happybreadnacho - Tumblr blog

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

The Final Mix

A/N: Written for a prompt by @woollypoison. Much love for hosting! This is also my first time officially writing smut. Enjoy!

Karina & Hyeri x Male Reader Smut

5.7k words

Now here’s the thing about Lee Hyeri:

She gets it.

She’s loud, she’s lazy, and she’s casually filthy, sure. But she doesn’t pretend this is about attachment or romance or whatever else people try to slap onto a good fuck. She moans like a banshee, curses like she’s getting paid by the word, and she’ll laugh in your face if you try to call this passion.

It's not passion. It's Tuesday.

You like her for that. That, and the fact that she squirts like a pornstar and doesn’t mind doing it on company time.

Desk, floor, couch, conference table—pick your battlefield. She’ll bring the war. (And open the floodgates.)

Today’s bout happens to be in your vocal booth.

Or, happened, rather.

“Don’t fall asleep in here,” you remind her, yanking your pants up. “You drool on anything expensive and the label’s gonna think I adopted a stray.”

“Hah,” she laughs dryly. “You owe me lunch, for that one. Or, I dunno, a lozenge. I can’t feel my throat.”

You snort, still half-naked, still sweating—absolutely not in a position to debate sexual reparations.

Meanwhile, Hyeri’s lying across the vocal booth bench like it’s a fucking chaise lounge, panties twirling in her fingers, skirt still hiked up, and blouse open like the concept of modesty just doesn’t apply after three orgasms.

Which, it doesn’t, so you’ll give her that one.

There’s sweat on her chest and something else between her thighs—it yours, obviously—and she’s tracing lazy circles around her navel with one red-tipped nail. “I really think I hit that harmony this time,” she muses. “Like... actually nailed it.” She is, of course, referring to the song you’re supposed to be recording and not the chorus of moans she let out as she came all over you.

You shoot her a sceptical look, shoving a cable out of your way with your foot, hunting for wherever your belt got thrown off to. “You moaned through half of it.”

“Artistic expression,” she shrugs, reaching for a tissue. “Adds texture.”

“It adds me spending an hour editing out your sex noises,” you grimace, pulling your belt out from where she's hidden it under her. “That or we schedule another day to record.”

“Oh no,” she mocks, wiping your cum from between her thighs. “Not post-production work—y’know, the thing you’re paid to do. But,” she’s thinking now, tapping her chin with a finger, “you would like another day with me all to yourself, now wouldn’t you?”

You flick her the bird as you slip back into your button-up. She smiles like she’s won something. She has, technically. Three times, in fact. The first when you ate her out on the bench. The second when she rode you on said bench. And the third against the booth wall, displacing soundproofing with a leg around your waist, your cock in her cunt, and a finger in her ass for good measure.

But unlike your little sexcapade with Hyeri, this was supposed to be quick.

Track the bridge, tweak her verse, maybe do a dry run of the group chorus. Nothing that warranted sweat-slick skin and a room that smells more potent than a fish market. But with Hyeri, quick is theoretical. She’s chaos and lust wrapped in short skirts and high heels—all while masquerading as the Nation's Little Goody-two-shoes.

And then, like the universe itself is showing its disapproval for your pseudo-professionalism, your phone buzzes.

12:15 PM – Karina | Vocal Tracking

“Shit.”

You have exactly thirteen minutes to unfuck the studio.

Hyeri doesn’t look up, popping a mint and digging in her bag for lipstick. “What now?”

“Karina’s coming.”

She looks up. There’s a beat. Then she laughs—not shy, not sorry.

Delighted.

“Did you schedule us back-to-back, again?” she asks, sitting up, buttoning her blouse like it’s a suggestion and not an obligation. “Jesus, you’re bold.”

“I forgot,” you admit, which is true. Sort of.

You remembered the moment Hyeri finished singing the bridge. But when the Nation’s Little Sister is in your vocal booth moaning into the mic and flashing her tits, your list of priorities gets jumbled just a teensy bit.

She cackles, sliding off the bench and onto the floor like this is all the setup to a really good punchline. “Wow. Can’t wait for her to sing backup on the chorus while standing in a puddle of my cu—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

Hyeri holds her hands up. “What? It’s a collab.”

Right. The collab. Two idols, one producer, and a track about heartbreak or temptation or something equally ironic. Not to toot your own horn or anything but the beat’s good. An obvious hit.

What makes no sense is the lineup.

Hyeri—basically retired idol turned variety darling turned actress. 90% charm. 100% chaos.

Karina—hot as all fuck, a pillar of fourth-gen K-pop, and somehow still the weirdest girl in the room. ‘A loser in a goddess’s body’ as the internet puts it.

There’s absolutely no correlation between the two other than industry and that they’re both drop-dead gorgeous. It’s like some wacky higherup wanted the most oddball idol pairings possible. And for some reason, you’re the glue holding it all together.

The calendar notification flashes up at you again, sending you hurtling into action. “Fuck, I really thought it was just you today,” you scramble, grabbing the tissue box and frantically wiping off the bench drenched in her sweat and fluids. “Are you gonna help?”

Hyeri just shrugs. “I had bridge duty,” she begins, ignoring your pleas entirely. “And Karina’s laying down the second verse, right?”

“Yeah,” you reply, dejected and slightly annoyed. She’s not doing shit. “Just…” you begin, like this makes up for anything,”— don’t leave your bra again.”

She pauses, looking down at her chest like she only just remembered she owns one. “Shit—did I?”

You both spot it at the same time in the far corner of the room. Lace, red, costs three figures. Definitely hers. You snatch it like it’s a grenade and shove it into her tote without ceremony.

Hyeri simply grins. “Oops.”

“Can’t believe you left it in the booth last week,” you hiss. “Karina walked in and asked if you were doing your laundry in here.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That you got hot.”

“That’s not even a good lie,” she replies, quite obviously amused by the whole fiasco. “You should’ve said I was doing vocals in lingerie—very French. Very sexy.”

“Very suspension-of-contract,” you mutter.

“Barely noticed it was gone, to be honest. Was it the black one?”

“...Yes.”

“Mm,” she nods. “Thought so. I’ve been wondering.”

“For a week?”

“I’m not particularly sentimental about bras,” she says, like it’s a flex.

You shake your head. “Do you want it back?”

“Nope. Keep it,” Hyeri zips her tote with a smile, “as a memento.”

You shrug. Can’t argue with that.

With one last wipe you finish scrubbing down the vocal booth like it’s a crime scene clean-up, which, given your contractual obligations such as: Don’t Fuck The Talent, might actually be.

Three sprays of some bergamot mist tries to mask the smell of sex, sweat, and the lastest in your long line of poor decisions. It doesn’t. At best, now it smells like bergamot and sex.

But it’ll have to do.

Hyeri simply watches from her place on the floor. She’s mostly dressed now—blouse crumpled but closed, lipstick redrawn, auburn hair finger-combed into something that says either sexually satisfied or hungover. Almost normal is how you’d describe her—the faint marks just visible above her collar put an emphasis on the almost.

With a couple more sprays of the citrus you and Hyeri are out of the booth, but you’re desk is a mess too: A tangle of wires, half drunk coffee and—

The recording light is still on.

The waveform’s still rolling.

The track: armed. The booth: live.

You lunge for the keyboard.

Stop recording.

Three peaks. Clear as day.

You don’t need audio engineering school to know what they are. You’re staring at the literal shape of her orgasms.

“Wow,” she says, squinting beside you. “It’s like… orgasmic morse code.”

You glance at her. “The fuck does that even mean?”

“Dunno,” she shrugs. “Sounded smarter in my head.”

You look back at the waveform, playing one of the peaks.

No vocals. No takes. Just moans. Whines. Wet, slick sounds. You. Her. You in her. And then:

“Oh my fucking Gggggggod,” she moans through the monitors.

Hyeri watches your face. Smiles.

“I should delete it,” you say looking back.

“But you won’t.”

“But I should.”

“But you won’t.”

She’s right. You won’t.

Instead:

Export > Documents > Private > ALT_Hyeri_Vocals.wav

“Ooooh,” she sings, nudging you with her shoulder, a little too pleased. “Wait, alt vocals? Not even a cute name? Not even ‘HyeriMOANS_FinalVII_REALFINAL_usethisone.wav’?”

“It’s for the back-up vocals,” you lie as naturally as you breathe.

“It’s for your spank bank,” she retorts.

You don’t answer. Partly because she’s right and mostly because you’re red from realizing how much you moaned, too. Not your finest hour, you’ll admit.

“Shouldn't you be going?” You finally ask her.

“Fine, fine.”

With one last devious smile, Hyeri pulls on her tote, checks her reflection in the black of the studio glass, and re-combs her hair. “Well,” she says, turning to leave, “have fun explaining our completely professional relationship to Karina.”

“What? Why would I ever—”

“Oh come on,” she cuts in, laughing. “These fourth-gen girls? You think they’ve never walked into a studio that smells like cum and perfume? Please. I’d seriously be surprised if she hasn’t picked up on it by now.”

“Hyeri.”

“I’m serious. She’d have to be Mother Teresa to not know what’s going on in here.”

You’re mortified. Full-body cringe—It’s delicious to her. “So, unless she’s got a cross under her clothes, you’re not fooling anyone.”

You go pale. She beams.

“You couldn’t have told me this earlier?”

She pretends to think for a second before landing on a simple:

“Nope.”

At the door, she turns, planting a kiss on your cheek—sweet, sinful, smug. “Good luck,” she sings. “See you next week.”

And just like that she's gone.

You’re completely frozen. Save for the moment you spray the bergamot again.

Five times this time.

Spoiler alert:

It doesn’t help.

Karina arrives at 12:16.

Which is a little late. But when your producer’s secretly been balls-deep in your sexy co-worker, and your body has curves that put cue balls to shame, a little late is just fine.

She pokes her head in, hair in a low ponytail, gray hoodie and sweatpants on, face bare save for chapstick and what you hope is not suspicions of contract violations.

“Hey,” she chirps, offering a small smile. One of those slow, polite things that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Traffic was a nightmare. Did I miss anything?”

Only a live porno starring your dick and Hyeri’s everything.

“Nope,” you lie, voice almost cracking. “Perfect timing.”

She steps inside like she owns the place, which is fair, considering her vocals are probably worth half your paycheck this quarter. Then, she gives you a quick once-over—nothing obvious, but her eyes pause on your sloppy collar, then your flushed ears. You sit up straighter. Try not to look like you’ve just been reverse-exorcised by a woman with zero gag reflex.

Then Karina sniffs.

“New room spray?” she asks, nose wrinkling.

“Uh, yeah. Some limited edition one, I think. Intern picked it up for shits and giggles.”

“Huh.”

You try to make yourself look busy, turning away and absentmindedly double-clicking shit on your desktop, minimising and maximising random windows just to make your screen flash. You wish you could minimize yourself while you’re at it.

“You, uh… just finished with Hyeri?” she asks, looking over.

There it is.

You nod. Neutral. Casual. “Yeah. She was recording the bridge.”

“Mm.”

Just a sound, not even a word. And yet you can practically hear the subtext screaming: Bridge, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?

You shouldn’t be scared of her. Of all people, Karina is the probably least intimidating idol you’ve ever worked with—soft-spoken, professionally polite and always just a little behind the tempo of group conversations.

So then why the fuck does she manage to hit the nail on the head with every word out of that gorgeous mouth?

“I could tell,” she shrugs. “Smells like her.”

You cough so hard you hit a new vocal register.

But Karina doesn’t say anything. Just makes her way to the booth.

You’re about to ask if she wants water—anything to offset the tension and your crippling anxiety—when she peels off her hoodie.

And fuck you.

It’s not even that it’s scandalous. It’s a black sports bra. Basic. Functional. Nothing that should bring a grown man to his metaphorical and literal knees. It’s gym attire. But it’s her gym attire, and that makes a world of difference.

The bra doesn’t so much as hide her tits but politely suggest they quiet the fuck down, doing a noble yet futile job of containing what you really wish wasn’t. Because God damn if her breasts aren’t full, shapely—obscene in their perfection, indecent in their splendour. And if that weren't enough for you, right below her stomach tapers in, all sharp lines and lean muscle, just begging for you to run your hands and tongue along.

Karina tosses her hoodie onto the vocal booth bench—the same one you railed Hyeri on half an hour ago. She stretches, arms up, spine arched, that long line of torso on blatant, mouth-watering display. You pretend you’re checking the input levels, but your gaze keeps slingshotting back to her like it’s tied on elastic.

She catches you.

Which, yeah, you’re about as subtle as a cymbal crash.

“It’s really…  stuffy in here,” she remarks as she meets your staring gaze, fanning her face with one hand. “Something must have happened in here.”

Well, if she didn’t know earlier, then she definitely knows now. And she’s fucking with you to boot.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Your throat works around a lie. Futile, probably. Any moment now she could report your horny ass to a higher-up and have you on the street within minutes. But she hasn’t. So either she’s getting off fucking with you, or she wants something in return for keeping hush. Either one isn’t particularly ideal.

“A‑ah, yeah,” you stammer. Smooth start. “HVAC’s acting up. I’ll put in a ticket.” You flick a random knob that does absolutely nothing, praying she’ll drop it. “Let’s get your tracking done before the air gets worse, yeah?”

Karina nods. Noncommittal. Disbelieving.

Man, you’re so fucked.

Karina nails the verse on the first pass—pitch perfect, emotion dialled, consonants crisp enough to slice butter. And for a little while, you forget about her standing in a room soaked in Hyeri’s cum.

Second pass? Even better. Third? Pure polish. By the time you hit stop for real, you're covered in goosebumps and it has nothing to do with the prospect of losing everything.

Karina’s simply that good.

You press the talk‑back. “That’s the one. Seriously, Karina—gold. Take five?”

She lifts one ear‑cup and flashes a grin. “Sure.”

You breathe a sigh of relief when the conversation ends there. Maybe… just maybe… you’ve dodged a bullet.

You lean back, arms stretching over your head, casual as you can fake it. The worst is over. You’re in the clear. She probably bought the ventilation excuse. Probably thinks nothing of the citrus-and-sex sauna she walked into.

Professional crisis: averted.

Thank fuck.

Karina hums a little under her breath, fiddling with her phone. She looks harmless. Normal. Just a girl in a sports bra and sweats, checking her messages, laughing at a reel.

Perhaps Hyeri’s wrong. Perhaps Karina’s a little too sweet, a little too spaced-out, a little too fourth-gen golden girl to know what a post-sex room smells like.

But then you let your gaze skate over her bare stomach again. Then those magnificent tits.

And you wonder how that would be possible.

You shake your head. Refocus.

“Seriously, you crushed it,” you say, half to fill the air, half to genuinely compliment. “Some of your best work, period.”

Karina beams, cheeks flushing pink. And for another second, it’s easy to forget the whole ticking-time-bomb nature of this room. To forget Hyeri’s cum still somewhere deep in the booth fibers. To forget everything except how fucking pretty she looks smiling at you.

You even start mentally scheduling next week’s sessions—like you’re gonna get away clean.

You’re an idiot.

Because then she ruins your fucking life.

“So,” Karina starts, tilting her head just slightly, “how long have you been fucking Hyeri?”

You choke on absolutely nothing. Do a spit-take with no drink.

She says it like it’s a joke. Like she’s asking if you’re out of oat milk.

Except she’s not joking.

Not even a little.

“I—I—what?”

“I mean, I’m assuming it’s Hyeri,” she muses, tapping a finger to her chin. "She did look pretty worn when I passed her in the lobby.”

You wish the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You wish you could eject yourself into the sun.

You wish she hadn’t said it with that much fucking glee.

“Don’t worry,” she says in a half-shrug. “I’m not gonna tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Thank fuck.

“There is just one thing though…”

Oh fuck.

"I don’t really like being left out."

What the fuck?

"I want in."

What the fuck.

You stand up, pace around the room. Try to gather your thoughts, try to process what exactly she’s proposing here.

Karina wants to fuck you.

You won’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. That you’re some righteous saint without the need for fantasy.

But this is Karina you’re talking about.

It’s one thing for you to be caught with Hyeri, but Karina? Pillar of a whole generation? If the two of you were caught it’d be—

“—A PR nightmare?” she supplies. “A scandal? Headline of the century?”

You nod so fast you almost give yourself whiplash.

She just shrugs again, careless, reckless, hot as sin. "Don't care."

You open your mouth. Close it. Try again. "You—you have no idea what you're asking—"

"I do," she interrupts, stepping closer, breath frosting the booth window. Her voice is silk now. A trap you’re already caught in. "I know exactly what I’m asking."

She walks back to the bench, hands bracing behind her, legs spreading just enough to hint at what’s awaiting you.

“I want you like she has you.”

You’re not strong enough.

You’re not stupid enough to pretend you are.

But even if you managed to steel your resolve, Karina bites her bottom lip. Runs a hand along her crotch.

"I’ve wanted you since the demo."

And you’re moving before you even register it.

You’ve soaked in some legendary sights on the label’s dime.

Dawn over the Han River from sixty stories up, neon Tokyo streets glitter‑wet after midnight rain, front-row seats to an Eiffel Tower light show in a suite. Gorgeous, all of them. Low-end bucket‑list kinda stuff.

But this view might just take the cake.

Sweat slicks Karina’s collarbones, soaks the carelessly lifted sports bra, gathers at the dip between her breasts, slides down to where your hands own her hips. Every grind turns your spine to liquid. Every thrust drives you deeper. And every bounce sends those perfect tits—shape and size defying God and physics—swinging in hypnotic rhythm.

“You fill me so good,” she pants, words cutting the hush of the booth, dirty and devotional at once. “Knew you'd feel this good—just knew it." She braces one palm against the glass, the other yanking her own hair into a makeshift ponytail, dragging it off her glowing face. The move juts her chest higher—an unspoken invitation, one you answer with your mouth. You latch on to the reddened mark just above her nipple, tongue finding its way around the sensitive circumference.

She whines.

You suck harder.

She tightens.

And you’re gone.

You should be thinking your job, about morality, about the very real possibility that a lone intern could wander past and see silhouettes doing something distinctly un‑PG behind the frosted glass. Instead, you’re cataloguing micro‑details: the faint scent of her shampoo under the musk of sweat, the tremor in her thigh when she sinks too deep, the almost reverent way her eyes lock on-to you when you hit that spot.

“Been wanting this for so long,” she reiterates, rolling her hips in a tighter circle. “Wanted your cock buried so deep I can’t hit a high note without it in me.”

