howslemon

[howslemon]

Growls and Purrs

IZ*ONE Jo Yuri & Male Reader

a/n: hhhhhhhhh

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It was a while after you moved in, and Yuri was only herself a tenant for a short span by the time you joined her. She was a pretty girl at the very least; there were times you caught yourself staring, and other times she caught you. Good thing your interest was mutual, and the odd moments of Yuri looking with a bit too much interest in your direction was most common when you'd only just left the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel.

It started from that: teasing each other by walking in the common spaces of the apartment with less clothes on than you've been used to but not so little as to be weird—an afternoon of you in an undershirt showing off your arms gets you a night of her in shorts that covered nothing of her thighs. It came to a peak when one night Yuri, after a particularly long and splashy bath, came out of her room dressed in a thin pink top, tiny black FTBs that showed off more than even her parents had ever seen of her, and literally nothing else. She dried her hair with a towel, wafting her lavender shampoo all over, and crashed next to you on the sofa before picking up the popcorn bowl for herself. 

It was all of five minutes of you sharing the popcorn while she idly scrolled her phone when she caught you again, only this time you couldn't hold back. And who could blame you? A girl like that doesn't come by every day, especially not one so eager to have you too. You took her lips and she melted so easily into the kiss like you'd been married for just a couple months. Her tongue felt heavenly on yours—with the way she explored your mouth you knew that she felt the same—and you couldn't get enough of her. It was hellishly intoxicating, as the scent of lavender grew stronger and stronger the further into her you fell, and soon she had her arms wrapped around your neck while you trapped her between yourself and the couch cushions and threatened to hold her there forever. Frantic and reckless was the way she tore off her skimpy clothes: her shorts dangled around only one of her knees and her tank top scrunched right under her neck to reveal a pair of luscious tits she'd been dying to show you since forever.

She tugged at your shirt with a primal need, wanting to somehow be even closer to you, to somehow not break the kiss while you undressed to meet her where she is. It was impossible, though, but the few seconds you were away from her were well worth the trouble: her hands roamed all over your chest and back and everywhere she could reach, and she thanked you by making quick work of your pants–at that point you had to wonder whether she had experience with this sort of thing with how easily she got them off.

A few cursory rubs between her legs told you everything you needed to know: she was soaking wet and shuddered under your fingers and jerked like every graze over her sex would be the one to push her over the edge. It was the easiest thing in the world then to start satiating your lust for her using her, and with the way her hips moved along with yours, she told you she was using you right back. 

You trailed kisses from her lips down lower and lower to her neck, paying special attention to where you feel her pulse. She tugged at your hair and pushed you to other spots on her neck to kiss and mark to every degree of success, all the while she got more and more frantic of what she wanted from you. It was a thick haze you both found yourselves in: she wanted everything from you, to feel you anywhere and everywhere, and you wanted the exact same thing; not as urgent but just as careful. So why was it getting so hard to keep her under control?

It finally came to the point where she cleared from the mind fog and woke up with her wrists pinned above her head, and she melted when she found you still over her, face to face, nowhere else to look but to you and you alone. She brought her lip between her teeth, and it told you all you needed to know. With your free hand, you aimed your cock right at her soaking cunt, and you rubbed your tip all over her folds. She choked on her spit as you did, surprised and deathly turned on at what you were threatening her with, or perhaps promising her. The look in her eyes screamed a carnal need that only you could help her meet, and you did. 

Fuck being gentle, fuck being slow, and fuck Jo Yuri. It would never have been this easy to do so had it not been weeks and weeks of teasing each other, and memories slowly resurfaced: the way she bent over the counter while eating chips just as you happened to walk by, the way she put her arm under her chest while on the phone, the way she only ever somehow was just putting on something half-decent whenever she answered your knocks on her bedroom door. 

Now that you had her, or that she had you, you slid into her like the most natural thing in the world, and Yuri all but disagreed. Every inch you pushed into her brought her moans even higher, without any hint of discomfort until you were all the way inside her. Only then did you notice her eyes shut tight, her teeth almost drawing blood from her lower lip, and you had to reassure her that it'll feel better soon. 

“I know,” she said in between deep breaths as her fingers ran through your hair, “I always thought it would,” her moans rising in pitch as she pulled you into her neck, “it’s everything I've dreamed of,” she shivered as you started to move inside her.

And it was heavenly, having a woman like this under you, taking your cock like it's exactly what she needed to survive. Her breath hitched each time you bottomed out in her, and it was the first of the good spots you've come to memorize since. You hit it again and again, and again and again her grip on your back tightened, her breath shook, her pussy making your cock slicker.

“Ah, fuck, yes,” straight into your ear with every thrust into her dripping cunt. Her velvet walls squeezed your cock as she writhed underneath you—she arched her back uselessly as you kept her pinned on the cushions, but the both of you knew she wasn't trying to get free. “Fuck me harder…” she pleaded in that whiny voice you've come to love. The wet slapping sounds coming from where you two connect only turned her on even more, and the more she asked in that voice the more it felt so fucking good to be getting off to the body that teased you constantly.

Her wrists pinned over her head, your hand wrapped around her neck, her tongue sticking out as she watched you tower over her weak, submissive form. Fuck her deeper, faster, rougher; never mind the tears that formed in the corners of her eyes or how they crossed as you pounded her helpless body like all she was was a toy. Her toes curled and uncurled in a rhythm you couldn't quite place, her breath was unsteady and labored, with her only reprieve being the moments you let her neck go only to slap her tits. 

“Shit, I'm your fuckdoll, use me—” before she choked again. Drool dripped down her chin as her tongue hung out, Yuri too fucked out to know what to do with it. Another moment for her to breathe, and her tits jiggled against your open palm. Have the slightest bit of mercy for her, and another harsh slap as your hand met her tender breast again. You soothed her like your groping her chest made it all better, and in a way, it did. It had gotten overwhelming, tears streamed freely down her beautiful face as she grew tighter and tighter around you, and you knew she was close. 

Your hand wrapped around her neck again, cutting off her air just as she was about to take one in. Her eyes crossed, tongue out, babbling nonsense as her brain powered down; she was losing her mind, and she trusted you to take advantage of her however you wanted. 

Her thighs shook, her back arched further, her cunt throbbed—and you felt your release was imminent, faster and faster in this needy, warm hole—before a strangled moan finally fought its way through your grip. Her pussy gripped your rock hard cock tight, and streams of her girlcum splashed all over your crotch. Her vulnerable body jerked with each squirt, drenching your cock and the cushions underneath her sore cunt with her nectar. The way her tits and thighs jiggled, the way she thrashed trying to get free and cum the way she wanted; there wasn't any sight of her luscious, willing body that didn't turn you on even more.

“Yuri,” you whispered right into her ear, “I'm gonna fill you up, and you're gonna fucking take it.” And her response you couldn't tell if it was a nod or just her in the middle of the most groundbreaking orgasm she'd ever had. She screamed your name as she felt you pounding her poor hole, and at last the pressure in your balls cracked open the floodgates: one final thrust deep into her warm, wet cavern and ropes of your hot cum shot out of you and straight into her womb. With how she jerked and twitched beneath you as you filled her up, you could have sworn she really was just a premium sex toy instead of your teasing roommate. 

