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come back 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

IM SO SORRY I WILL, IM ABT TO POST A FIC FOR YALL💔💔

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this is so stupid😭

jaewon grow ur mustache out

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jaewon grow ur mustache out

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my puss gets sooo wet when i think abt kiwis namgyu headlock fucking fic

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my ex was very unhygienic, i didnt know that until like 3 years into the relationship (we didnt live together) and his cousin told me his mom had to force him to shower and brush his teeth. like hed go in there and just sit outside the shower while the water ran, then hed get his hair wet so it looked like he showered, so his mom had to start smelling him after each shower to make sure he actually showered

every time i sucked his dick it tasted like piss but i was blinded by love (it was NOT love)

he still stalks my insta and hes a pedo now

(he expected head every time i saw him and if i didnt give him head he'd leave, he only came around for head)

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Omg..han-soo kidnapping a us (like the daughter of an important political man) for business but we're actually so bratty that he just fucks it out of us :3

Han-soo x kidnapped!fem!reader

18+ content ahead ! || dubcon (consensual but power-imbalanced), slapping (face/thighs/ass), hair pulling, rough manhandling, spitting, choking, facefucking, creampie, orgasm denial, overstimulation, humiliation, degradation, filthy language, power dynamics, punishment sex, no aftercare

You’d been missing for three days.

That’s what the guards outside whispered. You caught it through the cracked window, just barely, in between your pacing and cursing and the click of your polished heel stomping into the wooden floor like it owed you something. The whole room smelled like damp concrete and cigarettes, and your arms were sore from trying to pry the rusted door open with a metal chair leg.

They hadn’t tied you up. That was the funny part. Not even a rope.

You weren’t dangerous to them. Not yet.

But he was watching. Always watching. You could feel it through the thin walls—his eyes, his judgment, his simmering patience wearing down to ash.

And you liked testing limits.

When the door creaked open on the fourth day, you didn’t run. You didn’t cry or scream. You sat on the edge of the makeshift cot they left you and stared up at him with all the venom you had left.

Kang Han-soo. Callused hands. Stained knuckles. Eyes like dry earth, no warmth, no promise.

“Miss me?” you drawled, all teeth, your ankle crossing over your knee like you were in a fucking café and not in a rundown safehouse halfway to hell. “Or did Daddy offer you enough to slit my throat?”

He didn’t blink. He stepped inside slowly, like you were prey. Or a problem.

“Didn’t know little rich girls could talk so much with no one listening.”

“Oh, I don’t talk for people like you. I talk because I can.” You smiled, sharp. “Does that bother you, mister?” Your voice dripping with sarcasm

His jaw ticked.

Bingo.

You let the silence drag, savoring the tension crackling in the air like summer thunder.

He closed the door behind him with a click. You didn’t flinch.

"You think this is a fucking joke?" he asked, voice low, scraping like gravel.

"I think you're stalling," you said sweetly, eyes flicking over his frame. “If you were going to kill me, you would’ve done it by now. Unless…”

You leaned forward.

“Unless you don’t want to.”

Something dark flickered across his face. That pause. That inhale.

And then he was in front of you.

You didn’t see him move. Just felt the burn of his fingers knotting into your hair, yanking your head back so your throat arched open, exposed.

“You don’t get to make assumptions about what I want,” he muttered.

“Why not?” you breathed, defiant even as your scalp screamed. “Worried I’ll be right?”

“You’re not.”

“Then fuck me quiet.”

It was a dare.

And Han-soo? He didn’t walk away from dares.

Your back hit the cot hard enough to bounce. He was on you instantly, heavy, brutal, pressing your wrists into the cot as he straddled your hips with a sneer that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You talk like you know what you’re doing,” he growled, “but you don’t.”

You laughed in his face. “You gonna teach me, big man?”

His hand cracked across your cheek, fast and sharp. The sting bloomed under your skin like fire—and your cunt clenched.

He saw it. That flicker of your thighs twitching. The way your breath hitched—not in fear, but arousal.

“Oh. You’re that kind of brat.”

He spat on your mouth. You gasped, shocked—and he shoved two fingers in before you could spit it out, forcing your jaw open.

“Suck.”

You gagged but obeyed, lips wrapping around his thick fingers as he pressed them deep. He curled them, dragging over your tongue with punishing pressure, and your eyes watered.

“Not so loud now, are you?” he taunted.

You glared at him, choking around his knuckles, saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. He pulled back with a wet pop, then slapped your cheek again—just to hear the sound.

“You’re disgusting,” you whispered, breathless.

He smiled like the devil.

“You begged for it.”

The next part was chaos—clothes ripped off, thrown, buttons popping off your blouse, his knee wedging between your thighs as he forced your legs open wide. You fought, clawed, shoved at his chest—and it only made him harder.

“You want me to hurt you?” he hissed against your neck, biting hard.

“Fuck you,” you gasped, squirming.

“No, sweetheart.” He shoved your panties aside and slapped your bare pussy, making you jolt. “I’m fucking you.”

Then he was inside.

No prep. No sweetness. Just brute, angry, punishing thrusts that made your whole body jolt. The cot creaked beneath you, frame slamming into the wall as he fucked you deep and mean.

You sobbed out a moan—shameful, broken. “F-fuck—!”

He laughed against your throat. “Thought you wanted me to stop talking. Look at you now.”

You bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise.

He slammed into you harder.

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, your cries swallowed by the mattress as he flipped you over like a ragdoll and fucked you from behind.

His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you back into an arch. His other hand spanked your ass until it burned, until your thighs trembled and tears blurred your vision.

“Still think you’re in charge?” he growled in your ear.

You tried to nod. He slapped your face.

“Answer me.”

“No—! No, fuck—please—”

“That’s better.”

He reached around and rubbed your clit with rough fingers, fast, sloppy. You moaned so loud you startled yourself.

“You’re gonna cum like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?” he sneered. “All that mouth, and now you’re drooling on the sheets for me.”

You hated him.

You came anyway.

He didn’t stop.

Even when your thighs shook, even when you whimpered, even when you clawed at the bed and begged him to stop—he kept going. Fingering you through your overstimulation, slapping your clit just to hear you sob.

Your pussy was soaked, raw, stretched from his thick cock, fluttering around him in broken waves. You couldn’t think straight. Could barely speak.

“That’s what you get,” he said, biting your shoulder. “Smart little brat with a silver spoon and a rotten cunt.”

He pulled out only to flip you again, straddling your chest this time.

“Open.”

You did.

He fucked your throat like he hated you—like he needed to ruin every inch of your body just to remind you that he could.

Spit and pre-cum dripped down your chin. He didn’t let up until your eyes rolled, until you were gagging hard and trembling, until your hands clutched at his thighs just to breathe.