The image alone nearly finishes you. You grit your teeth, hold your release back with sheer will and bruising fingers at her waist.

“Fuck, Karina—”

Karina leans in, panting against your mouth, grinding harder and harder, chasing her high and yours without a single shred of shame.

“Wanted you so bad,” she whines, breath hot against your ear, “thought about this every time you said my name—every fucking time—”

Your head falls back against the booth wall with a thunk.

You’re losing it.

She feels it—smiles a broken, wicked smile. “Already that close? Poor producer.” She makes a teasing cluck of the tongue, a soft caress to your cheek, then she slams down hard enough to shatter the bench. “Then give it to me,” she growls. “ Give me everything.”

You can’t not obey.

Pressure builds and so does your pace. Driving into her with a fury you didn’t know you had in you. Karina’s moaning openly now, every last shred of composure thrown to the wind.

Pressure builds then detonates.

Heat floods every nerve.

You break.

She follows.

And it’s bliss.

Her cry is earth-shattering, torn from somewhere deep as she clamps down hard around you, milking you for everything you’ve got. Her thighs lock, her body seizes. She’s trembling, gasping, riding wave after wave like she doesn’t know how to stop.

Her nails rake your back, half for balance, half to brand you, and you let her. Let her take. Let her have you. Her breath stutters against your mouth as you kiss through the fallout—sloppy, greedy. A thank-you and a promise and a question all at once.

Aftershocks hit her in uneven jolts, and you revel in the way she twitches around you with each one. You’re still inside her. Still hard. Still pulsing. Still drowning in her.

KArina collapses forward, full-body flush against yours, forehead pressed to your collarbone. Her heartbeat drums against your ribs. You’re shaking. So is she.

For a long, breathless moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your combined panting, then, your lips colliding.

You’re engrossed. And so is she. So much so that you both miss the sound of the booth door opening.

“And here I thought I came too early,” a voice says from the doorway.

You don’t look right away. You don’t have the mental bandwidth for anything beyond Karina’s skin and the twitch in your cock.

And besides, you already know exactly what you’ll see.

Your head finally turns toward the door.

Hyeri’s grinning. “You two certainly wasted no time.”

“Hyeri,” you begin, less surprised, more irritated, “ what the fuck are you—”

“Save it,” she interrupts. “You’ll ruin the mood.”

“What fucking moo—”

In an instant Hyeri’s blouse is open again, revealing an absence of fabric over her tits.

You feel Karina tighten.

“Room for one more?” she asks with a sly grin.

You look at Karina.

Karina looks at you.

And Karina—God bless her, damn her, ruin you for life—grins.

"Yeah," she says, voice high and sweet and so very, very gone. "Okay."

"You good with it, Producer-nim?" she teases.

You are not good.

You are very, very bad.

But Karina’s hips are still pressed against you, and Hyeri’s smile is so knowing, and your cock—traitorous, eager—twitches inside the girl already dripping down your thighs.

You’re fucked.

Yet you nod.

Reluctantly. Helplessly.

(Gratefully.)

Hyeri claps, wickedly pleased. “God, I love consent.”

Then she drops to her knees.

You’ve soaked in some legendary sights on the label’s dime.

Dawn over the Han River from sixty stories up, neon Tokyo streets glitter‑wet after midnight rain, Karina, sweat-slick, tits swinging and your name on her breath as she rides you into the Earth’s core.

But this view might just take the cake.

Which is ironic, because there’s no view at all.

Because Karina’s sitting on your face.

Full weight, full warmth, full heaven and hell combined.

Her meaty thighs clamp around your head, her cunt pressed flush against your mouth, slick and perfect and utterly suffocating. Her ass—round, shameless and the urban dictionary definition of fuck you—is covering everything else.

You couldn’t open your eyes even if you wanted to.

And you don’t want to.

Because the raw sensation—the taste of her dripping down your tongue, the way she grinds against your mouth with broken little whimpers—is worth more than any skyline on Earth.

You’re drowning in her.

And if that wasn’t enough?

Hyeri’s riding you at the same time.

Usually, you’d feel her braced against your chest, feel the needy, desperate grip of her hands as she takes everything you have and begs for more with every bounce.

But you suspect her hands are elsewhere: fondling Karina’s bare tits, holding her throat as they duel with their tongues. Either or works.

Because God if that mental image isn’t Louvre material.

A lick to the clit softens Karina’s grip around your ears and you settle for sound instead.

Wet, filthy kisses sound somewhere above you. Giddy little gasps. The faint slap of a palm against skin. Karina moans into Hyeri’s mouth—or maybe it’s Hyeri moaning into hers—you can’t tell, you don’t care.

“Fuck, you’re cute,” Hyeri purrs against her, the smacking of lips resuming instantly.

You feel the words vibrate through Karina’s body, then feel her clench around your tongue.

“Sensitive too,” Hyeri adds. “You like it when I touch you here?” Karina gasps, the result of having her pussy licked and her tits caressed.

Karina tries to answer, but it comes out as a high-pitched whimper instead.

Hyeri laughs softly—not cruel, but giddy, drunk on the power she holds.

You hear the slick sound of their mouths meeting again. The sticky, obscene sound of a kiss that isn’t meant for cameras or fans or anything else where clean and polished is the expectation.

Just raw, messy and private.

Karina breaks away from it first, panting hard, lifting her hips just enough that a thin string of slick snaps between your mouth and her pussy.

You catch a glimpse of her when you blink up—face flushed, eyes glassy, lips and nipples swollen from Hyeri’s assault.

You’d worship her if you could breathe.

But Hyeri’s hand is curling into Karina’s hair, tugging her up—gentle but insistent—and she moans like she’s been waiting for it.

"On your hands and knees, baby," Hyeri coos through another kiss, brushing the hair out of Karina’s sweaty face. "Be a good girl for us."

Karina whimpers, flushed and dazed, but obeys without hesitation, scrambling off your mouth and onto the bench, ass high, head low, presenting herself so shamelessly it’s enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

The second she’s steady, Hyeri slinks in front of her—legs spread, pussy slick and glistening, thighs trembling from earlier—and cups Karina’s flushed cheeks in her hands.

"You know what to do.”

Karina doesn’t hesitate.

She dives in, mouth open, tongue flat against Hyeri’s cunt, licking her like she’s starving for it. Like she needs it more than air.

Hyeri gasps, hips twitching, hand fisting tight in Karina’s hair. She catches your eye over Karina’s bowed back, grinning like a cat who got the cream.

“Well?” Hyeri says to you, mid-moan. “You just gonna sit there and look pretty?”

You don’t need more encouragement.

You’re behind Karina in an instant, hands gripping her hips—tight, possessive—and line yourself up.

One push. Slow? Yes. Deep? All the fucking way.

Karina cries out into Hyeri’s pussy, body arching towards the flat of the bench. Hyeri laughs, breathlessly. Her hand strokes Karina’s cheek almost tenderly, but her words are anything but.

“Fuck, you’re loud,” she teases. "Who knew you were such a slutty girl?"

You thrust into Karina again, harder this time, savoring the ripple of her ass you do, the obscene wet sounds filling the booth as she tries—and fails—to keep up with both of you.

"He was like this with me, too," Hyeri purrs, hips rolling against Karina’s mouth in lazy, devastating circles. "First time he fucked me? Thought I was gonna cum at the first thrust.”

You’re turned on by the memory, driving yourself intoKarina harder.

Karina whines around Hyeri’s clit, her thighs shaking, her slick dripping down your cock every time you bottom out inside her.

Hyeri threads her fingers tighter in Karina’s hair, guiding her movements now, rocking her face exactly where she wants it.

“She’s a natural, isn’t she?” Hyeri croons, locking eyes with you again. “Makes the prettiest fucking sounds.”

You can’t do anything but nod, the tightness and sight stealing your breath.

Karina's arms tremble where she braces against Hyeri’s thighs. Her moans are constant now—muffled against Hyeri’s.

And you’re so close you can taste it.

Hyeri gasps, grinding down against Karina’s mouth with reckless, frantic need.

"You close?" she teases, voice shaky but still smug. "Gonna fill her up while she makes me cum?"

“Fuck yeah,” you manage to get out.

Your hand finds its way to Karina’s clit: extra stimulation to make her tighten, to get her closer to her own release, to motivate her to suck Hyeri even harder.

Your strategy works like a charm, and you’re graced with the sight of Hyeri’s head’s rolling back, a sharp cry escaping her as she cums all over Karina’s face. “Fuuuuuuck me,” she exclaims, thighs clenching around Karina’s head, hands yanking her closer like she never wants her to stop.

Karina whimpers too, grinding her ass back against you in frantic, desperate little jerks, her own orgasm building with nowhere to go.

And then you snap.

You grab Karina’s hips, pull her flush against you, and empty yourself inside her with a strangled groan, spilling deep into her own trembling body.

Karina falls apart between you both—moaning and sobbing and soaking the bench with her release.

The three of you collapse together, sticky and shuddering and utterly spent.

And despite being suffocated and impaled at the same time, Karina perks up again. She’s still panting, still catching up on oxygen, but that doesn't stop her from asking:

“Now who’s ready for round two?”

The booth door swings open.

Hyeri’s hair is a disaster, Karina’s everything is either red, swollen, glistening or all three, and you’re pretty sure you’ve left fingerprints in places you’re contractually forbidden to even think about.

(And probably teeth marks, if Hyeri’s wincing is anything to go by.)

And yet, somehow, you’re all laughing.

Half-dressed, fully wrecked, riding the tail-end high of the worst—and best—decision you’ve made in years, but still: laughing.

Karina tugs the hem of her hoodie down like it might erase the obvious evidence of a threesome. Meanwhile, Hyeri buttons maybe one button of her blouse and calls it a day and you’re wiping sweat off your forehead with the sleeve of your shirt when you notice it.

The recording light is still on.

The waveform’s still rolling.

The track: armed. The booth: live.

You lunge for the keyboard.

Again.

Stop recording.

There are fourteen peaks this time.

You know exactly what they are before Karina even asks, hobbling over as she pulls her sports bra back over her tits.

“What are those?” she asks, peering at the screen with curious eyes.

Hyeri’s already smiling, smugness just emanating from her. “Our orgasms,” she says proudly, like they’re her children.

“Wait, it was recording? The whole time?”

“Courtesy of me,” Hyeri says, with an even bigger smile now. “Turned it on while you two were getting busy. “

“Surprised you’re smart enough to know how,” you tease. And she hits you right back, literally.

“Ow!”

“Gonna fap to this one too, are ya?” she cackles.

“He’s gonna what?” Karina squeaks, slightly turned on.

You barely make it three seconds into the collective laughter before Hyeri steamrolls right through it.

“That’s it!” she exclaims, snapping her fingers. “This could totally work!”

"Work?" you echo. "What do you—?"

“We use this,” she begins with manic glee, dragging the track into the main sequence, “in the final mix.”

Karina’s eyes light up. "Wait, that’s genius!”

You’re frozen. Horrified. Horny.

“We could layer it in,” Karina continues. “Just subtle. Like an Easter egg.”

“A very hot Easter egg,” Hyeri adds, giving you a wicked eyebrow waggle.

You can barely think up a response. Between the countless hours today you’ve spent having sex, agonising about losing your job, and simply dealing with the pair of women before you, the amount of fucks you can currently give is strewn remarkably thin.

Not thin enough, though.

“This,” you say, pointing to the screen,“is a horrible idea.”

It’s Hyeri’s turn for her eye’s to light up.

“Hear that Karina?” She steps closer to you, hand going to your exposed cock. “Sounds like he needs some convincing.”

“Mm,” Karina hums in agreement, fingers making their way up your chest. “Definitely does.”

You groan, running a hand down your face.

You’ve already lost.

“...We’ll put it in the song.”

“Yay!” they both squeal at once, pressing quick, sticky kisses to either side of your cheeks.

You sigh, sitting back at the console, exhaustion setting into your bones.

But you’re already thinking about it.

You’re thinking about how those breathy, desperate little sounds could melt into the track.

How no one would ever know except the three of you.

How every time the song plays, it’ll remind you of the heavenly feeling of Karina’s pussy on your tongue and Hyeri’s cunt on your cock.

You sigh.

You’re weak.

But with the two of them broaching yet another round, who could possibly blame you?

Your hand finds the mouse.

Export > Documents > Private > Vocals — The Final Mix.wav

What a fuckin’ Tuesday, huh?

861 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

The Office Problem

(Male Reader x Kiss of Life's Natty, 3.6k words) Tags: Office sex, Office gangbangs, Office relationships, More HR violations than your office handbook has room for, Vaginal sex, Creampies, Oral sex, Natty earns herself a fat juicy promotion, Also wow does she look really hot, Protected sex, Office politics, And a distinct lack of morals

Being a manager could be such a pain. When you were not busy fending off absurd requests from Corporate about the latest techo-babble, you were dealing with enough banal office drama to put a high school to shame. It was frankly surprising the amount of hijinks an office of a hundred workers could get up to, and if the company wasn't paying you so goddamn much you would have resigned years ago rather than deal with it every day. But alas, you always managed to stop yourself from hitting send on your two-week notice by glancing at your check, before sighing and carrying on. This past month had been especially grueling, with the arrival of a new hire named Natty, who had taken over as a clerk from Brenda in HR (who had retired and was now living it up in the Bahamas, and getting gangbanged by her "amigos" every night); and had turned out to be quite the slut...

The morning so far had been relatively tame, with only a handful of tongue lashings and praise to distribute. Frank from Operations had once more been reminded to stop pissing all over the floor, and Betsy from Sales had been firmly rejoined for harassing old mister Shultz about his supposedly monster dong (you had it on good authority that the man was in fact packing, provided you shove several viagra down his throat first). The accountants had been congratulated for somehow conspiring to pay everyone on time, presumably on accident, and the lead janitor consulted regarding the onset of stains appearing all over the office. You therefore had time in your schedule to ask your secretary to call in the newest problem child to grace your loveless little nest, and you idly mute the Teams meeting with the C-suite you were in and jot down some notes while you wait. Five minutes later and the Office Problem flounces in, all silken curves and bubbly youthful energy crammed into an outfit that would have gotten her sent to HR had she not been HR. She was also wearing knee-high heeled boots for some bizarre reason.

One Ms. Natty (nobody bothered to use her last name) languidly slides into the proffered chair in front of your desk, preening at your attention and wiggling her body to better present her assets for your inspection. No doubt her young mind was stuffed full of erotic delusions about what was going to happen in your cozy corner office, but you were quite simply going to fire her skanky ass. It had barely been a month and already it was an open secret that Natty was the office bicycle, which you ordinarily wouldn't have minded, free-use sluts kept morale up, except for the fact that she was unable to control her passions in the workplace. You had walked in on her engaging in sexual activity no less than nine separate times, with different partners during each occurrence no less! And the janitors were, in a word, growing more than a touch annoyed about having to clean up spilled sexual fluids as if they were working at a whorehouse or the like.

The first time, you had found Natty squatting down in the break room, stroking an employee with either hand while sucking them off with an enthusiasm that was dearly lacking in her workflow. Then you had spotted one of the Sales ladies munching on her cunt like she was starving, and the third time you had caught her next to the supply closet getting her shelves rearranged. Natty had also been responsible for the traffic jam around the bathroom last Tuesday, where apparently most of the male office staff had lined up to plow her nubile holes, and next you had eyed her grinding rather proactively on Mr. Shultz's lap (who coincidentally had no pants on for some odd reason). Things had only gone downhill from there, as you had observed her getting spit-roasted no less than twice in a row, before watching her getting made airtight near the printers by the interns, whose youthful gusto had resulted in a truly appalling mess on the floor. Finally, just yesterday you had found Natty elbow-deep in the head of Accounting, who was busy hosing the carpet down with streams of truly noxious squirt. Naturally, she was the most popular employee in the office, and had single-handedly caused a 28% drop in work efficiency.

So, leaning forward in your chair across the wide expanse of your desk, you stare Ms. Natty straight in the eyes, and calmly inform her that you were letting her go. Her reaction was, predictable. The girl starts babbling and bawling, her perfect makeup (god knew how she kept it up while getting fucked all day) smearing as tears run down her face, and she blubbers out a question, "But. But WHY, sir? It's only been a month!" to which you sigh and explain that her distracting the entire office was the issue, and also that her work was also noticeably subpar. Further tears follow, "Is-Is it because you've, um, caught me at work?" Natty sobs in realization, and you are forced to inform her that her promiscuity was not the problem, rather the sheer scale of it; nobody was getting any work done because they were too busy trying to fuck her! You recline back in your chair as your words bounce around her skull, Natty visibly pondering what you said before insight flashes behind her eyes and she gives you a sultry smirk, "Or is it because... I haven't given you any yet?" she beams as a slight flush rises on your face, "Oh, I'm so sorry, of course the boss should have priority! Let me..." Natty smoothly rises out of the chair and starts to saunter around your desk, her wide hips swaying from side to side. Sigh.

Natty perches herself on the edge of your desk, plumping out her bare thighs as she dangles one foot dangerously near your crotch, "So tell me, sir, is there anything I can do to keep my job?" She coos, seductively fluttering her eyelashes over her rose-tinted glasses, "I mean," she runs a hand down her chest to the clench of fabric obscuring her crotch, "You've seen what I can do, so," Natty licks her pouty lips, "What will it be, sir?" Nine times out of ten you would have simply laughed her out the door and told the little slut to collect her things on the way out, but you were feeling particularly... bored. It had been a year or so since you had gotten drained at the office, and you were curious to see if this common cumdump could match the costly escort you had brought in last time. So you roll your chair back a bit, and tersely tell her to try her best, and you will consider keeping her around. Natty's face lights up and she lets out a squeal before composing herself and hopping off the desk and sultrily kneeling before you, "Please, relax sir, I'll do all the work for you. You are the boss after all!" she giggles somewhat nervously before running her hands up your legs and slowly unzipping your pants, slipping a delicate hand inside to pull out your manhood.