Without even the chance to recover, Yuri was sent into another climax, her gorgeous voice growing hoarse as she screamed every expletive she knew. The heat she felt inside her was unbearable, and the feeling of being filled by your seed only cemented into her mind that she'd never feel this good again without you.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her labored breathing desperately forced air back into her lungs; she lay there sweaty and motionless, your cum leaking out of her sore cunt and onto the couch, and you swear she'd never looked so sexy. Her sultry smile, the bruises only beginning to form around her neck, and her last effort before she completely passed out: she found your hand and brought it to her aching chest, asking you to soothe her abused tits. You did as requested, and as you toyed with her boobs, you noticed a sweet-sounding snore coming from your new toy.

~~~

[howslemon]

Boxes

~6k words, smut, male reader

“I can’t accept this.”

“Why not?”

“It’s way too expensive.”

Stupid… that was definitely stupid. For Yuri, there was no set of words that held less meaning. It just slipped out, a dumb mistake on your part. No matter how many times you’ve had this redundant back and forth in the past, you’re always left in the same place – this simply wasn’t a dispute Yuri would even consider losing, and eventually you would have to accept it.

“Just say thank you,” Yuri replied, not even sparing you a glance as she continued browsing. “Do you think I should try gold?”

“I think I like your platinum one more,” you answered, taking a quick glance at the necklace she was modeling before turning back to the pendant in your hands. “But it still looks nice.”

Yuri placed the necklace back and turned to you, sighing before flashing you a smile. “No, you’re right, it doesn’t suit me,” she commented, glancing around the store. “Come on, let’s try somewhere else.”

“I didn’t say it doesn’t suit you, it’s still nice,” you clarified as you placed the pendant back in the display case. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You don’t have to lie, I’m a big girl. I can handle the truth,” she replied coldly, holding her hand out for you to take. “Now come on, let’s go. And pick that cute box back up before you offend me again.”

“Yuri, don’t be like that,” you groaned, picking the pendant’s case back up and taking her hand. “I said it’s nice.”

“Yeah and what you meant was it’s ugly on me.”

“I did not mean it’s ugly on you!” you protested before pausing in your tracks, holding up the little box. “Hey, forgetting something?”

“They know you’re with me, it’ll just get added to my account. They won’t hassle me for such a small purchase,” Yuri replied casually, turning to face you. “Put it back on, I like how it looks on you.”

“How the hell do you have such privilege at a Cartier store?”

“I come here all the time,” Yuri shrugged, holding her hand out for you to take again. “You’re asking too many questions.”

That’s a first, you thought to yourself as you put the pendant on and took her hand once more. “You’re just full of surprises,” you chuckled. “Thank you again.”

“Don’t mention it. You hungry?”

“I could eat. You?”

“A little bit,” Yuri replied, letting go of your hand and leaning right up against your body instead, interlocking arms with you. “And we both know that just means I’m going to eat some of whatever you get.”

“Then tell me, what am I in the mood for today?”

She thought for a moment, scanning the food court around her before fixating on a stall. “Corndog.”

“Just a corndog?” you asked, knowing Yuri would always want more, even if just a bite. “How about some chicken? It's been a while.”

“I can get you some, sure,” Yuri replied, pulling you towards the food court. “You go get the corndogs, I’ll go get the chicken,” she instructed, handing you her credit card.

“It’s just a couple of corndogs, I can get it,” you waved her off.

“Don’t be difficult, take the card,” Yuri glared at you. She had this uncanny way of making you listen when she spoke, those slightly pursed lips – shining with just a bit of gloss – seemingly intensifying whatever words she decided to use in a way that just made it so difficult to argue. 

With a smile and a roll of your eyes, you walked off, leaving Yuri behind as you went to pick up her corndogs. You decided on one with fried potatoes on the outside, picking more so based on what you thought Yuri would like rather than your own preferences. After paying with her card and picking up the food, you looked around for her, finding her waiting at another stall.

“I thought you were getting chicken.”

“I figured you’d also want some noodles,” she replied, her gaze locked firmly on the man scooping them into the box. It was like she was in a trance, an adorable and cute one. She held up a receipt, still not even looking your way. “It should be done by now.”

And with the little slip of paper, you maneuvered through the crowd and picked up the yangnyeom from the next stall over – your favorite flavor – before bringing it back to the table that Yuri had settled on.

“It looks amazing,” you commented on the spread of food as you took your seat. “And this little box they put the chicken in, it’s so cute!”

“Unlike me in a gold necklace.”

“Yuri,” you sighed, holding her corndog up for her to take. “Are you really still on that?”

Yuri leaned forward and took a bite, keeping firm eye contact with you the entire time, taking her time to chew slowly. She knew what she was doing. That testy expression, ready to lash out at you at the first provocation, combined with the adorable fullness of her cheeks was sending you for a loop. On one hand you didn’t want to make her upset, but on the other hand she was so adorable right now that all you could think about was teasing her some more.

“How’s the corndog?”

“Maybe you try it yourself and find out,” she replied, picking up her chopsticks and starting on the chicken. “Then if you hate it, you can tell me it’s still nice or whatever you said.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“I don’t think so.”

“You absolutely are,” you crossed your arms. “You’re sulking for no reason.”

“First you call me ugly, now you say I’m being perverse.”

“Yuri,” you rolled your eyes. “You’re not ugly, but you are being perverse.”

“No I’m not, this is just my style,” she stuck her nose up in an attempt to seem sassy, but the food filling her cheeks made her look more adorable than anything else. “Why aren’t you eating? It’s going to get cold.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Yuri’s gaze left the chicken and landed on you, her eyes burning red in frustration. “What do you mean you’re not hungry, I got all this for you,” she snapped, putting down her chopsticks. “You said you’d eat.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Are you in the mood for something else? We can get whatever you want,” Yuri suggested, her features hinting real concern, the coldness evaporating before your eyes. “We can even go somewhere else–”

“I’m okay Yuri,” you replied, trying your best to hold back your smile. “I’ll just watch you eat.”

“No,” she whined, jumping to her feet and stomping around the table, sitting next to you. “Eat something, here,” she held up a piece of chicken for you, holding her hand under it.

“No thanks.”

Yuri’s expression shifted slightly from worry to determination. “Just take at least one bite,” she insisted, moving her chopsticks closer to your mouth, eyes wide and pleading. “Please?”

The corners of your mouth betrayed you, twitching upwards slightly. “Fine, just one,” you conceded, accepting the bite.

Yuri’s face lit up with triumph as she quickly grabbed another piece of chicken for you. “It’s good, right?” she asked, holding the piece up and blowing on it for you. “Here, have more.”

“Yuri I can feed myself,” you chuckled while grabbing her wrist gently. “But thank you.”

“You sure you don’t want anything else? Dessert maybe?”

“I’m good, this is more than enough.”

“Alright, just let me know,” Yuri yawned as she leaned her head against your shoulder. “I’m full.”

“You had like two bites.”

“So what, we’ll take the leftovers,” Yuri replied while stifling a small giggle at your reaction. “Good thing we have such a cute little box, right?”

“Yeah, right,” you grumbled before picking your chopsticks back up.

— 

“What are you about to do?” Yuri asked as she took off her coat.

“Nothing in particular,” you replied, waiting for her to ask for what you already knew was coming.

She ran up in front of you, watching patiently as you took off your shoes, her eyes shining in excitement. “Cuddle?” she asked once you slipped them both off, holding her hands out.

“Sure,” you smiled back and took her hands, following along as she pulled you into her little apartment.

Her place was modest to say the least – considering how much money this girl had. At first glance, you’d never know, but once you really started to take a closer look, the signs were there.

The couch – that she just pushed you onto – was easily the most comfortable couch you had ever sat on, facing a gorgeous, brand new OLED. The two of you have spent many evenings watching random movies, shows, and YouTube videos together here, more often than not falling asleep before making it to her luxurious king-sized bed, which was equally as comfortable – not that the girl needed a bed of that size.

Yuri quickly threw on some random video about some infamous thief before excitedly climbing onto your body, sliding into your arms and pulling out her phone. “Do you wanna share a hot chocolate or something?” she asked while opening up an app.

“Do you actually want hot chocolate or do you just want to try using the robot again?” you chuckled, giving her a small poke in the ribs. “Go ahead, let's see if it works this time.”

“It will!” she replied excitedly as she pulled out her phone. “Alright let’s do simple hot chocolate with… marshmallows and some chocolate flakes! Anything else?”

“Let’s try just that, I don’t really want to clean up a mess tonight.”

“It’ll work this time,” she whined, sending the order. “You just have to believe.”

“Alright alright, this time I’m with you, I believe in him,” you gave the back of her head a little peck. “And if it works, I’ll cuddle with you all night.”

“And what if it doesn’t?”

“I’ll probably still cuddle with you all night.”

“No take backs,” she giggled, turning onto her side and resting her cheek on your chest. She lay there for a while, watching the screen while the robot worked on the drink, breathing calmly as you ran your fingers through her hair slowly. “Do you really believe this guy managed to steal this much all by himself?”

“Not at all, it sounds absolutely ridiculous,” you answered, moving your hand down to rest it around Yuri’s stomach. “Although, he is clearly stupidly rich. Maybe he did kill all those people.”

“Yeah,” Yuri sighed softly. “Look at that house, it must have cost like a billion dollars.”

“Your sense of money might be a bit off,” you chuckled, giving her hip a gentle pat. “But even if it was a billion dollars, we both know you could afford it.”

“I prefer a cozier place, gives you fewer places to hide from me.”

“Truly a shame, I’m just stuck here with you all the time, nowhere to hide.”

“Hey,” Yuri rolled over so that she was facing you. She looked upset. “If I bought a bigger place, would you really hide from me?”

“Yeah, all the time.”

Yuri frowned, scrunching up her face in the most adorable way possible. “Stop joking,” she pouted, her shiny eyes pleading.

Why did she have to be so cute?

“Yuri, I promise I wouldn’t hide,” you cupped her face in yours hands and gazed tenderly into her eyes. “I love you,” you added before kissing her forehead softly.

Her frown melted away, replaced by the brightest and that adorable smile you’ve grown to love returned. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, pulling herself into your body. “Say it again,” she whispered against your chest.

“I – love – you – so – much,” you kissed the top of her head between each word.

Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled as she looked up at you, squeezing tighter, as if she never wanted to let go.

“Yuri, I can’t breathe,” you playfully croaked.

She loosened up her grip slightly. “More than anything?” she asked with anticipation all over her expression.

“More than anything.”

“Then you won’t care if you can’t breathe,” she giggled before squeezing you again, as hard as she could.

Your lips couldn’t help but curl up into a smile at her antics. You began tickling her ribs, both of you getting lost in laughter with Yuri’s occasional shriek of protest as it turned into an impromptu wrestling match.

“Stop! Stop!” Yuri howled, laughing hysterically as she curled into a ball in a feeble attempt to protect her sides. “I can’t breathe!”

“Yeah, how do you like it?” you chuckled as Yuri finally broke away from you, gasping heavily and smiling.

“I’m not sharing my hot chocolate anymore,” she panted heavily, clutching her ribs. “Speaking of which, here it comes.”

Slowly and methodically, the little robot rolled over to Yuri with a fresh cup of hot chocolate. She picked it up carefully and shot you a proud smirk before taking a small sip as the robot rolled back into the kitchen.

“Ouch!” she yelped before giggling again, “It’s hot.”

“Dummy,” you shook your head in disappointment.

“It’s really good though!”

“I wouldn’t know, you’re not sharing.”

She looked at you, then down at the cup, then back up to you and exhaled heavily through her nose before motioning for you to come close, her lips slightly pouted the entire time.

She lifted the cup, but then paused, a worried look crossing her face. “Wait, it’s still really hot,” she said before gently blowing on the surface.

She really was the sweetest, you thought to yourself while watching the tiny ripples in the surface of the chocolatey drink, amused by the gesture.

“Here, take a small sip,” she carefully held the mug up again. “Be careful though.”

As you leaned in, she tilted the cup with utmost care, her face fully focused. Once you took a sip, you leaned back as the rich and velvety chocolate enveloped your taste buds, leaving a lingering sweetness on your tongue long after the drink went down your throat.

“How is it?” she asked eagerly, eyes full of anticipation once more.

“Almost as sweet as you,” you smiled at her.

“Is it too sweet? Should I add something to dilute it?” she looked worried without properly registering what you said.

“No,” you leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It’s actually really good.”

“Oh,” she said with a relieved smile as she took another sip. “You sure you don’t want something? The robot works now!”

“I’m fine, all I want is to be close to you,” you replied as she held the mug up for you to take another sip. “And even if it didn’t work, your kitchen is like five steps away.”

“Yeah but a robot is more fun,” Yuri giggled, putting the cup on a cute little flower coaster she had on the table and turning off the TV.

“Cuddling with you is more fun.”

“Then why aren’t you?” she teased, crossing her arms at you.

She began smiling again as you leaned into her, giving her neck a couple of light kisses before hugging her.

“Any plans tomorrow?” you asked as you kissed lower down the neckline of her shirt.

“No, I was thinking about just staying in all day.”

“I could stop by after work if you’d like,” you mumbled, kissing her neck softly while sliding a hand up the bottom of her shirt.

“When are you just going to quit your job,” Yuri sighed, adjusting slightly to give your hand easier access. “Things would be so much easier.”

“We’ve talked about this, I can’t do that,” you replied, appreciating the fact that Yuri bra was the first to go whenever she arrived home as you cupped a tit in your palm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Why not?” Yuri frowned. “I already told you I’d pay for everything, it’s really not a problem.”

“It is a problem.”

“You don’t think I could afford it?”

“I know you can afford it,” you laughed, drawing circles around her nipple with two fingers until you felt it stiffen before giving the nub a small pinch.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“Yuri, baby,” you slipped your other hand up her shirt as well, giving both of her tits equal love as you gave her neck a couple of soft kisses. “I don’t even know where you got the money from.”

“Why does that matter?”

“Because,” you paused to give both of her tits a firm squeeze at the same time, admiring the shape through her shirt. “For all I know, you’re like that thief from the documentary who murdered people. What if you murder me?”

“You don’t actually think I’m going to murder you,” she scoffed before casually grabbing the bottom of her shirt and lifting it up to her neck, freeing her beautiful tits for you to enjoy. “Do you?”

“No,” you muttered, eyes locked on her chest, before leaning forward and pressing her nipple between your lips, stretching it back softly. “I don’t,” you added before moving to the other one.

“Then why is it so difficult,” she sighed, absentmindedly running her fingers through your hair as you toyed with her nipples. “You know that I love you.”

“And I love you,” you replied while cupping both of her tits firmly in your palms and alternating kisses between them. “But then why can’t you tell me?”

“Because,” she hesitated, biting her lip. “You wouldn’t even believe me if I told you.”

“You don’t know that,” you replied without even looking up as you pressed her tits together and ran your tongue up and down her cleavage a few times. “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?”

“Maybe once or twice,” Yuri giggled, pressing your head down into her chest. “Fine, I won the money in a competition.”

“What competition?” you mumbled into her tits. “And how much did you win?”

“See, you don’t believe me, just more questions.”

“Yuri,” you brought your attention back to one of her nipples, using your tongue to poke at it gently. “We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want to tell me.”

“It was some silly game show. I’m really not allowed to tell people about it,” Yuri ignored your suggestion entirely. “It’s a secret, but I promise I didn’t do anything bad.”

“What, is it one of those porno ones where–” you stopped mid sentence as Yuri slapped you across the cheek. “Oh, feisty tonight are we?” you chuckled before lightly biting her nipple.

“I’m not that type of girl.”

“I know you’re not,” you let go of her nipple and tilted your neck upwards, giving her soft, plump lips a drawn out kiss. “It was just a joke.”

“I know, but still, I don’t want you thinking that I would do that even as a joke,” Yuri pouted her dewy lips.

“I’m sorry my love,” you gave her another kiss before bringing your lips back to her tits, rubbing your tongue all over them. “Alright, you won them in some secret game. Fine. And what if you run out?”

“I won’t.”

Her reply… you weren’t expecting it to hit as hard as it did. Something about her confidence, it just resonated with you through all the uncertainty, and you felt like trusting the girl without any real proof.

“Even then, I still need to work. I like my job.”

“Fine, keep the job, but when are you moving in with me?” Yuri asked as she started pulling your shirt off your body.

“I basically already live here,” you answered as the shirt came off. “I’m here every other night.”

“But I want you every night,” Yuri pouted up at you. “I want to wake up next to you every morning.”

“Soon, my love, I promise,” you leaned in to give her a kiss. “What’s the rush?”

“There’s no rush, but like you said, you basically already live here. It would just be easier.”

“Easier? Babe, I already fuck you at least once a day, how much easier do you need it to be?” you chuckled while slipping off Yuri’s skirt.

She smiled up at you with a soft expression, one that could make your heart flutter faster than anything in the world. “It could still be easier,” she whispered. She used both hands to grab the back of your neck and pull you towards her, pressing her lips softly against yours.

“I’ll think about it,” you smiled as you sat up and began unbuckling your belt. You took a glance around the room before chuckling at Yuri. “If I do, you’re going to have to clean up all these boxes.”

“I like ordering stuff…”

“I know you do, but there are actually boxes everywhere.”

“What did the boxes do to you?” Yuri argued as she watched you take off your pants. “I think they’re cute.”

“The boxes are cute?” you laughed, tossing your pants and underwear to the side and laying down next to Yuri. “You seriously are just full of all kinds of surprises.”

“Yeah, you ever thought about how maybe I might like them?” Yuri giggled as her fingers found their way between your legs. “And when I don’t have this to play with, they come in handy.”

“We’ll have to get you some better toys if you’re fucking boxes.”

“Or you could just fuck me,” Yuri whispered back. She pulled her panties off with one hand, her other gently stroking your shaft to life. “Should we head to the bedroom? We haven’t done it there in a while.”

“I literally fucked you in there yesterday.”

“Oops,” Yuri giggled before sliding off the couch and onto her knees. “Whatever, come here. It doesn’t fucking matter.”

“I could fuck you on the boxes,” you suggested while swinging your legs around and sitting on the edge of the couch.

“Shut up,” Yuri grinned with her hand on your cock. She leaned down and pressed her tongue against your balls, sliding it up your shaft and ending with a kiss against your tip.

As she was about to put your cock in her mouth, she paused to hold her hands up for you. Once she had her fingers interlocked with yours on both hands, she gave your tip another kiss and locked eyes with you, squeezing your hands softly before lowering her lips down your cock.

“Oh fuck Yuri, that’s nice,” you sighed deeply, squeezing her fingers back, eyes locked on hers.

The gaze was driving you insane, fierce and confident while her mouth stretched around your cock, her cheeks hollowed in. Yuri moved up and down your cock slowly, making sure to show each inch some love. From time to time, she would lift her mouth up and take a sharp gasp of air, just to bring her mouth back down to your cock.

“I can’t get enough of this,” you groaned.

“Neither can I,” Yuri gasped in response, leaving a string of saliva between her lips and your cock. She gave it a couple of last licks before letting go of your hands. “You look ready. You taste ready.”

“For you,” you paused to grab Yuri by the face and kiss her. “Always.”

“Then what are you waiting for,” she smiled as you held her.

“Bedroom?” you suggested as you slipped a hand down between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy sticking to your fingers as you pressed down and began rubbing little circles.