He pulled out just before you passed out—and came all over your face.

White, hot, messy. Dripping into your open mouth.

“Swallow.”

You did.

“Good girl.”

It wasn’t praise.

It was possession.

You laid there, wrecked, lips swollen, pussy leaking, thighs shaking. His cum drying on your cheek. Your mascara smeared halfway to hell.

He adjusted his pants, slow, calm again. Wiped his hand with a cloth and tossed it aside.

“Maybe next time you’ll think before you speak.”

He turned to leave.

You coughed, voice hoarse. “You think this’ll scare me?”

Han-soo paused at the door. Looked over his shoulder, deadpan.

“No.”

He smirked.

“I think you’ll beg for more.”

here take it, damn

hansoos fingers tasted like pennies and ass we all know he doesnt wash his hands

@gyumshot @iphezx @arbitrarykiwi @syxoki @flowersandsuch111 @namsgyu @moontabi

watch me ghost yall again

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hi oomfie

hi oomfie

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i want fem nam-gyu and fem thanos to both fuck me at the same time with their purple and black glittered 8 inches straps at the same time in the same hole while i suck on su-bongs tits while nam-gyu degrades me for it

youre 3 inches in fem namgyu and fem thanos is 3 inches in you. which way are you moving

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PLEASE TOUCH ME OMG I’M BEGGING

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humps you

moans

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Hii heyy helloo 🤓

peg me

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would u ever write for lee tang (the mc in a killer paradox) because he was lowkey so hot..this scene wheres this girl riding him..🤤🤤🤤

I HAVENT WATCHED THE FULL THING EHAR

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STRAIIIGHHHT TO THE SPANK BANK

Track 8: Foxglove

Nam-Gyu (Player 124) x Fem!Reader Smut

── .✦ Part of Kiwi's 1k Album Event

Warnings: smut (18+) , sleepy sex , fingering , soft! nam , drug mentions , p in v sex , creampie , read at your own risk

Nam-Gyu is so painfully aware he doesn’t deserve you. And not in the ‘oh woe is me, I’m a shit boyfriend way’- no, in a ‘how the fuck did a girl like you even look twice in his direction, decide to lower your standards and date him, you’re way out of his league, are way too good for him and he thinks he’s dreaming’ type of way.

You were in all regards, perfect to him.

You were a supportive- you were the one that got him off the hard shit he used to do and helped him through his withdrawals that came afterwards.

You were so understanding- you didn’t care that he had shit hours at the club, you knew he worked hard and waited up for him. You knew he didn’t have money and could take you out on fancy dates yet you always said the best dates were the ones where you two just walked on some beach in the middle of the night.

You were witty and sarcastic- fuck, that was one of the things that attracted him to you in the first place! You called him a drillbit, with the widest grin on your face, for lighting the middle of the bowl instead of the edge the first time you met him.

You were easy to talk to, so very smart, more put together than him- the list could go on.

But for as bad as Nam-Gyu felt for keeping you to himself- you could easily find someone so much better….

He was selfish.

Nam-Gyu knew he didn’t deserve you but, fuck, did he savor every bit of you.

When he gets home, shutting the front door slowly, knob turned all the way until it latches to make sure not a single sound could possibly wake you. It’s 3am, he’s late from work and the last thing Nam-Gyu wants to do is disturb you.

With practiced effort he’s slipping off his shoes and walking through the pitch black apartment to his bedroom. It’s stuffy in the apartment, air thick with stagnant heat from the lack of AC in the apartment. He has it, he just prefers to keep the windows open to save on utilities.

When he gets to the bed room and sees you, sprawled out on the bed with no blankets and just a pink night gown his heart is skipping much like it did when he first med you.

Face scrunched into an uncomfortable scowl, you’re sprawled out chest heaving as your sleeping form tries to fight to stay cool. He’s told you countless times that when you stay over you can turn on the AC, he doesn’t need to save that much if it means you don’t have to die of heat stroke. But, ever the perfect girlfriend you were- you kept it off and fought the uncomfortable heat off in your sleep.

God fucking dammit, you were ethereal. Silk night gown strap falling off your shoulder and lace lined bottom bunched up on your plush thighs, any time you shifted the fabric lifted higher on your form, just barely shielding your most vulnerable areas from him. You look like the mortal embodiment of Aphrodite.

It’s so hot in the room even with window open, Nam-Gyu can see the light sheen of sweat that clings to your body. He can smell you. It’s a mixture of the soaps you used to shower and a scent that is so you it has his mind beginning to become fuzzy.

He told you time and time again, you could turn on the AC, yet here you were- trying your best to bear the night heat just so you save him a couple dollars on utilities.

The couple dollars he already blew on those pills he snorted at the club.

Fuck. He really didn’t deserve you. His problems follow him in toe like several large suitcases, yet you’re still here. With him.

Nam-Gyu is quickly getting rid of his clothing, as each article is shredded off of his body he can feel the stress of the day come off with it. When he’s just in his boxers he’s making his way across the room and crawling onto the bed into his spot. Right next to you.

He’s curling around you, arm slinging around your waist and pulling your back flush with his bare chest. Nuzzling into your hair he’s drawing in deep breaths, each inhale bringing him the comfort of the scent that is uniquely you.

You’re stirring, body shifting against his and you’re turning your head slightly behind you, “mmm…Nam-Gyu?” You mumble out, “it’s late…” you whine, your head flopping back down to the pillow, your hand sliding over the top of his hand on your waist and interlocking your fingers.

“Yeah, ‘s me baby…” he mumbles against your hair, “Work ran late, M’sorry.” An apologetic kiss is placed onto the back of your neck. It’s a lie, he got off on time but spent an extra 2 hours railing lines with Thanos in his car before Nam-Gyu eventually walked home.

You nod, shifting against him once more, hips pressing back against his pelvis, “Missed you..”

Not a single question, no probing accusation at his lie- fuck he didn’t deserve an angel like you. Part of Nam-Gyu knew that you knew he was lying and he couldn’t decide if that made him feel worse or better.

Mind running wild, his hands are soon following, “Missed you too, baby…” he sighs, squeezing you to him, bunching up the pretty lace hem of your night gown and splaying his palm wide open on your upper thigh.

You hum, sleepy but content and reactive to his touch. Nam-Gyu feels the way his touch makes goosebumps bloom across your skin, how you begin to writhe against him be just a simple touch. You were so perfect for him. Half asleep and yet you’re letting him do whatever he wants.

Fuck, the pure desire and need he has for you in this moment is making Nam-Gyu delirious.

Chapped lips press kisses along the back of your shoulder and up your neck, “Look so pretty in this…” his hands are making their way up your body feeling every inch of you from over the soft silk of your night gown, “My pretty baby…” he purrs, saying the name like he’s trying to remind himself that you’re really his.