With tender grace, Natty leans forward and kisses your cock, gently smooching every inch of it until she unlimbers your balls and gives them the same treatment as well. She looks eagerly up at your stony face for your approval, and when she doesn't find it she hurries along to the messy work of getting you erect. With your member barely stiffening under her demure endearments, she promptly pops your meat into her mouth and starts sucking on it like her life depended on it; which in a sense, it did. Natty's cheeks hollow as she strains to engorge your penis, her tongue lapping desperately at it as it slowly fills her mouth. Just as her head starts to bob though, your secretary knocks on the door and you hurriedly push your chair forward, forcing the young clerk to scamper backwards under your desk, where she retains enough of her wits to continue doing her job. Your secretary pops her head in, glancing around as she looks for Natty before raising her eyebrows in confusion. You maintain your calm as you ease your hips upwards, pining Natty's head against the underside of the desk as you force your length into her throat, causing her to gag as quietly as possible. You roll your eyes at your secretary, waving irritably at the closed door to your private bathroom and informing her that Natty was busy cleaning herself up inside after a substantial bawling. Your secretary snorts in amusement, as the girl in question snorts spittle onto your crotch as she struggles to breathe, tapping plaintively at your leg for you to relent, before telling you to call her when Natty needed to be escorted out and closing the door once more.

Natty was starting to use her teeth to communicate her distress, and so you relax, allowing her to pull up enough to gasp for air as she drools all over your genitals. After several moments mercy, you press upwards again, thoroughly testing her gag reflex as you lazily pump away at her face until her frantic coughing had subsided somewhat. When you finally roll your chair back, Natty stumbles out from under your desk, hacking up reams of spittle before looking blearily up at you, "I-I-Was that good enough, sir? I-I'm better at using my mouth than deepthroating, so can I...?" You flick her concerns away by telling her that it had been satisfactory, but that she needed to make you finish if she wanted to remain employed at this (laughably) prestigious company. Nodding frantically, Natty returns to sucking your cock, and was indeed better at using her tongue than tripping her gag reflex, until she abruptly stops and surges to her feet. She sways unsteadily before unbuttoning her short shorts and pulling them down to her knees revealing tantalizing hints of her dark vulva, "Um," she blushes, "You can use this hole as well, sir. But," she glances around, "Do you have protection? I'm not on birth control so..." You direct her to the proper drawer, and soon cool latex sheaths your erection before she kicks her shorts off and awkwardly attempts to join you in your armchair.

You refuse her however, telling her to clean herself out first, no matter what she claimed, you would rather not be fucking your inferiors semen out of her slutty hole, and she blushes as she leans back against the desk and complies. Shyly, she starts to rub at her clit, absentmindedly groping herself before remembering she still had her shirt on and pulling that off as well to reveal a lacy pushup bra that soon joins the rest of her clothes on your desk. Natty's body was classically curved, with much of her flesh going to her shapely thighs and ample ass, though her perky breasts were not unimpressive as well; even if she did constantly push them up to exaggerate their size. The girl pleasures herself in front of you, and once she has moistened herself up she puts her fingers to good use sloshing expertly into her slit. Judging by the sticky mess coating her fingers, Natty had indeed been truthful when she said that she always used a rubber, and soon she was gazing lustfully at your cock, "Mmmmph," she moans, "Can I sir? Please let me sit on it, I promise I won't disappoint you this time..." And when you nod in permission she hurries forward to straddle you, unbuckling and pulling down your pants as she reaches down and strokes some blood back into your diminished dick until it was erect once more. Then with a sultry groan, Natty sits on it.

Sordid heat douses your cock as it slips into the warmth of Natty's belly, her pussy devouring every inch of you until her vulva kisses your root. Her soft breasts press against your face as she wraps her arms around your neck, she looks breathlessly down at you, "Oh sir! You are so... big! You're filling me up!" Her body shudders as she slowly rises before sliding back down it again, her wet folds dragging along your rubbered shaft as she squeezes you tightly, "Please," she gasps, "Cum in me whenever you want, I'll ride you-Oh! Until you finish!" Natty bounces enthusiastically on your manhood, your crotch soon becoming soaked as her pussy drools down onto it, her hips plying the air as she does her best to work your load out. While her head might have been mediocre, Natty's pussy was snug and wet, and before you can stop yourself your hands move to grasp her cheeks, clenching her ass tightly as she rides you. She gasps at this sign of approval, "Oh, sir! Yes! Use me! You can fuck me every day I promise!" Then she cums on your cock, her whole body quivering as yet more cream splatters onto your skin, and with her face bright red, she leans down and kisses you hungrily. You were not entirely too enthused about it, but Natty certainly was, her tongue shoving its way into your mouth as she grinds needily on your dick.

Seemingly surprised that your cock remained unconquered, the young slut leans dangerously backwards, grasping your chair's arms tightly as she searches for the right angle to finish you off. Sweat shimmers on her tanned skin as Natty pushes herself in desperation, her stomach clenching as it grips your shaft for all that it was worth, "Just. Fucking. Cum already!" she hisses in frustration, before remembering her place and begging, "Please cum in me sir! I'm trying my best here!" And to be fair, her best was starting to work on you, your hands squeezing her butt tightly as your balls laboriously start to rise; until with a grunt you haul her back onto you and fully down upon your cock. Natty gasps in relief and pleasure as you finally give in and empty yourself into her, slamming her nubile body against you as you fill the condom with your load. You stifle a groan as her cunt tries to crush your manhood, squeezing it like a vice as it works out every drop of cum in your shaft. When you are finished, she collapses against your chest, breathing heavily as she recovers, her face nestled against your neck. Once she has recuperated enough, you slap her ass to signal for her to unmount you.

Natty scrambles off you, looking worried, but before you could rise she returns to her knees and starts pulling the condom off for you. She waves the swaying sack in front of her face before giving you a sleazy smile and emptying it into her mouth, swallowing every last drop. Natty grimaces slightly, before leaning forward and cleaning your crotch up with her mouth, her tongue lapping up her own juices, "Did-Did I satisfy you, sir? Please?" Her demureness returns as she looks meekly up at you, pausing in her washing as she awaits your answer. You muse upon it, while she had hardly been the best partner you had been with, it had been reasonably entertaining so... You nod, and grandly inform her that her position was secure, and Natty beams with relief, "Oh! Thank you, sir! Thank you!" and to show proper appreciation, she starts sucking you off again. Your dick was still sensitive from orgasm, so it was not long before the stimulation from her eager slurping has you rigid once more. You sigh in enjoyment, and make the sort of decision that you were paid six figures for. You idly inquire that having saved her job, what would Natty say about a promotion? At which the whore stops, and stares up at you in wonder before a grin breaks through her chaste expression.

Natty smoothly stands and bends over your desk, reaching both hands backwards to spread her cheeks to reveal her flushed slit along with her dusky asshole, "I would say," she purrs, "Pick a hole, sir. I'll be your fuck-slut any day of the week!" Fired by a lust that had been often diminished of late, you rise as well, shuffling closer and slapping your member against her sodden labia, causing her to moan eagerly. You grasp her waist to hold her steady, and shove your cock into her pussy until your balls kiss her clit. Natty groans, "Oh fuck, sir! I can feel you... wait!" She glances back in horror, "You forgot to put the condom on!" Whereupon you smack her rear, and cheerfully inform her that as your personal assistant, she would be yours to use exclusively, and so you would not need to worry about contamination from other employees. Natty's eyes widen as she processes this, before giving in and smirking, "Oh, so I'll be getting promoted from the office cumdump to the boss's personal cumdump?" she shudders, her folds moistening noticeably, "Cum in me raw then, sir. Use me however you want!"

And so you do. The clapping of her cheeks was thunderous, and it was a damn good thing your door was soundproofed for security reasons, otherwise the whole floor would have heard it. Natty moans loudly as you plow her from behind, her walls gripping you all the tighter now that you were fucking her unprotected. If anything, the risk of impregnation excites the slut, and you hear her muttering excitedly under her breath about getting knocked up on her boss's desk. Natty's pussy had been wet before, but now it was downright soaking, her juices running down your thighs as her lips slobber all over your shaft. With the added stimulation of her bare skin upon yours, it was not long before your balls are twitching upwards once more. Natty notices your thrusts deepening, and she eagerly urges you on, "Oh fuck, are you going to cum in me, sir? Please, do it! Make me your slut! Oh fuck I'm going to get pregnant!" she screams as you pound away at her curvaceous rear until with a groan, you empty yourself into her. This time your seed spurts directly into Natty's fertile pussy, slowly filling it with your semen as she shakes in the throes of an orgasm.

When you finally leave the warmth of her body, you stagger backward and collapse into your chair, thoroughly exhausted by your exertions. Natty looks winded as well, but she still dutifully plops between your legs and starts sucking her creamy leavings off of your cock, while your own gift to her drips out onto the carpet. Once she had done a reasonable job cleaning off the worst of the mess, she gingerly rises to her feet, grabbing her clothes from your desk and slowly pulling them on, "So...um," she coughs awkwardly, "I am getting that promotion, right?" You wave in acknowledgement, and Natty smiles smugly, "Also, were you serious about the exclusive thing? Because uh, I am kinda popular..." You consider this, the impact on morale would be significant if the office were to suddenly lose access to Natty's free-use holes, so... You compromise, she could sleep with as many women as she liked, but she could only use her mouth to pleasure men. Natty thinks about it, before shrugging, "Sure why not? Okay so, will you be needing me again today or...?" You dismiss her with some warmth, and once she has finished struggling into her tight outfit (her panties were no doubt soon inundated), she waves in goodbye and saunters out of the door as if she had not just been bent over and plowed like a cheap whore by her manager. Your secretary peeks inside thoughtfully, and when your eyes meet, you can tell she has inferred exactly what happened, and she winks knowingly, wiggling her tongue between two fingers to indicate your shared bond. Was there anyone Natty hadn't fucked?

With a tired sigh you roll your chair forward once more, and start mentally thinking about what excuse you could use to fit another HR manager into the budget, when you realize that while the executive meeting had been muted, you certainly had not been, and your camera had been on the entire time. Utterly mortified, you frantically unmute the call's audio as a dozen somber faces stare back at you from the virtual meeting room. But before you could muster any excuses they break into laughter and raucous cheers, congratulating you on your excellent performance! The C-Suite howl and pound at their desks in approbation, causing more than a few heads to quizzically pop up in front of them before being pushed back down again. You are shocked and more than a little relieved to hear that the executive team had extremely impressed, and were adding you to the fast track for promotions, they needed a man like you who could fuck on the team! After all, nothing was more tedious than having some prissy loser who wouldn't join in the weekly executive orgies! With that stunning information bouncing between your ears, the meeting ends, and you consider just what a morning it had been.

It seems like it would become even easier to resist hitting send on your resignation, mostly due to it being difficult to reach for your mouse while you were busy pumping Natty's nubile pussy full of cum.

866 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

Full Annie bole dm

3K notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

✈️🚽♡

9K notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

Choices

~6k words, Dating Seraphs Part 10, smut, male reader

“I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” Sakura yawned, rubbing her eyes.

“Kkura I’m fucking scared.”

She took one proper look at you and that was enough to let the drowsiness instantly fade from her face. The fact that it was the break of dawn and that she had just rolled out of bed a moment earlier seemingly no longer mattered. Shrugging her shoulders to protect herself from the cold, Sakura shut the door behind her and stepped out into the crisp morning air, pulling her robe tight around her body.

“What happened?” she asked softly, her beautiful, round eyes widened. Her expression was warm, despite the chilly morning air.

“What if she doesn’t take it well?” you asked, your breath catching in the cold and your teeth clattering.

“Let’s slow down for a second,” Sakura began shivering. “But first, can we go inside? It’s freezing out here.”

“Uh…”

“Oh, right,” Sakura frowned. “Car?”

“That works,” you agreed, turning around and leading Sakura towards where you parked.

Sakura got into the passenger seat as you turned on the car.

“Much better,” Sakura shivered, holding her hands up to the vents as you started blasting the heat. “Alright, now do you want to explain what you’re talking about?”

“I slept on it, like you said,” you began anxiously. “I can’t shake my head around… I can’t stop thinking about her.”

Sakura sighed, her eyes shimmering with compassion. Her gaze was soft and understanding, radiating a soothing energy that promised there would be no judgment on her end.

“You’re going to need to clarify who you’re talking about.”

“Sorry. It’s Zuha. I can’t get that girl out of my head. I swear ever since she confessed, I’ve felt something inside me that I just haven’t been able to shake.”

“Then I guess you have your answer.”

“Isn’t it fucked up though?” you raised your voice unintentionally, nearly shouting at the girl without even realizing it. “Sorry, I just mean like, for Chaewon, I feel awful. I still really love her, I think, but I think I also have feelings for Kazuha? I don’t know, nothing makes sense to me anymore, what am I supposed to do?”

“I’m not here to tell you what’s right and wrong,” Sakura replied calmly. “I love both of those girls with all of my heart.”

“And I still have a lot of love for both of them.”

“But you can’t see both of them romantically,” Sakura smiled gently. “There’s no real nice way to put it, you have to pick one.”

“It just feels wrong,” you let out an exasperated sigh. “Why can’t I just have them both?”

“It’s one thing to sleep with both of them, but it’s another to have feelings for both,” Sakura chuckled. “Unfortunately, I don’t think it would be fair to either girl if you tried keeping both.”

It sucked to hear, even if for just a moment you tried to trick yourself into thinking it would be possible. “You’re right, I know, it just blows.”

“And I’m not telling you which one you should pick, that’s your decision,” Sakura continued. “Lucky you, by the way, in the grand scheme of things there are worse choices to be left with.”

“I know, I’m making my own life difficult.”

“I’m not saying it’s an easy choice.”

“But I have to make it.”

“Yeah, you do,” Sakura pursed her lips as her expression bled empathy. “They both really like you, more than you probably know.”

“That doesn’t make it easier.”

“My bad,” Sakura chuckled before her expression turned more serious. “If it makes you feel better, I know better than anyone that you’ll do right by Chaewon even if you decide to move onto Kazuha.”

Better than anyone. Something about that comment didn’t exactly sit right with you, and immediately you figured something was wrong.

“Sakura?” you gave her a look of confusion as you fixated on that one line.

“I’m fine,” her voice cracked as she quickly turned away from you to look out the passenger side window.

“I… are you…” your voice trailed off, and it was like there was a rock in your throat. All of a sudden you couldn’t speak, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You reached out for Sakura’s shoulder with your hand.

“I said I’m fine,” she repeated firmly, pulling her shoulder away from your touch, still staring out the window. “Just… give me a second, please.”

“Sure, let me know,” you leaned back slowly.

This couldn’t be much further from what you expected the conversation would be like. It all happened too fast, you were still trying to comprehend how it turned into this. You kept your gaze fixated on Sakura’s back, confused and worried about her, forgetting about your own dilemma for the moment.

She brought one of her hands up to her face, presumably wiping her eyes with the cuff of her robe, followed by a couple of silent sobs. Her body trembled just enough for you to notice, as if she was still outside in the cold, but the car was as warm as it could be. She let out one final sniffle, shrugging her shoulders as she took a deep breath and turned back to face you.

“Sorry about that,” she stated, her beautiful round eyes stained scarlet. “As I was saying-”

“Sakura,” you cut in, barely hearing your own voice over your thumping heart. “Are you okay?”

A shaky exhale escaped her lips as her brow furrowed. Her lip began to tremble, and her eyelids began blinking rapidly. She nodded, unable to find her voice.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Sakura laughed as a couple of tears flew down her face. “About how pathetic I am? How it takes one mention of our past to send me down a fucking rabbit hole all night?”

“What are you talking about? You’re not pathetic-”

“Aren’t I?” she shouted, her voice unstable and shaky, each syllable wavering and threatening collapse. “I bet you didn’t think about it at all after we stopped talking last night.”

“Of course I did,” you responded unconvincingly, fully aware that she knew you were lying.

“Yeah? Did you also spend all night looking at pictures? Pictures that I refused to delete? Even though I told myself I would?” Sakura snapped back. “That’s what I thought.”

It was tough to hear and you were admittedly at a loss for words, staring at Sakura as she was on the verge of fresh tears. It hurt so unbelievably bad to see her like this. You’ve known this girl for years and seeing her in this state was a rare occurrence, but it was so fucking difficult whenever it happened. You hated it. You hated every second of what was happening in this car.

“I’m fine,” Sakura choked, still struggling to get the words out. “Being reminded last night just really had me thinking about those days.”

“I’m sorry-”

“It took me a really long time to forgive you,” Sakura confessed, ignoring your apology. “Like, a really fucking long time.”

“I had no idea-”

“I once told Zuha I was going to murder you in your sleep.”

“Oh,” you raised your eyebrows. “Understandable, very reasonable.”

“Don’t patronize me,” Sakura scoffed. “What you did was… honestly it’s been long enough, I’m going to say it. What you did was fucked up.”

“Excuse me? We both agreed to end things when we ended them,” you finally found your voice and defended yourself. “How can you put all the blame on me like that?”

“You’re right, we both agreed,” Sakura retaliated with her voice full of rage. “I’m talking about the reason you gave and what you did right after.”

“You mean-”

“Yes you fucking asshole,” Sakura interjected. “Do you have any idea how much that hurt me? And it’s not like she knew a thing, I made sure to never tell her, because it wasn’t her fault, she didn’t deserve to have that in her mind.”

“I didn’t plan for things to happen the way they did, you know this. It just… things just happened the way they did, no one could have seen it coming.”

“I. Fucking. Know,” Sakura sighed with exasperation, frustratingly agreeing as if she knew she had no other option. “Of course I fucking know, I’m the one who basically…” she sighed deeper with heavy pent up frustration behind her before adding in a nearly-silent whisper. “But it still really hurt.”

“I’m really sorry Kkura, I-”

“Never thought about it? Had no idea? Why would you? You had a pretty girl obsessed with you while all I had was fucking nothing, nothing but the pleasure of watching you replace me in less than… however long it was. I don’t even give a fuck about that part, it’s just the reason you gave me.”

She was right, to a degree. It’s not that you hadn’t thought about it, but you clearly did not realize how much you put her through, or perhaps you were just too much of a dickhead to care. She deserved better, and it took you far too long to realize this, you hurt the girl who was there for you far more than you ever could have known.

“Kkura-”

“Alright, fine, maybe I did care about that part as well, maybe I felt like what we had wasn’t very special if you could replace me that quickly. I don’t know, but I could have overlooked it,” Sakura kept going, not letting you get a word in. “Really it’s probably my fault, I could have said no when you asked me that night, I could have just ignored your text, never set you up on that date.”

“That’s not fair at all, no one could have ever predicted that night to turn into what it did. Chaewon wasn’t even in the picture at that point. It wasn’t even supposed to be her, you know this, things just kinda fell into place after.”

