji, who is not worth your eyes on her.
"You can go Minji. I don't need you here. In fact, we can end our deal. You got what you needed right? Wins and fame. I won't meddle with your group in anyway. You are free to go."
"What?" Minji shrieks, completely offended that you could say such a thing.
"You heard me. Fuck. Off." Every word is empathized by a huge thrust that bulges Hanni's tummy. She stares at it in infinite bliss, then throws her head back as you knead her small tits and make the nipples hard like steel.
"B-but Master, you can't just do that."
"You did not keep your part of the bargain and still got what you wanted. Why the hell are you still here?"
"But I did!” Minji argues and climbs in front of you on the bed. “I brought you, Hanni, Master! I—" 
"Hanni, turn around and get in position, I want both of us to look at Minji. I'm going to fuck you from behind.
"What's wrong, Minji? You never truly wanted me in the first place. We both got what we needed from our deal. You don't need my help, your group will be successful. I made sure of it. I am releasing you from our contract with no punishments. Take the fucking deal, Minji."
Minji sits there, on the bed, not moving from her position. In utter shock as she watches Hanni smile and moan as you take her from behind, her pussy stretched again. God, how good she must feel, that face says it all. The pleasure, the desire, all the praises for your cock and it's only because she has her tongue sticking out like it's numb.
Suddenly, it all seems so clear to Minji, so easy to comprehend. She takes a deep breath and learns towards you, her upper body prompted up. All that just to throw her dignity away, to throw herself underneath you.
"Daddy, please! Give me your cock too! Take my virginity, don't push me away!"
You stop thrusting into Hanni right away and pull out for a moment to look at her. 
"Bullshit. I told you we were done here. You don't mean that. You just want my power and connections like everyone else."
"No, I mean it," Minji reassures, but words are nothing when it comes to her current state. She has to follow it up with more, significantly more. You doubt that she can deliver, but low and behold, she unbuttons her jeans and peels them off to show her long legs and the thoroughly drenched panties.
"Mi-Minji, what in the," Hanni moans and goes silent when you smack her ass. It's unbelievable that she is already so obedient and well-trained without training. The more she impresses you, the more Minji has to follow up. Soon she is on her back, jeans on the floor, shut legs turned towards you.
You put your hand on her thigh and though it's tough on her, Minji spreads her trembling legs wide. You poke her lips through her panties and when she squirms you give her a quick slap on her face. 
"Look at me, Minji," you order and she does. "Beg me, call me Master until I have given you, no, until I have taken what is rightfully mine."
"Please, Master," Minji cries out. "Please take my virginity, y-you own it."
"Louder," you growl and smack her covered pussy. Minji cries out, her pleas louder and louder with every new hit you give her cunt. Oh the way her eyes sparkle and body jerks is addicting, you don't realize that you have started to fuck back into Hanni who might have seen Minji naked before, who might have had sex with her—
—but this is new. Minji is a brainless mess, her pussy red from the beating, her face fully in tears. 
"Master, fuck my pussy, please! Fuck this pussy, my worthless pussy, it's yours! Make me full, make me full, I don't deserve it!"
"Now we are getting there," you viciously laugh and grab her chin to aggressively tonguefuck her wet, silly mouth. Minji is such a mess, dazed to the point Hanni's hands undressing her top after your order doesn't even faze her. Her top is gone, her bra as well. All that's left are her panties and Hanni has her fingers already hooked in them.
"Wait, Hanni, she should do it alone."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Ma-Master?"
"Lay down, Minji.
"Pull them to the side.
"Show me your pussy.
"Say it.”
Minji slowly and clumsily works on pulling and getting her wet panties off of her. There is an unfathomable amount of embarrassment in the way Minji’s eyes cannot hold your strong, charismatic gaze for long.
"Shall I feast on your pussy, Minji?" You ask with a smirk and hunger in your eyes.
They all turn eventually. It sometimes sounds so sudden and drastic, but it's all more or less the same. It builds up over time, like an orgasm. Some girls are quiet, until it bursts out of them in a heavy gush that has the entire floor wet. Some are loud the entire way through and what was once only lip service becomes reality, a reality they adore.
They all turn and they all get your cock. So does Minji, with her finger still spreading those sore, red folds and you ignoring her pleasure just to find yours in this wet, messy hole. Minji's cunt is remarkable, cute in the way it ripples and tightens and incredibly lewd in the way it sounds when you slam yourself in and out while holding onto her slim waist.
Now she is part of the loud girls, those idols that suddenly come to worship you more than the career that they fought so hard for. It will be later that they realize that this is the way they get approval from their company, their sponsors, their fans. You are success, the Queen maker for the outside world and a toy maker in your bedroom.
Minji is a great toy. She is euphoric now, the pain already gone. She makes sure to adjust to your will, lifts her hips off the ground when you need to slow down, shows you her tongue when you go for a kiss, and always says the right things. It was so hard for her not long ago, but now she is willing to do it despite Hanni laying next to her and admiring both of you fucking like animals. 
"Hanni," you groan and hammer your cock balls deep into Minji, who throws her head back in another (accidental) orgasm. "I know you want to fuck both of us so bad, but if you don't touch yourself until I'm finished with her, I'm gonna cum on your pretty face and tell you how good you are, okay?"
"O-okay, Daddy," Hanni mewls. Not that she would have touched herself, but you can't blame her for considering it. Caress her cheek softly for being so good, then fucking destroy Minji's cunt because she has been so bad.
"Master, more, pl-please, fuck!" Minji howls with pleasure. 
"You're going to be my good girl from now on, right?" 
"Yes, Master, use me however you want. I-I just want to live to fulfill your desires. Master!" 
You stare deeply at her and pause right before the next spike rattles Minji’s brain. 
"Really? With every atom in your body. Tell me again, Minji."
"Every-thing." Minji can barely talk but does so for you, despite you, despite the large dick that is reshaping her insides. "You own everything, Master. You c-can use me daily, everywhere, any-time. I-I mean it!"
You lean down to her and give her a simple, hard thrust to make sure she gets your point.
"You're a good girl?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then call me Daddy," you whisper into her ear and put a hand on her throat, ready to press down on it.
"Thank you, Daddy," Minji rasps before you choke her hard and fuck her absolutely senseless. Orgasm after orgasm shoots through her frame, her existence becomes numb, she is a fleshlight now. The vibrations of her climax become your stimulation and at the last possible second, you pull out of that twitching hole. 
"Get on your knees Hanni," you order in time. Hanni kneels before you as you somehow slide off the bed, legs a bit shaky and with her head thrown back because you could not resist pulling her raven hair, you cum all over her features. "God, you are such a pretty girl. I can't believe such beauty loves cum on her face."
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"It's Daddy's cum," Hanni moans and sucks on your tip to get more on her lips. The rest has mostly covered her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. "Of course I like it!"
"That is right, baby girl, well said," you compliment her and pat her head while she instinctively cleans your cock with superb care. "Did you ever service someone else?"
"No?" Hanni asks and collects your cream off of her stupidly gorgeous face.
"You, I swear to God, you can't be that good right from the start."
Hanni pouts her lips and puts them under your cock. She truly is one in a million, the rare idol who barely hesitates and immediately knows how to do the right things. In many regards, she reminds you of Kazuha, who told you it was her kinks that made her adapt so easily. Maybe this is the case for Hanni as well. Should that make her devotion less impressive?
"Daddy?" Hanni cutely asks and waits.
"Open your mouth, I need to fuck it now."
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