You hum in response, “mhm all yours..” he can hear the low sleepy drawl that laces your voice. You’re reaching a hand back to run it through his hair and your hips are absentmindedly moving backwards against him. How cute, you’re half asleep and you’re still willing to offer yourself up to him.

Greedy hands roam higher, thumbs brushing at your inner thighs, “fuck…you’re too good f’me…” he sighs into your ear, “lemme take care of you…been neglecting my pretty girl far too much..”

Turning your hips back onto him more, your legs are parting for him with no hesitation.

“There we go….” He whispers in a hushed voice, almost like he’s trying to lull you to sleep once more. A ringed hand grips at your inner thigh, fingers brushing higher, sliding through your folds-

“No panties? Fuck, aren’t you just so perfect f’me. She missed me so much didn’t she?”

You’re nodding, parting your legs further, a soft whimper falling from your lips the second you feel the warmth of his hand press against your cunt.

“C’mere, sweet girl…”

He’s moving your tired body, placing you on your back and slotting himself right next to you. One of his arms looped over your head on the pillows above you, hand wrapping around your head to brush some hair out of your face. Leg still kicked over his hip, his other hand wastes no time in hiking up your night gown once more.

“There she issss..”

The cool metal of his rings bite at your skin, sending goosebumps blooming all over your body. Palm and fingers splayed wide he’s tarailing it down your stomach and right on your pubic bone. Deft fingers begin to rub up and down in slow soft drags at the edges of your cunt, just tracing your folds.

“God…’m a fuckin’ shitty boyfriend…” he hums into your ear, leaning in and pressing soft kisses along your jaw, “haven’t paid enough attention to you or this sweet cunt…” each kiss he trails, stopping to nibble at your flesh every so often, is like a silent apology.

“I got you now though….yeahhhh I do…”

Your legs are falling open even more, leg kicking back over his hip to spresd yourself wider, “that’s my good girl…mmm already so wet.”

His fingers lazily move across your cunt, spreading your wetness around like some macabre finger painting. He’s feeling all of you, the pads of his fingers tracing up and down your folds, circling your quivering entrance, only to pull back up and tap on your clit.

“Nam-Gyuuu…” still half asleep and mind partially still in your little dreamland, you’re calling out his name so sweetly. Your face turns into the crook of his neck, nose running along his neck.

“Yeah, I know….” He whispers, shoulder nudging your face up so he can capture your lips in a slow, languid kiss. It’s so cute how you can hardly keep up,body fighting between sleep and your need for him. You whine, a lazy, desperate plea for Nam-Gyu to give you more.

“Shhh. Shhhh….” He’s cooing, lips pressing gentle kisses to your jaw, “easyyyy, I got you…” his fingers dip lower, prodding at the gummy walls of your entrance. His voice is thick like syrup, pouring into your ears and filling your body with a white hot burning sensation that makes you writhe against your boyfriend.

Two fingers slip in. It’s a welcomed throbbing stretch, one that is testament to how long it’s been since you two have been intimate, “My poor girl…” Nam-Gyu tuts, fingers shallowly thrusting into you, “I know it’s been a minute…M’sorry…”

Mouthing along the shell of your ear he’s drawing in a deep, shaky breath- flooding all his senses with the smell of you. The lingering aftermath of the bath you took before you got in bed and the warm smell of sleep. Fingers drenched with your arousal, he’s growling into your ear.

“I-fuckkkk- need you.” You mumble, arm reaching back and around his head to grasp at long raven strands at his scalp.

“Gotta get you ready…y’so tight…” he muses, pushing in up to the first knuckle, scissoring his two fingers, “don’t wanna hurt my pretty baby…”

“N-no, I can-“ your words fall into a creaky broken whine when he drives his fingers deeper into your tight, spasming walls, “i c-can take it”

How cute. Already begging for his cock when you’re gripping his two fingers like a vice. You silly girl, there’s no way you could take his cock yet.

“Mmmm- so sleepy you can’t even think straight…” he laughs, hips beginning to roll against you in an attempt to ease the painful hardon he has. “even if ya could take me all right now…I don’t wanna break you, not tonight..” He draws his fingers out slowly pulling back up to your clit.

When you moan a broken attempt at his name and your hand grabs his wrist, he’s returning his ringed fingers into your gooey walls.“I wanna savor you…haven’t had my fill of you in so long, let me indulge a bit, yeah?” His voice is so soft and almost jarring compared to the rough increasing speed of his fingers.

Mouthing along the shell of your ear, he’s fucking his fingers deeper into you. Your nails scratch against his scalp, back bowing off the bed. A wrecked sob is ripped from your throat when he plunges his fingers as deep as they can go, palm slapping wetly against your clit.

“I know….i knowwww~ feels s’good doesn’t it? God, you sound so pretty y’know that?” Nam-Gyu is nuzzling his head into the pillow of the bed, body shifting the slighted bit down. Wet lips reconnect on your neck, licking biting and sucking- marking your skin for days to come.

You bite your lip, a muffled cry vibrating from your throat. He’s curling his fingers exactly the way he knows you love, assaulting your g-spot with scary precision.

Tongue lathing over your pulse point, he’s grinding his palm into your twitching clit to feel the way your heart beat races, “spent the whole day thinkin’ bout you…”

It was true but he didn’t add the part where it was because he was so fucked up on drugs at Thanos’ little after party that all he could think about was you. He didn’t add the part where he didn’t outright tell that one girl he was dating someone. All to get her to offer him a free bump of whatever she was taking.

And he most certainly didn’t bring up how it left him feeling so guilty that it made him leave the party. He didn’t even kiss the woman or flirt with her- but the idea that he just went along with the girls idea of him being single for drugs…yeah, it ruined his high….god he didn’t deserve you.

Nam-Gyu tries to shake his head free from the memory. He doesn’t want to dwell on it. He just needs to ‘aplogize’ to you for something you had no knowledge of.

“Sweet fuckin’ thing…” your back partially against his back you can feel each heaving breath Nam-Gyu drawls in, “Laid out all pretty- god what the fuck was I thinkin’ leaving you all alone for so long…” Sweet praise flows from his lips mingled with filthy words.

“F-fuck righ-right there!!” Your hips are circling back against him in slow, incomplete, lazy circles- grinding your ass against the prominent buldge in his boxers.

Over and over he crooks his finger into that spongy spot that’s making a violent heat that washes over your body and settles deep in your core, “yeah? Ohhh, I can feel you squeezing me, s’close aren’t cha?”

Nam-Gyu is speeding up, fingers pumping inside you at a speed that’s making your body jiggle against him, dragging the curve of your ass and thigh up and down his thick cock as he plays with your sopping cunt.

You try to respond but the second you open your mouth, all that comes out is a wrecked sob, “Na-Nam-Gyuuu, it’s too- ohhhhmygod- it’s too much.”