“Obviously I do, I set it up,” Sakura snapped at you. “And we both know damn well how I don’t have it in me to ignore you like that, but I probably should have.”

“Sakura, I know I hurt you,” you began as you chose your next words carefully. “But you know my first date with Chaewon was before the announcement, right? I had no idea she was going to debut again, she didn’t tell me until way later.”

“Even if you knew, it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but it still matters,” you replied softly. “The reason I gave you was genuine, and I don’t think I would have gone forward with Chaewon had I known about the group. You believe me, right?”

She paused for a moment to think about what you said. “Yeah, I do, and honestly I don’t really blame you, I know I don’t,” Sakura replied, her voice losing the anger and being replaced with a touch of dejection - one that stung much more than when she was yelling at you. “I get it, I saw the way you looked at her. It was clear as day you were madly in love with her, and you two were just so perfect together.”

“That must have made it even harder on you,” you muttered, your vision starting to blur. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Sakura replied bluntly. “How could I be upset? Chaewon was happier than I had ever seen her. I was happy for her. Of course I was. It’s not her fault.”

Words once again escaped your brain.

“As mad as I was, I was also secretly happy for you as well,” Sakura confessed with a smile stained with melancholy. “It may sound stupid, but even though we didn’t work out, deep down I still wanted to see you happy. Oh, who am I fucking kidding, it wasn’t that deep down. I wanted you to be happy, even when you hurt me. Pathetic as fuck, right?”

“And I also want to see you happy, does that make me pathetic too?” you replied, wiping your eyes with the back of your hands. “I hope you know I really mean that, I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. And my reason wasn’t bullshit, I swear I really felt that way, I just wasn’t expecting that whole thing to unfold the way it did.”

“I know, I don’t think either of us expected it, I didn’t even know it was an option,” Sakura mumbled quietly under her breath. “I promise I never held it against Chaewon.”

“Just against me.”

“Only at the start,” Sakura laughed softly as the tears finally spilled. “You know how I said I know you’d do right by Chaewon? Yeah, as much as you hurt me, there’s a reason I didn’t actually murder you in your sleep.”

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know, but sometimes things happen,” Sakura smiled faintly, her eyes glistening as she fought the losing battle against the wave of emotion threatening to break through. “Seeing how happy you made Chaewon made it a lot easier for me to forgive you.”

Just like that, tears also began flowing down your face in a way you couldn’t control.

“That… wasn’t supposed to be…” Sakura stammered quickly.

“Sakura I’m so-” you choked up before finishing your thought.

“It’s okay,” Sakura whispered, leaning over and wrapping you up in her arms. “I promise it’s okay. I’m here with you.”

It took you a few moments - squeezing Sakura tenderly - before you were able to compose yourself again. You let go of her slowly and another wave of warmth shot through your body when you saw her face tear-soaked.

“It’s all behind us now,” Sakura said softly. “Just like I was able to forgive you, I’m confident Chaewon will, too.”

“Does that mean you think she’ll be mad at me?”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that,” Sakura quickly backtracked. “This situation is different.”

“Isn’t this one worse?” you asked nervously. “Fuck, Sakura I don’t know anymore, maybe this is all a mistake.”

“I don’t think you should doubt yourself, just listen to what your heart’s telling you. It’s also kinda too late to back out now, think about Zuha.”

“You really think so?”

“I don’t see a better option, but it’s definitely complicated,” Sakura replied nervously. “Just be thoughtful when it’s time to tell Chaewon, if you’re mean to her, maybe I will have to murder you in your sleep.”

“Then let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” you half-smiled. “But let’s be honest, we both know I could never hurt that girl on purpose, ever.”

“You probably thought that about… actually let’s not go there again,” Sakura returned your smile half-heartedly. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad.”

“I really hope you’re right.”

“Fingers crossed,” Sakura chuckled, wiping her face clean as she opened the door.

The two of you stepped into the brisk air once more. You walked around your car to Sakura who was waiting for you. Without speaking a single word, the two of you embraced in a tight hug, properly this time.

“Thank you,” you mumbled into her shoulder, the coldness of the morning being completely replaced by the warmth of Sakura’s hug.

“Good luck with everything, I’m always here for you if I can help with anything,” Sakura whispered back before letting go of you and shooting you a nervous glance. “When do you plan on talking to them?”

The talk with Sakura ended up creeping just a bit of doubt into your decision, but your mind was still set. You knew, as much as you didn’t want to do it, this conversation had to happen at some point soon because the longer you waited the worse it would become. With that in mind, you returned Sakura’s nervous expression with a look of determination.

“Right now.”

—

“Hey,” you whispered, peeking your head through the door to see if she was awake.

“Oh! I thought it was Kkura,” Kazuha blurted out as she looked up from her phone. “What are you doing here so early?”

“I came to see you, actually,” you answered while opening the door a bit more. “Mind if I come in?”

“Oh, uh, yeah of course,” she replied, sitting up in her bed and putting her phone aside. “Come, sit. What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

Kazuha raised an eyebrow at you as if you were an idiot. “I pieced together that much,” she giggled softly. “Did you not sleep well? Your eyes are a bit red.”

“Oh no that’s just-”

“You don’t have pinkeye do you?” Kazuha leaned back away from you. “I really don’t want to wear an eye patch, not during promos.”

“No, Zuha, it’s not pinkeye,” you smiled meekly.

“Okay good!” she giggled again, leaning back in and cuddling up next to you before quickly pulling away in fear. “Uh, sorry, that was… I probably shouldn’t do stuff like that right now with the whole… sorry…”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” you scooted closer to her as her face turned a shade light pink. “Forget everything else for a moment, because things are a bit complicated, but just listen to me. I like you, Zuha. A lot.”

“Oh,” Kazuha blushed even harder. “T-Thank you? I also like you, a lot.”

“I want to make you my girlfriend.”

“What?” Kazuha began blinking rapidly as if she couldn’t believe her ears. “But what about-”

“I told you, please just for a moment forget everything else, we’ll figure that stuff out,” you cut her off. “Just tell me, would you like that?”

Kazuha pondered your words. Unknown to you, her heart was beating harder than it ever has before. “I… I would…” she muttered before smiling brightly at you with her eyes twinkling. “Yes, I would.”

Just like that, you knew you made the correct choice. The way she looked at you, the way you felt right now, everything was perfect. You wanted nothing more in life than this girl sitting next to you, that precious smile and those pure eyes. Your insides were burning up in a warmth of comfort and love that you didn’t know you felt towards this girl, all of a sudden it just came rushing in. That gnawing sensation you’ve had inside you ever since her confession, it finally made sense.

Unfortunately, the feeling only lasted for a fleeting moment before reality came crashing in and Chaewon popped into your mind again.

“What’s wrong?” Kazuha looked concerned as she immediately noticed your shift. She pulled you into her arms, just like Sakura did earlier. “I guess we need to address the elephant in the room.”

“How am I supposed to tell her?” you whispered, pulling away from Kazuha slowly. “I want this, I really do, but I don’t want to hurt Chaewon.”

“And I don’t either,” Kazuha agreed as worry filled her expression. “Should we talk to her together?”

“You think that’s better? It’s a bit of a unique situation, I don’t really know what to do.”

“I don’t either,” Kazuha smiled softly. “You’d be my first relationship, remember?”

“I guess we’ll be traversing some uncharted territory together,” you smiled back at her before leaning in.

Without thinking, you kissed her. As soon as your lips touched, you froze, regretting and realizing this probably wasn��t the right time - but then you felt Kazuha kiss back. You let her take control as she ended up on top of you, her lips pressed softly against yours.

“Zuha,” you whispered into her mouth.

“You asked me to forget everything else, just for a moment,” she whispered back before kissing you again. “Can we really forget it all, please?”

“You mean?”

“Yes,” she gasped as she sat up and began taking off her shorts. “Can we?”

Your mind went a bit hazy as you thought back to the other night. The memories of how good Kazuha felt flooded into your brain.

“Fuck it,” you also began lowering your pants before you flipped Kazuha onto her back and spread her legs.

“Is this wrong?” she asked, looking up at you with her hair framing her face as if she was some sort of angel laying there beneath you.

“Probably,” you shrugged as you pulled her underwear to the side. “We could stop, we don’t have to do this right now.”

“No!” her voice cracked, immediately followed by an intense red glow of her cheeks. “I just mean… uh…”

“Don’t explain, I understand,” you smiled down at her as you lined yourself up. “Whatever happens in this room this morning, it’s between us and only us, let’s agree to put everything else on pause, alright?”

“I’d like that,” Kazuha nodded at you before spreading her legs a bit wider. “Go slow?”

“Let me know,” you whispered back as you pressed yourself forward carefully. You leaned in close, slipped your hands under Kazuha’s body, and pressed your mouth to her neck, kissing it softly as she flexed her body. “Try to relax, if you can.”

“It’s really fucking tight,” Kazuha whispered, arching her back.

“Should I stop?”

Kazuha hesitated, taking a couple deep breaths before speaking. “No, not yet, just… just slowly…”

“Okay,” you moved up a bit and began lifting Kazuha’s shirt up.

She helped you take it off, exposing her perky tits, letting a sweet moan escape her lips as you pressed your mouth to her chest.

“Oh that’s nice,” she whispered as you started moving your hips. “Good, but still really tight.”

“Hold on,” you moved your hips back and pulled out. “How about we slow down even more?”

Kazuha bit her lip. “I’m sorry, for some reason I’m more nervous this time.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled reassuringly while bringing your fingers between her legs. With delicate and deliberate movements, you tried your best to ease her nerves, slowly pressing where she was most sensitive. “We can take our time, or we can try again another time, it’s up to you.”

“How about a different position?” Kazuha suggested as she pressed her fingers down on top of yours and pressed them down a bit harder. “But this feels nice.”

“Yeah? Should we just keep doing this?” you asked before leaning into her again and kissing her collarbone.

“This feels really nice,” Kazuha moaned softly as she pressed her fingers even harder, guiding your hand around her pussy.

Your fingers began sliding easier as time passed. The gentle sound of wetness, accompanied by Kazuha’s eyes shutting and her features softening, put you into a state of ease. It was working, and you didn’t want to stop. You had her entire body relaxing, you could almost see each and every fiber of Kazuha’s toned muscles relax.

She began moaning in a musical-like tone, one that screamed class and innocence with just a touch of naughty. It fit her so well, that pretty - unbelievably pretty - face. Even as she scrunched up her expression, she just looked so fucking pretty. You could stare at her all day.

While this was going on, the pressure building up in your cock was becoming too much. You couldn’t help but start stroking yourself to the view, trying to relax your own body as Kazuha began squirming beneath your fingers. It took a lot of self control, you knew that you could finish in just moments if you let yourself go, but right now you were more concerned with how Kazuha felt.

“You’re so beautiful,” you muttered softly under your breath as Kazuha’s body began trembling. He moans crescendoed, that beautiful voice of hers piercing your ears, but despite the increase in pitch, she stayed quiet. Elegant, in a way, even as she started cumming on your fingers, the epitome of grace and tenderness.

“I want it,” Kazuha moaned, fluttering her eyes open as she let go of your hand.

“What were you thinking? You wanna try being on top again?”

“No,” Kazuha smiled before pulling you closer. “Just like this, I want to see you, to kiss you. Is that fine?”

“Absolutely,” you gasped as Kazuha spread her legs a bit wider for you and took hold of your cock. She gave you a couple of soft strokes before rubbing her thumb against your tip, pressing against the little glob of precum. “That sounds perfect.”

With your cock in hand, you slid forward between her legs, pressing your tip against her entrance.

“Come on,” Kazuha replied while spreading herself even more, showing off her flexibility. “I need this.”

“So do I,” you muttered as you eased your cock into her pussy.

This time was a million times better than last time. She was still perfectly tight, but her pussy accepted your cock beautifully. The warmth and snugness hugged your cock like a blanket, bringing you unmatched comfort and sensation. She had the most ideal pussy.

She was like a flower, her soft and delicate curves moist to your touch. There was this warmth, this allure, that kept you captivated. You were entranced by Kazuha’s body, so much so that you felt this irresistible urge of greediness within you.

As carefully as you could, you grabbed Kazuha’s neck from behind and began kissing her deeply. Once you started, you pressed your thumb against her clit, making little circles along her skin. Your tongue slipped past her lips, gently intertwining and mixing against hers, while you worked her entire body.

“You feel so good,” you whispered as you leaned away from the kiss.

“Give it to me,” Kazuha pleaded with her eyes wide. “Please.”

So you picked up the tempo, pushing your hips harder, pressing your cock deeper. You slowly broke down that layer of delicateness that you viewed Kazuha through - her expression was basically begging for it. The more you fucked Kazuha, the harder you went, and the better it felt.

At this point, your thrusts had lost almost all degrees of tenderness, and both your hands had found their way to Kazuha’s hips. She took it well, bracing herself as you pressed your fingers into her skin and slammed your cock against her pussy. She showed no signs of anything other than raw pleasure as she took your cock over and over.

If she felt good, you felt fucking amazing. You lightened the grip you had on her hips as you slowed down your thrusting. This wasn’t a moment you wanted to rush, but you could only slow down so much - your body wouldn’t let you stop completely, it was out of your control. Still, you made do, sliding your hands up Kazuha’s body and giving her tits a few little squeezes. Her body was fucking amazing.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were too close to hold back. Despite your best efforts, it was already too late, so you took hold of Kazuha’s hips once more, pushing down on Kazuha’s body and shoving your cock into her as hard and fast as you could. Kazuha’s moans filled your ears as she shut her eyes and arched her back beneath you.

She looked so fucking good right now, even as your vision was going blurry. You held on for just a bit longer, fighting back any fatigue as your cock throbbed harder than ever. Her warm pussy felt better than heaven in this moment, and with a couple of final thrusts and grunts, you began launching your cum deep inside her pussy.

“Zuha,” you grunted a final time as your body gave up, collapsing onto her.

The next few moments had you in a trance as you let your cock pulse inside Kazuha’s warmth as she wrapped her arms around your body, rubbing your back softly.

“You feel so good,” Kazuha whispered against your ear. “Oh fuck, you feel so damn good, cum for me, fill me up.”

Such gentle words when delivered through her voice, but she was driving you insane right now. You almost felt paralyzed inside her as your cock just kept on spilling cum again and again, the pulsing felt like it went forever. It took so much strength for you to finally, carefully ease yourself out of Kazuha’s body. Even lifting yourself up off her was a task.

“Fuck, that’s a lot,” you mumbled as you pulled out, leaving your cum spilling between Kazuha’s legs as you reached for some tissues. “One second.”

“Wow,” Kazuha muttered as she gently rubbed herself, spreading your cum around, playing with it between her fingers. “That was something.”

“Something good or something not good?” you asked as you sat back down on the bed next to her.

“Something amazing,” Kazuha smiled softly. “But also a bit inappropriate.”

“If it makes you feel better, Chaewon technically wanted me to do this,” you carefully wiped her inner thighs clean before tossing the tissues away. “Although it still feels a bit wrong.”

“Oh,” Kazuha turned her head away from you.

“Not you, that felt amazing,” you quickly pulled her into your arms for a hug before grabbing her by both shoulders and staring tenderly into her eyes. “Zuha, let there be no confusion, that was fucking perfect.”

“Right, sorry, I guess I’m still just a bit…” her voice tapered off as she looked up at you and gave you a weak smile.

“You’re. Perfect. And. Amazing,” you whispered, kissing her neck between each word. “It’s totally natural to be a bit-”

“Sensitive?” Kazuha finished your sentence. “Because I am, I’ll admit it.”

“And that’s completely okay. What I said was stupidly phrased. I’m sorry,” you wrapped an arm tightly around Kazuha’s shoulders, pulling her to sit next to you, and leaned against her head. “Things are just messy, but we'll figure it out. Together.”

“I hope so,” Kazuha sighed softly. Her hand began exploring your thigh, inching towards your shaft slowly until she gently caressed it with her fingertips. “I wish there was some sort of way that we could do this without all the mess.”

“Zuha, you know it doesn’t work like that.”

“I know,” her voice faded softly and she unwrapped your arm from her shoulder, leaning away from you and turning towards you. “Okay, this might sound stupid since you call me Zuha all the time, but I loved that. This time it felt… different?”

“I’m glad,” you smiled as a wave of warmth flooded your body. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly,” you kissed the top of her head. “But one thing - do not call me daddy.”

“Oh no I could never,” Kazuha agreed quickly, sounding completely put off just by the thought of it as she rested her head against your body again. “I guess we should probably talk about boundaries and stuff at some point.”

“We have a lot to talk about, but maybe we should wait until…”

“Until after you talk to Chaewon?”

“Yeah, I think,” you replied as your mind drifted into thought, trying to figure out how to go about things, gently stroking Kazuha’s hair. “Hey, I thought you said we should both talk to her together?”

“Well, I think you got it, I don’t know what I’d say.”

“I don’t even know what I’m going to say,” you sighed. “Zuha, do you think this might cause problems with the group dynamic?”

“Truthfully? At first, yeah, I did,” Kazuha answered quietly. “But then I got to thinking.”

There was a pause, a bit longer than you expected. Kazuha lifted and turned herself slightly so that she could look up at you.

“And?” you encouraged her to continue as the anticipation grew.

“Promise you’ll keep this between us?”

“I promise.”

“I’m serious, you can’t tell anyone.”

“Zuha, yes, I know. Not a soul.”

“Alright,” she bit her lip nervously. “I think there might have been a bit of… something… between Sakura and Chaewon at the very beginning.”

“Oh?” you waited for her to continue as you thought back to what Sakura told you in the car earlier.

“Look, I met them a bit after everyone else, but I could tell there was some sort of… resentment? I don’t exactly know, and maybe it was just because we were all getting to know each other.”

“Well, most of you were.”

“So you see what I’m saying?” Kazuha pursed her lips. “Chaewon and Sakura barely talked. I never understood it since they knew each other already, but then, seemingly overnight, the two of them became closer than ever. I don’t know if the others ever noticed it.”

“Chaewon never gave me details, but I sort of know around when this happened,” you explained. “She told me she spent a night with Sakura, and I didn’t really ask questions.”

“Right. Anyway, the reason I brought this up is because I really think no matter how the conversation with her goes, as a group we’ll get through things, we always do.”

Her words were reassuring at least, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit better. “Thank you, really.”