“Nah, fuck it,” she moaned softly, eyes half-lidded for a moment before she grabbed your cock with both hands and began jerking you. “It doesn’t matter where.”

“Agreed,” you murmured, leaning in and kissing Yuri as she stroked your shaft, making sure to keep your fingers rubbed up against her clit. You were both ready, but you got lost in the moment, everything just felt so right. It took a lot of willpower to break out of the trance you found yourself in, but eventually you picked Yuri up and fell until your back hit the couch with Yuri on top of you. “It really doesn’t fucking matter.”

Yuri giggled softly as she took hold of your shaft again, lining it up while balancing on one knee before slowly lowering herself onto your cock. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the roof as she slowly inched her way down your length.

Once you were fully inside Yuri’s pussy, and with your hands on her hips, she slowly lifted herself back up. Each movement was slow and calculated, a moan or gasp blessed your ears every time Yuri went back down on your cock. She began to speed up, just a bit, making sure to take your entire length with each little bounce.

“Oops,” she started giggling. She accidentally moved too far up, and your cock slipped out of her. “My fault.”

“God damn you’re wet tonight,” you moaned as she rubbed your tip against her pussy.

“You like that?” she whispered while lowering herself once more onto your cock, making a little circular movement this time.

“Fucking love it,” you grunted, finally joining in and giving her a couple of soft thrusts.

“Oh fuck yes, just how I like it,” Yuri cried out softly, taking your cock expertly with her cute little tits bouncing in small circles each time you thrusted your hips up into her. “Oh baby, give it to me.”

“Fuck, Yuri,” you sighed before pulling her down against your body.

The two of you began moving your hips in tandem, with the rest of your bodies completely attached. Her warm, soft skin felt amazing, just as amazing as her pussy felt. The tighter you hugged her, the harder she squeezed back, allowing for the most beautiful intimacy to course through your veins.

A jumble of moans and gasps filled the little apartment, broken only by the sound of you kissing Yuri’s warm neck. While your hands explored her back, occasionally seeking refuge against her soft ass. Nothing in the world could feel better than this.

“I fucking love you,” Yuri cried out softly.

Turns out there was something that could feel better.

“I love you so much,” you moaned back before flipping Yuri onto her back. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” you cupped her face in your hands and kissed her before lining yourself up with her pussy again.

“Fuck,” Yuri stretched the word as far as it could go as you eased into her pussy slowly. She closed her eyes, squirming as you brought your thumb down to her clit and started rubbing gently with each soft thrust.

Your other hand gently pressed her leg to the side, letting you move closer as you fucked Yuri deep and hard. She began screaming out – music in the purest form to your ears. With how many times you’ve fucked Yuri now, you knew exactly what was happening, and you were going to make sure to ride it out with her, the love of your life.

“I… I’m… oh fuck… please.”

“Don’t talk,” you whispered softly while pressing a finger against her lip. She opened her eyes, that pleading glance, forehead scrunched up, and nodded up at you.

Or at least, it looked like a nod, her entire body was bouncing with each thrust still. With a few more deep thrusts, Yuri’s mouth shot open and her eyes shut, she began silently screaming out as her world stopped – this was your favorite part.

There it was, the glorious squeeze of Yuri’s pussy whenever she would cum. Nothing was more perfect. Without fail, you knew this was the best moment, and the perfect motivation for you to start thrusting as hard and fast as you could.

Speaking from experience, you knew how much Yuri loved this part. She claimed it felt amazing for her, which was the ultimate blessing, because it felt fucking divine for you. Her pussy squeezed your cock as hard as it could, and your brain began going numb.

A soft ringing in your ears, like when you stand up too quickly, accompanied by the most intense pleasure you have ever felt between your legs. Your cock began erupting inside Yuri’s pussy while the rest of your body spasmed in the most uncontrollable fit of pure ecstasy.

At some point, your cock slipped out of her pussy. You didn’t care to think about how or when, you just made do by grabbing your cock and stroking it over Yuri’s petite body, shooting a couple of final ropes onto her flat and adorable tummy.

“Oh my fucking God,” you moaned as you stroked whatever was left out of your cock right onto her pussy, joining the mess that was leaking out of her. “I love you so much.”

“I fucking love you,” Yuri sighed back with a smile, quickly sitting herself up and kissing you as all of your cum slowly flowed down her body.

She gave your cock a final few gentle strokes while kissing you, fondling your balls a bit between her fingers, and occasionally clawing at your tip to make a mess of the cum you had left on it. Once satisfied with the kiss, Yuri smiled warmly at you before looking down at herself.

“Ugh, I’m so fucking sticky,” Yuri whined while scooping your cum off her stomach. “I’m going to go wash up, give me a moment. We’re cuddling again after.”

“Take your time,” you breathed softly, gathering your breath. “I’ll be here.”

Yuri gave you a final quick peck on the cheek before hopping off the couch and skipping across the room. Once Yuri closed the door to her bedroom, you jumped to your feet and ran over to the coat rack. As quickly as you could, you took the little box hidden inside your jacket’s inner pocket, double checking inside to make sure the ring was still there even though you knew it was.

With the box in hand, you quietly leaned against Yuri’s bedroom door, trying to relax as the sound of her shower turning on came through the mahogany. As calmly as your throbbing heart would allow, you cleaned yourself off quickly with some wipes before putting your clothes back on.

Once dressed, you entered Yuri’s room and waited patiently until the shower turned off. Your heart was beating harder than ever now as you dropped down to one knee a few steps away from the bathroom door. You tried taking a few deep breaths, but nothing worked; eventually, you conceded to the fact that you were going to be nervous and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Babe, before I head home, there was something I had to ask,” you called out through the door.

“I thought we were going to–” Yuri began replying as she entered the room before she froze in her tracks. “What are you doing?”

“Yuri–”

“No! Are you serious?” she squealed, bringing her hands up to her mouth, eyes wider than you’ve ever seen. She quickly ran up to you, nearly tripping on her towel. “Babe?!”

“Yuri,” you smiled tenderly up at her. “You are the most beautiful, amazing girl I have ever met in my life. You were my first love, and my only love. You mean the most to me in this world, and there is not a single person I could imagine spending the rest of my life with, other than you.”

Anticipation at an all time high, and hands still glued to her mouth, Yuri stared down at you wide eyed and frozen, incapable of movement.

“Jo Yuri, will you marry me?”

It was as if time stopped for a moment, the world stopped spinning, and the room around you blurred out of existence. All that was left was you, the little box in your hand, and Yuri. Then, with the weight of the entire world, Yuri lowered her hands from her mouth, and, with tears in her eyes, gave her answer.

“Yes, of course. Fucking yes, absolutely!”

Before you could even take in her response, before you could accept what she just said, you were pushed down to your back as Yuri – literally – jumped onto your body, landing with her lips pressed to yours in the best kiss you have ever had. It went on forever, seemingly. Yuri didn’t let go until she physically had to, gasping for breath and letting her tears flow down her cheeks as she looked down at you.

“Babe,” you whispered with a smile that you wouldn’t have been able to wipe off your face even if you wanted. “Try it on?”

“Oh, right,” she gasped, sitting up on her knees and holding out her hand.

She was trembling more than you’ve ever seen. You took hold of her wrist softly, giving it a comforting squeeze before bringing the ring up to her finger and sliding it on – a perfect fit.

“How do you like it?”

“Where did you get this? I’ve never seen anything like it,” Yuri gushed as she held her hand up towards the light, letting it shine against her finger. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s my great-great-grandfather’s, it got passed down my family for generations,” you explained. “I had to get it tightened and stuff, of course.”

“Wow, I love it,” Yuri muttered softly under her breath. She turned her attention away from the ring to look into your eyes. Her expression, soft as ever with little fresh tears of joy in her eyes, just made you melt. “I love you.”

Normally you’d say it back, but there was nothing you wanted more in the world right now than to kiss Yuri, your now-fiancée, on the lips. And that kiss would mark the start of new beginnings, a future, for the rest of your life, with the girl you loved – Jo Yuri.

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A/N:

I'm just a huge liar I guess. Look, this was a fic I started writing as soon as I binged S2 of squidgame, but I wasn't able to finish it before life got busy. I was reminded of it by talking to some other writers and decided to finish it up in one night. I hope you guys still enjoy!

I know a lot of you guys have been asking and very patiently been waiting for the next Twice chapter, it's coming soon! I mentioned in my discord, but I might end up just dropping like four fics in the next couple of weeks. Dating Seraphs ch11 (once ch10 hits 1k notes maybe), Debauchery p2 (idk when, it's pretty much done already), a MiSaMo unnamed standalone of no plot all smut (probably the next release, maybe a couple days pr a week from now), and then I'll try to get the next Twice chapter out!

Love everyone's support and patience recently. I really hope my writing has been enjoyable still, I promise I'm not rushing through it. I still try to put in the effort to make it quality stuff for you guys, I just had a lot of half-finished works that I've finally come around to finishing! <3

[howslemon]

To anon,

unfortunately there's no continuation of Perfect Translation and I don't really plan on doing one. But thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it :)

hi, can i read the continuation of Rei's perfect translation?

@howslemon might have the answer for ya :)

[howslemon]

March Update - the end...?

Hi everyone, π here! 

Hope everyone has a wonderful start to their year already and is doing well. 🙂

This update comes from rather uncertain times right now, so please bear with me.

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Commissions Update:

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I’ve gotten a handful of inquiries asking me for fics in the high 20 to 30k word count range, and while not a single deal has been put to paper, it does mean there is a demand, so I have introduced 3 new commission tiers to cater to said requests. So for those of you wanting me to write a grandiose epic, here's your opportunity! Please bear mind that many of my rules when commissioning a fic still apply, so please read this post first and message me privately before ordering.

With that said, I have the executive decision to adjust pricing to the current available tiers. Previously ordered commissions prior to the change will not be affected in any way. I understand that the price jump might seem a bit much, but please understand that I’m also juggling with plenty of stuff right now—from college to IRL stuff in-between writing fics. There’s a lot of commitment into putting out a work, so please understand. I’m trying my best to stay sane in the meantime.

And speaking of personal issues—

The future of this account:

I wish I could tell you that everything’s fine on our side, but the reality is far grimmer than I’d like you to believe.

The family shop we’ve been running for almost 3 years closed down back in late February. The reasoning being that there’s a big renovation of the mall our shop is based in, specifically a parking and walkway extension connecting the current shopping mall with a new one that will open sometime in 2028-2029. Previously they closed off the parking, now they've decided to close off the entire stretch where our shop lies in as well. So yes, the corporate overlords forced us out of a job and livelihood with no compensation whatsoever. 

This has put us in a severe financial bind. We’re currently going through a bit of a corporate and brand restructuring, already in talks about setting up shop elsewhere. But the lack of a monthly income has begun to chip heavily into our monthly utilities and expenses. Basic necessities seem like a huge expense. Already lost electricity and water twice because we couldn’t pay on time. We’re literally just surviving day to day, only enough to get by, but just barely. Thank God we’re all perfectly healthy, but I can only imagine having to bear medical expenses as well.

In short, worst case scenario, we get financially buried, and this account is killed in the process. Not because I wanted to leave or retire—far from it—but because of circumstances beyond our control. It would be a damn shame because even four years on, I still really love writing and in a way, it’s become a lifeline for me. Met so many friends, got to experience my first events, and made unforgettable memories that I would gladly redo in another lifetime when given the chance. It may not seem apparent, given our current predicament, I’m barely hanging on—emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. It's hard to remain positive when all you see around you is darkness and uncertainty.

But I’m not gonna give up. Any little thing I can provide for my family, I’ll do the best I can. I know this is only temporary, a minor setback, but faith needs some action as well.

Of course, I also understand that most of you are probably reading me because it’s entertainment and a form of escape from your own respective troubles, so I won’t beg, force you to feel sorry for us, or paywall my content. Anything I write and release publicly will remain freely available in some capacity, but I also have to look out for myself during these uncertain times. I may consider doing a monthly based subscription/memberships where I can chat with you through a private Discord and give previews to upcoming work, but I don’t know if that’s worth anything, so commissions will make do for now. But if you feel obliged and compelled, any amount/form of donation will be graciously accepted. Hell, even a reblog or repost to spread the word is more than enough to help greatly.

To leave on a more positive note, I should have two releases in the coming weeks, so please look forward to that. If it hasn’t been made any clear, your continuous support is one of the few positive things I can celebrate right now, and I sincerely appreciate each and every one of you. Thank you for sticking through both great and hard times.

With grace,

Peter / π

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Perfect Translation

IVE Rei x Male Reader

Words: 3.2k+

*Japanese

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The forty-story glass building loomed before you, its sleek facade reflecting the morning sun. You smoothed down your suit coat, gripping your company ID like a lifeline. Your supervisor's words echoed in your mind: "Just a casual check-in with our Japanese partners." Easy for him to say, he wasn't the one navigating Tokyo without speaking the language.

The security guard accepted your ID with both hands, his expression courteous but firm. After a brief examination, he returned it with a gesture toward the waiting area. The glossy pamphlet on the side table offered little comfort. Its characters might as well have been abstract art.

"Good afternoon sir,"

The voice pulled your attention from the pamphlet. A woman stood before you, her presence commanding yet graceful. Her dark hair fell just past her shoulders, complementing the sharp lines of her business attire.

"Naoi Rei, I’ll be assisting you for today." she introduced herself, extending a hand. Her handshake was firm, professional. "Please follow me."

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The elevator ride was quiet for the soft jazz playing overhead. You noticed how she stood, straight-backed, hands clasped before her, the very picture of corporate professionalism.

"First time in Japan sir?" she asked warmly, softening the elevator's fluorescent lighting.

"That obvious huh?"

A smile tugged at her lips. "You have that look about you. Wide-eyed, just taking everything in." She turned slightly toward you. "Tokyo can be overwhelming at first."

"Any suggestions for a newcomer?"

"I know quite a few hidden gems in the city." Her eyes met yours briefly. "Places tourists never find."

The elevator chimed, interrupting whatever was building in that moment. Rei gestured for you to follow, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. The office buzzed with quiet energy, the soft murmur of voices, the gentle hum of computers, the distant ring of phones.

Rei led you to a meeting room along the corner, where an executive in his fifties greeted you with a slight bow. His silver-streaked hair and wire-rimmed glasses gave him an air of distinguished authority.

"Welcome," he said warmly. "I trust you found us without too much trouble?"

Rei translated, voice replicating the same warmth. Was it your imagination, or did her eyes linger on yours a moment longer than necessary?

"The building was hard to miss," you replied, settling into the chair she indicated. The seating arrangement placed Rei between you and the executive, close enough that you caught the subtle scent of her perfume.

"Well, shall we discuss how the partnership has been progressing?"

Rei translated, but this time, she carried a hint of playfulness. "He wants to know how well we work together." Her emphasis on 'we' was subtle but unmistakable.

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The conversation flowed, a dance of languages and meanings. With each translation, Rei seemed to grow bolder, a lingering glance here, a subtle shift in her chair there. Her translations remained professional, but her body language told a different story.

"How do you manage your team?" the executive asked, innocently enough.

Rei's eyes sparkled as she translated. "He's curious about how you... handle things." Her foot brushed against yours under the table, too deliberate to be accidental.

"I believe in being... hands-on when necessary," you replied, maintaining eye contact.

She turned to the executive, translating your words with perfect professionalism, but her crossed legs angled slightly more toward you. The rest of the meeting became a delicate balance, maintaining corporate decorum while an undercurrent of tension built with each exchanged glance, each "accidental" touch.

The executive seemed pleased with the discussion, checking his watch. "I believe we've covered everything now, unless you have any other questions?"

Rei's translation came with a subtle bite of her lip. "He's wrapping up. But I'm sure there's more we could... discuss."

The professional facade was cracking, replaced by something electric, dangerous, and entirely unprofessional. But as you caught her eye, you knew neither of you cared anymore. "That could be arranged,"

Rei’s eyes lingered onto yours a bit longer than necessary as she turned to the executive. "I have no other questions,"

As the executive gathered his papers, Rei translated his closing remarks with perfect professionalism, but her eyes told a different story entirely. The tension that had been building throughout the meeting was reaching its breaking point.

"Thank you for taking the time to meet today," the executive said, standing and extending his hand.

"He said thank you for the stimulating... conversation," Rei translated, her voice low enough that only you could hear the suggestion in her tone.

You shook the executive's hand, maintaining your composure despite the heat crawling up your neck. After exchanging pleasantries, Rei led you back into the hallway, her heels clicking against the polished floor with newfound purpose.

"I should show you around before you leave," she said, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, not that anyone understood it anyway. Then, leaning closer, she whispered, "There's a utility room at the end of this hallway. Nobody uses it this time of day."

Your pulse quickened as you followed Rei down the corridor, past busy offices and meeting rooms. To anyone watching, it was just the translator guiding a visitor, nothing more.

She slowed her pace as you approached a door near the end of the hall. Glancing quickly in both directions, Rei reached for the handle.

The door opened to reveal a small storage room, shelves of office supplies, a utility sink, and not much else. But neither of you were looking at the surroundings as she pulled you inside, closing the door behind you.

She locked the door. The moment it clicked, she turned to you, professionalism cracking at the edges. "So," she murmured, voice dipping lower, "let's talk about that hands-on management style."

You didn’t bother with words.

Your mouth was on hers in an instant, capturing her gasp as you pressed her against the nearest shelf. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t patient. The tension that had been building throughout the meeting snapped in an instant.

She matched your urgency, her hands already at your tie, loosening it with quick, practiced movements. Your fingers traced the buttons of her blouse, slipping one free, then another, revealing smooth skin beneath.

"I've been thinking about this since I saw you through the lobby," Rei whispered against your mouth, her fingers already working at your tie.

The confined space of the storage room amplified every breath, every rustle of clothing, every muffled sound, everything. Your hands found her waist, the smooth fabric of her blouse a stark contrast to the heat emanating from beneath.

"Someone could hear us," you murmured, even as your actions contradicted your words.