He chuckles against you, you can feel the greedy bastard shake his head, “I always know what you need…s’not too much, you can take it.”

You can only moan out babbled attempts of his name, chest heaving- your pebbled nipples are peaked under the silk of your nightgown. Insatiable, Nam-Gyu is shifting again, hot mouth wrapping around your nipple of your night gown.

There was something about the sensation that the soft silk and warmth of his mouth that’s hurling you towards your finish violently. He’s shameless about it too, tongue lathing all over the fabric of your lil’ nightgown a sucking while fingers position into your cunt with slow lazy drags that has your pussy squelching with each movement he makes.

“Let go f’me, c’mon you got it, baby.” He says lowly as he pulls off your tit with a sloppy pop!

You let out a shrill sob, convulsing against him as his fingers continue their deep drag, each forceful plunge of his ringed fingers into your cunt has your impending release sloshing around inside you.

“Awhhh, you gonna squirt f’me? Mhmmmm I can feel it..” despite your body trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming pleasure, Nam-Gyu keeps you pinned exactly where you are.

With a final squeal, your body is releasing all the built up pleasure Nam-Gyu’s fingers give. Shaking against him, your release gushes out of you, coating his palm and spraying back up against your stomach as he fucks you through it.

Cooing down at you, Nam-Gyu has sat up now- his fingers angling into a delicious deep curl and drawing more and more of your cum out of you in liquid spurts, “yeahhhh there you gooo~ that’s my good girl…”

You can’t even see, your mind dizzy and every bit of breath is ripped from you. You don’t even realize Nam-Gyu has moved entirely until you feel the sting of emptiness that follows when he pulls his fingers from your pulsating cunt. The sensation sudden, making your body convulse.

Hovering over you, dark eyes take in every reaction you back during your orgasm. Every twitch of your body or flicker of your eyelids he’s drinking it in like he’s committing it to memory.

“So fuckin’ pretty when you cum…” palms splayed over your hips, Nam-Gyu is running his hands (one still drenched in your cum) over your entire body.

Even with you here, under him, letting him manipulate you- he thinks this has to be a dream. You’re so soft under his calloused hands, “that was a big one, huh?” He’s laughing softly, hands moving up over your chest to the sides of your face, brushing back your hair.

Dumb smile spreading across your lips you nod. You unclench your fists from the blankets and reach up, arms wrapping around his back and pulling him closer to you, your legs following suit, heels crossing behind his back.

“‘S been too long…” you whisper, “needed it so bad..”

You miss the way Nam-Gyu’s smile breaks into a small frown. Your words just more evidence of his absence. Too fucked up and out with Thanos until 4am- he’s not been here with his sweet girlfriend. You’ve waited up for him, braved the no AC, and you still wake up happy to see him. God, he’s fucking horrible.

Taking your words to heart, Nam-Gyu knows he can’t be done with you- absolutely not. He has to fuck you how you deserve. And one orgasm after neglecting you for this long was hardly enough.

How or when did Nam-Gyu manage to rid himself of the rest of his below-the-waist clothes, you had no idea. But when he rocks his hips forward you feel the unmistakable heat and weight of his bare cock against your sopping pussy.

“Mmmm fuuckkkk…” drawn out in a low whisper, more to himself than you. He could do this for hours, just rock against your sweet cunt and spread your own wetness along his length. You’re so soft and so warm.

Hands lowering from your face and smoothing over your thighs, Nam-Gyu is leaning down and rolling his hips to make sure the fat crown of his cock bumps right against your clit.

You whine and writhe, hands raking down his back and hips lifting to try and slip his cock into your awaiting entrance, “Nam-Gyuuu, I-I need it- fuck- please, I-“

“Shhhh. Shhh…” with a lazy grin he’s grabbing at the base of his slick soaked cock and teasing the head around the quivering walls of your entrance, barely pushing in- just letting you feel the weight of him, “I got youuu, don’t worry.” He chuckles at your impatience, “I knowww, ‘s been too long, huh?”

You nod, a wrecked breath falling from your lips. You can feel the dull stretch that begins to bloom between your thighs. Just teasing the tip in and out of you, your cunt lets out a loud wet squelch as he pushes deeper.

“Hhnngh!! F-fuck! S’biggg…” you whimper, pouted lips falling open in a pathetic little ‘o’.

Nam-Gyu’s chest swells with a nasty pride that is almost making the high he came from down kick back in. When your tight cunt sucks his leaking tip in with a lewd pop! His mind is going blank.

How the fuck did he go this long without being in your heavenly pussy?!

Walls clinging tightly to every inch he pushes in, both of you are letting out echoing gasps. Nam-Gyu knows your body like the back of his hand, he’s fucking up into you and brushing right against your g-spot. Feather-light prods of his cock head deep inside you becoming an omen for what’s to come.

“So tight,, mmmpfh so f-fuckin perfect…” Nam-Gyu heaves, rolling his hips and slowly bottoming out inside you. With a hefty, wet smack! His heavy balls are smaking against your ass and you can feel the hair that trials down below his navel and to his cock brushing against your clit.

Gasps leave the both of you. Breaths sinking up the longer he’s inside you. The all encompassing vice like grip you have on his cock is mind numbing. You can barely fit him, pussy struggling to accommodate his thick girth.

Nam-Gyu keels over, pressing his body flush against yours, your legs drawn up over his hips. Just like before, his hands are running up your sides. Making their way up over the swell of your tits, groping at the flesh a couple times before continuing- his forearms come to rest on the pillow besides your head, his fingers interlocking on top of yours head and pulling you, pressing you, cradling you to him.

It’s a lot. Nam-Gyu had a stupid fat cock (maybe that’s partially the reason you put up with his ass). Your cunt is twitching, walls clamping down around him in a suffocating silken vice. And, after going maybe two, three weeks without it now- it’s something that forces your pussy to stretch its gummy walls and accommodate him.

You let out a broken whimper, feeling a deep burn that borders on the tightrope of pleasurable and painful.

“Ohhhh, my pretty baby…” he leans down, placing kisses along your cheeks, right over where tears begin to drop down your skin, bubbling out of your glassy eyes, “taking me so well….doin’ so good..’s a lot I know..”

He’s drawing his hips back, starting a maddening roll that drives his cock along all the right places. It’s not long before your cunt is greedily taking him in, wetting his cock in your syrupy arousal and creating webs between the two of you.

Fucked fully awake but mind still foggy with slumber, it’s a wild feeling that makes every thrust feel so, so good. You’re blissfully taking everything, pussy stretched so wide you’re positive you’re going to be sore tomorrow.

“S-sshoooo goooodd.”