Then, you leaned in, but before you could kiss her, Kazuha lunged up towards you and pressed her lips against yours, catching you a bit by surprise. She kissed you aggressively until you fell onto your back with her on top of you. It felt like this kiss would go on forever, and maybe it would have if it weren’t for the knock on the door.

“I don’t know what’s going on in there, but I really need to get ready!” Sakura's voice came through the door.

---

A/N:

I posted a poll and based on the first day responses, Dating Seraphs was in the lead. Ask and you shall receive!

The Kazuha arc continues! Maybe? Probably? I guess next chapter will have more answers. The talk with Chaewon, the history with Sakura, sex with Kazuha, there's so much to cover in the next few chapters! Also, there's a cameo appearance coming soon that I can't imagine anyone will be able to guess because I don't know if I've ever talked about this idol, but we'll see how popular she is among my readers (ex-izone member). I'll give this chapter at least a few days to marinate before my next post.

Based on how things are going in my writing world and the initial responses to that poll, Dating Seraphs needs attention. My next post will probably either be Debauchery p2 or something in the roommates universe, followed by Dating Seraphs ch11, and then most likely I'll give Twice some love and post an update to that story. Of course, this is subject to change!

Feedback, requests, messages, comments, asks, whatever you feel like sending, feel free. I'm a bit more active these days with writing stuff, but just please be considerate if you're going to send something. I've gotten a few questionable DMs recently. Use common sense!

877 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

Anies Bigo Tetek Besar 🤤

❗FULL VIDEO PM TELE@scollection1❗

❗PROMO RM100/8GROUP❗

2K notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

Karina: Hotwife NTR/Cuckold Confessions

Length 2.6k Features cuckolding, hotwife, interracial, BNWO/BBC, big black cock etc

Marriage had been easy at first, even fun, I had expected boredom to set in quickly but we kept finding ways to entertain one another for a whole two years. After the honeymoon phase and we'd exhausted everything there was to do in our area it felt repetitive, like we'd done it all before a few too many times, I could tell Karina was getting bored of it, her responses got shorter and the time we'd spend in separate rooms or doing other things by ourselves grew longer.

We work in the same office building and last year I began to hear the rumors, at first my blood would boil, they had to be pulling a joke on me because my sweet and beautiful Karina would never seek out another man behind my back. I chose not to believe the rumors, that is what they were after all, rumors, nothing more. But people would ask questions about whether we were still together, I'd ask why wouldn't we be and they'd say something vague or just a simple "oh" before giving me a concerned look before leaving.

After so many of these awkward questions I began to pry and ask why they were being asked, they were vague at first, unwilling to tell me the truth. It wasn't until last November I finally got a straight answer out of a coworker, one of my best friends, granted I had to get him near blackout drunk to wrench it out of him. He told me Karina had been fucking every swinging dick in the building, that all the conferences she'd been going to were really just scheduled fuck sessions with whoever wanted to use her that day.

He went on to tell me a story that made me so mad I couldn't sit at the bar anymore, that my sweet and innocent Karina had wrapped those big beautiful tits of hers around even the black janitors cock, that she'd let him violate her in a closet, that she'd slobbered all over his dick and came home that same day to kiss me for 10 minutes straight. I couldn't see straight as I wandered home drunk and angry, my blood pressure felt like my head would remove itself from my shoulders before I made it home.

I slid the key in only to find my front door was already unlocked and the first thing I saw the second it was open was some big chiseled black guy sitting bare-assed on my couch with my naked Karina's tits around his horsecock pumping him with her mouth wide open swallowing the head and whatever amount of shaft she could fit. For a few seconds they didn't even acknowledge me, I had to say her name out loud then watch them both jump.

It was humiliating for me, my fists were balled up and I stared at him, I knew I couldn't possibly fight him as he stared me down and I looked at my wife to say "what the fuck?" to which she tried to stand up and make a reply but faltered as his hand gripped her hair and shoved her pretty face back down on his big black cock. I watched as she obeyed him, not me her husband, she obeyed this nasty and clearly unwashed random that I recognized as the guy I'd hired a couple weeks ago, he worked in the mailroom and barely made a third of my salary.

"KARINA!" I shouted, but she just looked up at him, her eyes wide as he ran his hands through her hair. "Your wife is busy," he said to me, both his hands in her hair as he pushed his hips up into her mouth and fed her the biggest and fattest cock I'd ever seen. I wanted to do something, anything, she'd always said mine was enough for her but watching her slurp and slobber all over him made me feel so inferior, I could feel her slipping away from me and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Karina groaned and gasped as she worked his BBC, I just kept saying her name over and over, hoping she'd stop but she never did. I watched as she snugged those big breasts around his juicy cock and she bit her lip staring up at him with her hands making sure her fleshy mounds wouldn't let his black pipe spring free. "You like that, daddy?" She asked him, I felt disgust wash over me as I sank into the chair and watched helplessly. "You like my big fucking tits around your big fat fucking black cock?" She asked him, to which he groaned and grabbed her neck.

"Sit the fuck down," he growled at me, his hands choking my Karina until she turned red in the cheeks, she never stopped bouncing those jiggling tits up and down on his throbbing dick even as the air was cut off to her lungs. I could feel my pathetic erection growing as she took pleasure in being choked and used, his hips fucked her chest until big beads of glistening sweat began to roll down her cheeks, neck and chest. My Karina was working so hard to please this lowlife, much harder than she'd ever worked for me.

He gripped her under the armpits and lifted her up before bending her over on the couch, his fat cock slapped against her asscheeks loudly and my eyes closed. When they opened I saw Karina staring right at me, her eyes were full of dominant lust, biting her bottom lip so hard I was sure she'd draw blood but she fortunately didn't, she only managed a moan with her mouth dropping wide as he pushed deep inside her pussy. I hated it, I hated every second of it, then I hated it even more when I realized he was barebacking her, that was something only her husband should be doing.

The way he slid in is burned into my mind, I watched pathetically as he took her from behind and all I could see was my Karina's eyes that locked with mine before they closed and she let out a scream of pleasure before burying her face in her hands. "He's so fucking big baby," she moaned to me, words I didn't want to hear but they made my cock twitch regardless. His hips began to rock back and forth, he pumped my Karina deep and slow with his big hands slapping at her perfect ass.

Red handprints appeared on her cheeks, his hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her against him with his huge hung cock driving inward to make her scream and squirm. "Oooo so fucking good!" She shouted, "so fucking deep, he's going to stretch me so much I won't be able to feel you for a while, honey," she moaned to me, rising to her hands to be on all fours in front of him with her eyes locked on mine. I must have been pure crimson red at this point, I radiated angry heat but couldn't stop myself from pulling my own dick out and stroking slowly.

"That's it, be my cuck," she said over to me, "a couple times a week is all I need to save our marriage," she continued, and that's when I felt it click that once or twice a week watching my beautiful wife might not be such a terrible compromise, it would be hard at first, surely, but not impossible, especially if it meant keeping my beloved busty trophy wife on my arm. I swallowed my pride and looked over at her, in a shaky voice I asked "does it feel good?" and felt my cock throb as she moaned deeply and replied with "baby it feels so fucking good, his cock is so thick," she cooed to me as she bit into the soft skin of her own forearm to stifle her screaming.

Me and her never looked away from each other as he started to pound her faster, I watched her whole body shake and jiggle, his hands wrapped around those big swinging tits and kneaded them, his groans grew louder the more he pumped. I didn't realize at the time but my stroking had increased with the pace, I couldn't avert my eyes as he pleasured my Karina, she didn't need to say anything as her eyes told me the entire story.

Karina looked at me and got back up on her hands, "like this, cuck?" She asked as she started to throw her ass back against him, their sweaty hips clapped together loudly, "I love it," I said back to her without even thinking about it, it was too late to stop myself, I was invested in seeing her go all out and be the best slut she could be. I could feel the excitement rushing through me as I gave up and began to enjoy the show, my Karina was practically stopping this muscular black bull in his tracks with her hips working him on all fours.

She leaned forward until his BBC slipped out and she sat him down, climbing into his lap and straddling his built thighs. She reached back and gripped that girthy black monster dick until it was pointed right at the lips of her pussy, her hips lowered themselves onto the head and her hand pulled away as it slowly disappeared inside that slippery wet slit until she couldn't fit any more. She put her hands on his chest and got up on her feet, her knees curled with his hands around her ass cheeks as she squatted on his cock, I watched as she began to bounce in his lap, almost able to take the entirety of his oversized piston.

I'd never seen her take this position before, she took so much of his BBC it was ridiculous, I couldn't believe just how much she was managing to take all on her own. Her moans sounded so erotic, so deep and raspy, occasionally growling when she went too deep and felt a sudden rush of pain in her lower body. All I could see was her perfectly round ass, her long black hair and the side profile of those big boobs I loved so much, jealousy came over me as he began to suck on each one.

Her hands wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him into her chest, he sucked on each tit until he'd had enough, both of her breasts were covered in glistening spit as he pulled away and slapped her ass over and over as they moaned together. Karina threw her head back and he kissed her neck, sucking on it hardly as she rolled her hips and worked his black dick for everything she could get out of it.

Her hips were fast, much faster than she'd ever been with me, she was working him deep and every bounce sent out a resounding clap from their skin meeting. His fat hanging balls bounced beneath her, I admired how big they were in comparison to mine, I thought to myself that if I were hung like him Karina probably would never cheat on me, but I couldn't change that and went back to watching with my now throbbing cock in hand, stroking myself dumbly as she pleasured herself on thick ebony cock.

His arms wrapped my Karina up in his strong arms and rolled her over, his dick never left her pussy as he began to pump her in a deep missionary position. Karina looked back at me through an opening between his bicep and his side, her face contorting and making expressions of bliss and pleasure with every deep pump of his BBC into her. She looked at me then up at him, her pale hands and legs contrasted against his dark skin as she wrapped them all around him, her legs gripping his waist and her hands gripping his muscular back that flexed and bulged as he pounded her.

In and out, loud wet thrusts filled my ears only to be broken up by Karina's occasional glance over at me, she'd smile and I could tell she was happy, I started to feel that if she was happy I was happy, even if it meant allowing her to be with other men, she'd be my hotwife and I felt the anger and blood pressure begin to subside as I slowly began to accept my new role in our relationship.

"Cum for me you cuckold," she said over to me, watching as I stroked myself quickly and moaned at the touch of my own hand, the pleasure felt amplified by multitudes with every word she spoke to me. I could feel myself about to cum but held it back as long as I could. I watched as Karina shook and shuddered, cumming all over his big black fuckrod until she laid her head to the side and bit at her finger, her moans were the deepest and most lewd they'd ever been, I couldn't hold it back any longer.

Just as my pathetic cock began to dribble a load across my designer suit I managed to watch as he grunted and lifted his hips high in the air to impale my Karina. She screamed and moaned, her fingers digging into his back with her breasts bouncing and jiggling on her chest, "I'm gonna fucking cum bitch," he said down to her, his hands wrapped around her pale neck again and choked her until she went wide-eyed and arched her back upward.

He leaned over her and pressed his thick lips to hers, his tongue invaded her mouth without resistance as he pumped her full of potent seed from his unprotected cock. My dick stood straight up even though I'd already came, the thought of my Karina taking him bare was suddenly so hot and nasty, I loved watching his dick pump every last drop deep inside her until he had nothing left in those thick leathery cum barrels he called balls.

All three of us had reached climax in the span of a couple minutes, my Karina looked as broken as I was, I couldn't manage thoughts or words as I stared down at the cum I'd shot across myself carelessly. When he finally pulled himself from her his cum oozed out like a waterfall of pearly potent seed, Karina moaned and her fingers began to collect and shove it into her mouth until she swallowed it all.

He leaned back on the couch with his hands wiping dripping sweat from everywhere on his body, both him and Karina looked like they had ran marathons in July with the amount of sweat pouring off them. Karina smiled and sat up, "let's get you washed up before you go," she said as she grabbed his hand and led him to the shower. I didn't know whether to follow or not, I desperately wanted to, naked and soaped up Karina was what I lived for. My suit found itself on the chair and I could hear my Karina's giggling along with the sound of the shower running.

"You can come in and watch, cuck," she called to me as I peeked around the corner through the open door at the steam rising around them.

371 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

The Professor's Pet

Chaehyun x Male Reader

The sunlight filtered through the large windows of Seoul National University's literature department, casting a warm glow on the aged wooden desks. As I, the new English literature professor, stepped into the room, I was greeted by a chorus of whispers and curious glances from the students. Among them, a striking figure caught my eye—Chaehyun, a petite Korean girl with brunette hair and almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with intelligence. She was 18, the perfect age of innocence and curiosity.

Our first encounter was during office hours. Chaehyun strolled into my office, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. She was dressed in a simple white blouse and a knee-length skirt, her feet adorned with delicate black stockings. Her eyes met mine, and I could see the wheels turning in her head.

"Professor," she began, her voice soft yet confident, "I need help with my essay on erotic literature."

"Erotic literature, huh?" I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's a bit... taboo, isn't it?"

She smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Maybe, but I find it fascinating."

Over the next few weeks, our meetings became more frequent, and the topic of our discussions veered towards the explicit. I found myself drawn to her innocence, her eagerness to learn about the darker side of human desire. One day, as she sat across from me, her foot tapping nervously on the floor, I decided to take a risk.

"You know, Chaehyun," I said, my voice low, "sometimes words aren't enough to express certain... feelings."

Her eyes widened, but she didn't look away. "What do you mean, Professor?"

I stood up, walked over to her, and placed my hands on the arms of her chair. Leaning in, I whispered, "I think you know what I mean."

She swallowed hard, her breath hitching slightly. "I... I think I do."

Our first kiss was tentative, a soft pressing of lips that quickly deepened into something more passionate. Her hands gripped my shirt, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, teasing her. She moaned softly, a sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to my cock.

I broke away, my breath ragged. "Do you like that, Chaehyun?"

She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Yes, Professor."

I smiled, my hands moving to her blouse. "Good. Because I'm going to make you feel so much more."

I unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her lace bra and the soft curves of her breasts. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling until she was arching her back, her fingers tangled in my hair. I pinched her other nipple, rolling it between my fingers until she was squirming in her seat.

"Professor," she gasped, "that feels... that feels so good."

I grinned, my cock throbbing in my pants. "We're just getting started, sweetheart."

I unzipped her skirt, sliding my hands up her thighs. She was wet, her panties soaked through. I rubbed her clit through the fabric, making her moan and grind against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight pussy clench around me.

"Fuck, Chaehyun," I groaned, "you're so wet."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "I want to taste you, Professor."

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Is that so?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes. Please."

I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. It was hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I guided her head towards it, and she tentatively licked the tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair.

"That's it, Chaehyun," I said, my voice hoarse with desire. "Take it all in."

She hesitated for a moment before taking more of me into her mouth, her lips sliding down my shaft. I could feel her teeth scraping gently against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I looked down at her, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her eyes looking up at me with a mix of innocence and desire. It was almost too much.

I thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of her wet, warm mouth. She gagged slightly, but I didn't stop. I wanted to feel her throat constrict around me, to feel her struggle and submit.

"Fuck, Chaehyun," I grunted, "you're a natural."

I pulled her off my cock, her lips glistening with saliva. I turned her around, bending her over the desk. I could see her ass, her pussy peeking out from her soaked panties. I slapped her ass, making her jump.

"Naughty girl," I said, my voice stern. "You like that, don't you?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Yes, Professor."

I slipped her panties off, throwing them to the side. I rubbed her pussy, feeling her wetness coating my fingers. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot. She moaned, her body writhing against my hand.

"You're so fucking wet, Chaehyun," I growled. "I can't wait to fuck this tight little pussy."

I slipped my cock into her, feeling her tight heat envelop me. She was so fucking tight, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice. I thrust into her, making her moan and push back against me. I could feel her juices coating my cock, making it slippery and wet.

I leaned over her, my hand wrapping around her throat. I could feel her pulse racing, her heartbeat thrumming against my palm. I squeezed gently, making her moan.

"You're mine, Chaehyun," I said, my voice harsh. "Say it."

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire. "I'm yours, Professor."

I smiled, my cock throbbing inside her. "That's a good girl."

I flipped her over, making her sit on my cock. I could feel her pussy gripping me, her muscles clenching around my shaft. She rode me, her body moving in a rhythm that drove me wild. I could feel her tits bouncing with each movement, her nipples hard and erect. I reached up, pinching them, making her moan.

"Faster, Chaehyun," I grunted. "Fuck me faster."

She complied, her body moving like a well-oiled machine. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing inside her. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

I pulled her off my cock, making her groan in protest. I turned her around, making her kneel in front of me. I grabbed her head, guiding her mouth to my cock. She took me in, her mouth sliding down my shaft until I hit the back of her throat. I could feel her gag, her throat constricting around my cock. It was fucking incredible.

I thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat. She made choking noises, her eyes watering with tears. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock throbbing in her mouth.

"I'm going to cum, Chaehyun," I grunted. "Swallow it all."

She nodded, her eyes filled with determination. I could feel my cock pulsing, my cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed every last drop, her throat working around my cock.

I pulled out of her mouth, my cock glistening with her saliva. I could see her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed with exertion. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Good girl," I said, my voice soft. "You did so well."

I helped her up, my hands wrapping around her waist. I could see the marks of my fingers on her skin, the redness of her lips. She looked like she had been well-fucked, and I was damn proud of that fact.

I escorted her out of my office, my arm wrapped around her shoulders. As we walked down the hallway, I could feel the eyes of the other students on us, their whispers following us like a shadow. But I didn't care. All I cared about was the woman by my side, her body still humming with pleasure, her eyes still filled with desire.

369 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

The Night We Met

Sunmi x Male Reader (3.1K words)

Tags: Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Age Gap (you're the younger one), Stressed Sunmi, Stressed Reader, Just fucking read it.

You arrived at the bar that was a few kilometers away from your house after a long day at work. You were not planning to knock yourself out tonight but after going through all the work that you've done today, you thought you deserve some kind of reward. It is a small bar that barely had people in it but it became one of your favorite places because it was quiet and you can have your fill peacefully.

“You're back." The bartender greeted you. “I thought you've found a new place to kill your time." You let out a chuckle. “There's no way I can find a place as quiet as this place." You sat at the bar, asking for a large glass of beer. You heard the entrance creak, but you decided to ignore it. You knew some of the regulars who live nearby in this area and they would greet you with lazy, drunken smiles and small nods.

As the night goes by, you're already on your 7th glass which is surprising because you chugged down 6 large glasses of beer and are still sober, so unhealthy but this is your only way to cope.