"Then we'll have to be quiet," she replied, a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Her fingers moved with surprising dexterity, undoing your coat with practiced ease. "Unless you want me to translate that too? Let them know what we’re doing."

The joke broke the tension for just a moment before it rebuilt, stronger than before. Your hands found the edge of her skirt, bunching the fabric as she pressed harder against you.

"No more talking," she commanded, professional composure completely forgotten. She reached for your belt, working it open with precision.

The small room felt electric, charged with the hours of pent-up energy released in this stolen moment. Office supplies rattled on nearby shelves as you both moved against them, neither caring about maintaining order anymore.

You turned her around swiftly, hands rested on the curve of her hips, guiding her against the stacked shelf. Her breath hitched as your fingers slid up the smooth skin of her thighs, bunching her skirt higher until it barely covered her. Her palms pressed against the shelf, nails barely scratching the metal frame as she arched back, offering herself without a word. You could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, her body betraying how long she’d been waiting for this.

"You're already soaked," you murmured, running a finger along the thin strip of fabric that barely covered her. A soft, muffled gasp escaped her lips as you traced slow circles over her panties, teasing, taunting.

"Do you want me to translate how much I need you right now?" she whispered, voice thick with desire.

Instead of answering, you hooked your fingers into the waistband and tugged her panties down, letting them slide past her thighs before they dropped to her ankles. She kicked them aside without hesitation, spreading her legs wider in silent invitation.

Your fingers dipped between her folds, spreading her open, feeling how wet she was. "Fuck," you breathed, dragging your fingertips through the slickness before pressing one inside her. She clenched around you instantly, her breath catching as she bit back a moan.

"You need to be quiet," you reminded her, sliding another finger in, stretching her, curling just enough to make her shudder. "Unless you want everyone out there to know what a filthy little professional you really are."

Her head dropped forward, forehead resting against the shelf as she fought to control herself. You freed yourself, lining up at her entrance, teasing her with the head of your cock.

You gripped her hips, holding her still as you teased her entrance, rubbing against her, coating yourself in her wetness. "Tell me how badly you want it."

She turned her head slightly, eyes blazing as she met your gaze over her shoulder. "I’ve wanted it the second I saw you in that lobby," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Now stop teasing and fuck me."

A growl rumbled low in your throat as you thrust into her, burying yourself in one smooth, deep stroke. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, fingers tightening around the edge of the shelf. You gave her a moment to adjust before pulling back and slamming into her again, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the small space.

"God—" she gasped, cutting herself off, trying to suppress her moans.

You grinned, gripping a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. "Careful," you warned, your lips brushing her ear. "Wouldn't want anyone to walk in and see you like this, bent over, dripping, taking every inch like you were made for it."

Her only response was a desperate whimper, her walls tightening around you, her body pushing back against yours, seeking more. You gave it to her fast, deep, relentless. The shelf rocked against the wall with every thrust, papers slipping loose, pens scattering onto the floor, but neither of you cared.

"You're so fucking tight," you groaned, your grip on her hips bruising as you drove into her harder, faster. She was trembling now, her legs shaking, her breath uneven as she neared the edge.

"Please," she panted, barely able to get the word out. "Don’t stop."

You reached around, finding her clit, rubbing harsh, quick circles in time with your thrusts. Her whole body tensed, back arching, muscles tightening as she came hard around you, her orgasm crashing over her in silent, shaking waves, pushing your cock out of her.

You felt her soft thighs press around your length. The slick wetness from her previous orgasm made it easy for your cock to slide in and out smoothly between the soft flesh of meat, lightly brushing her still dripping folds. Each slow thrusts teasing, matched with your hand creeping up to her perfectly sized breast.

Rei let out cute little whimpers, her fingers tightening around the shelf, trying to steady herself as you plant gentle kisses along her nape. You ran your hands up her sides, tracing her ribs through the thin fabric of her blouse before gripping her waist again, controlling her movements, making sure she felt every inch of you sliding between her thighs.

Her thighs squeezed tighter, the sensation delicious as you picked up the pace, fucking into that soft, slick heat. You could feel how wet she still was, how close she was again. "Sensitive?" You murmured against her ear, dragging your lips along the curve of her neck, sucking lightly, just enough to make her jerk, but not enough pressure to leave a mark, at least not for now.

Rei shivered, nodding weakly as she bit her lip before turning her face to you. Your fingers trailed down, dipping between her legs, teasing her folds just as your cock slid past. She jerked against you, a sharp inhale escaping her lips as you circled her clit again, rubbing in time with your thrusts. Her pleading eyes stared at yours, full of hunger, desires. Warm breaths hitting you before you closed the tiny gap in between your faces, claiming her plump lips, tounges slithering together, savoring each other’s taste.

There she was again with her cute whimpers, this time, against your mouth, her body trembling against yours, breathing uneven. Lewd wet sounds of your exchanged heat echoing the small space, the universal language of sex that didn’t need any translation for anyone to understand.

You felt yourself getting close, the friction of her plush thighs, the heat of her soaked pussy just barely out of reach, driving you to the edge. You pulled back at the last second, gripping her hips with both hands as you turned her around. Rei blinked up at you, dazed, her pupils blown wide with lust. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing still ragged.

Her back hitting the shelf as you lifted one of her legs, hitching it over your arm. The new angle exposed everything, her swollen, dripping entrance, still twitching from her last orgasm, waiting, begging for you to fill her again with your cock.

You lined yourself up, teasing her entrance with the head of your cock, reveling in the way she shuddered, her fingers gripping at your shoulders for support.

"Please…" Her voice was barely a whisper, but the desperation in it made something snap inside you. You thrust into her in one hard stroke, burying yourself to the hilt. The shelves behind her hit against the wall, the remaining office supply containers dropping down the floor. You somehow felt bad for someone who’s gonna clean all this mess, the wasted sheet of papers already unusable, soaked with Rei’s cum.

You didn’t give her time to adjust this time. You set a punishing rhythm, deep, unrelenting, each thrust forcing her against the shelf, her body completely at your mercy. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she held on, breaking her with every thrust. "Too much—!"

"You can take it," you growled, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at you. Her lips trembled, breath hot and uneven as she stared up at you, pupils wide, drowning in lust. "Yes, I can—ahh!"

You slammed into her harder, watching her back arch, her body forced against the shelf. The unrelenting force of your thrusts shaking both her and the unstable storage behind her.

"Don’t stop…" she gasped, nails raking down your back through the fabric of your shirt, her legs tightening around you as you drove into her relentlessly.

You grabbed her other thigh, lifting her completely off the ground, pressing her against the cold metal shelf as you held her in place, using your strength to fuck into her at a brutal pace. She had no choice but to take it, her body fully surrendered to you, trembling, shaking, as pleasure wracked through her.

"I-I’m gonna—!"

You felt it, her walls spasming around you, body shaking, a strangled cry escaping her lips as she—

Somebody knocked, forcing you to stay absolutely still, cock still burried deep into her, painfully halting Rei’s climax. You covered her mouth, preventing any unwanted cries of pleasure to be heard by someone out there. She’s still gasping, trying to catch her breath as you slowly continue your pace.

"What did he say?" You whispered before letting go of her mouth.

"Just asking if someone’s here,"

Coast is clear, you heard footsteps walking away from the room. You stared at each other, letting out breathy laughs.

"You were so close," you murmured against her ear, feeling the way her walls still fluttered around you, desperate for the release that had been stolen from her.

"F-fuck... I hate you," Rei whispered breathlessly, forehead pressing against yours, her nails digging into your shoulders. But her body betrayed her, still shifting against you, still silently pleading for more.

You smirked, pulling back just enough to watch her face as you rolled your hips, slow and deep, pressing her further into the cold shelf. "Hate me?" Another slow, deliberate thrust. "Or hate that I stopped?"

"A bit of both," she gasped, tilting her head back as pleasure took over her again.

"You wanna cum?"

Rei nodded frantically, staring at you with lips slightly parted, already lost in it again. "Please, make me cum,"

You gripped her thighs tighter, pressing it higher against your waist as you snapped your hips forward, resuming the brutal rhythm she needed, slamming into her deep and hard. She cried out, her voice muffled against your shoulder, her nails scratching down your back.

"You wanna scream?" you taunted, breath hot against her neck. "But you can’t, can you? Not unless you want them to hear how filthy you are, getting fucked like this in a storage room."

She nodded weakly, biting her lip to keep the moans inside.

"Then cum," you growled, thrusting harder, fingers digging into her skin as you drove her over the edge. Her whole body tensed, her pussy clenching down on you, squeezing tight as she came violently, her muffled moan vibrating against your skin.

You groaned, feeling the way she milked your cock, every pulse pushing you closer, her tight, dripping heat dragging you into oblivion.

"Fuck Rei,"

You buried yourself as deep as you could, white-hot pleasure crashing over you as you came inside her, filling her completely. She whimpered, shivering as she felt it, her body still shaking, still coming down from her high as you spilled every last drop into her.

Silence settled between you, both panting, pressed against each other, sweaty, spent.

You finally dropped her legs down as you pulled back, watching your cum slowly dripping on her thighs. "Messy…" you murmured, smirking.

Rei let out a breathy laugh, legs still weak, arms wrapped lazily around your shoulders. "That was the best fuck I’ve had here."

You kissed her—slow, deep, savoring the taste of her.

"Should we clean up?" You pressed your forehead to hers, glancing around the wreckage of the storage room, office supplies scattered, papers ruined, and the unmistakable scent of sex heavy in the air.

"Should we?"

You both chuckled, fixing yourselves back into the professionals that you were before you went in that room. "You free tonight?" You ask her.

She leaned against the shelf to steady herself, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tonight?" she asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"My hotel." you replied, straightening your tie.

Rei glanced at her watch, then took out a business card. She flipped it over, writing something on the back before pressing it into your palm. Her fingers lingered against yours.

With that, she unlocked the door, checked the hallway, and slipped out, once again the perfect professional. But the card in your hand, warm from her touch, promised this was only the beginning.

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Extended version of @mintwithchoco's prompt.

[howslemon]

haha lemon

haha anon

[howslemon]

You Will Beg

The moment you open the door and turn your gaze to the occupant of the hotel room, you swivel straight back out the door. Annoyed, you whip out your phone. A few dial tones later, “Hm? Thought you’d be busy by n—”

“Hey, I told you, no underage girls,” you hiss at your friend.

“She’s not—”

“Hey, I can hear you ya know.” The muffled, feminine voice is accompanied with a banging of the door you just closed.

Hearing this, your friend laughs. “That’s her?”

“…yeah, think so.”  You open the door and are met with the indignant expression of the breathtakingly beautiful, youthful, Korean woman, crossing her arms under her breasts. “Sorry, I was just speaking to—”

“For your information, I am not underage.” She procures an identity card from the purse clutched by her other hand. “I’m twenty years old already.” Seeing the stated year of her birthdate, you can see that she’s telling the truth, and nothing about it indicates to you that it’s fake.

“I see.”

“She’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” You barely hear your friend’s quip from the phone that was hovering over your shoulder as you talked to the Korean woman, who you had been told was named Yuri.

You press your phone against your ear again, saying, “Um, never mind. My bad.”

“No worries. Have fun.”

You hang up the phone, stuff it in your pocket, and say to Yuri, “My apologies, I didn’t mean to offend you, I just—”

“It’s fine.”

Yuri turns away, carefully stowing the identity card in her purse and setting it onto the dresser sitting next to the king-sized bed. She immediately seats herself on the bed, and just from the prim-and-proper, upright sitting position, you wonder if she’s a daughter of some wealthy family you’ll later regret getting involved with.

“So? Are we going to start?”

To this, you raise an eyebrow. Usually, your clients are demurer and need some easing into it; not to say you never got clients who are raring to go from the start, but none so blunt and with such an expressionless face, especially those who are so young as Yuri.

All the better when you get her moaning and screaming out for you.

“Eager, are you?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “You aren’t being paid to stand around and talk at me, you’re being paid to fuck me.”

 “Then, let’s get started right away, shall we?” Yuri rolls her eyes again. ‘Finally,’ so says her body that was shuffling backwards to a laying-down position on the bed. “First of all, you can call me ‘Master’, or ‘Daddy’.”

Yuri scoffs, propping herself up by her elbows to look at you. “Yeah, right. Why would I need to do that?”

You usually don’t do this kind of stuff with your clients. With Yuri, though, you do it for a selfish reason: you want the satisfaction for when she eventually breaks and gives in. “For when you’re screaming as you cum on my dick.”

You can just barely tell that the vulgar language makes the snobby girl flinch, but almost imperceptibly. Thankfully, due to the line of business you are in, such minute details are things you’ve trained yourself to notice. “In your dreams, Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Leonardo DiCaprio?”

“Since you seem to love younger girls so much. How old are you, even?”

A chuckle escapes your lips. Yuri was a feisty one for sure, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Let’s just say I’m less than twice your age.”

“So, you’re 39 years old.”

At that, you full-on laugh. “Is that how you took that?”

“Are we going to talk all night or are you going to strip already?”

Your dick twitches. Normally, you try to find something appealing about the body of your client, but with Yuri, doing so isn’t even remotely a challenge: her bosom is larger than what her petite figure might’ve suggested, and her skin is porcelain white and taut. She is beautiful as she is brattish, and that aspect makes this all the more appealing: Yuri’s demeanor might be combative now, but that only means conquering her will be all the more satisfying.

“Then, shall we?”

You waste no time in climbing onto the bed, throwing your shirt off in the process. And almost immediately, you come one step closer to that goal: as your naked torso is laid bare to the twenty-year-old woman, she freezes, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as they scan across your abs and pecs onto your deltoids, triceps, and then biceps that you’ve spent the last fifteen or so years of your life carefully sculpting for moments exactly like these. It lasts only for a second, breaking as soon as you make contact with her legs, parting them.

“No panties, huh? Good girl.”

Curtained by the delicate material of her skirt lay a pair of neatly shaven pussy lips. Although you wish there’s more light, Yuri is already starting to give some resistance against spreading her legs further, so you make do. However, even with the relatively dim lighting you have, you can easily see through her stalwart stubbornness as, the moment your fingers brush up against her labia, you can feel her entire body tense and hear her breath hitch ever so slightly. You grin to yourself, your fingers pushing aside the lips to reveal her pink, wet folds.

“I didn’t pay you to just stare at my pu-pussy.”

You burst out laughing, and while Yuri’s face turns an adorable shade of bright red, her demeanor remains standoffish. A grin invariably spills out onto your lips. “Your what?”

“Never mind!”

The smile on your lips widen, but you oblige her unspoken request to ‘get on with it’ and redirect your eyes back onto the intersection of her legs. This time, when your hands gently push against her legs, she offers less resistance, granting you a better view of those slightly damp, salmon-colored lips hidden between her legs.

“You’re surprisingly cute.”

“And you’re surprisingly talkative for a gigolo.”

“Most of my clients are younger than me, if you’d believe that.”

“I can, actually, Leo.”

The quip makes you smile again. “Plus, I only do this part-time.”

“Whatever. Less talking, more fuc—” Yuri cut herself up with a shrill, adorable, yelp. Your chest swells with pride, noting that as the second time you were able to break through her icy visage, this time by lightly rubbing her clit with your index finger.

“Yes, ma’am.” Unfortunately, getting more of a reaction from Yuri proves to be difficult, even as you trace the outline of her slit with your fingers. Not even occasionally brushing up against her sensitive nub again is able to draw out another reaction, but you can see why: Yuri had sucked in her lips, but is otherwise maintaining her stone-cold demeanor as much as she can. You can still see traces of the work your fingers on her though: a slight hitch of her breath, the slight way she grimaces every now and then, even the avid way she seems to be avoiding your eyes, completely unlike before where she seemed to keep her eyes on you in an attempt to assert dominance over you.

“How is that? Feel good?” While Yuri doesn’t grace your question with a verbal response, her body does. Surely, gradually, her labia becomes more and more damp, her pussy spurting more and more liquid onto your fingers. “You’re getting so wet.”

Yuri opens her mouth to answer, but instead lets out a half-gasp, half-moan when you press your index and middle fingers against her sensitive vaginal lips and run the two digits against them. “Fu—can you just get on with it already?”

“Why? Your body is telling me that it wants to be toyed with more.” To prove your point, your index and thumb gently pinch her clit, causing Yuri to let loose the second squeal of the night. “See?”

“Tha-That’s cheating!”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

“You realize that doesn’t even remotely make sense—” Yuri cuts herself short by a sharp gasp, your index finger now circling the base of her sensitive nub.

“Hm? What were you saying?”

You can see the curses Yuri is flinging at you with her eyes, but the challenge you propose to her is one her ego won’t allow her to back down from. “It-it doesn’t make any sense—” your thumb takes the role from your index finger while your longer digits play with her slowly moistening folds, “—bec-because, that quo-quote, is talking about—” you are barely listening to her, each stutter widening the grin on your face, “—about, how, love is l-like, like war—” the careful, sensual rubbing motions of your fingers, the slow, methodical rimming of her clit by your thumb, you can tell each and every one of your motions are gradually undoing the stubborn Korean woman. Still, she stubbornly continues. “—like war, in that any—any method is allo-allowable.”

“Hmm, I see…”

Foreplay is an important part of sex, especially in your line of work. Whereas sex normally occurs between people with mutual sexual attraction, the more transactional sex you partake in means there is less initial natural lubrication to smooth out the process. Especially for women who have yet to be deflowered, being rash and forceful is the quickest way to lose your clientele. To be clear, the sex is an integral reason why you’ve taken on this part-time occupation, but the reason why you’ve become so popular, or at least so goes your theory, is because of how much attention you put into foreplay, or namely, because of how much you enjoy it.

Seeing a woman squirm at your touch, watching their breaths deepen and arousal settle into their eyes, feeling their wetness grow and grow until they can’t bear it anymore, and yet still denying them for just a bit longer … there’s something invigorating about knowing you are the catalyst that pushes a woman to be in heat, and subsequently, act as the spark that ignites that heat into an explosive ending. In your opinion, this is when every woman is the most beautiful: when she is aroused beyond belief, face flushed and inner thighs damp, begging to be taken.

“So, you read a lot?”

Yuri, in her current state, barely has the wits about her to respond. You know that, but you also know that her ego will shove her arousal down as far as she can push it. To admit that she’s being turned on by your actions is an admission of defeat, to surrender her pride … but how far is she willing to go to maintain this visage?