Your mouth dropped open, nearly drooling over yourself at this point. He knows your body so well, his cock is bullying your sweet spot with bed-shaking thrusts. Body seeking more of him, your hips are arching off the bed to lazily swivel your hips.

Nam-Gyu scoffs, sitting up taller, his thighs pushing your own and folding you in on yourself. It’s a devious fucking mating press, you’re feeling him so deep you’re tasting him in your throat.

“Nuh-uhhh, lemme do all the work…you just sit there and take it, yeah?” Nam-Gyu swallows your moans with a sloppy kiss, cock pummeling your poor cunt with sticky thrusts, “Sleepy girl can’t even use her words ‘n ask for what she wants..”

He gives you exactly what you want, ripping moan after moan from you as he fucks you right to that heavenly end that you’ve been needing for so long.

He can feel it. Nam-Gyu can feel the way your cunt is sucking him deeper, forcing his cockhead to bump against your cervix with each forward motion.

“Just let go, baby…” one arm stays on the top of your head, lifting you up and tilting your chin down, “I gotchu…yeah, see? Look at how sloppy she is, gonna cum all over my cock. M-make a mess of me…”

When his other hand drops to your cunt, fingers running up and down the edges of your cunt where his dick ruins you before drawing languid circles against your clit- you’re thrown into your orgasm so fast.

You’re choking out a moan and a thick gush of liquid is spraying from your overstimulated cunt and coating Nam-Gyu.

He can’t keep his eyes off of your cunt. Everytime he pushes back in more of your arousal seeps out from your cunt in overflowing liquid gushes. It’s a downright obscene sight truly.

In a split second, he’s cumming right after you, spilling into your gummy walls. A sound that was close to a silent screech is falling out of your mouth as you feel the hot ropes coat your insides.

Shuddering against you, Nam-Gyu is pressing his lips to yours in a slow, languid kiss, hips rocking against yours in sporadic pulses in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Pulling away breathless, you try to move, make some effort at getting ready to clean yourself up. You know if you wait too long you’d be falling asleep in a mess of your releases.

“Aht.” Nam-Gyu tuts, pulling away and biting at your lip like he’s scolding you.

“Let’s just….” He’s grabbing your shoulders and rolling the two of you over, bonelessly.

Cock still deep inside you, you fall to the sheets that are dry and not soiled with the aftermath of sex.

Chest to chest, Nam-Gyu’s arms wrap around you, you can still feel his cock pulse deep within you, “…stay like this for a bit..” he finally finishes, fingers trailing up and down your spine.

Nam-Gyu knows his problems are eventually going to catch back up to him- the late nights away, the missed rent payments that fall to you, the overspending on drugs- he can’t just run away from that. It’s a deeply engraved sin that he couldn’t wash away if he tried.

But at least, for a moment, as he has you in his arms- feeling your heartbeat and feeling the warmth of your pussy clench around him, Nam-Gyu can just drown himself in the feeling of you and forget about all of that.

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i love you more we gonna dry hump or what

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Track 7: Hush Hush

Se-Mi (Player 380) x Fem!Reader Smut

── .✦ Part of Kiwi's 1k Album Event

Warnings: smut (18+) , drug mention, dry humping , fingering , oral , mutual pining , friends to lovers , secret relationship (?) , squirting , read at your own risk

“I…” You suck in a deep, exhausted breath, “…don’t know how they do it.”

“Hm…yeah, tripping balls at club pentagon doesn’t sound like the best use of a high.”

You tear your eyes away from Thanos and Nam-Gyu who are ushering the bartender to pour even more drinks and look over to Se-Mi, “You wouldn’t? Tripping ass in a confined space with 100s of strangers and blaring music doesn’t sound fun to you?”

She laughs, her smile making her eyes crinkle up in the cutest way, “Maybe when you put it that way I’m intrigued.” You can hear the sarcastic, teasing lilt in her voice, a tonal change that makes a chill run up your spine.

You turn away from her, fearing any more eye contact would make you crumble into a pathetic heap. Looking back over to the bar, you see Thanos shoving another shot Min-Su’s way, “Should we help him? He was supposed to be part of this trip sitters club we had going on…” you mumble.

When Thanos and Nam-Gyu had begged you and anyone else in the group chat to accompany them to Club Pentagon as a trip sitter- you were going to decline. You enjoyed their company alright but that sounded miserable (And in all honesty, it was). But when that little message bubble popped up that was Se-Mi saying she was going to be in attendance…

You were quick to also reply back saying you’d join the group.

“Nah.. he’s grown. He can handle himself.” Se-Mi turns to you, the silver of her facial jewelry reflecting the lights on the ceiling of the club.

Looking over and confirming not a single one of the boys were looking over in your direction, Se-Mi reaches out a ringed hand and places it on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze, “Why don’t you you go get a drink, pretty girl? I’m fine with being the designated driver for tonight.”

The pet name makes your body temperature rise what feels like 60 degrees. It comes out of her lips so smooth, like she’s said it to you thousands of times.

And in a way she has.

Small pet names here and there. Lingering glances. Wandering hands. All of it was exchanged between you two under the guise of secrecy.

Now… It wasn’t that either of you were ashamed.. far from it. It was a deep turmoil that both of you harnessed- you both didn’t want to affect the friend group. You, her, Min-Su, Geyong-Su, Thanos and Nam-Gyu had such a tight knit established dynamic in the friend group that worked. The idea of rocking the boat that’s been sailing smoothly for years was something that both of you avoided. It was a thin line neither of you seemed to be willing to cross- the one between just friends and more.

The familiarity of what you two had- the secret fun that happened under the noses of your other friends was less terrifying than the thousands of what if’s that would come from a public, set in stone relationship. You two were better off if no one knows!

Friends can kiss friends in the pantry of their mutual friend’s house right? That’s normal!

“I’ll even pay.” Se-Mi turns, her hand removing itself from your thigh and beginning to get her wallet out of the dark green bomber style jacket she wore.

“N-no!” You say laughing nervously, moving across the booth until your thighs are touching. You’re leaning over her legs and trying to grab at her wrist. “it’s okay! I pre gamed a lil’ too hard before we got here. I’m good f’now.”

You can’t reach her hand. You’re leaning further, falling chest first to her lap. The fast, unplanned movement makes the hard Pre-game set in more and you can’t pull yourself back up.

Se-Mi looks back over to the bar, the boys all more than occupied and not looking anywhere near the direction of the booth you and Se-Mi were in- with you leaned over her lap, back arched so prettily while you try to reach for her wrist- she can’t help herself

Her hand closest to you runs down the deep curve of your spine over the little dress you had on, fingernails ghosting down your skin to the swell of your ass. She’s shameless, ringed hands grabbing at the flesh and letting out a soft moan at the feeling.