It's been a month since you were hired at one of the most renowned companies in your country and if there is one thing you could say about your current job is that you'd rather die than keep working at that company. The pay is amazing but the working environment isn't as good as you thought. The environment is so toxic and harmful that if anyone has a mental condition, they might go crazy and immediately off'ed themselves. You barely made friends because everyone is busy competing with each other even though they are supposed to work as a team. You let out a big sigh while taking the last few gulps of your drink.

“I wish I could have sex right now."

Your eyes widened as you turned your head to the side and saw a woman who sat not too far from you. She is probably on her 7th or 8th drink, judging from the amount of soju in the bottle that she has consumed.

“I'm sorry if you hear that out loud...." You said nervously, trying not to make any eye contact with the woman.

“It's....okay." the woman gave you a small yet warm smile. “I should be the one who says sorry because you heard something ridiculous."

At the sound of silence, the woman suddenly moves to sit beside you. “If you don't mind me asking, are you alone?" You were taken aback by the sudden approach. Now that you take a good look at the woman, she looks familiar. As if you've seen her somewhere on television or something.

“Yeah…” you replied, with a small smile and began pouring soju into your glass. “How about you? Are you alone or are you with someone right now?” You asked, taking a sip and your face scrunching up a bit. “Well, I’m alone too. I’m Sunmi, by the way.” Your brain somehow is working as slow as a tortoise tonight, after taking a long sip of your drink, you finally realized the real identity of the woman beside you.

You look towards her direction, “You are that idol, aren’t you?” Sunmi's smile grew as she finished her drink. “Bingo!” She said, placing the glass back down on the table. “What’s your name, handsome? You look quite young.” She poured the soju into her glass and yours. “Just call me handsome and I’m pretty young, noona.” you replied coolly, arching a brow as you regarded her. “So what do you do for a living? You look like someone who is involved in investment.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your drink that Sunmi just poured into your glass.

You began to tell Sunmi a bit about yourself and your career, to the point that you accidentally vented about the problem you had at your workplace. You couldn't remember the last time you’d left work at a decent hour or even had an entire weekend free, but one thing that you’re sure is that you weren’t having it easy. Your manager was constantly riding you, sending emails every hour and kept threatening you about the consequences if you were unable to meet the impossible deadline. You thought your mental health would get better after you got a job, with a decent pay and escaped from the education world but no, it gets worse. If you compared your life when you were still a university student and your current one, you could say it is the same but at least when you could have some fun when you were a university student. Now your mental health has deteriorated to the point where you couldn’t even enjoy a quiet evening at home without feeling worried and guilty for not getting tons of work done as soon as possible.

“That’s why you said you wish you could have sex right now, huh?” Sunmi nodded, understanding. “You really went through a lot for someone who just started working, kiddo!” She grabbed her glass and you did the same and both of you clink your glasses.

“What’s your story, noona?” You asked, placing the glass back onto the table after taking another sip of your drink.

Sunmi sighed heavily. “Nothing…. It's just that for the past few days, I feel so exhausted. I had to keep up with my schedules and barely had time to take a break. The pressure to be perfect all the time, to look good and able to perform well on stage is so tiring.” You listened intently as Sunmi unburdened herself. You always thought that being an idol or an artist is the freedom that everyone has been looking for if you have the talent to become one, but now that you’ve listened to Sunmi’s story, it is not as easy as you thought it would be.

As the night wore on and the drinks kept flowing, Sunmi found herself opening up even more to you. You’re someone who she just met 30 minutes ago, not to mention you’re much younger and have less experience in the working era than her but somehow she felt truly seen and understood by someone outside of her tightly controlled world. She didn’t have to act or worry about herself getting criticized. She can be herself with you.

As the hours ticked by, she gazed at your face illuminating by the pulsing bar lights and for some reason she felt a growing sense of attraction. “Hey, since we both want the same thing, would you like to spend the night with me?” You froze, turning your head slowly towards her direction. Your eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made Sunmi’s heart flutter. “You realized that I’m young enough to be your little brother right?” You replied, an awkward smile forms on your lips. Sunmi’s body is already humming in anticipation, leaning in closer so you could hear over loud and clear. “I know but in this case, age is just a number. Come on, this is your once in a lifetime chance to spend a night with an idol like me.” She said, her voice steady and sure. “or am I not good enough for you to have sex with?”

You shook your head, “No, you’re way too perfect.” It would be a fucking lie if you said that you don’t want to spend a night with her. Thanks to you two having a deep conversation about each other, you managed to take a good look at the older woman right in front of you. Sunmi is like a work of art, aging like a fine wine, a flawless canvas of soft curves and silky skin. Her long, smooth hair cascaded over her shoulder, tickling at the top of her ample breasts that beautifully shaped behind the fabric. Her pouty lips were slick with gloss inviting kisses. “Are you sure about doing it with someone younger than you?” You asked, and Sunmi smiled, trailing a finger along your jawline. “Well, everyone has their own first time. I’ll take all the chances to have my first and you are the first young person that I want to have sex with right now.”

You hesitated for a bit longer, searching for any sign of doubt or uncertainty on Sunmi’s face but all you saw was the desire shining in her eyes, the subtle parting of her lips as she waited for you. “If you’re really okay doing it with me, then it would be my honor to spend the night with you, noona.” A big smile appeared on Sunmi’s face as she leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss and when you finally broke apart, both of you were panting, cheeks flushed. Both of you finished your drinks and gathered your things, nearly vibrating at the tension as you two headed for the door.

••••••••§••••••••§••••••••

The moment the elevator doors ping, you extend an arm, holding them open for the older woman to enter. “Thank you…” Sunmi said, with a sweet smile before she pressed the button for the 14th floor. You step inside and the elevator doors begin to close.

Sunmi immediately sidled closer to you. You could feel her desire for you in waves as you stared at her with wide eyes, mouth slightly opening, the sweet scent of her perfume sticks to you and you have a feeling that the smell might completely stick onto your skin. You grabbed the older woman’s face and closed the remaining distance between you and Sunmi. The closer she gets to you, the more beautiful she looks into your eyes as lips crash in a desperate and needy kiss.

You moaned into her mouth, spit swapping between your and her mouth as the two of you got drunk on each other’s taste. Your erection is growing tight underneath the fabric of your pants as it is pressed against Sunmi’s thighs. One of your hands is placed on her waist and slowly moving down towards her ass while the other curls around the back of her neck. It is a miracle that the elevator doesn't stop until it reaches the 14th floor because you don’t know what to do if someone saw you making out with an artist that could cause a controversy around the country. The sound of the elevator ding signalling that you’ve arrived on the 14th allows Sunmi to peel herself off you and the moment the elevator doors open, she grabbed your hand and dragged you towards her house.

She entered the password of the door and dragged you inside the house, slamming the door shut before locking it. “Make yourself at home.” she says, unbuttoning your jacket and taking it off. “I have a feeling that we are going to get along so well, noona.” You replied, “Call me noona one more time and I will kick you out.” It was supposed to be a threat,but you only laughed as you wrapped your hands around her waist. Sunmi led you to her bedroom, face flaming with excitement and desire. You touched her body as if she was an exquisite piece of art, exploring her body through the clothes with kind hands. “Do you want me to take it off for you or do you want to do it yourself?” The breath in her lungs stills and Sunmi could feel her pulse increase, thrumming inside her neck. “Just do whatever you want to do with me, baby. I’m all yours tonight….”

Of course, it didn’t take a long time for both of you to be completely naked on her bed. The bed that you are going to stain with sweat and sex from both of you. “You look amazing, Sunmi.” You said, your eyes analyzing every part of her sexy body. “I could say the same thing about you.” Sunmi’s sinuses were aligned, pupils all but dilating as cock hunger fully engulfed her mind. “You’re….huge…” Sunmi awkwardly sunk to her knees before you. “So thick….” Sunmi gasped, huffing your scent with long, deep inhales that vacuumed into her brain and let them explode inside her brain.

Sunmi’s lips parted to accept you and like a gentleman you are, you guided yourself into her mouth, where sludge-like precum leaking from the head of your cock. She sucked on the sensitive cap until she was fully comfortable with the thickness, groaning low in her throat. Sunmi begins to bob her head as you start to lose yourself in the heat and suction of her mouth. You reached for the back of the older woman’s head to grasp her hair so you could held her firm and deepthroated her. Sunmi looked up to you, she could feel your fingertips dig into the back of her head.

The older woman can’t stop groaning around your cock. It’s been for who knows how long since the last time she took a cock inside her but one thing that she’s sure of is that she won’t stop until she’s fully satisfied. Sunmi gripped your thighs, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on her breathing. “Fuck, Sunmi….” You gasped and by now, you had wholly lost your composure as you brutalized the older woman’s throat, whose face was red and her eyes were wide and glazed. She kept a hand on your balls, massaging the bloated tanks but everyone has their own limits and Sunmi was already at her limit as she kept pushing against your legs but you also reached your peak. You pushed Sunmi’s head, shoving the entire length of your cock as thick, milky cum spewed from your sensitive head into Sunmi’s thirsty maw and throat. You sighed, showing a sense of relief, as your cock won’t stop shooting rope after rope of cum to the point that Sunmi starts to choke and cough due to the amount of your ejaculation.

After minutes of an eternity of bliss, your orgasm finally faded like nothing happened. Your breathing soon slowed, panting like a dying man while Sunmi had her eyes leaking tears, fighting to breathe cum stenched air. You slowly pulled your cock out of the older woman’s mouth and once it was completely out with a pop, you laid your cock on top of her face and rubbed it all around, smearing the saliva that coated your cock on her face with the expectation of her cleaning. Sunmi was about to say something, but all that came out was choked gargles due to her mouth and throat still clogged with your cum. She used her hands to caresses your balls gently, using her tongue to clean your cock to the best of her ability.

Sunmi let out a soft moan, “You must have been pent up huh, baby boy?” She softly said.

“Well, I can’t remember the last time a woman made me cum this hard before.” You replied, you loosened your grip on her head, giving the older woman a bit of movement. “I hope you’re still strong because tonight is going to be a long night, baby boy.” Sunmi’s eyes completely focus on your balls, still heavy and bloated with cum that are about to be hers. “Good thing I have a very high stamina.” You said, both of you laughing at your words. This is the reason why Sunmi preferred to have sex with someone who’s one year or more younger than her compared to one who's the same age or more than her. There’s a huge difference in stamina.

“Allow me to return the favor…” You said, lifted the older woman and threw her onto the bed. Sunmi spread her legs as wide as possible, giving you the best access towards her wet pussy, voluntarily, invitingly. “Eat me, please….” You bury your face between your legs, letting your skilled tongue licking through her soft folds, running up and down, drawing a loud cry from the older woman. Sunmi can’t help but bury her fingers into your hair and pull your head closer, deeper between her legs. She threw her head back, it was too much, it was wet and messy but also fast. The slurping sound that your mouth made really drives the older woman wild as you marked her inside with skillful sweeps of your tongue.

Every touch, every lick, every swipe of your tongue and lips amplified the pleasure a thousand times, which made all the muscles in her pelvis and ass contract and relax. One of your hands travelled around her body and found its way between her thighs and carefully easing two fingers into the older woman. “God…. Please don’t stop….” Sunmi fluttering around your fingers as you pressed your thumb against her clit. You looked at her and dear lord she looks extremely beautiful when she was begging, that makes you wonder if there is anyone else besides you who has seen this side of Sunmi before.

Sunmi tilted her hips upwards to meet with the movements of your fingers and you kept your focus on just two fingers as you kept flicking your tongue against her clit. Your fingers searches everywhere you can to reach deeper inside her and once you angles your fingers up a bit more, you can feel her entire body start to shake and Sunmi was clinging to the sheets as if they are a lifeline. “G-spot spotted…” You thought. Sunmi interlocked her fingers with yours and the other hand was clutching your hair, driving your face even deeper into her warmth. Your motions were already driving the older woman insane, her breath coming out in short pants and loud moans to the point she can’t hold it any longer and erupt. There is no other way to describe what she is feeling right now.

The older woman screams in pleasure and her hips buck wildly, she felt a rush of liquid leaving her body, coating your fingers, your face as you kept ramming your fingers and licking with your tongue, feeling her muscles on that one patch of skin contract tighter and tighter, keeping your fingers buried solidly inside her. Another small flood of wetness streaming down your hand as you feel her muscles relax only to contract again and again. Her chest was heaving, her head thrown back with her eyes completely closed as her orgasm slowly but surely subsided and once her muscles abruptly relaxed, you slowly pulled your fingers out of her.

Once her breathing had returned to a steady pace, she opened her eyes and looked into yours. “Ready for round 3?” She asked, a sexy grin on her face. You can’t help but smile knowing that tonight will be one of the best night you ever had in your life.

Again no full seggs, I'm sorry 😞 Also, there is a potential for this one-shot to become a series. I have an idea but I don't know if I have the energy + passion to do it

409 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

Two roommates and a priest stood huddled around the rotting remains of a hideous oozing creature laying quite dead on their living room floor. Next to it, strewn across the peeling linoleum, lay the shredded remains of a peace lily Yuri's mom had left the night before after she'd "dropped by".

The creature had a ring of foam crusted over a hole on its head they assumed was its mouth, on account of the endless rows of needle sharp teeth jutting from its putrid green gums. Its multitude of bulging glassy eyes stared unblinkingly up at the ceiling.

"Told you it wasn't rats." said Lila to Yuri.

"Must've been the lily that got im, the poor thing, those plants are toxic to most everything they come into contact with" the priest mused.

"Oh really?" Lila said, "That makes sense, my mom used to keep them around the house around Easter and that's usually when one or both of our cats would get really sick. She'd still buy em though, every year, even after one of em died. Said it was apart of god's plan as one of gods creatures"

"This is not one of God's creatures." said the priest, nudging one of the things many segmented limbs, oily black and uncomfortably soft in death.

"Yea no shit"

Yuri ribbed her in the side.

"Ow! Ugh, i mean, no kidding!"

"So, mr. uh..."

" father- "

"Right, Mr. Father, you can get rid of this thing right? Like its a demon? You can just purify it or whatever and it's disintegrate into dust, right?"

"I'm afraid its not that simple." The priest said grimly, "We're going to need to burn the whole house down to its foundation.

"WHAT" both roommates shouted simultaneously.

"I would contact your landlord as soon as possible and get things straightened out, you only have about 4 more hours until sun sets. In the meantime I'll call the fire department and see if they can come out and do a controlled burn. That's the only way you're gonna get out of this safely.

"Wait a damn" -ouch!- "wait a FUCKING second, this is our house!" Lila protested, "the things already dead, why does the whole house need to burn?? You can't just throw us out on the fucking street just like that!"

The priest pursed his lips.

"If you're intent on wasting what little time you have asking for explanations, I can talk while you pack, but I must reiterate that time is of the essence here. Once the sun goes down and they smell one of their own has died, it's not going to be pretty.

"And what the fuck does THAT mean!" wailed Lila, "what are these things!?" but Yuri was already ushering her to her room with a garbage bag.

With Lila distracted, the priest and Yuri moved to the kitchen, where he started transferring what little food they had from the fridge into an insulated cooler.

"So what was that thing? How did it get into our house? None of the windows were broken and its too big to have squeezed in somewhere."

"Oh, no, it lived here already, these types of demons choose a single location to habituate and then remain there for as long as the structure still stands."

Yuri nearly dropped the glass jar of kimchi he was holding.

"What? We've been living here for almost a year, I think we would have noticed a poodle sized blob monster oozing around our apartment."

"Yes, usually people call us within days of moving in, or we hear about it post mortem, but I assure you, that creature has been living here for far longer than you have."

Yuri blanched.

the priest cleared his throat. "Do you both sleep with your door closed?"

"Yes?"

"That's probably why. For the sake of brevity I'm just going to say that they don't really exist during the day. They spend the daytime their own dimension and get called back to this one with the setting of the sun. They are extremely social creatures though so when one of them gets hurt, it releases a smell that marks its attacker and then nowhere is safe for the marked come nightfall."

Yuri finished emptying the fridge, there really wasn't much in there, and moved onto the cabinets. He straightened up and pushed back his long black mop of hair out of his eyes, a gesture he often did when he was stressed.

"So these things have just been crawling around our apartment at night and we just never noticed because we were in our rooms too much?"

"Most likely, did you ever notice things going missing or moved around in the morning? Mysterious moisture spots that didn't seem to clear up?"

"Dude have you seen the apartments in this area? They all have rat problems and mold. This was the only one in the city with two bedrooms under $1200 a month."

The priests demeanor softened a bit.

"I'm sorry. I know this is short notice but the longer you remain here the more likely it is that the mark will transfer to you both and then you'll truly never know peace again."

Yuri gripped the box of expired hamburger helper he was loading into a duffel bag.

"Never had it to begin with..."

The priest gave him a knowing look but didn't pry.

"My church can provide housing in the interim if you don't have... relatives.. in the area."

"You're damn right I don't"

"I'll make the necessary arrangements then."

Over the next two hours the two roommates packed up what little they had into whatever would carry it. Most of it was still in cardboard boxes anyway so it went quick. Still, Lila took her sweet time going through her closet to the point the Priest had taken to pacing by the door after loading everything else into the church's van.

"Lila! What else is left, it's getting close to sundown!" Yuri hollered down the cramped hallway. The priests pacing made him nervous and he'd rather not sour the good graces he'd extended towards them.

"I'm almost done!" Lila hollered back, " You didn't hear me bitching about moving your ridiculous rock collection you insist on dragging around"

"We're nearly out of time here, gentle people," The priest said tersely, glancing out the window, "I suggest you take what you can carry and we seal up the building, Yuri was it? Did you get into contact with your landlord?"

Yuri was helping scoop armfuls of colorful shawls into a laundry basket. "Oh, yea, I called but he didn't pick up, which is usually the case, so I left a voicemai-"

A series of short sharp knocks echoed through the empty apartment before the key turned and swift footsteps filled the hallway.

"Hello?? Ms. Kalimaschev? Ms. Engels?"

Yuri rolled his eyes.

"In here!"

A man appeared at the doorway whom the priest assumed to be their landlord. He was young, maybe his late 30's, with pommed back blonde hair, a bleached white button up and boat shoes. The smile he gave didn't reach his eyes.

"There you are, sorry I missed your call ladies, I was out on the lake." He fixed his gaze on the priest. "What's all this I hear about having to condemn my property?"