“It-It-It’s—” You can’t tell if it’s embarrassment from stammering so horribly or from sheer arousal that the tips of her ears ignite into a beautiful shade of pink, but she continues regardless, “—it’s not—” Yuri barely makes it to two words before she cuts herself off with something between a high-pitched squeal and a sigh, a reaction to the slight bit of pressure your thumb applies to the side of her clit, “—pl-please, it’s n-not, not even—” you can see how hard she is trying to respond to your question, and you can see how frustrated she is that she is unable to speak evenly, and all you want to do is to push her more. “—that obs-obscure of knowledge.”

“Hmm, is that so? Well, what does that make me, who didn’t know that?” Yuri opens her mouth to respond, but this time is utterly unable to do so. “I guess you’re a smarty-pants, then, huh? Is that why you’ve come to me? Because you scare off all the guys with your intellect?”

“N-No!” You can see you’ve struck a nerve with her. “I-I’m, I’m not—scary!”

“The stammering mess that you are right now, I’d say you’re anything but.” Yuri flushed an even deeper shade of red, which was apparently possible, and remained silent, not even opening her mouth to respond. “You’re quite cute.”

“Wha-Whatever,” Yuri responds, but her attempt to keep her voice cold and flat falls flat on its face. You chuckle to yourself, then begin applying more pressure to her labia—not inserting them yet, but repeatedly making actions like you are about to. Every time your fingers press against them, you can see Yuri sharply inhale, but just before they push past her damp folds, you pull away. Push and pull, push and pull, Yuri’s breathing becoming increasingly erratic with every passing moment.

How much will it take for her to break? How much can she endure? Your eyes bore into her soul while your fingers unravel the poised, persistent princess she prefaced herself to be.

“Just—”

You stop as abruptly as she interrupts you, but after the one-word interjection, Yuri seems unwilling to continue. “Hm? Just what?”

“Fuck…” you hear her swearing under her breath. You can feel the tension in her body, her will pinning herself down, and even so, the slight squirming and jerking of her body spilling through the cracks. She wants to squirm and writhe under your touch, she wants to scream about how much you’re teasing her, she wants to beg for more, but her ego refuses to let her do so.

“Did you want something from me?”

Here’s the key part: your two digits dip quickly into her heat, but before she has a chance to register the thing she had been so eager for, you take them out.

“Fuck!”

“You gotta speak to me, Yuri.”

Next, your thumb presses down on the clit you’ve been so carefully preparing for this very moment, but before she can let loose the sound of her pleasure, the pressure dissipates.

“Fuck, oh my gosh…”

Give her a taste of what’s to come. Tease her with a hint of the reward, but take it away before she can fully enjoy it. Once she’s tasted the sweetness of the fruit, she’ll do anything to have another bite.

“Hm?”

“…please…”

Yuri barely mutters the word, but you aren’t satisfied.

“What’s that? Yuri, you gotta speak—”

“Fuck, please!” she screams, her hips bucking as your fingers complete another lap around her slit, “please, please, please, stop teasing me and fucking put it inside already!”

Maybe you’re a special kind of demented, but this exact moment is nearly as euphoric as the climax itself. The stone-cold, stalwart expression in her eyes now verging on the point of tears, desperate, lips no longer pressed together in defiance but pulled into a deep, frustrated pout, eyebrows creased, her svelte frame almost at the point of vibrating, bits of sweat glistening against the subdued lighting of the hotel room, her perfectly proportioned face, blindingly clear, pastel-white skin, lush waves of midnight locks splayed out against the mattress she lays upon, soft, red lips, slightly flushed cheeks and delicate, beautiful fingers now curled into fists, the quickened rise and fall of her heaving, clothed chest—an already immaculately beautiful woman, in her most beautiful state. Honestly, sometimes, it feels like you’re cheating your customers of their money. If anything, it should be you who pays her for letting you witness such a breathtakingly stunning, and deeply arousing, sight.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

You pull your hand away, and before Yuri can complain, your fingers curl at the hem of her top and pull it over her head. Yuri complies with the unspoken request, lifting her arms and letting you take her top off, leaving her clad in just the hitched skirt and a frilly, black bra.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you complaining?”

You meet her fiery gaze with equal determination, and eventually, Yuri backs down. “You really wanted to look at my tits that badly, huh?”

“I like you.” Not expecting the straight-forward admission, Yuri guffaws at you, pink-cheeked. “You bratty types.”

Suddenly, her attitude flips. “What, are you—” a squeal, Yuri’s, and suddenly, she’s unable to finish her sentence.

“All talk and no bite.”

You can see Yuri is more hesitant to respond, but her ego doesn’t allow her to stay silent at that. “Wh—” she should’ve been expecting it, but your finger pressing against her clit transforms her words into a squeal all the same.

“Always putting up a strong front. You love to be in control. Or, rather, you think you love being in control.” Yuri doesn’t respond, instead looking at you with an indignant expression. Half of it is offended at your assertions, and half of it is begging you to get on with it already! “Yet, here you are, with me.”

“That—That’s not what happened!”

“Oh? Isn’t it?”

“My—…My stupid friends, they thought it would be funny to do this to me.”

“You let them drive you here?”

“Kicking and screaming.”

“And you’d let your friends force you to do this?”

“W-Well, they—they were really forceful, and they seemed—seemed like they really wanted me to do this, so…”

“Were they the ones to took your panties off beforehand?”

Yuri’s face turned even more red. “Y-Yeah!”

It’s easy enough to poke holes into her story, but, “Oh, poor Yuri.”

“What?” Yuri is trying her best to look tough, but the flustered state of her cheeks only makes her look adorable.

“Trying to make it seem like you don’t want this, when look how wet you are.”

Yuri squeals again when you run a finger down her slit, and then bring the slick digit up to her. “Th-That’s just a physiological response!”

“Do you know how I know you want this?” Yuri’s silent, fierce stare informs you that she doesn’t intend to dignify your question with a response. “I saw the name of the owner of the card that paid for this service.” Seeing the dread fall upon Yuri’s face nearly makes you break out into laughter. “I guess even a smarty-pants like you can be a little dumb sometimes, huh?”

“Th-That-That—…so what?!”

You shake your head. “Of course, nothing’s wrong with it.”

“Then why are you stalling so much? Are you scared? That you’ll cum right away, when you stick it in my—stick it in me?”

Your fingers curl around the hem of her skirt and, with a firm tug, free it from her waist. Your other hand pushes the rest of the article of clothing off her leg and off the bed, leaving the Korean beauty covered only by her bra. “You feisty ones. Always a pleasure.”

“What?”

A smile spills out on your lips. “You all start off so fierce. But, by the end, you all inevitably reveal your true nature: a scared, demure little kitten, who just wants someone to play with.”

“Do you treat all—” this time, Yuri gasps at your hand sneaking under her bra and rolling the nipple of her left breast between your knuckles.

“Oh, don’t worry. In a little bit, you’ll be begging for more.”

In the motion of rolling her eyes, Yuri’s bra is pushed above her breasts, and your hands are on them, lightly, fingers grazing the surface of the soft, sensitive skin. Having been primed for rough treatment, the feathery touches of your fingers now is leaving something to be desired. You can see Yuri arching her back ever so slightly, but you, the professional, draw back just enough to barely maintain contact. You can just about hear the curse lingering on Yuri’s lips, but the only sound that comes out is an exhale that grows deeper the more your fingers lightly massage the plush skin of her supple breasts.

“You’re so quiet all of the sudden. What’s the matter?”

You can see the brief-second struggle that goes on in Yuri’s mind, battling her ego’s need to respond to your quip with her arousal’s attempt to let slip a frustrated gasp or moan. “Th-That—ah~” As soon as she starts speaking, both of your thumbs move dangerously close to her areola. Her chest rises in anticipation of finally being rewarded for all the teasing you’re doing, but just as suddenly, you pull back your thumbs.

“Hm?”

This time, Yuri additionally starts cursing at you with her eyes, and that only makes your smile widen. She can’t just let you win like that, but if she opens her mouth again, you’ll just interrupt her again. So, the only choice is to respond and not react to whatever you’re about to do to her. “—was just think-hnng…” You are a professional, though, and know exactly how to push the buttons of an inexperienced young brat like Yuri. You up the ante, your index and middle fingers lightly rubbing against her areola, causing her to shiver in response, just barely able to suppress a moan but continues on regardless, “—th-thinking, thinking, that you’re—ah, ple—” Yuri catches herself just short of finishing that word from the feeling of your fingers barely grazing the erect, sensitive nubs sitting atop her mounds. Her back noticeably arches into your fingers, but, as usual, you pull away just in time, leaving her with only the ghost of your touch. “St-Stop that!”

“Hm? Oh, you want me to stop?”

You pull your hands away, and you swear you can just barely hear a whimper escape her lips. The expression, of desperation and longing, of a needy puppy who wants—who needs—to continue to be pet, lingers on her face for only a split second. “N-No! I mean—” Your eyebrows go up; Yuri’s trapped, and she knows it. She wants to correct you, that she isn’t requesting you to stop doing what you were doing but to stop interrupting her like that, but do say so is to admit that she likes what your hands are making her feel.

“No? So you want me to continue?”

“W-Well, well, I mean, I-I-I, just—” with every syllable, Yuri’s face turns redder, and your smile turns into a chuckle, “—I paid for you to … to, I mean, not to—not to just play with my tits all night.”

“It looked like you were enjoying it so much, though.” Before she can respond with indignance, your hands go back onto her breasts, its pliability easily giving out to the gentle massaging motion of your hands. Yuri’s mouth opens and her eyebrows tighten, but manages to just barely suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips. “See?”

“So, so, you’re just gonna play with my tits all night and that’s it?”

“Oh, a nipple orgasm can be quite powerful.”

“Pfft.”

You can tell Yuri’s dismissal is genuine, and that lights a fire under you. “Oh, do you not believe me?”

“That’s not an actual thing. Are you saying you can make me cum just by playing with my boobs?”

“Is that a challenge?”

Under your fierce, determined gaze, you can see Yuri’s disbelief waver. But, as expected, her ego forbids her from saying anything other than, “Yeah. It is, Leo.”

“Take that bra off, I’ll fetch some things.” You climb off the bed and retrieve a bottle of massage oil and a clitoris vibrator from your bag. Sure enough, when you turn back to face Yuri, her bra is laying neatly at her side, her eyes fixated on you as you set the toy on the nightstand and climb back onto the bed, bottle in hand. “Now, before I start, first off, I want to let you know that there’s no need to be shy or embarrassed, ok? I’m a professional, and—”

“Yeah yeah, get on with it.”

You can tell that her confidence is beginning to break apart at the sight of the items you procured from the seemingly innocuous backpack sat in the corner of the room, so your warning came as a reassurance. While not totally unexpected, Yuri’s brash interruption builds upon the desire you have to ruin her.

Not only will she be begging for more, she’ll also be in tears while she does so, and when she cums, you’ll make sure it’s so unforgettable that she can’t help but come back for more.

“Very well.”

You start by applying a small amount of the oil to both hands, enough so that you can just barely see the reflection of the room’s light with the sheen of oil covering your hands. The slightest gasp escapes Yuri’s lips as your hands reestablish contact with her boobs, starting from the outsides, using a gentle, circular, massaging motion with your slick hands. Your massage follows the cadence of her breathing, firmly applying pressure to her breasts with the entire surface area of your palm, your fingers sinking into the silken, delicate texture of the supple mounds to use as a foothold to allow your palm to transfer the equally silky oil from your hands to her. You can feel the warmth of the soft beauty of the woman laying beneath you; soft sighs threaten to escape her gently parted lips, and in resisting, beads of sweat start to reform along her forehead. The closer you get to her areola, the more you can feel her breath deepening, and the more you notice Yuri fighting the urge to gasp or sigh.

“You’re doing great, Yuri.” Your palms cup the underside of her breasts, fingers splitting to avoid her areola, use the same, circular massaging motion on the plush skin. Her boobs move easily with the motion of your firm hands, and you can start to feel Yuri start to also move in tandem with your circular massaging motions. You smile but keep the observation to yourself.

It takes nearly five full minutes, but by the time you’re sure you’ve covered every square inch of her boobs, except for the most sensitive part, you turn your gaze back up to Yuri’s face just as your thumbs ghost over the outer most area of her areola.

“Hnn…”

You can clearly see the impact of the massage: Yuri’s eyes are slammed shut, her body tense, her hands balled into tight fists, every fiber of her being is trying to resist the ecstasy coursing through her veins.  “How are you doing?”

Yuri is barely even able to respond to you, reduced to such a state that she’s only able to reply with, “Good.”

You nod, reapplying some oil to the fingertips of your right hand. “I’m glad to hear that.” As soundlessly as you can, you rid yourself of your shirt and lean forward, keeping that right hand on her breasts while the other comes up to cup her face. Yuri melts at your touch, wordlessly letting you tilt her head to the side to grant you access to her nape, which you readily take advantage of.

“Mmm!”

The same moment you plant a kiss just under her jaw, your index and middle finger reward her patience by rubbing the sensitive, light-brown patch. Ever slightly more, you can now feel her breath hitching and deepening from your lips and the slight quivering of her body as it shivers against yours. You alternate, carefully placing your two fingers on her areola and rubbing it in a circular motion for a few seconds, making sure to avoid her nipples, before moving to the other, accompanying each motion with another kiss or a slight nibble. Yuri’s legs begin to rub against each other, heat welling up inside her body, but every time she tries to satiate that heat by arching her back in a desperate attempt for more contact, you, ever so practiced, pull away.

“So impatient,” you mutter, planting another kiss near her Adam’s apple as the two digits draw another circle, “so needy. Do you want it that badly?”

“…gosh…”

The breathless reply, you figure, is the best you would get, so you oblige. When you pull away, Yuri’s eyes snap open, the distress in her eyes transforming into an anticipatory lustful gaze that lands on the vibrator in your hand.

“Feel free to relax, Yuri. You’ve been amazing so far.”

“Wh-Wha-Wha—a-ahn!” an adorable squeal erupts from Yuri’s lips as you turn the vibrator on and press it against the oily areola of her breasts, jumping as if an electric current was sent through her body.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Breathe in,” she obeys, shakily taking in a breath, “and breathe out,” she exhales, noticeably less tense than before. “Enjoy it. Let yourself feel.” You push your voice into a lower, deeper register, seeing its immediate effect from the tension in Yuri’s body gradually starting to unwind. “Feel the warmth. Feel the vibration. Let the pleasure course through your body.” The ripple effects of your words are visible in her body, the way the tension in her limbs seem to come undone slowly with each breath. “Let the ecstasy overwhelm you.” With each syllable, the resistance in Yuri’s body fades, and with each circle you trace on both of her boobs, her body heats up. “This is all a natural part of your body. It’s nothing to fear.”

 “Hm…” you can barely hear the sigh over the low hum of the vibrator against her skin, only audible thanks to your eyes being trained on her face. “Hm…”

“That’s it. You’re doing amazingly, Yuri.”

The vibrator draws ever closer to her nipple, but, just as it seems like it’s about to make contact, you alternate to the other breast. With every new tool you introduce, it felt to Yuri like you had been building up to this, but as she grows accustomed to it, the heat in her body starts building, and the ballooning arousal in her system causes impatience to settle in once again.

This entire time, you’ve deliberately avoided her nipples, even though the clitoris vibrator you’re using is primarily used to stimulate such stiff, erogenous areas as the nipple. The more you tease her, the closer you get, the more you can feel Yuri’s impatience build, eventually resulting in a clearly audible whine when, for the umpteenth time, you pull the vibrator away millimeters away from touching the stiff, sensitive nub.

“Good girl.” Trapped between your legs, you can feel Yuri’s tighten, rubbing against each other, desperate to do something with all this welled-up heat and lust. “Good girl.”

It remains elusive. Your free hand joins the fray, massaging one breast while the other is being attended by the sex toy, and when you pull away just barely before grazing her nipple, Yuri lets out an even louder whine.

“Pl…”

Yuri stops herself, but you don’t let her.

“Hm?”

Your other hand’s index finger and thumb rub the oily, light-brown skin as the vibrator repeats the same circular motions. This time, Yuri is watching, her face now beet-red, eyes intense, her lips parted and parting more the closer the vibrator comes to the prize, and when it falls short yet again, the noise that ends up coming out of her parted lips is a whimper.

“I-I, I already said it…”

“Said what?” This time, the vibrator makes contact with her nipple: only for the shortest split second, but enough for Yuri to let out a moan that quickly transforms into a whimper when the sensation disappears instantaneously.

“I said it already, don’t make me…”

“Come, Yuri. Be a good girl, show how good your manners are.”

The ghost of that sensation that sent shockwaves throughout her entire body, if only for a split second, seems to linger. Feeling your gentle yet firm fingers against her skin, feeling the soft vibrations of the sex toy drawing ever nearer but never hitting the mark, Yuri feels her mind slowly slipping, all rational thought, all of her ego and resistances being replaced with that sensation. She needs it, she needs more of it, she needs to feel it fully, and you’re the only one who can give it to her.

“Please, please…”

She doesn’t say any more of that, so you treat her proportionally: the vibrator grazes her other nipple, but before Yuri can even feel anything, the sensation disappears. “Please…?”

Yuri’s lips are pulled into a deep pout. You can see the gears grinding in her mind, every fiber of her being fighting the stubborn front the young Korean woman wants to maintain, and the tears starting to form in her eyes tell of the strain her refusal to acquiesce to the pleasures of her body is. Her impatience has built and built, and now, it’s finally grown massive enough to topple the defiance she tried so hard to cling on to. “Please, use it on my—” she pauses, clearly embarrassed to say the word, but your encouraging nod goads the word out of her mouth, “—on my-my, my nipples, too.”

A smile breaks out across your lips. “Good girl.”

The moment the vibrator makes contact with her right nipple, Yuri lets out a noise that lay somewhere between a gasp and a yelp, quickly shutting her parted lips. But, even as Yuri tries to muffle her ecstasy, she can do nothing about how loudly her body is screaming of it: her head tilts back, her back arching into the electronic device, her thighs rubbing even more tightly against each other, a wet spot beginning to form on the sheets of the bed she lays upon, her balled fists now tightly grabbing onto her legs, as if bracing onto them for something.

It’s when the index finger and thumb pinch her other nipple that Yuri is unable to contain it anymore.

“A-Ah!”

Twisting and turning the hardened nub, rolling it between your fingers as the vibrator works its magic on its twin, Yuri’s voice grows louder with each stimulating movement, the heat welling up inside her growing and spreading.

“That’s it. Let it all out.”

You alternate, letting the nipple of her left breast feel the vibrator as the right becomes trapped by the fingers of your right hand, but both nipples, now being overstimulated by the new sensations, push Yuri’s senses into overdrive.

“Ah, oh my, oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh—”

Now unabashedly moaning, unable to do anything but voice her ecstasy, Yuri’s eyes slam shut, her body openly rebelling against her initial plans to remain stoic, squirming, shaking, her arousal deepening and the heat within her building and building to a nearly unbearable level.

“It’s ok, Yuri. Let yourself feel everything. Let it overwhelm you. Don’t hold back.”

When she’s not making snarky quips, you notice that Yuri’s voice is actually extremely attractive. Part of you considers giving her your real name just so that you can hear her scream it.

“Please, please, oh my gosh, oh my—fuck!”

You alternate again, your fingers kneading her tits with greater intensity while rolling, twisting, pinching, and pulling at her nipple, the vibrator pressing into the plush texture of her other breast, stimulating the sensitive skin and the stiff bundle of nerves that stood proudly in the center.