You still, your whole body instantly overreacting to her touch. The second her hand is grabbing your ass you can feel the dull throb begin to blossom in your core.

Head whipping to the bar where you know the rest of your group was, Se-Mi laughs- hand still kneading the flesh of your ass, “They’re piss drunk, cross faded even. They’re not paying attention right now.”

Months of heavy petting and flirting that was hidden from the rest of the group has left you more than pent up- the smallest thing she does has your mind spinning.

“Se-miii…” you pout, drawing out the last syllable. She knows exactly what she’s doing. You don’t know how much more you can take. Rushed teasing or touches ruined by prying eyes or interrupting friends can only give you so much relief. For months she’s been teasing you, heated makeouts and groping hands but nothing further. You crave her. “Y’not being nice. Gonna give us away~”

She scoffs, as much as she affects you- you do the same to her. The way you drawl out her name like some hymn that you’ve recited over and over until it’s burned into your tongue, it has her mind reeling. But this is what she wanted…she needed to savor every bit of you and if that meant waiting to truly have you and dance around intimacy like some scared children- then so be it.

“I’m not being nice?!” She laughs, hand still around your waist and grabbing your ass as you sit back up straight to look at her, “you’re killing me here.”

“Me?!?” Now you’re laughing, “you’re the one grabbing a handful of ass…I don’t see my handful of ass.”

She quirks up an eyebrow at your odd response, “Do you want a handful of ass?”

“Fucking duh! Don’t just want a handful of ass I want you Se-Mi!!”

“Can you guys tell Thanos there’s not bugs in his fucking drink. I’m tired.”

You two instantly snap away from each other faces red enough to give both of you away but any of the males in front of you two were far too intoxicated to even make note of it.

Gyeong-Su shoves a very wide eyed thanos your way, hand gripping a glass almost hard enough to shatter, “I get he’s like…on acid but this one girl just waved at me, I’m tryna score and he’s talking about fucking roaches in his whiskey….”

With a rushed thanks and a half hearted pat on the back, Gyeong-Su is leaving you and Se-Mi with Min-Su and Nam-Gyu as well as a freaked out Thanos.

You take the glass from his hand swirling it around and looking up to him, “if there’s any roaches they’re all drowned and drunk now.” You dump the rest of the liquid into the trash can.

“Here.” You reach and grab your drink, a water with a lemon, handing it out to him, you can already see his face scrunch in disgust

“It’s a new alcohol they released. Tastes like water to make it go down easy.” Se-Mi states from the couch, nodding her head towards the cup Thanos is eyeing in your hand.

He eyes the liquid in the cup. He doesn’t see any roaches now. “Ohhhhhh cooool.” Thanos snatched the glass and chugs the ice water before dropping to a seated position on the booth.

You groan, sitting back down next to Se-Mi. Already missing the time alone you were having with her.

Se-Mi catches Min-Su’s eyes. He’s giving her a knowing glance and nodding towards you and pointing to the hallway behind you two. How could he not realize you two?! You both look like love sick puppies any time you’re together.

Min-Su grabs Nam-Gyu’s off the table of the VIP booth and tosses them to Se-Mi. It’s done so smoothly that neither Nam-Gyu or Thanos notice. Not that it would be very hard to get something past them anyway- they’re both wide eyed and zoned out on the patterns of the carpet.

Se-Mi leans close to you, “You wanna go somewhere with me?”

Your eyes widen, her voice tickling you and making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. You nod, “Y-yeah…we gotta be-“

“Sneaky. I know, baby.”

It’s a vibrating, low bravado that has your eyes fluttering shut. You feel like you’re melting.

Leaned in close to your ear, teeth nipping at your skin- it looks like she’s simply trying to talk to you over the music.

“You remember where Nam-Gyu’s office is?” She purrs, fingers tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. She pulls away, moving her face right in front of yours. The true meaning of the closeness again hidden by the shit excuse of talking over the thrumming music. You dumbly nod, eyes flicking between her eyes and her lips. You’re so close your breaths are entertaining.

“Atta girl. Glad you remembered.”

Se-Mi laughs when she sees your eyes go the slightest bit wide at her praise, she can practically see your mouth watering.

“Wait a couple minutes and follow me back there.” Voice low and like a smooth velvet, it’s sending shivers down your spine. Like a sailor blindly following a sirens call, you’re nodding.

You do what she tells you. You wait a couple minutes until after you see her disappear into the shadows of the hallway before you’re also getting up. You turn and give Min-Su a thankful smile before rushing off to follow Se-Mi.

Turn after turn you’re following the strip light on the floor of the hallways to your destination. You can feel your excited heartbeat up in your throat.

When you get near your goal, you’re grabbed by the waist and pushed up against the wall. Letting out a surprised gasp, you’re about to fight whoever it is until you smell jasmine and smoke.

“Se-Mi.” You gasp.

Hands on your hips, gripping at the fat, she’s pressing herself to you, nose brushing against yours, “Mhmm, ‘s me.” She purrs, her soft lips tickling yours as she speaks. You can feel the cold metal of her lip ring biting at your skin.

“I couldn’t wait..” she sighs, hands sliding up and down your sides, “you look so good tonight…so pretty…”

Her hands grab your face, pointer fingers resting right below your ears and thumbs pressed into your cheeks, “Been thinkin about having you to myself since I picked you up…” her thumb pulls at your bottom lip.

“It was so hard trying to act right in front of every one when you look like this.” She laughs softly.

You make the first move, pulling yourself off the wall and grabbing her waist. Your lips hit hers in a desperate and hot kiss. You two fall into a rhythm simultaneously, her hands cradling your jaw and trying to pull yourself off impossibly deeper.

Her lips are so soft. Se-Mi is taking over the kiss quickly, leading it and you into a maddening, wicked kiss that rips a soft moan from your throat. Pressure is placed on your hip, guiding you further down the wall. You gasp when you fall back more, hitting the door of what you presume to be Nam-Gyu’s office.

You’re insatiable, as Se-Mi fumbles with the key ring, your hands are tracing over the waistband of her jeans and tugging. Fingers popping the button in seconds, you’re dipping a hand below her waist band and panties.

You let out a depraved whine into Se-Mi’s mouth when you can feel just how wet she was.

Pulling away from the kiss and tugging your bottom lip with her teeth, Se-Mi chuckles, grinding down on your hands, clit catching against your palm, “Y-you feel what you do to me? Told you…” another wet kiss on your lips, “you look so fuckin’ good tonight.”

With a click the lock unlatches and you two are nearly falling onto the floor of the cramped office when the door opens. You two fall into breathless giggles as Se-Mi kicks the door back shut behind you.

Her hand follows suit of yours, pulling up the hem of your dress and brushing the pads of her ringed fingers over your cunt through your drenched lace underwear.