The priest stood up and brushed off his knees.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir but the house will soon be quite uninhabitable due to circumstances beyond these two's control, I'll be happy to explain it all at length outside, but first we must get out of the house immediately"

The landlords lips drew taught over his perfectly straight teeth in a hostile grin. He reached into the leather messenger bag hung over his shoulder and pulled out a thick packet of papers.

"Oh, no no no, these two still have three months left on their lease, they can't just declare the place unfit and skip out on rent."

The priest glanced out the window at the diminishing daylight, a bead of sweat running down his dark skin.

"I understand that sir, but like I said, we really do need to move this conversation outside."

The man straightened up, filling the doorway.

"Oh no no no no, no one's going anywhere, what about my property? Do you know how much I've invested in this place? I'm sure whatever damage they've caused can be covered by their deposit. Did you already call the fire department? Can you get them to turn around?"

Yuri bristled. "He says we gotta get out of here, have a look in the living room if you don't believe us."

The landlord smile tightened.

"Oh the thing on the floor? Oooh yea, I'm going to have to fine you for bringing pets in, the lease clearly states "no pets all-"

"Sir, we really don't have time for this, move aside please!"

"Yea, get out of the way dude, lets take this outside!" Yuri said, voice raised with anxiety.

The landlord dropped his smile and narrowed his eyes in a sneer. One hand pulled his phone out of his pocket.

"I will not be talked to like that, young lady, I've already been generous enough letting your kind rent this place, we're staying right here until the authorities arrive. This is my property after a-

Before he could finish his sentence a writhing mass of elongated limbs and gnashing teeth attached itself to his face with a horrid squelch. His body was thrown to the side like he's been punched and they could hear his muffled screams leaking out over the sound of bones crunching.

Lila let out a blood curdling scream and the priest ran to slam the door shut.

Immediately after it shut a heavy and wet weight slammed itself against the cheap particleboard door. The priest threw his weight against it to keep it shut as it was rammed over and over, warping the door a little more each time.

"Alright! We're going to have to go with plan B!" the priest shouted over his shoulder, "Yuri, reach into the holster underneath my cloak!"

"What about Lila??" Yuri yelled, flinching each time the door shook.

"Don't worry about me!" yelled Lila, pulling a katana out of a box in her closet.

The priest crossed himself.

100 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 1 month ago

Text

You are the SLUT of my eyes (Dahyun)

In mid 2024, the summer nights in Seoul were oppressively hot and humid. The crew of “You Are the Apple of My Eye” was filming at a high school. As night fell, the campus was dimly lit, with only the gym emitting sounds of depravity. The day’s filming had long ended, and most of the crew had left, but the gym had become a secret playground for Dahyun and the student actors, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust.

Inside the gym, the mats had become a stage for debauchery. “Ah… ah… I can’t take it anymore… ahh…” Dahyun’s moans echoed intermittently, mixed with sobs, reverberating through the room. Her pale, naked body was sandwiched between two muscular men, one thick cock thrusting into her dripping pussy while another ravaged her tender asshole. The wet, squelching sounds of penetration mingled with the “slap, slap, slap” of flesh colliding, like the rhythm of churning mud.

Whenever her “ah…” cries turned sharp and high-pitched, as if echoing from the clouds, the “slap, slap” sounds of flesh slowed down, becoming crisp and forceful, each “slap” sounding like a whip cracking on livestock. But when the “slap, slap…” grew rapid and deep, Dahyun’s “ahhh… ahhh…” moans merged into a continuous stream, almost like a long, drawn-out “ah…”, while the “squelch, squelch…” of thrusting sounded like a steam locomotive running at full speed.

Through the crack in the door, only the three sets of hips could be seen moving rhythmically. Dahyun’s pussy and asshole were each stuffed with a thick cock, pounding relentlessly. Her lower body was a soaked mess, glistening with slick fluids mixed with white foam, as if coated in creamy frosting. As one thick cock drilled into her like a jackhammer, more white cum mixed with her juices was forced out of her pussy, dripping down her perineum to her asshole, where it was carried into the tight cavity by the other thrusting cock.

Dahyun’s plump, pale ass contrasted starkly with the two thick cocks pistoning in and out, a fierce battle of flesh unfolding. Her thick thighs quivered with each thrust, her fat ass jiggling with waves of flesh, perfectly showcasing her body’s suitability for doggy-style fucking. The two sweat-drenched, muscular men pounded her relentlessly, the “squelch, squelch…” growing stickier, like the sound of boots trudging through a muddy swamp.

“Ah… ahhh… ah…” Sandwiched between the two muscular men, Dahyun’s lewd moans rose and fell with the rhythm of their thrusts, filling the room. In the room, aside from the three entangled bodies on the mat, there were five other naked, muscular guys. Some smoked, others jerked off their dripping cocks, and a few chatted, laughing lewdly as they watched Dahyun being fucked. The floor was covered in puddles of unidentified fluids, the air reeking of piss, sweat, and smoke—a thoroughly depraved atmosphere.

“Ahh… I’m cumming… I’m cumming… ahhh… I’m going to die…” As the two sweat-soaked men continued their relentless assault, Dahyun let out cries of pain mixed with ecstasy. The surrounding guys gathered closer, their hard cocks in hand, staring at Dahyun’s lower body, stuffed with two massive cocks. Her moans grew sharper and louder, and her soaked pussy suddenly gushed a stream of clear fluid, like a small creek. The two men, as if spurred on, fucked her even harder, their cocks plunging into her as if into boiling water, splashing her juices everywhere. Finally, amidst her near-hysterical screams, a jet of clear piss shot from her urethra, splattering onto the stomach of the guy on top, trickling down to their sticky, conjoined bodies.

Her piss sprayed for over ten seconds, gradually diminishing, flowing down their joined bodies onto the mat below. The surrounding guys watched excitedly, one of them jerking off so hard that he shot streams of cum all over Dahyun’s face.

“This slut Dahyun has squirted three times today, fucking hell, she’s so depraved!”

“Yeah, every time she gets fucked, she pisses herself.”

“Heh, she looks so pure and innocent, but she’s a total whore deep down.”

“Damn, the first time I saw her, I almost came in my pants. You’d never guess she’s this slutty.”

“Fuck… we’ve been banging her for a month, and her pussy and asshole are still so tight. She’s born to be a whore.”

“She’s got the life of a bitch, haha… most prostitutes couldn’t handle this, but this bitch Dahyun comes back for more every day.”

“Worse than a bitch, fuck! I can’t take it anymore, hurry up, I need to fuck her again today.”

“Don’t rush, we’ve got plenty of time to play. I’m taking this slut’s asshole next, no one better steal it!”

As Dahyun reached her climax, the group of tall guys started chattering, shamelessly joking and laughing in front of her as she was fucked to the point of pissing herself, treating her like nothing more than a bitch with no dignity.

---------------------------------------------------------------------

Time Reverse

A few months earlier, inside a casting room in Seoul, the air was thick with the faint smell of tobacco. The curtains were drawn, and dim yellow light spilled across a wooden table, illuminating the director’s wrinkled face, brimming with lust. He leaned back in his leather chair, hands crossed, his hawk-like gaze fixed on Dahyun, a member of TWICE, sitting across from him. Her innocent aura contrasted sharply with her fiery body, making her presence in the cramped room all the more enticing. Petite in stature, she possessed a breathtaking hourglass figure, with a slender waist and plump, rounded hips forming a perfect ratio. Her thick, toned thighs exuded a deadly sensuality, as if she were born for doggy-style sex.

The summer heat in Seoul was stifling, and though the air conditioning was on in the casting room, the atmosphere still felt oppressively warm. The director’s eyes roamed over Dahyun’s body, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “Miss Dahyun,” his voice was low, laced with a hint of probing, “You Are the Apple of My Eye” is a major production. The female lead needs to have… a special kind of charm. What do you think you have that can impress me?”

Dahyun smiled faintly, a glint of cunning flashing in her eyes. She knew this casting was never just about acting. She stood up, slowly walking toward the director, her skirt swaying with each step, accentuating her slender waist and plump ass. “I know what you want,” her voice was soft and seductive, tinged with provocation, “and I can give you… everything.”

The director’s lips curled into a lewd grin as he placed his hands on Dahyun’s slender waist, pulling her onto his lap. “Oh? Then you’ll need to prove your sincerity.” His hands roamed shamelessly to the insides of her thick thighs, his rough fingertips grazing her smooth skin, savoring the firm flesh. Dahyun didn’t resist; instead, she leaned closer, her red lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “As long as you give me this role, I’m willing to be the crew’s… cum dumpster. Anyone can play with me however they want.”

The director’s breathing quickened instantly, his cock swelling in his pants. He yanked open Dahyun’s top, revealing her perky, pale tits, the size of small melons, with pink nipples trembling in the air. “What a slut,” he growled, his hands roughly kneading her breasts. “Then let’s see what you’re capable of!” The casting room door was locked, and the atmosphere turned depraved in an instant.

Dahyun was pinned against the table, her short skirt flipped up to her waist, her panties torn off, exposing her pink, dripping pussy, already soaked with glistening juices that trickled down her thick thighs. “Ahh… Director… be gentle… ah…” Dahyun’s moans were broken, a mix of pain and excitement, echoing through the room. The director unbuckled his belt, pulling out a thick cock, its tip already leaking precum. Without mercy, he aimed his cock at Dahyun’s pussy and thrust hard, burying himself fully into her tight, wet hole.

With a “squelch,” her juices were forced out, dripping down her perineum onto the table. “So fucking tight,” the director growled through gritted teeth, grabbing her slender waist and starting to pound her furiously. “Slap, slap, slap…” The sound of flesh colliding was rapid and sharp, accompanied by the “squelch, squelch” of penetration, like the rhythm of churning mud.

Dahyun was fucked into a moaning mess, her breasts jiggling on the table, her nipples pinched red by the director’s rough fingers. “Ahh… so deep… Director… ahh… you’re fucking me to death… ah…” Her moans rose and fell, sometimes sharp and high like they came from the clouds, other times long and drawn-out like a sigh, utterly depraved.

The director’s thrusts grew more violent, each one making Dahyun’s pussy clench and release, her juices and white foam spilling from her hole, dripping down the table’s edge to the floor. “Slut, tell me, were you born to be fucked?” he demanded while pounding her, his palm slapping her plump, rounded ass with a crisp “slap,” the fat jiggling with waves of flesh, irresistibly enticing.

“Ahh… yes… I’m a slut born to be fucked… ah… Director… give me the role… I’ll let the whole crew fuck me… ahh…” Dahyun was fucked senseless, spewing lewd words just to please the director. Her pale little feet dangled off the table’s edge, swaying with each thrust, her toes curling, as delicate as white jade.

The director, driven wild by her sluttiness, flipped her over, making her lie face down on the table, her plump ass raised high, her thick thighs taut, presenting the perfect doggy-style position, as if she were made to be fucked hard. He spat on her pink asshole, then roughly probed it with his fingers, stirring it a few times before aiming his thick cock at the tight hole and thrusting in hard.

“Ahhh… it hurts… it hurts so much… ahh…” Dahyun’s screams rang out, but they soon turned into excited moans. “Ahh… Director… fuck my asshole… ahh… it feels so good…” “Squelch, squelch…” His cock slid in and out of her asshole, making sticky sounds, accompanied by the “slap, slap, slap” of her ass being pounded, the flesh jiggling with each impact.

The room’s depravity grew thicker. Dahyun’s asshole was fucked slightly open, fluids and juices dripping down her perineum to her pussy, leaving a wet mess. Her long hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweaty face, her large breasts squashed against the table, the flesh spilling out from the sides like soft dough.

“Ahh… I’m cumming… ahhh… I’m going to die… ah…” As the director continued his brutal assault, Dahyun’s moans grew sharper. Her pussy suddenly gushed a stream of clear fluid, like a small creek flowing onto the table, followed by a jet of piss shooting from her urethra, splattering onto the director’s pants and dripping down the table’s edge to the floor.

“Slut, you got fucked so hard you pissed yourself!” the director roared with excitement, pounding her asshole even harder. The piss sprayed for over ten seconds, gradually slowing, trickling down her thick thighs onto the table, forming a puddle that reeked of her scent.

The director, unable to hold back from the sight, pulled out his cock and forced Dahyun to the floor, making her kneel beneath his crotch. “Open your mouth, slut, drink my cum!” he ordered, jerking his cock. Dahyun obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue, her eyes filled with lustful desire.

With a low growl, the director shot thick streams of cum, splattering her face, mouth, and even dripping down her pale breasts. She swallowed the cum without hesitation, using her fingers to scoop the cum from her face into her mouth, licking it clean. “Haha… you’re a fucking natural-born whore!” The director panted, slapping her cheek.

“I see your sincerity. The role is yours. But remember what you promised—everyone in the crew can play with you however they want!” Dahyun collapsed on the floor, her body sticky with sweat, juices, and cum, glistening under the light. She panted, a mix of satisfaction and ambition in her eyes. “Thank you, Director… I’ll make everyone happy…” Her voice was soft and seductive, laced with provocation.

The depravity of the casting room was only the beginning. A few days later, filming officially started, and Dahyun appeared on set as the female lead. Her innocent appearance and fiery figure set the blood of all the student actors racing, her petite frame exuding a deadly sensuality with her slender waist and plump, rounded hips forming a perfect ratio, paired with her thick, toned thighs in the school unifrom, making it impossible not to fantasize about her body. But no one knew she had already promised a more debased deal on the director’s bed. As night fell and the filming ended, the gym became her secret playground. The student actors took turns, treating her as a tool for their lust, satisfying her body and ambition through rough gangbangs.

On the first day of filming, after it ended, the director led Dahyun to the gym, where seven muscular student actors were already waiting. Their eyes burned with desire, their cocks twitching eagerly in their pants. “Dahyun,” the director said with a wicked grin, “it’s time to fulfill what you promised.”

Dahyun didn’t hesitate; instead, she took the initiative to strip off her clothes, revealing her pale, naked body as she lay on the thick mat. Her hourglass figure was fully exposed, her slender waist and plump hips forming an enticing curve, her thick thighs slightly parted, radiating endless temptation. “Come on, oppa,” her voice dripped with seduction, “play with me however you want.”

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Original Timeline

“Slap, slap, slap…” “Squelch, squelch…” The two sweat-drenched guys continued their rapid thrusts, Dahyun reduced to heavy panting after her climax, her legs hanging limply in the arms of the guy on top, swaying with each thrust, her pale little feet as delicate as white jade.

“Ahhh… ahhh…” As the guy on top gave his final, powerful thrusts, Dahyun let out delirious moans. On his last deep thrust into her pussy, she let out a long, low “umm…”, her toes curling tight. The guy on top tensed his body, pressing down on her, his balls contracting and releasing, finally relaxing after a dozen pulses. The guy below continued relentlessly fucking her asshole.

Half a minute later, the guy on top pulled out his dripping cock, coated in sticky fluids, a drop of cum hanging from the tip. Her pussy remained slightly open, the lips soft and splayed, her clit exposed, and as her pussy pulsed, cum mixed with her juices flowed out. The guy on top stood up, and Dahyun’s legs fell limply to her sides. Before she could catch her breath, a short-haired muscular guy climbed onto her, lifting her legs and shoving his thick cock into her cum-dripping pussy, fucking her rapidly.

“Ahhh…” Dahyun’s moans resumed. Her breasts, like small melons coated in sticky fluids, stood firm, large yet proportionate to her body, exuding a seductive allure. Lying on her back, her large breasts obscured her face, with only her long, dark hair spilling messily around her shoulders. “Dahyun, come lick oppa’s cock clean,” said the guy who had just cum in her pussy.

Though she had been fucked by seven muscular guys all evening, Dahyun’s pink pussy still dripped with juices. “Ahh… mm… mm…” Her mouth was stuffed with a cock, her moans turning into muffled “mm, mm…” sounds in her throat. “Hehe… Dahyun, you’ve been playing all evening, you must be thirsty. Look at how your juices keep flowing—aren’t you dehydrated? Come, oppa will give you some water, open your mouth wide,” said the guy kneeling beside her, who had just cum.

Soon, the sound of liquid pouring into a bottle could be heard, rising and falling, accompanied by gulping noises as if someone were swallowing heavily, until the stream finally dwindled and stopped. Dahyun drank the guy’s piss as if it were the sweetest nectar.

“Hehe…”

“Haha…” During the piss-drinking, the guys laughed mockingly.

“Little slut, do your fans know how slutty you are?”

“If they knew how depraved she is, they’d probably die of shock!”

“Maybe not, she might just be a natural-born slut, begging her fans to gangbang her.”

“Hehe… her fans treat her like a goddess, probably thinking she’s pure and innocent.”

“Haha… they’d never imagine their precious Dahyun gets her pussy and asshole fucked and pissed on every day!”

The guys burst into laughter. “Slap, slap, slap, slap…” “Squelch, squelch…” Even as she was pissed on and mocked, Dahyun’s sticky, wet lower body was still being pounded by the two muscular guys. Piss, juices, cum, and sweat mingled at her holes, splattered by the thrusting cocks, her depraved lower body enough to make even the impotent hard.

The guy fucking her asshole couldn’t hold back any longer, thrusting hard a few more times before shooting his load into her tight hole. “Fuck, that felt so good, this slut’s asshole is so tight, even better than her pussy! Come on, next guy, I’ll rest and fuck her again later.” He pulled out his half-soft cock, cum dripping from her gaping asshole like a small black hole, trickling onto his tip and down his balls, thick like molten lava, hanging on the verge of breaking.

The guy fucking her pussy lifted her off the mat and walked toward a recliner, thrusting as he moved, the sticky cum from her asshole dripping onto the floor. He sat down on the recliner, lying back, his hands gripping Dahyun’s large breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingertips, while Dahyun moaned incessantly, “Ahh… ah…”

Now facing the door sideways, if anyone opened it, they’d see her pale, fiery body riding a muscular guy’s cock, her dripping pussy sliding up and down on it. Her petite frame exuded a deadly allure, her pale skin glistening with sweat, beads rolling down her cheeks, a few drops of cum sliding from her lips and hair. Her face was half-hidden by her disheveled hair, wet strands sticking to her cheeks, her large breasts bouncing in the guy’s hands like water-filled balloons.