“Haah, fuck, it’s so—” all the tension, all the waiting and wanting more, all the teasing and withholding, dangling the fruit she so desperately wants just out of reach, all of the build up leads to this, the explosive, overwhelming sensation that’s sending shockwaves all across her body. Yuri doesn’t know what to do with herself, her brain so overloaded with pleasure that any semblance of stubbornness, resistance, any trace of the bratty-ness that just about defined her character completely gone. “—so, ah, hnng…”

The more Yuri squirms, the messier her hair becomes, the more sweat that gleans off her forehead, and the more erratic her movements become.

“Can you feel it?” It’s a rhetorical question. It doesn’t take a professional to see how close Yuri has become to climax. And, every inch closer she becomes, that competitive part of you that took her scoffing at the idea of a nipple orgasm as a challenge screams out ever louder, only smothered by the professional veneer you’ve spent so long building.

“Yes, oh my gosh…”

“Are you close?” Yuri nods. There’s a tightness that returns to her body, but it’s not the same resistant kind of tightness that fought against the pleasure her body was feeling. The body is a canvas, and, when in heat, the language it speaks is one you are fluent in. “Can you feel it start to wash over you?” Again, Yuri nods. “Go ahead. Let it all out.”

“Fuck—”

Yuri’s shrill, ecstatic scream fills the room, her body shaking, the building tsunami of pleasure crashing down onto her. Your ears fill with the beautiful melody of her ecstasy, your eyes blessed with the erotic scene of Yuri’s lithe body overcome with a bone-shaking orgasm. Having set the toy down, your hands continue to gently knead her supple bosom, rolling her swollen, light-brown teats with your knuckles as you do so. The previously pristine, snowy-white complexion of Yuri’s face is now glowing pink, and you are glowing in the aftermath of your victory. The defeated party, however, is wholly unable to respond, failing to hold back the torrent of moans and whimpers, each wave of pleasure crashing down on her shaking loose a bit more of her juices that leak out onto her legs and the bedsheets below. In the corner of your eyes, you can see that the wet stain at the intersection of her legs growing, and when your eyes travel down there, you’re graced with the sexy sight of Yuri’s thighs glimmering with the sticky fluid, her toes slowly uncurling as her climax comes to an end.

It takes a moment after her climax subsides that Yuri regains her bearings, and when she does, she jolts to an upright position. Her eyes flicker to the dark stain on the bedsheets, then to her own legs. The tips of her ears, her cheeks, just about her entire face is burning a deep red.

“Wh-Wha-Wha-Wha—”

“How was it? Your first nipple orgasm, I presume?”

“Wh-Wha-What, what, what did you do?!”

Even your professionalism can’t hide the shit-eating grin that appears in the face of Yuri’s indignant, embarrassed response. “I told you, didn’t I? Nipple orgasms can be quite nice.”

Yuri grabs the pillow next to her and buries her face in it. “I … I can’t believe…” Her visuals would’ve ordinarily suggested it, but her standoffish demeanor made you second guess it; it takes this moment to make you realize that Yuri does, indeed, have a cute side after all. Part of you wonders what she’d be like if she was this cute all the time, but then you realize satisfying moments like these wouldn’t happen if that were the case. “…you actually just, just, made me cum from just … j-just, touching my boobs…”

Part of you feels bad for the poor, naïve girl, but the other part of you feels like rubbing it in her face even more. So, you go for a middle-ground approach. “I am a professional, after all. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Th-That’s right!” Hearing that seems to have reminded Yuri of something. She looks up at you, and, although her face is still rather flustered, her eyes meet yours. “That wasn’t what I paid for! I paid you to fuck me!”

“Hm? Are you complaining?”

“W-Well—” it’s easy to see the answer in her face, but her ego doesn’t let her admit it, “—yes! I—I, I didn’t want to cum from that. All those reviews raved about how great you were, especially dealing with vir—” as obvious as it is, Yuri still somehow feels the need to be embarrassed at that fact. Seeing the unchanging expression of your face gives her the confidence to continue, “—virgins, and especially with how—how—…”

“How great I am with my dick?”

Yuri, who had begun cooling down from being so red, turns a shade pinker at the harsh wording you chose to use. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get to it. Just think of what you just experienced as a first-time bonus.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“Hm?” The playful grin returns to your lips. “Jealous?”

Yuri rolls her eyes. “As if. Try again, Leo.”

“Still calling me that, huh?”

“You haven’t given me anything to call you by, so that’s what I’m calling you.”

“If I recall properly, I did give you something.”

“You really think I’m gonna call you ‘daddy’?”

“Oh? Another challenge?”

Clearly intimidated by how successfully you completed the first ‘challenge’ Yuri presented you, now, the young Korean woman backs off, her eyes wide. “N-No. No, it’s not, I’m just saying.”

“Sweet little Yuri.”

There’s a kind of fear in Yuri’s eyes that you enjoy. You can tell you’ve earned respect from Yuri—or, maybe the word isn’t ‘respect’. More like ‘reverence’. Whatever it is, Yuri can clearly feel the weight behind your words, and with the promise you just made to her, she feels its inevitability as a threat to her own autonomy.

“Wai—” the words are cut off with a shrill yelp as you spread her legs and run two digits along her wet slit.

“You want to get right into it, right?” you say as you quickly strip off your pants, then your boxers.

“Uh-Uh, um, ye-yeah.” There is considerably more hesitation in her voice as her eyes land on your hard-on, but her ego prevents her from doing anything but doubling down.

“Excellent.” Yuri’s impatience is starting to affect you as well; but first… “For once, we agree on something.”

When you grab her legs and lift her bum up, the hesitation in her eyes starts to pop out. “U-Uh! U-um, wait…”

You stop in the motion of positioning your dick at her entrance. “Cold feet?”

You know those taunting words will reignite her resolve, and seeing the fire return in her eyes, you smile to yourself. It’s almost too easy. “You wish. Try me, Leo.”

Immediately after that, Yuri lets out a gasp from the feeling of your length rubbing against her slick folds and another, louder gasp when your cock brushes against her clit. You wordlessly observe the kaleidoscope of emotions Yuri’s face is shifting through: the stalwart stubbornness to hide her pleasure, her parted lips trying to stay shut, her eyes that rapidly flip between pleasure and frustration, her indecisive legs halfway between wrapping themselves around your waist and pushing you away, but her furrowed eyebrows and the slight puffs of pleasure that inexplicably escape her lips every now and then that betray her desire to keep a poker face.

“F-Fuck, are you just gonna rub y-your dick against my pus—against my p—against it, or are you gonna use it like you’re supposed to?”

As fun as it is to tease the obstinate girl, you figure bringing her to beg twice is good enough. And, although you are a professional, you are also a man: no woman you’ve ever been with had elicited such a strong desire to fuck relentlessly than Jo Yuri.

“I appreciate the haste, Yuri, but don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”

Yuri rolls her eyes, for once showing the genuine feeling of frustration she’s experiencing on her face while you pull away. “Now what?”

As impatient as you, yourself, are to, as she would put it, ‘get on with it already’, remembering these important details, even in the heat of the moment, are why this part-time gig is so fruitful for you. “Protection, Yuri. Unless you have no issues risking getting pregnant, it would be wise for you to remember this for your future partners as well.”

How could she have forgotten? Was she that impatient that she forgot such a crucial step? And, most importantly, how were you going to react if you figured out? It’s equal parts fascinating and amusing how you can see these questions going through Yuri’s mind.

“Well, you—well, that’s your job, isn’t it?”

As expected, Yuri completely disregarded it, in fact shifting the responsibility to you, but you simply smile back. “I suppose you’re correct.” While her words remain brash, her actions become less so: you can feel her eyes zeroed in on your cock as you roll the condom over it, making sure to leave a little bit of space at the tip. Her legs remain spread, obediently waiting for you to situate yourself between them once again, and this time, when you lift her butt up to align yourself against her damp sex, she doesn’t complain. You aren’t looking at her face, intentionally so: at this juncture, meeting her gaze has a chance to activate her stubborn nature, and given how her arousal and impatience has turned those aspects of her personality down so much already, that’s the last thing you want to do—for now, at least. And, this time, when you run your condom-covered cock against Yuri’s pussy lips, she doesn’t complain, although you can hear puffs escaping her mouth that you’re unsure are muffled moans or silenced protests. You can feel her burning gaze locked onto your dick, but you don’t meet it: Yuri’s lips are pretty, but if you had to pick, you’d say the lips you’re currently looking at are more appealing.

“Aah, gosh…” When you hear Yuri muttering that under her breath, you take that as your cue.

“I don’t suppose I need to ask…?” It’s only when you say those words that you look up at Yuri, who appears to have transformed into a completely new woman: her eyes were now unabashedly screaming in desperation, not even flinching as your gaze lands on her, trained fiercely on the member that’s rubbing against her flopping, wet folds.

“N-No.” It’s adorable, how much Yuri is trying to cling onto any semblance of control.

“Good.”

That’s the last warning you give her before you unceremoniously shove as much of your length as you can fit in one stroke inside her.

“Ah, ah fuck!”

With that, the last bit of control Yuri so desperately clung onto slips out of her grasp. You feel yourself tensing, too; the wetness, the intense pressure, the heat emanating from her core dials your arousal up and up. Your professionalism is all that’s holding you back from abandoning all pretenses and ravaging her with all the pent-up lust you’ve gathered from watching the sexy, young Korean woman squirming under your touch, exuding such ecstasy that it spills over the sky-high dam of self-control and petulant resistance her psyche had constructed, into her eyes and past her lips. Yuri, while certainly not the most curvaceous woman you’ve been with, is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, and while that would’ve ordinarily been enough to create an intense desire, the satisfaction of getting her, the woman who insisted over and over on ‘starting’ but becomes hesitant the second you pull your pants down, who scoffs at the idea of being stimulated to orgasm from only her boobs only to succumb to such an intense climax minutes later, to so loudly exclaim her lust and pleasure drives your desire up further.

You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from Yuri’s face, ever the picturesque view, even twisted in pleasure as it is while you slowly, gently push yourself inside her. The amount of restraint you’re exercising grows by the second, especially as you see the steely, cold visage Yuri had initially put up sliding off bit by bit, but you hold on. It certainly helps that the incredible tightness of Yuri’s cunt makes it easy to restrain yourself; although she’s providing plenty of natural lubrication for your cock to enjoy, each millimeter feels like an intense battle you have to win every single time.

“Congrats on finally losing your virginity.”

Yuri doesn’t have a chance to respond with words, another moan coming tumbling out her pretty little lips, the feeling of her newly deflowered pussy being pried apart so much sending shockwaves throughout her body and overloading her mind. You continue watching Yuri, gently rocking back and forth, advancing bit by bit with every stroke: her half-lidded eyes, her thrown-back head, her silky, jet-black locks spread all across the pillow her head is resting on, her slightly parted, cherry-red, cupid’s bow lips, the purity of her beauty still shining brightly amongst the pleasure mixed in spurs you on even more.

The further you go, the more you’re reminded to hold the breaks; as much as you want to go full throttle and ruin her, the fact that she’s a virgin is even present in how incredibly tight she is, and then again when you feel a resistance you’re familiar with.

“Yuri, are—”

“Ye-Yes, yes, do it!”

You don’t need to hear any more than that. You brace your knees against the mattress and start applying firm pressure against the barrier until it makes way for your cock, and even as it does it does so, there’s almost no change in Yuri’s facial expression: while there’s signs of slight discomfort, you can still clearly see the pleasure on her face. It turns out, your caution proves to be excessive as, not seconds afterwards, Yuri is egging you on.

“Fuck, please…”

The process of breaking one’s hymen isn’t always painful, or even uncomfortable, but this is your first time breaking it for a client who is this indifferent about it. Did she even notice? Is she just playing it off? But you don’t even see tears forming in the corners of her closed eyes.

“Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes! Please!”

It isn’t your intention to make her plead more: it’s professional curtesy as well as human decency to treat your clients who wish to have their cherries popped with care, but seeing as Yuri seems to have no desire to be treated that way, you figure it’s additionally your professional duty to oblige that request.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Yuri’s moans grow a few pitches higher and a few decibels louder in reaction to you obeying that request. Her legs start wrapping around your waist, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, following the rocking motion of your body, pushing deeper inside her with each thrust. Her softly swaying tits are tempting, the erect and slightly swollen nipples even more so, but you keep your hands on her waist. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, you make progress, and Yuri notices too.

“Oh gosh, how much more is there?”

“A little less than half is left.”

Your last few clients have been on the more experienced side, but even so, you feel as though you’ve never experienced a pussy that is this incredibly tight. It’s a good thing Yuri is already lubricated from her previous orgasm, or else this might’ve been too painful for her, or perhaps impossible, even.

“What?!”

You’re above-average in size—obviously, or else you wouldn’t be nearly so popular—and while you don’t always get comments about that fact, it’s all but inevitable for someone of Yuri’s stature. You’re not sure if it’s simply her small stature, or maybe the prim-and-properness you initially detected about her leading to minimal self-love down here, or maybe it’s her slim-yet-toned body that incidentally causes her pussy to be this tight, but you find yourself having to take more and more breaks to let her—and yourself, frankly—to get used to your girth and length.

“You can do it, can’t you?”

You’re the one who says it, and you of all men know the amazing capacity of the vagina to stretch, but even you aren’t sure if Yuri can fit your entire length. And, this time, even the challenging words you pose to Yuri isn’t enough to light a fire in her eyes.

“Oh my…”

That daunting prospect aside, hearing the slightly horrified whisper that trails off into nothingness fills your ego even fuller than Yuri’s incessant moans already have. If hearing Yuri professing her pleasure so openly is the fuel that drives your every thrust, that whisper is the nitro boost that pushes you into overdrive.

“One way to find out?”

You don’t give Yuri a chance to acquiesce, tossing aside polite, professional considerations for the comfort of your customer.

“A—fuck!”

Yuri’s moans transform into ecstatic screams, and it feels like your body absorbs the sound as well as the tight warmth of her pussy attempting to squeeze the life out of your cock. You can feel more of the viscous fluids stick to the thin plastic covering along your length with every in-stroke, and feel bits of those fluids fly out and land all over your groin, Yuri’s groin, her legs, even on both of your stomachs, and all of it pushes you further and further. You can feel your cock wedging between her tight walls and slowly forcing them apart, and somehow, this entirely novel experience doesn’t seem to particularly phase Yuri; each moan that escapes her lips urges you forward.

“Fuck, I-I can’t, it’s—it’s too big!”

That’s the first indication of Yuri resisting, but her body says otherwise: her legs have now firmly wrapped around your waist, the bucking of her hips matching the pace of your thrusting.

“You can, Yuri.”

“You’re—You’re gonna break me…”

You can see—rather, you can feel why she says so. Part of it is your own desire, part of it is your experience, but most of it is faith in the surprising sturdiness of Yuri’s body you’ve noticed so far. “It’ll be fine. You got this.”

“Ah…” Although that feeling, of being on the verge of breaking, never completely fades, Yuri more or less becomes accustomed to it, and the more time passes, the more that concern fades into the background. “…hmm…”

Not every client of yours who turn out to be so vocal have voices that are as pleasant to your ears as Yuri’s. It isn’t even a minute after voicing that concern that she’s nearly singing out her ecstasy, each note adorned with slight vibrato from the force from your hips rocking her relatively small frame. You briefly wonder if she’s a singer, then you wonder what such a beautiful voice would sound like calling out your name.

“God, I can’t believe how fucking tight you are, Yuri.”

“I-Idiot, why are you so big?”

You take her counterpoint in stride, not long after reaching the deepest parts of Yuri’s snatch as signified by the satisfying clap of your groin against her ass.

“Fuck, is that finally everything?”

You grind against her groin, grinning as the stimulation elicits a surprised yelp-moan from Yuri. “Yes.”

“All … all of it … I can’t … gosh, it’s so much…”

“I believe in you, Yuri.” She isn’t given a chance to respond as you, again, start moving before she’s ready, turning the words she’s about to respond to you with into another shrill moan. You have to start slow, but as she begins to get used to your size, you begin to pick up speed.

“That fucking thing … it’s so … I can’t believe…” You know her pussy is stretching to accommodate its oversized guest, but you never let a feeling of content settle for too long: as soon as you’re able, you pick up the pace, and soon, the combined heat of her cunt and the friction from its walls against your length, the slight smacking sound of your crotch against hers, the squeaking of the rocking bed beneath you, both noises combined with Yuri’s beautiful voice vocalizing her ever-deepening arousal, the stench of sex and Yuri’s precum splattering all over your and her body, the feeling of her legs tensing against your hips and the convulsing, fleshy walls of her pussy rubbing against your thinly covered shaft fill every fiber of your being with an ecstasy brimming over the edge and spilling over the sides.

“Fuck, Yuri, your pussy is so fucking good.”

Yuri barely seems to be able to process your words, however, lost in a world of her own lust and ecstasy, her head tilted all the way back, her hands gripping onto the bedsheets like she’s trying to rip holes in them, her body absolutely vibrating and her delicate, yet surprisingly sturdy frame shaking with the force of your every thrust. It seems like she’s completely forgotten about any discomfort or concerns about being broken, and now is shamelessly moaning, responding to your every stroke by thrusting her hips to match it.

“Oh my gosh…” Yuri acclimating to your size unlocks you to put more of your back into every thrust, the result of which is her body shaking so violently that the vibration is showing in her voice. “…so m—… oh, fuck…”

Feeling how tightly Yuri’s legs are now wrapped around your waist, your right hand migrates upwards and catches Yuri by surprise, who lets out a yelp upon feeling that hand on her tits.

“Wha—” her words turn into a sigh and then into a soft moan, her recently opened eyes fluttering back shut and her head sinking back into the pillow. “… oh … wow, that’s…”

You’re not sure if it’s some semblance of her ego that preemptively cuts her off before she can compliment you or if she’s simply unable to finish her sentences, but you don’t care either way. The harder you go into Yuri, the more you feel yourself losing it: your professionalism, your manners, what you’re even doing here, what you’re here for, nothing matters but the chasing the next satisfying, slightly moist clap of your skin against each other and the tension in your nethers to tighten ever so slightly more in response.

“For someone so thin, your tits are pretty fucking big.”

Before, Yuri might’ve teased you for the comment, maybe making a joke about her little nickname for you, ‘Leonardo DiCaprio’, and your supposed love for younger women. However, now, not only does Yuri not have the right mind to even remember that nickname, she’s wholly unable to answer but with fragments of words that all transform into moans anyway.

“Pl … pl-please…” The effects of your fingers teasing at her nipples doubles down on the stimulation overload Yuri is experiencing, a sensation she hadn’t even experienced until this night, where she is now being doused with relentlessly, without break. It’s not your intention to make her beg, but it seems to just naturally slip out. “…oh my go—…more, please, I’m getting so close…”

The thing is, though, that you’re also getting close, and you don’t know if you can hold off before Yuri comes to an orgasm. As a professional, your own orgasm is almost never a consideration, and while it’s easier for women in your field to solve this issue, as a woman’s orgasm often requires more a man’s does, not to mention the complete lack of a refractory period for them, men such as you have to resort to tricks. You’re not quite fighting tooth and nail to hold back your load yet, but if you don’t do anything, Yuri’s first time might end in an unsatisfactory manner. And, not only do you have a reputation to withhold, but you personally don’t want that to happen: partially because you feel every woman’s first time should be memorable at the very least, but mostly because you want to rub it in her bratty little face after-the-fact.