Guiding you back, Se-Mi is spinning around and walking backwards. She keeps going until she feels the rough fabric of the couch hitting the back of her knees.

When she drops to the couch, you come with, falling to her lap. Her fingers quickly pull your panties to the side and your bare cunt is coming in contact with the rough seam of her jeans.

Your hand in her jeans keeps working along her pussy, feeling her soft folds and twitching entrance weep into your hand. When you trail upwards, fingers circling the smooth skin of her clit, finally feeling what you’ve dreamt of for months you’re jolting against her.

Her hands begin to move your hips, dragging your hot cunt up and down against her. With a squeak you ripping your hand from her pants and trying to cover your mouth and the pathetic squeak that comes from your vocal cords.

Grabbing your wrist, Se-Mi moves your hand over and guides your fingers into your lips, “if you’re gonna muffle yourself y’should be smart about it silly girl…” the devious rolls of her hips up into your cunt never cease when she speaks to you.

Your mouth flooded with the taste of her you’re sobbing out around your fingers, greedily sucking them dry and getting every last drop of her you can.

She’s addicted to you. Fully and completely. The way you look on top of her, sucking your fingers clean of her mess, grinding down onto her desperately seeking more- it’s like a renaissance painting of a goddess.

She rips your fingers from your mouth and replaces them with her mouth. Kissing you like you’re the life force that she needs to fill her lungs.

As your lips move against each other in a depraved, needy kiss, your hips are grinding down in dizzying circles. Se-Mi’s hands push up your dress, palming at your bare ass and moaning into your mouth when she feels the warmth of you.

Her hips jerk up off the couch to meet yours in sloppy rolls. She’s almost positive she’s soaked through her jeans at this point.

Pulling away from the kiss, you’re reaching down and fighting with the button and zipper of her pants trying to get them fully open now. Just before you can pull them down, Se-Mi’s hand stops you.

“Nuh-uh…if I’m gonna feel you like that I needa make it special..” She huffs, glossy eyes looking at you through thick lashes.

You pout, “It doesn’t need to be special..I-I need you Se-Mi-“

Cutting your off, She grips your hips and lays back on the couch, head falling to the cushions, “and you c-can absolutely have me, pretty.” Se-Mi laughs breathlessly, “you’ve been patient this whole time, you can wait a little longer f’me right?”

Her hips buck up into yours, the denim of her jeans catching just right against your clothed cunt, “wanna take you out on a nice date….” Her hands pull up the hem of your dress and bunch the fabric up as she pushes her hands higher.

Palms played wide, she feels up your ribs to right under your breasts, “…give you a nice gift, maybe your favorite flowers…” her hips drag against yours once more, eliciting a sigh from your chest.

“…then take you home to a proper bed…” her thumbs push under the rest of the fabric, your tits dropping free from the confines and are scooped up by her warm hands without hesitation, “…and only then…after I get you so worked up you’re practically crying…will I get you up on top of me like this…”

Her fingers pull at your nipples, releasing when you whine out and watching the flesh recoil back into place, “…and fucking ruin you like you deserve. Let you cum all over my pussy…”

She’s rambling on like she’s daydreaming of the exact scenario, and she is. With every word she’s grinding you down against her. Jeans and underwear are in the way but you can still feel the growing warmth that blooms between her thighs.

You cry out. Hips moving in sporadic circles seeking more and more of that delicious friction. Your panties are soaked through, becoming sticky with your arousal and glueing to your skin.

You’re thinking of what it would be like to be pressed pussy to pussy. No clothes in the way. Just being able to feel her soft skin against yours- fuck, the thought alone might be enough to make you cum.

“Bet you c-could cum just by grinding on me like this, huh?” She tries to sound unaffected but it’s so hard when she can feel your wetness seep through your underwear and her pants. She can only imagine how wet you’d feel against her, bare skin on bare skin as you grind down on her clit.

You whine, face scrunching up so cutely, “n-nooo~ I need more MiMiii~” it’s a lie but it’s such a wanton plea and the cutest use of the little nickname you’ve taken to calling her, Se-Mi is in deep. Her face flushed such a pretty shade of pink, he’s butting down on her bottom lip, teeth playing with the metal ring.

“Hmm..I think you could..bet I could make you cum all over my jeans jus’ like this,” her hips can’t upwards and she drags your hips, running your clit down the seam of her jeans. You’re keeling over, falling forward and pressing your chest to hers.

Se-Mi’s hands wrap around your back and hold you tightly to hers. Fingers tracing up your spine to the back of your neck, she’s placing a desperate kiss on your lips.

“…but since I’m nice and since I really wanna have you cum on my face…I’m not gonna make you cum like this.”

She’s whispering it against your lips, kissing you after every other word like your lips are a drug she could never get enough of.

Her words make a pathetic squeak come from your lips, just the thought of it is making your cunt throb.

Connecting back in a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, she’s twirling her tongue with yours in a mind melting kiss that has you moaning and whimpering into her mouth. Like the sweetest candy she’s tasted, Se-Mi is swallowing each sound eagerly.

When she shifts, sitting up and getting ready to move, you’re moving in. Lips attacking her neck, you’re pressing kiss after kiss down the column of her neck. Each messy kiss leaving a glittery shadow of your lip gloss.

Se-Mi’s hands fly to your hips to ground herself. A soft sigh falling from her lips. Your hands are insatiable, roaming up her up shirt and feeling her soft skin under your palms, engraving the feeling of her body into your memory.

When you nip at a particular spot right below her ear. She whines. It’s a high pitched creaky sound that is unlike anything you heard from her. You need to hear more like it.

You latch onto that spot. Biting and sucking. Making sure to leave your mark. You’ve already reached the point of no return- you don’t care if someone sees. If anything you want someone to see the mark.

Hot body is so warm under hands. The higher they roam the hotter she is. You’re cupping her breasts over her bra, simply feeling the weight of them in your hands before squeezing.

Your moans mix together. It’s a lewd, pornographic symphony that is now your new favorite song.

“F-fuckkkkkk.” Se-Mi breathes, it’s a sound that’s a mix of a laugh and a moan. She doesn’t know why she’s waited this fucking long for this. Hands tightening their grip, she’s pushing your hips back and pulling you off her neck with a wet, suctioned pop.

Your hands still work along her breasts, working their way under the bra cups to flick your thumbs along her nipples.

“You have-“ you begin to say but you genuinely are too excited to finish. You move fast, bunching her shirt up and pulling her bra down to see her tits.

Perky and sitting perfect, her nipples are accessorized by pretty diamond bars.

“Why the fuck did we wait this long.” You say before leaning down, cupping a breast in your and latching your lips around her nipple. Writhing against you, Se-Mi is panting and raking her nails down your back.