Her slender waist twisted like a snake, her plump ass and thick thighs moving up and down, perfectly showcasing her suitability for riding, making anyone fantasize about her riding them to climax. Dahyun’s fat ass moved like a motor, riding the thick cock, slamming down hard each time the tip nearly slipped out, swallowing the entire length. Her asshole, recently gaped into a black hole, had closed up, though a few drops of fluid still leaked out.

“Slap, slap…” The sound of her pussy being fucked was continuous. “Ahh… fuck Dahyun… fuck me to death… ahh…” Dahyun’s wanton cries echoed through the room. Two guys nearby approached, their dripping cocks in hand, rubbing the tips on her face. Dahyun, as if seeing candy, grabbed a cock in each hand, stroking them, taking turns sucking and licking each one, not even sparing their balls.

Another guy joined, shoving his thick cock into her asshole, adjusting for a moment before grabbing her plump ass and fucking her hard, her flesh jiggling with each thrust, perfectly showing off her doggy-style allure. Every hole on Dahyun’s body was filled with cock, writhing and moaning like a depraved slut, reveling in the gangbang.

“Slap, slap, slap…” The sound of her ass being pounded, “squelch, squelch…” of cocks thrusting, Dahyun’s excited moans, the guys’ mocking laughter, and the heavy panting of those fucking her hard all blended into a symphony of lust. The sweat-soaked guys kept fucking her, switching out twice, leaving her asshole and pussy gaping, unable to close.

Each thrust forced out more juices and cum, dripping down the cocks to the floor. After Dahyun was fucked to the point of screaming and pissing again, the floor was covered in a puddle of her musky fluids. “Hehe, Dahyun, are you hungry?” asked a guy on the recliner, thrusting into her pussy with his glistening cock, grinning.

“Ah… mm… mm, so hungry… fucked so hard by oppa’s big cocks… I’m starving, ah… ahhh… I want… I want a cream hotdog, ah… ahh… oppa, be gentle, ahh…” Dahyun was fucked to the point of exhaustion, lying limply on the guy, her large breasts squashed into flat pancakes, the flesh spilling out where her body met his chest, swaying with each thrust, her breasts circling in place like deflated tires supporting her pale body.

“Haha… this little slut wants a cream hotdog, then beg us for it,” the guy fucking her asshole sneered. “Ahh… please… please, oppa, give this little slut… ah… something to eat… ah… a cream hotdog… ahh… this little slut is so hungry… ahhh… please… big cock oppa… ah…” “Slap…” The guy fucking her asshole smacked her fat ass hard, sending waves of flesh rippling.

“What a fucking slut, she’s addicted to it. Guys, let’s call it a night after feeding this whore, haha, save some energy to fuck her again tomorrow.” “Haha…” The guys laughed. The two guys thrust hard for a few more minutes, both shooting their loads into her body. When they pulled out, one guy grabbed two long slices of bread, pressing them against her pussy and asshole, rubbing them to coat the bread with the cum and juices flowing out.

Another guy took two thumb-thick sausages, shoving them into her pussy and asshole for a moment before pulling them out and sandwiching them between the bread slices. “Here, Dahyun, your hot cream hotdog is ready, come eat,” he said. “Hehe…” “Haha…” The guys laughed derisively.

Dahyun sat up, her pale skin glistening with sweat, juices, piss, and cum, shining under the light, her hair sticking to her face in strands, her breasts trembling. She took the “cream hotdog,” biting off a large piece, chewing as if it were a delicacy, and finally licking the cum from her fingers and lips into her mouth.

The guys watched her finish, laughing. “I’m so thirsty… oppa… Dahyun is so thirsty,” she said, batting her eyes at them, acting coy. The guys knew she wanted to drink their piss, and three of them immediately brought their cocks to her mouth, spraying piss before she could say more.

Dahyun swallowed eagerly, but the volume was too much, and much of it spilled from her lips, dripping down her breasts and onto her dripping lower body, finally pooling into the puddle of fluids on the floor.

“Haha, slut… a whore fucked by thousands, ridden by millions, so shameless.”

“Hehe… if she weren’t this slutty, we wouldn’t have anything to play with.”

“She calls herself a member of TWICE, just a shameless nympho.”

“Worse than a prostitute, loves eating cum and drinking piss.” “Exactly, even prostitutes wouldn’t drink piss, but this slut begs for it, so shameless.” “Look at her, so cheap, we say this to her face, and she’s dripping again.” “Haha…” “Little slut Dahyun, is your asshole itching again?”

“Even if it is, too bad. We’re exhausted tonight, come back tomorrow, hehe… we’ll rest up and fuck you again.”

“Haha… going back with a belly full of cum, it’d be a miracle if no one notices.”

“Meh, who cares, it’s not our problem. Even if she’s stuffed with cum, her fans won’t know.” “Hehe…”

701 notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 2 months ago

Text

love sniping influencers

got loads more dm to trade

1K notes · View notes

happybreadnacho · 2 months ago

Text

Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.12

Ignorance Is Bliss

Male reader x Sana

Tags: Fluff, Smut 3k Words

When it came to the sudden cute selfies she’d send at the most random times of the day, or the calls just to hear your voice, you simply couldn’t say no. It was hard not to notice how often she started texting you—from simple “good morning” and “goodnight” messages to thoughtful questions like “How was your day?” or “What are you doing?” Sometimes, she’d even get a little flirty with a playful, “Are you thinking about me?”

The day goes on with the steady sound of heavy rain, and Sana is sitting right next to you, finishing up dinner together. You feed her, care for her, take baths with her, tell her jokes, tease her, flirt with her—a lot, actually. It’s like you’re her boyfriend. But you’re not.

You find yourself staring at her lips the longer she talks beside you. Sana never wants to sit across from you—she always chooses to sit right next to you. It’s that clingy side of her that you find so charming. On rainy days like this, she’ll cling to the side of your shirt and follow you everywhere around the house, like personal space doesn’t even exist.

“Oppa, are you even listening to me?” Sana pouts, giving you a playful side-eye.

“Yeah,” you whisper, staring right at her glistening lips coated in grease. The way they catch the light has your thoughts wandering, and for a moment, you forget what she was even talking about. The playful smirk on her face only makes it harder to look away, and you can’t help but wonder if she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“What did I say?” she chuckles. Just to get yourself out of this, you lean a little closer, eyes lingering on her soft lips before meeting her gaze. Sana does the same, her flirtatious smile growing as she gently bites her lip right in front of you, then pauses. “You weren’t listening, were you?” she says, her voice dropping to a seductive, shallow tone.

You feel her hands slowly reaching up your thigh, her fingertips tracing teasing circles along your skin. Sana’s touch is deliberate, as if she’s savoring every inch of you, her intentions clear in the way she continues to look into your eyes. Her grip is soft yet firm, a silent promise of what’s to come as she inches closer to your crotch.

Your breath stutters when her palm finally presses against the growing bulge in your pants. Your cock stiffens under her attention, aching for more as she squeezes lightly, testing your reaction. A quiet groan escapes your lips, and Sana smirks, pleased with the effect she has on you. Your adrenaline starts to rush like a wave. It’s like a surge you can’t handle by how small her hands are, the very hands you hold her down in bed while her legs are spread apart in the air, the heavy breaths and moans she makes that are so engraved in your mind.

"Sana," you quiety utter, gently pushing her hands off of you and take a deep breath.

"What's wrong, Baby?" she whispers, licking her bottom lips, really seducing you now.

"Is there something you want to do after this?" And honestly, you're hanging on a thread right now by trying to control your desires for Sana.

“You,” Sana smiles, seeing her own reflection in your dilated pupils.

Honestly, it’s not even a surprise to hear her say that.

“Sana, let me wash the dishes first. Then we can go to bed."

“Do it later,” she smirks, fighting back with your hand as she easily grabs onto your thigh again. “I want you. So bad.”

The way she’s staring at you is downright tempting, making it hard to focus on anything else—like the dishes you were supposed to be washing by now. You want to forget it all, pick her up, and carry her to the bed. You swallow hard, unsure of what to do as her gaze moves from your lips to your eyes, never breaking. Sana chuckles softly, clearly enjoying the effect she has on you. She thinks it’s cute how you’re trying so hard to stay composed, even if she seduces you without much effort.

“It’s not a hard choice, Baby. Touch me instead,” she adds, her voice low and husky as she inches closer and closes her eyes. She doesn’t go for the kiss, though—Sana wants you to make the first move. It’s always been that way. The way she speaks so quietly, so smoothly, is starting to strip away every ounce of your composure, leaving you completely lost in the moment. The urge to just carry her and hear her breathtaking moans are tempting.

“Dishes, and then we can get in bed, Sana,” you murmur, taking a deep breath again.

She pouts and murmurs, “you don’t want me? I thought we were thinking of the same idea here.”

“We are, just after doing the dishes, Sana,” you say, grabbing her plate and put it on top of yours to bring it to the sink.

Sana watches you as you get up and walk to the sink with the plates and utensils. “Do you think it’s going to rain harder tonight?” she asks, her voice soft, almost curious of only your answer.

“Looks like it’s not stopping until midnight if I remember. Why?”

“Just wondering,” she says quietly as you turn on the faucet, her eyes following you from the dining table. After a brief pause, she stands up and walks over to you. “Do you want some help?” she asks, brushing behind to stand beside you.

Since she’s already here, you don’t bother brushing her off. You can tell she’s a little annoyed. The subtle pout on her lips gives it away. “Mind rinsing, Sana?” you ask, scrubbing the plate in your hands with a sponge.

“Okay,” she smiles and stands beside you patiently. “Oppa.”

“Hmm?” you say, giving her a plate to wash as she grabs it and rinses it with water.

“Can you buy me a bra? I saw one online that I want. I’ll wear it next week when I come over if it arrives early. I’ll keep it here with you too,” Sana chuckles.

“Share the link to me later. But the closet is full of Tzuyu’s belongings already and some from Jihyo. I don’t want anything to get mixed up.”

“Jihyo?” Sana utters, putting the plate on the drying rack. “Is she coming over often that I didn’t know?”

“No. Jihyo just stayed over for a few days and asked if she could leave some of her stuff here. That’s all."

“Oh,” she says and looks over at the stovetop to see the frying pan. “Are you washing that too?”

“Can you get it for me, Sana?” you say, rinsing the last plate instead of her.

“Okay,” she says and quickly flicks the water off her hands to keep it from dripping on the floor before going to get the pan. It wasn’t her intention to splash your face and shirt with a few stray droplets, but you couldn’t help thinking she did it on purpose—just to mess with you.

You pause for a moment, eyes narrowing with suspicion as you wipe the droplets off your face. Turning to the sink as she gets the pan, you gather a small splash of water in your hand and casually flick it at her the moment she comes back, surprising Sana as she flinches. She gives you a look—half amused, half confused, and a light chuckle.

“Hey,” she says softly, brushing the water from her face before turning back to the sink. With a quick flick, she sends a splash your way after reaching for the faucet and laughs. You try to give her a return fire, but Sana catches your wrist in the middle of the chaos. Instead, you use the moment to pull her aggressively toward you, the playful tension turns romantic instantly as she blushes and meets your gaze. Somehow, Sana’s making your heart flutter. “Are you nervous?”

You gulp, “your cheeks are red, Sana... and I haven’t touched you yet.”

"I love it when you stare at me like that," she flirts back.

Yet, the two of you keep pretending there’s nothing more, turning a blind eye to what it could mean to one another. Brushing off the glances, the silence that lingers too long, the way she’s still holding onto your arm. Even if the rain continues on outside, all the attention was on Sana.

She gives you a light tug, silently urging you to forget the pan in the sink and take her somewhere more intimate—the bed. Her hands trail down from your arm, locking around your wrist as she starts to pull you. Her seductive laugh filling the air as she drags you slowly out of the kitchen.

“I made you wait too long, Sana,” you say softly. Outside, the rain pours harder, drumming against the windows like restless fingers tapping, as if the storm itself had been waiting for this moment—urging you both to stop pretending and finally let your feelings collide.

As you walk into the hallway, her grip tightens around your wrist, refusing to let go. Once the two of you reach the bedroom, you push Sana down onto the edge of the bed with her legs dangling. She quickly pulls off her shirt, then unbuttons her pants, letting you slide them off—all while you take your time removing your own.

“Sana, we have all day. What’s the rush?” you chuckle, pulling off your shirt. Her hands glide over your chest before sliding down to tug your boxers free, letting your cock spring out right in front of her. She lets out a soft laugh, her gaze locked onto you as you gently push her shoulder, guiding her down onto the bed. In one swift motion, you yank her pants the rest of the way off.

“No need to close the door,” she murmurs, sitting back up and pulls you close until your bodies press together. She wraps her fingers around your cock, and with a slow tease, she spits a long strand of saliva right onto the tip.

“Want to do the honors?” you murmur. Without a response from her, she teases you, rubbing your cock against her folds before sliding it inside. A soft whimper escapes her lips as she sinks back onto the bed, arching her back subtly and moans.

“Push deeper,” Sana whispers, and you obey effortlessly, pushing slowly into her tight pussy, which continues to hug your cock harder the further you go. Leaning down toward her, you feel her hands grip your back, pulling you closer against her chest.

“Sana,” you moan into her ear, pausing to catch your breath as her fingers dig into your back. She returns the favor, gasping your name—not “baby” this time, which doesn’t surprise you, but the way she says it now feels different. While the rest of the world remains clueless, shes here, every week to what it feels like a dream. You can picture Sana naked in your mind. Her scent lingers on your pillows for days afterward. She never bothers with panties or a bra when it’s just the two of you, because why would she? As Sana moans from beneath, you thrust in slow, deep strokes. She’s not thinking of her worries, only you—right here, right now, in this moment.

Her breaths are coating your ear—every moan, whimper, and gasp to stoke your desire. The rain drums a rhythm against the windows, wrapping you both in a feverish haze as you reach for her right leg to positision her better. Sana moans harder, grunting and whimpering one after another as she turns her head to the side from how much deeper you're penetrating her walls.

“Good girl,” you growl, clenching your teeth, because, funny enough, she’s really digging her nails into your back.

“I love it, Baby,” she whispers and takes a deep breath once she feels you pushing your cock back in. “Just like this.”

You’re not planning to stop, but push her limits by a little. Sana’s comfort zone is this much—not too hard, not too gentle, but maybe, with the weather as an excuse, your passion for her is burning hotter than it ever was. So, slowly, you thrust back, then drive your cock into her as she squeals. You groan and take a quick breath with her, all while both of you feel a smile from each others cheeks.

She chuckles with a heavy breath, thinking it’s super romantic how you are today. Sana never felt this much when you’re pushing against her body like she means so much to you. “I’m all yours,” she murmurs and lifts her chin up against your shoulders.

Without a response, you continue to drive into her slick pussy, setting a rhythm as she doesn’t let you go from her embrace and take your cock. You hear Sana’s struggling, but knowing her, it’s any minute now that she’ll cum. She squirms and lets out more erotic moans, panting with her toes curling up.

“Cum, Baby,” you say.

“You’re so,” and she takes a quick breath, “fucking deep, Baby.” Then Sana squeals, moaning your name out as you pick up the pace, making her cum and squirm around. You take a quick breath, cock throbbing without letting her get a single rest while she’s still cumming. Sana taps your shoulders, telling you to slow down. It’s cute, yet hot when she’s letting you be more aggressive this time around on rainy day.

“Okay,” you chuckle, turning your head towards her cheek to give Sana a kiss on the neck and leave your cock deep in her without a single thrust. “Take your breaths, Baby.”

Neither do you realize that you’re calling her “baby.” It’s making her heart flutter in all the dangerous ways as she gives you a hug in silence.

“You’re being so adorable, Sana,” you say, lifting your head towards her and stare into her eyes.

“You love it, don’t you?” she murmurs, taking a heavy breath, then chuckles. “I know you do.”

“Very,” you murmur, going in for a kiss on her lips as she closes her eyes. Slowly, you continue to thrust your hips against hers, less aggressive to let her enjoy every inch before you cum. “Give me your hands, Sana.”

She lets her hands off of you, and you interlock them with yours, pinning them onto the bed. Her mouth is slightly opened, breathing heavily with her eyes closed as you stare at Sana from above. You know how beautiful she is, you love this view, this voice of hers as Sana moans in such a beautiful, feminine voice. It drives you fucking insane that cumming deep inside her is the only way to finish this.

“Sana,” you groan, thrusting faster as your cock throbs without you hesitating. And at the last moment, you drive your cock in, deep, cumming hard in her, all while you stare at her beauty. “Sana,” you groan her name again.

To Sana, this is super romantic as her heart melts from you calling her name so lovely and how your hands tightly interlocking hers while feeling the warmth of your cum flooding into her womb. She falls silent as you catch a breath and kisses your neck. Her legs slides off your hips and hangs from the side of the bed. As a favor, you break her off from kissing your neck and look at each other. Sana gulps as you lean closer, intentionally wanting her to think you want her lips, but quickly, you kiss her on the forehead.

It’s just flirting, but really, it’s genuinely a love language that you’ve yet acknowledged to notice how small that gesture was to her.

“Oppa…” she gulps until her throat becomes dry and continues to hold your hands when you’re taking longer to respond. “Baby? Why so romantic?” she chuckles.

You subtly pout and let go of her hands to brush the side of her hair, “because you’ve waited long enough for this today, Sana.”

Again, she falls silent when you’re smiling at her and looks at you getting up to pull out.

“Let me go wash the pan quickly, Sana,” you say, putting on your boxers. “May I? We can cuddle after. I promise.”

She shyly giggles as you reach for her panties to put it on her and slowly pull it up her legs. “Okay. Fine. I’ll wait here. You better come back quickly.”

As you rush out and head to the kitchen to clean the pan, Sana’s getting drowsy, her body sinking deeper into the warmth of the blanket wrapped around her. She tries to stay awake, her eyes fluttering shut and then open again, trying to hold out until you come back. Eventually, she gives in, drifting off to sleep while facing the door, waiting for you.

“Sana,” you call out her name with a playful tone as you head back to the bedroom. But when you open the door, she’s already asleep. You half-expected her to be waiting, to curl into your arms like she always does—but today was different. Things got a little more passionate than either of you anticipated, and now she’s lying there, completely asleep.

You quietly make your way to the bed, gently lifting the blanket to lay down with Sana and put her in your arms. But then you notice—she’s holding your shirt against her chest, clinging to it like a small blanket. The sight tugs at something deep inside you, and suddenly, you're left wondering what you really mean to her, and what she’s come to mean to you.

565 notes · View notes