“You’re getting close?”

Yuri nods.

“Do you wanna cum?”

Those words did exactly what you wanted them to do: Yuri opens her eyes, and when she sees the expression on your face, she is suddenly reminded of the person she was when you first walked into the door.

“Oh, my go—” Yuri lets out a yelp as your hand shoots down from her boobs to her clit, using your two longest digits to start rubbing the hardened nub. “—fuck! What are—ng, fuck!”

While your fingers go to work, you begin to alternate between thrusting and grinding your cock into the deepest parts of her pussy, and the combination of the sensation along with the feeling of the bundle of nerves sitting just north of her entrance being stimulated with pinching, rubbing, and flicking motions sends Yuri into another, more viscous frenzy.

“Oh my g—” another yelp as your two fingers pull at her clit, “—fuck, fuck—” the intensity of your fingers rise in parallel to the intensity of the grinding of your hips, “—oh my—oh my god!”

It was something that you noticed, that Yuri seems to avoid using the phrase ‘oh my god’—it indicates to you that she perhaps comes from a religious background, but you didn’t really pay much attention to it until this moment, when Yuri finally breaks that habit to scream it out, only to be denied her climax when you come to a screeching halt.

“What are you—” it takes one look into your eyes to know why you suddenly stopped, but you say it anyway.

“I think you know what to do if you want to cum.”

“Are you serious?! I didn’t pay for—” it never fails to work, forcing Yuri to interrupt herself by stimulating her. Your fingers rub at her clit, but only to keep her verging on the edge and never any further. “—oh my god, please, I’m so—” this time, it’s not a yelp, but an aggravated hum, vibrating in accordance to the shaking of her body as another wave of ecstasy rolls over her system in response to your fingers pushing her ecstasy button.

“I need a little more than ‘please’, Yuri.”

“I’m not calling you—ah, ah, fuuck!”

Every time, you bring her teetering on the edge, and you allow her just enough rest to give her the illusion that you’ll let her come down from the high only to bring her right back up. There is clear frustration in her face, but there’s also an unmistakable amount of lust and impatience etched into her furrowed eyebrows and the pointed glare in her eyes.

“Please, don’t make me…” Yuri tries to buck her hips against you, but you lock her in place by pinning her against the mattress with the help of your legs and your hips.

“Do you want to cum or not?”

To be frank, you’re pretty close yourself, and part of the reason you had stopped was to slow down the pace of your own climax. Now that your mind is clearer, you can focus more on this process, of repeatedly pushing Yuri to the edge only to pull her away at the last millisecond.

“I swear to g—OD!”

Her voice glissandos to a higher pitch and volume as the last two letters, the same two digits pushing that button again, but not as long as she needs you to. Her hands reach for your arm in a last-ditch attempt to force you to stop, but your other hand collects both wrists and pins them against her stomach. “Nuh uh uh, what are the magic words?”

There’s a war going on inside Yuri’s mind, and you can see it on her face. Her headstrong attitude demanding the young woman to not break, being utterly bulldozed by mountainous impatience and desire, the need, to release all the tension already. “F—…I can’t…” It’s fascinating to see her lust clouding her judgement, forcing her into submission, but most of all, it’s fucking hot. “…god, I can’t believe I’m about to say this…” Yuri hesitates for a brief second, then, her lips move, but barely a sound comes out her lips. From reading her lips, you can tell she’s trying to get away with muttering the words under her breath, and you’re not about to let her get away with that.

“I didn’t hear you. Speak up, Yur—”

“God, just, just fuck me already and make me cum, daddy!” You have to be honest, the amount of hostility in her voice while saying such words nearly makes you laugh, but you have to be true to your promise.

“There it is. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Yuri shoots a glare at you, but when you release your pin on her and reel back, her eyes soften and a loud gasp emerges from her lips, and when you slam your length all the way to its hilt, the gasp turns into an ecstatic scream.

“Fu—” she doesn’t even have time to finish the syllable by the next time you repeated the action, then again, then again, all the while fiercely rubbing her clit. It’s barely a few seconds later that Yuri devolves into a squirming, screaming mess, every part of her body squeezing you tighter: her legs against your waist, the grip of her hands on your legs, the intense pressure from her vaginal walls against your cock, and then, a few seconds more, it all comes undone.

The room is supposedly soundproof, but never have you questioned that so much until this moment, when Yuri’s ecstatic, orgasmic scream is threatening to blow out your eardrums. Her entire body vibrates, the second tidal wave of pleasure rolling through her body, her pussy gushing with her juices all over you. Despite the condom you’re wearing, you swear you can still feel the stickiness of her cum against your member as it pumps in and out of her sputtering hole.

“F-Fuck…” Yuri can feel the strength being sapped from her body as her climax begins to fade, and when the last vestiges of it disappears, her body slumps against the bed.

“See? How easy was that?”

Hiding your blue balls as you extract your sopping wet dick from her snatch is not something you’re entirely unfamiliar with, even if you would’ve liked to cum with her. This is a job, though, and this isn’t about you.

“That wa—” Yuri tilts her head to look at you, but her eyes inadvertently find themselves landing on your erect cock, shining with the sheen of her juices sticking to the thin, translucent material stretching over your shaft, “—oh, you didn’t…?”

You grin. “That’s very sweet of you to be so considerate, but—” Yuri doesn’t interrupt you or anything, you just end up pausing when she pushes herself up from the reclining position to a sitting one, then a hunched over one, then begins crawling to you. Even in the face of your teasing grin, which you intended to elicit a reaction from her with, Yuri doesn’t bite. “…what are you doing?”

“I bet you wanna cum too,” Yuri says the words very matter-of-factly, in such a self-assured manner that you wonder if she is being possessed by another person at the moment. Is this Yuri, who is now settled between your legs, face inches away from your cock, dainty hands placed tenderly against your inner thighs, the same woman who was forced to say— “daddy.”

Who is this woman? Was she playing a role this entire time? Did you end up breaking her after all? That wasn’t even your intention, entirely…

“Yuri, it’s quite alright. You don’t have to worry about m—”

“Oh, but, daddy, I want this load down my throat.” You continue to eye her with a confused expression, and when she looks up at you, she lets out a smile that seems to have some kind of motive hidden behind it. What it is, you can’t tell. “Or, maybe, you want to spray my face and my tits with it?”

“Yuri, what…?”

“Since you insist on being called ‘daddy’ so much, why don’t I be a good girl and let daddy cum, too?”

Yep. You’ve definitely broken her.

Either that, or this is some kind of weird psychological trick she’s playing on herself, that she’s justifying the fact that she called you something she initially didn’t want to because actually, she did want to do it to spite you, somehow, and is now continuing to maliciously—‘maliciously’—call you that name.

“I can assure you, there’s no need to…” it’s clear your words aren’t getting to her head, especially as her hands close in on your cock and moves to pull off the unused condom.

“There’s no need for this anymore,” Yuri comments, sliding it off, albeit with some difficulty with how slippery the plastic covering has become, and then looks up at you. “So, does daddy want to cum in my mouth, or on my face, or maybe on my tits?”

Ordinarily, blowjobs are technically a service you’re supposed to charge for, but considering you’re so close, you figure there’s no point. “Wherever you’d like, Yuri.”

She shrugs and wraps her fingers around your pulsating shaft. You let out a hiss, and your fingers curl a little when her grip tightens and she starts moving her hands up and down your length. “Fuck…”

Yuri responds positively to your groan, increasing the speed of her handjob. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah, it does.”

The brief break you were given took you off the high a little, but the pressure Yuri’s hand is exerting on your dick is slowly but surely bringing you back up. Also, you have to say, the top-down view of Yuri staring intently at your cock, elbows locked in place on the mattress, both hands stacked on top of each other leaving about half an inch to move, and her boobs swaying slightly with each jerking motion is a delectable spectacle for the eyes.

“Then, how about this?”

The entire time, Yuri’s face had been slowly descending on your stiff member, but you still can’t help but let out another low moan as her tongue first catches your glans, her lips following suit and closing in around the soft, sensitive tip.

“God, Yuri…”

Her hands scoot down to make way for her lips, which begin gliding down your shaft. You can feel her tongue caressing the underside of your cock as she takes more of you inside her mouth, stopping with barely half of your length in her mouth before coming back up for air.

It’s incredibly obvious that this is Yuri’s first blowjob, but, since you’re so close anyway, it doesn’t matter in the slightest how sloppy it is. Just the feeling of her luscious lips hugging your cock as her tongue runs along your shaft while her hands continue to squeeze and twist in synchronization with the slow bobbing motion of her mouth is enough to bring you to the brink.

“Yuri, I’m close…”

Yuri takes that as her signal to release your cock, turning your cock towards the rough direction of her collarbone, and looks up at you. “I’m ready, daddy.”

“Fuck—cumming!”

The first stream lands on her cheek and drawing a line to her chine, flinching the poor girl, her hands instinctively redirecting your cock down which causes the second stream to draw another line from her cleavage to a little bit left of the areola of her right breast. By the time she’s recovered, a few more streams have landed all over the place, from her collarbone to her shoulder, with some streams shooting onto her hair as well.

It’s only after you stop that the sudden change in behavior begins to make sense.

“Wow, you came so much, daddy.”

This time, especially after regaining a clear mind from coming down on that high, you can tell Yuri is calling you that as a teasing remark, especially seeing as the nickname is paired with a triumphant grin whilst she wipes the cum off her face with the back of her hand.

“Did I?” Yuri looks so proud of herself that you decide to not say anything more.

“Yeah, look at it,” she says, casting her eyes down as her hands wipe the viscous fluids off her collarbone and boobs.

“Hm, I suppose I did.”

Yuri’s grin widens. “I suppose even the gigolo can learn something from the novice, huh?”

So, is that what it is? Maybe it isn’t that you ‘broke’ her; maybe it's Yuri not wanting to admit she ended up acquiescing to your request due to becoming overcome with lust, but rather, of her own volition. For what reason she would choose to do so, you’re unsure; maybe out of spite, or maybe out of pity, or maybe for this exact moment, so that she could rub it in your face that she made you cum as well, but whatever the reason is, you find no reason to correct her.

“Maybe so. Maybe, should you decide to impart more of your wisdom, I could learn more from you in the future.”

Yuri scoffs. “Don’t get your hopes up, Leo.”

But, sure enough, the next day, you get a notification: an appointment with one ‘Jo Yuri’, scheduled for next month.

Wow it is so incredibly late but I’m glad I finally got this draft done.

This originally started off as a Taeyeon draft (as most of my drafts do) but I realized I could change her to an idol who fits the ‘bratty’ nature of the female character of this one-shot, and was convinced that Jo Yuri fit the role. :D

Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading!

[howslemon]

YURI SMUT RAAAAAAHHHHH

Practice routine [Ft. Jo Yuri]

Author Notes: BOOM SURPRISE SMUT, SO SURPRISING EVEN I DIDNT KNOW I WAS GONNA UPLOAD IT TODAY, i had a blast writing this and Jo Yuri did get on my radar lately so i did want to give her a smut of appreciation.

Hope yall will have a Great read and a great day

Ps. No beta readers because :p

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It's a practice routine what you two have.

There is nothing better to build a strong friendship than a vow to help each other build strength and have a healthier lifestyle, especially when your friend is an idol, practicing hard for her next comeback.

Two light knocks on the glass door and it quickly opens, you are greeted by Yuri standing in front of you, wearing a white button shirt and long, black pants paired with an warm, sweet smile as soon as she looks at your eyes. 

“Finally! It took you forever to get here Oppa~” then she grabs your hand, pulling you inside the practice room, wooden floor surrounded by mirrors from almost all sides.

“Yeah, you forgot your company halls are a maze to walk around in,” you say, your hands work on taking your sweater off, leaving you with a basic tee and a pair of sweatpants 

“Well maybe if you came here more often then you wouldn't be so lost” she retorts in a playful manner. “Okay you already got here, lets get started with the session”. She announces before immediately taking her shirt off revealing no bra, giving you a free view of her mounds, her nipples already hard as she asks you. 

“Pants off, Please~”

Well, i never said what type of workout you two enjoyed doing.

“How many reps do you want to do again? 15? 20?” You ask, meanwhile your hands quickly lower the pants and boxers, throwing them off somewhere in the room.

“Hmm, lets do 30, im feeling spicy today” she comments however It's her eyes that tell you her needs before her words. She's looking at you, her smile beaming in excitement with every step you take toward her with your length proud and ready to work.

Yuri now kneels in front of you, face level with your cock as she takes one of her hands, attempting to wrap her fingers around it, her face leaning in close enough to have her lips part wide enough to have your tip rest inside, letting you feel the first tingles of pleasure.

“Readeh?” She mumbles a question while your tip is resting on her plump lips, eyes meeting yours with an ever-so innocent smile, funny given the fact she has you dick ready to be devoured.

You can only respond with a sly grin before saying, “One…” this word is so engraved inside Yuri’s brain that as soon as she hears it she starts letting her mouth take in your cock, getting close to your balls before eventually going back to your tip, and then doing it again, and again, and again.

Right now, the only sounds present in the room are your steady counting, the faint slurping sound of her mouth in the goal of getting you worked up faster and the playful, sweet and muffled moans coming from Yuri. And how does this look? Well you can't say you are less than aroused seeing how the mirrors around the room portray her taking care of your cock so well, it's filthy yet at the same time, it's the purest form of art you ever witnessed.

It's around the 12th rep that she lets out your cock, lips coated with your seed forming a sultry smile. “Wow, I can feel myself getting better at t-mph” you don't give her the chance to continue the sentence, bucking your hips into her mouth, getting her to gasp in surprise, or pleasure, it might as well be the same for her.

“The set Yuri, your pace is great” She smiles at your compliment, turning all of her focus back again to your cock as she continues to bob her mouth back and forth, eventually the pleasure Yuri showers your member with slowly start to take control of your body, enough that your hands have to gripe the back of head for stability, 

Enough that every time Yuri lets your length deep inside her mouth you move your hips forward, letting your tip graze the back of her throat.

Eventually you count the 30th rep, getting one more moan from her and then she lets her mouth of your cock with an audible pop sound. “Mmm, that exercise is always a good warmup for me~” she says, letting out an adorable chuckle while she licks her lips from any leftover cum.

“That's good to hear, let's start the next exercise?” 

“Ooo, yes yes yes, you know I like it when we do that exercise” she happily agrees, grinning like a child as you now sit down on the floor, watching as Yuri begins to lower her own pants, revealing to you, surprise surprise: no panties as well and her lower lips are already glistening with her own fluids

“Wow, were you this needy for a workout Yuri?” You ask as the two of you begin to shift your position: now you are sitting on the wooden floor while Yuri is straddling your lap, feeling how your cock is inches apart from her lower entrance.

“You know what they say…” she says, her hands making quick of your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. a good workout always helps when you need a little boost” you can feel her want, you can tell how much she needs you right now so why delay the inevitable.

“20 reps?”

“30” Yuri answers as she now puts her hands on your abs, feeling the texture of your 6 pack on her fingers. then without any foreword she lowers herself into your length, making you feel her pussy tightly wrap around you

The first round of friction makes you sound a heavy groan of pleasure, your hands go to each side of her hips, gripping for control while you move her up and dowm on your body, making light clapping noises from both of your bodies.

Yuri looks like she enjoys it, replacing her sharp movements to literally bouncing on your dick around the 8th rep, her tongue lolls out of her mouth making her unable to sound anything but a sultry, needy moan.

Eventually through the pleasure you are experiencing, you find the strength to lean your head close to Yuri's ears. “God, you love it when i fuck you like that, right?”.

She can only moan in response while moving her head in a way that can resemble a sign of agreement. “Yeah, you fucking love it when I pretend that I am your private coach to your company, to your manager just so you can have some cock to relieve you? To fuck your entire body silly?” You say in between your grunts, it's not like she could actually answer since she is busy being impaled by your length so you settle with a loud gasp caused by your hand giving a loud smack to her right buttcock and groping it tightly.

The last couple reps are slower, replacing the consistent pace with raw strength every time you thrust yourself into her tight cavern. Yuri attempts to cry out a scream of pleasure but not before you seal her mouth with your own, muffling her moans enough so that only your ears are blessed with hearing the unholy symphony that comes from her mouth.

She can feel how close you are to unloading for the second time today so just as the last rep of the set comes, she sinks her hips to engulf your length entirely inside her, getting both of you to mutually release your orgasm at the same time,and the cum goes everywhere.

On the floor.

On Yuri's Thighs.

On the upper half of your chest.

But most of it goes inside her, rope after rope after rope of cum fills the insides of Yuri making her brain unable to process the pleasure taking over her body. Eventually she finally manages to detach herself from your body, letting the both of you fall onto the floor, a mixture of you two fluids leaks out of her Cunt.

“That. Was. Awesome!!” She tiredly exclaims, panting heavily after each word, her eyes looking at the ceiling light. “I swear, this was like, The best training session we had in a long time” she adds, even when its obvious she was talking about sex, for her its just an intensive workout.

you only have enough energy to sit up without saying a, you see Yuri still laying on her back, her body full of sweat and cum while her face just like at the start shows a happy, satisfied smile. You can't explain why, but seeing her like this suddenly gives you an idea.

“Do you know how to do a sit-up?”

She scoffs, looking at you as if you just asked her whats 2+2. “Without any problem, its not some rocket science”

“Can you do 30 reps?”

“Sure, watch me” she responds, laying on her back once again and getting into position of the exercise. “On-ngh” Just as Yuri was about to start she could feel a weird sensation running over pussy however as she looks down, its just your head in between her legs, your tounge is giving slow licks to her hole, “what are you-hahh…doing?” She asks in between a small jolt of pleasure.

“Just an after practice treat for me, each rep you do before cumming is one second of me eating you out, win-win from how i see it” you look up her with a bratty grin, however its impossible to beat Jo Yuri in being a brat so in response she just smiles and says.

“Better hope i taste good then” she now looks at the ceiling again, continuing her reps thus giving you the signal to continue your deserved meal, and how sweet does she taste for you after a good workout.

Unlike your previous excerices today, this one had given you the opportunity to hear Yuri moan, but instead of the usual needy noises and the constant need for your white fluid, this time they are moans of music and each one is a note creating this passionate sonate of sex, for example:

“Haaaa, so good”

“Can you go slowe-nghh…please?”

“Oh yes, thats the spot”

“Fuck, You're gonna make me cum again with that tounge…”.

And meanwhile the workout goes on, you can feel small beads of sweat flowing from her thighs onto your hair, her thighs wrapped around your head depriving you from air, and her fluids flow inside mouth little by little, tasting like an unforbidden nectar you couldn't stop yourself from it's addicting flavour, something so sinful feeling oh so right with Yuri.

But sadly you can only experience the pleasure for so long, since fairly quickly you can feel the last round of cum coming from Yuri nto your mouth as she detaches herself from your tounge, gathering some strength to sit down and say in a breathy tone, “Fuck, this was amazing”