“Ohhh my godddd.” Her head thrown back, Se-Mi’s eyes are fluttering shut, back arching into you. Your tongue is swirling around and flicking the hard bud. Sucking it into your mouth and moaning around the plush flesh.

You could go on like this for hours, Se-Mi knows this to well. So when you’re just the slightest bit too comfortable she moves.

She lightly shoves you off her and onto the couch. You have no room to complain before she’s on the floor between your legs, hands pushing your thighs open.

“Made such a mess…” she giggles, leaning in and blowing a cool breath across your clit, getting an up close view of how your pussy twitches in response to her.

“God you’re so fucking pretty…” her fingers reaching out and trailing along the perimeter of your cunt, you know she’s not directing it only at you, “got such a cute pussy y’know…”

She’s looking up at you, placing a kiss to your thigh and leaning her head down on your soft pillowy legs, her fingers dancing along your sopping folds.

“S-Se-Miiii, please… I-I can’t- don’t tease.”

Nuzzling her cheek into your warm thigh, she turns her head and sinks her teeth into you flesh. You can feel her laugh against you when you let out another wanton yelp.

“You’re very lucky we’re supposed to be trip sitting right now…I’d drag this out so long…” her fingers finally drag up to your clit, moving in slow, languid circles. “Wouldn’t even put my mouth on you until you’re shaking and crying…wanna drag it out and savor every reaction.”

Se-Mi watches as your cunt clenches in response to her words, “Like that…” she’s raising an eyebrow and giving you a teasing grin, “seems like you like that idea too…good to know for next time.”

Pulling her fingers away from your pussy, both hands sliding over your knees and thighs, Se-Mi quickly yanks you forward, pulling your legs over her shoulders and wrapping her arms around your back.

Her mouth is on you before you can so much as make a sound. Hot and heavy, her mouth engulfs your pussy. Tongue laying flat against you, she’s licking up and down your cunt and coating her tongue in the saccharine taste of your arousal.

She knows exactly what to do. Knowing she’s got limited time, her lips wrap around your clit and suck. The cold metal of her lip ring bites into you like ice and only adds to the overwhelming sensation she’s giving you. Your hands fly to her hair, crying out her name and tugging on the short black strands. It’s diabolical the way her mocking laugh against your cunt makes you gush into her mouth. Walls spasming and pushing globs of your creamy arousal out of you.

Se-Mi can’t get enough. She’s dreamed of how sweet you could be but this was better than she could have ever imagined. Eating you like she’s a woman starved, shaking her head and fucking her tongue deep into you, you’re convulsing against the couch. It’s shameful how close you are to cumming in such little time.

Her mouth is so soft on your cunt, licking and sucking exactly where you need. She’s so observant, every little reaction you have she’s using it to make her technique better. Her tongue is devious, fucking up into your sopping walls and prodding against the spot that has you sobbing out broken pleas and praises- hips jerking violently against her face.

“S-shitttt, ‘m gonna cum- I c-can’t hold it, Se-Miiii~ please!”

In response she’s gripping your ass and pushing her face even deeper into you, nose bumping against your clit and tongue exploring your insides- you’re sent to your end so quickly.

Like a rubber band snapping after being pulled to tight, your orgasm hits you rapidly. It’s a sharp heat that goes down your spine and makes your whole body lock up. Your cunt is gushing into her mouth, loud pathetic squeals are ripped from your lungs as you rock your hips against her face.

Se-Mi greedily swallows down everything your cunt has to offer. Swallowing gulp after gulp of your creamy release, she’s whining into your pussy as if she’s begging for more. You’re slumping back against the couch, trying your best to catch your breath and steady your heart rate- trying to see straight again.

Every lick of her tongue along your quivering walls or brush of her nose against your clit has you violently jerking against the couch.

“S-se-Miiii, ‘s too muchhh.” You’re writhing against her face, hips bucking wildly. Both your hands are twisted into fists, clenching her hair like a lifeline.

With one last violent suck, lips wrapped tight around your clit- she’s pulling away with a loud pop!

Se-Mi gasps, licking her lips and immediately looking at your puffy and swollen cunt, admiring the mess she made of you. Leaning in she places one last gentle kiss to your clit.

She wants more though. Maybe her original philosophy of waiting to fully feel you until you two were somewhere proper- where she could fully divulge in you- needed to be thrown out the window.

Still coming down from your high, your vision is blurry and you don’t feel like you’re in this plane of existence. Your hand eases up on the grip you had on Se-Mi’s hair, fingernails brushing against her scalp as a wordless thanks.

Se-Mi wasn’t finished. She’s gotten her first taste and now she’s addicted. Maybe now she could understand Nam-Gyu and Thanos when they need fiend for their next fix- the taste of your pussy is something she is going to have withdrawals from.

You don’t hear the door open- but she does.

“What the-“ Pulling her head out from under your dress she is whipping around to the office door to see Thanos and Nam-Gyu stumble in. Their lips are locked in a heated kiss and Nam-Gyu is wasting no time pushing the taller male back up against the door.

Your eyes rip open finally and coincidentally so do Thanos’s. Both of you making direct eye contact.

“Holy shit!”

“Wha- what the fuck?!?”

Nam-Gyu pulls away from Thanos and looks over to you and Se-Mi eyes going wide, “Oh wow…” he says, like he just cracked a code that’s been locked for millennia.

“You guys-“

“I fucking knew it!”

Se-Mi and Nam-Gyu speak at the same time now, Se-Mi able to get a full sentence out being the one not on acid.

“H-how the fuck did you get in here?!” Nam-Gyu says flustered, wiping his lips free of spit with the back of his hand.

“The key you gave me dumb shit.” Se-Mi replies standing up from the ground and using her body to block yours while she pulls down your dress. Extending a hand out she helps you stand off the couch and uses her free hand to button her jeans.

She pulls you along. Shoving past the two males who had their jaws wide open.

“We’re not gonna mention this right. I mean this is-“ Thanos begins.

“Nope. Now finish up here so I can take you home and get back to what I was doing, yeah?” Se-Mi says. Before she leaves she’s flicking the side of Nam-Gyu’s head.

“You could at least wipe your fuckin’ face you’re covered in cum..” Nam-Gyu scoffs. Your face is going beet red. You can’t even look at him.

“I can still smell the cum on your breath so don’t start.” Se-Mi quips back, sending a wink his way.

Door shutting behind the two of you, Nam-Gyu and Thanos look wordlessly to each other.

Nam-Gyu wants to be mad but he’s too surprised. You two did a phenomenal job of keeping whatever that was to yourselves.

“That definitely wasn’t just us tripping cock right?” Nam-Gyu speaks first.

“No it wasn’t. And now I fucking owe Gyeong-Su 50…” Thanos responds.

“…Hey Nam-suuu~ you wouldn’t happen to have 50 on ya perchance?”

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