You eventually have to bid your goodbye to Yuri, after all your practice session with her was over according to your managers, but not before you help each other find your clothes, clean up any cum stains on the floor and depart with a small hug added with firm grope of her left buttcock.

Its now evening, already at home, getting yourself prepared for the Gym, even a coach needs some practice of its own, out of nowhere your phone sounds its mario coin notification, taking it out of your pocket you see it's a message from Yuri.

On it there is a picture: Yuri, fully naked, her Feet and hands sticking to the ground but her ass? Standing up and proud into the air with the hole almost directly in front of the camera lens, and the text below?.

“Good evening Oppa, can we do this workout tommorow?? I really think it can help my flexibility 😉😉😏”

Good to see your favourite client enjoying your service, already asking for more.

[howslemon]

AAAAAHHHH!!! What I'd do to have an opportunity like this with Yuri :((

Getaway

Jo Yuri x M!Reader

Note: here’s to the hamster girl that got the big bag from the squid 🫶

It started with excitement. A group chat buzzing with memes about sunsets over the ocean, lists of must-try cruise activities, and an unhealthy number of debates over how many swimsuits one person actually needs. This was supposed to be the trip—five days of relaxation, laughter, and memories with your closest friends.

Then the excuses started rolling in.

First, it was Jihun. “Sorry, man, work’s piling up. I can’t take the time off.” His message was punctuated with a sad face emoji, as if that would soften the blow.

Next, Minji dropped out, claiming some vague “family emergency.” You tried to sympathize until you saw her Instagram story of her at a café with her dog, captioned Much-needed chill day.

By the time Seungmin admitted he “forgot” about his cousin’s wedding, you were already resigned to your fate. One by one, your friends bailed, leaving you holding the metaphorical bag—and the very literal cruise ticket.

Cancelling wasn’t an option. Non-refundable, non-exchangeable, non-everything, because you’d been too cheap to spring for the insurance. You’d planned for the luxury cabin, imagining yourself waking up to ocean views and feeling like royalty with your close friends. But with everyone else backing out, your budget evaporated faster than the group chat notifications.

Which led to this: you, booking a shared cabin with a stranger. It was either that or throw away the money you didn’t have to lose.

“You’ll be fine,” you told yourself as you stared at the confirmation email. “It’s just five days. How bad could it be?”

-

Yuri tugged the strap of her duffel bag higher on her shoulder, sighing as she handed over her cruise ticket at the check-in counter. She was supposed to be here with her family—her parents, her older sister—but life had a way of throwing curveballs.

Her sister had come down with the flu two days before the trip. Nothing too serious, but enough that her parents decided to stay home to take care of her. “You should still go,” her mother had insisted. “We already paid for your ticket. Think of it as a break.”

Yuri didn’t argue. A break sounded… necessary.

After Squid Game Season 2 aired, her world had been flipped upside down. Fame was exhilarating, sure, but it was also overwhelming. Endless interviews, promotional events, fans recognizing her on the street. It felt like she was constantly on, with no time to just breathe.

She’d thought about cancelling. Spending five days alone on a cruise ship wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. But her mother’s words lingered: You need a break, Yuri. Go.

So here she was, trying to convince herself that five days of ocean views and buffet dinners could somehow make her feel like herself again.

The only catch? She’d been bumped to a shared cabin because of a last-minute shuffle in bookings. “It’ll be fine,” the cruise rep had told her over the phone. “It’s just a roommate. You’ll hardly notice them.”

Yuri rolled her eyes at the memory. Hardly notice them?

Yeah, right.

If this was anything like her recent luck, her roommate would either be a chatterbox who didn’t know the meaning of personal space or some fan who wouldn’t stop asking about the show.

She stepped into the tiny cabin, already dreading the next five days.

-

The cruise ship looms large in the harbor, its pristine white exterior gleaming under the midday sun. You pause for a moment, clutching your duffel bag, letting the salty breeze wash over you. The idea of going on this cruise solo still feels surreal, but with all your friends bailing at the last minute, you weren’t about to let the ticket—and your deposit—go to waste.

The fact that you’d been downgraded to a shared cabin? Well, that was a bitter pill you were still swallowing.

Cabin 512A. The number taunts you as you make your way down the narrow, carpeted hallways.

The luggage wheels behind you squeak, the only sound in the otherwise quiet corridor. You grip the keycard tightly, your heart thumping faster than it should. Sharing a cabin with a stranger was bound to be awkward, but you’d convinced yourself it couldn’t be that bad.

The door beeps as you slide the keycard, and you step inside. It’s… snug. Two single beds crammed into a space that feels more like a walk-in closet with delusions of grandeur. One bed is already claimed, judging by the neatly folded hoodie and headphones resting on it.

You hear a faint sound—a soft hum—from the bathroom. Your brows knit together. It’s familiar. Too familiar.

The door creaks open before you can dwell on it further, and your new cabinmate steps out. She’s small, dressed in an oversized sweater and denim shorts, her hair casually tied up. For a moment, her gaze locks with yours, her eyes wide and questioning.

“UH…hi,” she says, her voice soft but steady. “You must be my roommate.”

You nod, but you’re not really listening. Your brain is short-circuiting, trying to process what you’re seeing.

Jo Yuri.

Not just your cabinmate—Jo Yuri, the breakout star from Squid Game Season 2. You’d binge-watched the entire season when it came out a few months ago, captivated by her performance. She played one of the more appealing characters: the underdog who managed to power through the entirety of the season. People online had been calling her the “puppy of the season.”

And now, she’s standing in front of you, looking more ordinary than you ever thought possible. No makeup, no stylists, just a girl with messy hair and an easy smile.

“Uh… yeah,” you finally manage, trying to play it cool. “That’s me. Roommate. Hi.”

She chuckles, her smile widening. “You okay there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shake your head quickly, attempting to compose yourself. “No, no. It’s just… you look really familiar.”

Her expression shifts slightly, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. “Ah,” she says, her tone light but guarded. “You’ve seen it?”

You don’t need her to elaborate. “Squid Game?” you ask, careful to keep your voice neutral.

“Yeah.” She shrugs, leaning casually against the wall. “That’d do it.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you scramble to fill it. “You were great in it,” you blurt out, cringing internally at how fanboy-ish you sound. “Like, really great. One of the best parts of the season.”

Her lips quirk into a smile, but there’s a hint of weariness in it. “Thanks. Appreciate that.”

You sense there’s more she’s not saying, but you don’t push. Instead, you gesture to your bed. “Uh, mind if I unpack?”

“Go for it,” she says, stepping aside.

The awkwardness lingers as you start unpacking, but you catch her glancing at you a couple of times, like she’s sizing you up. It’s weird—sharing a room with someone who’s been on your screen, who people have written essays and theories about online.

Finally, she breaks the silence. “So… what made you come on this cruise?”

You hesitate, debating how much to share. “Friends bailed,” you admit with a shrug. “Didn’t want to waste the ticket. What about you?”

She snorts, perching on the edge of her bed. “Needed a break. Too many people. Too much noise.”

“Isn’t that ironic?” you tease, surprising yourself with your boldness. “Considering, you know… you.”

Her laugh is light, genuine. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

The conversation eases after that, flowing like a gentle current. You don’t mention Squid Game again, and she doesn’t bring it up either. Instead, you talk about the ship, the itinerary, and the overly enthusiastic cruise director you’d both spotted during boarding.

But in the back of your mind, you’re still reeling. Jo Yuri, in the flesh. And somehow, you’re supposed to survive five days of sharing a cabin with her without making a complete fool of yourself.

-

You’re still reeling from the whole “roommate with a stranger” situation when Yuri suggests exploring the ship. It feels like the right thing to do—anything to avoid sitting in the cabin together, surrounded by the thick air of awkward silence.

“Uh… sure,” you say, scratching the back of your neck. “Lead the way?”

Yuri raises an eyebrow at you, her expression somewhere between amused and unimpressed. “You’re really going to make me decide everything, huh?”

“No, no, I just—uh—thought maybe you… had a plan,” you mumble, stumbling over your words.

Her lips twitch into a small smirk. “Relax, I’m not gonna bite.”

You try, you really do, but relaxing is easier said than done when you’re walking shoulder to shoulder with someone like Jo Yuri. She’s effortlessly cool, with her confident stride and casual yet chic outfit that screams “I’m too cool for this, but I’m here anyway.” Meanwhile, you feel like a bundle of frayed nerves, overthinking every step and every word.

The first stop is the promenade deck. It’s lined with shops selling overpriced souvenirs, jewellery, and random knick-knacks you definitely don’t need.

“Look at this,” Yuri says, holding up a sparkly snow globe with a tiny replica of the ship inside. “A whole fifteen dollars for something that’s going to collect dust on a shelf.”

You laugh nervously, unsure if you’re supposed to agree or argue. “Yeah, it’s, uh… it’s definitely not worth it.”

She narrows her eyes at you, clearly catching on to your awkward vibe. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

You blink, feeling your ears heat up. “I talk! I just… don’t want to say anything dumb.”

Yuri tilts her head, studying you for a moment. Then, to your surprise, she bursts out laughing. It’s not mocking—more like she finds your honesty refreshing. “You’re not as scary as you look.”

“I don’t look scary,” you protest, though your voice comes out weaker than you’d like.

“Mm, debatable,” she teases, nudging your arm.

You’re about to respond when the two of you pass by a small café on the deck. The smell of fresh pastries wafts out, and Yuri stops abruptly, sniffing the air like a cartoon character.

“Okay, we’re going in,” she declares.

Before you can protest, she grabs your wrist and pulls you inside. The café is cozy, with warm lighting and a display case full of pastries that look almost too good to eat. Yuri walks up to the counter, her eyes scanning the options with laser focus.

“Two croissants,” she says, turning to you. “And you’re paying.”

“What? Why?” you stammer, fumbling for your wallet.

“Because I’m cute and you’re trying to make a good first impression,” she says, deadpan, though her eyes twinkle with mischief.

You have no comeback for that, so you hand over the money and follow her to a small table by the window.

Yuri takes a bite of her croissant and lets out a satisfied hum. “Okay, I’ll admit it. This is worth the overpriced cruise food.”

You nibble on yours, trying to act casual. “Yeah, it’s, uh… not bad.”

After finishing your snacks, the two of you wander out onto the open deck. The sea stretches endlessly in every direction, the horizon blending seamlessly with the sky. The sound of waves and the salty breeze are oddly calming.

“So,” Yuri says, breaking the silence. “What’s the first thing you wanna do tomorrow?”

You glance at her, surprised she’s asking. “Uh… I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

She groans, throwing her head back dramatically. “You’re impossible.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be polite!”

“Polite is boring,” she says with a smirk. “But fine. How about karaoke? I saw a lounge near the theatre earlier.”

You immediately feel a pit in your stomach. “Karaoke? Like… singing?”

“No, like interpretive dance,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Yes, singing. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you lie, though the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of her is already giving you secondhanded anxiety.

“Good,” she says, her grin widening. “Because I’m definitely dragging you tomorrow.”

-

You wake up to the sound of waves gently lapping against the ship and faint footsteps outside the cabin. It takes a moment for you to remember where you are—and who you’re sharing the space with.

Rolling over, you see Yuri still fast asleep, her face buried in the pillow and her hair a chaotic mess. It’s oddly endearing, watching her like this, but you quickly snap out of it before she wakes up and catches you staring.

Not wanting to linger in the tiny cabin, you freshen up quietly and head to the deck to catch the sunrise. You don’t expect Yuri to join you, but just as the horizon starts to blush with orange and pink, you hear her voice.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asks, leaning on the railing beside you, still in her oversized hoodie. Her hair is slightly more presentable now, but you notice a faint crease on her cheek from the pillow.

“Something like that,” you reply, offering her a small smile.

For a while, the two of you stand there in silence, the morning air crisp and salty. The awkwardness from yesterday lingers faintly, but it feels more like background noise now, drowned out by the tranquillity of the moment.

“I’m starving,” she finally says, breaking the quiet.

You laugh. “I think they’re serving breakfast already. Want to head down?”

She nods, and the two of you make your way to the dining hall. It’s bustling but not chaotic, and you manage to snag a table near the window. Yuri piles her plate with fruit, eggs, and enough toast to feed a small village.

“Do you always eat this much in the morning?” you tease, gesturing to her plate.

She narrows her eyes at you, mock offense dripping from her tone. “I’m stocking up for the day. Don’t judge me.”

You chuckle and take a bite of your food, the atmosphere between you two finally starting to loosen.

After breakfast, the day unfolds naturally. You both decide to explore the ship, starting with the pool deck. The sun is warm, the water glistening, and you’re surprised to find how easy it is to talk to Yuri now.

“I can’t believe how big this place is,” she says, spinning in place to take it all in.

“Yeah, it’s like a floating city,” you agree.

She grins at you. “Still down for the karaoke? I’m kind of amazing at karaoke.”

“Oh really? Amazing, huh?” you reply, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t believe me?” she challenges, her tone playful.

“Surely someone here among us is not a singer, huh.”

The two of you continue wandering, checking out the shops, the gym, and even a small art gallery tucked away on one of the lower decks. Yuri lingers in front of a painting of a ship caught in a storm, her expression thoughtful.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask, curious.

She shrugs but doesn’t look away from the painting. “I was just thinking… it’s crazy how people used to travel like this all the time, not knowing if they’d make it.”

“That’s kind of a downer,” you joke lightly, trying to break the mood.

She laughs softly and nudges your arm. “Sorry, I get weird sometimes. Let’s go find that karaoke bar.”

By the time evening rolls around, you’re both sitting in the lounge, sipping on mocktails with tiny umbrellas in them. Yuri sips hers thoughtfully, the sunset casting a golden glow over her face.

“I’m glad I didn’t cancel this trip,” she admits, almost to herself.

You glance at her, surprised. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She shrugs, but there’s a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “It’s not so bad having a decent person to share it with.”

For a moment, you’re caught off guard, unsure how to respond. But then you see the way her eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, and you realize she’s being genuine.

“Yeah,” you say softly, feeling the awkward tension between you two finally dissolve. “It’s not so bad.”

As the night stretches on, the ship seems to come alive with laughter and music, and you and Yuri find yourselves in the karaoke bar after all. She picks an upbeat song you don’t know but belts it out like a pro, her confidence infectious.

When she finishes, breathless and laughing, you can’t help but clap louder than anyone else in the room. She bows dramatically, blowing you a playful kiss before hopping off the stage.

“Your turn,” she says, sliding into the seat next to you.

“Oh hell no…” you protest, shaking your head.

“Too bad,” she replies, grabbing your arm and dragging you up to the stage. “We’re doing a duet. Here's a private lesson with a professional.”

And just like that, day two ends with the two of you laughing so hard you can barely breathe, the awkwardness from yesterday now nothing more than a distant memory.

-

Day three begins with a comfortable silence between you and Yuri as you both sip your morning coffee on the balcony. By now, you’ve grown accustomed to her quirks: the way she furrows her brows when she’s deep in thought, how she adds a ridiculous amount of sugar to her coffee, and how she taps her nails rhythmically on the table when she’s bored.

“You’re staring,” Yuri says without looking up from her phone, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

“Am not,” you reply quickly, turning your gaze to the horizon. The sun is already high, and the shimmering ocean stretches endlessly.

After breakfast, the ship announces its arrival at a nearby island, and Yuri excitedly suggests signing up for the snorkelling excursion. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing,” she says, practically bouncing in place.

You agree, not entirely for the snorkelling but because her enthusiasm is contagious.

The excursion is a dream. The guides take you to a secluded reef with crystal-clear waters teeming with marine life. As you put on your gear and dive in, the world beneath the waves feels magical. Schools of vibrant fish dart around coral formations, and the water is so clear you can see every detail.

At one point, Yuri taps your shoulder underwater and gestures wildly to a sea turtle gliding gracefully past. You laugh—or at least try to, but it comes out as a muffled gurgle. Yuri seems to find this hilarious, and even with her snorkel on, you can tell she’s grinning.

When you resurface, she flicks water at you playfully. “Did you see how close it was?!”

“I did,” you reply, trying to shake the water out of your hair. “But you nearly scared it off with your flailing.”

“I was pointing, not flailing,” she retorts, sticking her tongue out.

The day ends with a quiet dinner back on the ship. You both opt for a small, cozy restaurant instead of the bustling buffet. Over plates of grilled seafood and pasta, Yuri shares more about her life—her dreams, her fears, and the little things that make her who she is.

“You know,” she says, twirling her fork absentmindedly, “I didn’t expect to actually enjoy this trip. I thought it’d be awkward sharing a room with a stranger, but… it’s been nice.”

Her words catch you off guard, but you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, it has.”

By day four, you and Yuri have become a dynamic duo. It’s no longer just about sharing a cabin—it’s about sharing the entire experience.

The morning starts with a group yoga class on the deck. Yuri insists on trying it, claiming it’ll be “relaxing.” You’re skeptical, especially when you realize how uncoordinated you are compared to her.

“Downward dog,” the instructor calls out.

You glance at Yuri, who’s already in perfect form, her movements graceful and fluid. Meanwhile, you’re struggling not to topple over.

“Need help?” she whispers, barely holding back her laughter.

“I’m f-fine,” you mutter through gritted teeth, your arms trembling. Don't even mention the fact that your back cracks with every slight movement.

Suffice to say, Yuri had a lot of fun holding her laugh when glancing at you.

After yoga, the two of you grab smoothies from the ship’s café and spend the rest of the morning lounging by the pool. Yuri pulls out a book she brought along, while you scroll through your phone. Every so often, she nudges you with her foot, pointing out something funny in her book or making a sarcastic comment about the poolside drama happening around you.

In the afternoon, the ship hosts a trivia competition. Yuri’s eyes light up when she hears about it, and she drags you to the event.

“You’re good at trivia, right?” she asks.

“Uhh…Define ‘good,’” you reply, already regretting your life choices.

The game is chaotic, with questions ranging from history to pop culture. Yuri surprises you with her knowledge of obscure facts—she nails the question about 18th-century composers but completely blanks when asked about the capital of Switzerland.

“It’s Zurich, right?” she whispers to you.

“No, it’s Bern,” you reply, smirking.

She glares at you, whispering back, “If you’re wrong, I’m blaming you.”

Despite a few missteps, you manage to place second. Yuri proudly dons the sailor hat prize and refuses to take it off for the rest of the day.

That evening, you attend the ship’s formal dinner. Yuri, dressed in a sleek black dress, turns heads as she walks into the dining hall. You’re about to compliment her, but she beats you to it.

“You clean up nicely,” she says, eyeing your outfit.

“So do you,” you reply, trying to sound nonchalant, but the warmth in your cheeks betrays you.

The night ends with the two of you sitting on the deck, watching the stars. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with the sound of waves and the occasional laughter of other passengers.

“This trip’s going to feel too short,” Yuri says softly, her gaze fixed on the sky.

You don’t respond immediately, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. Instead, you simply sit there, hoping the moment will stretch just a little longer.

-

The final day arrives with a bittersweet air. Breakfast feels quieter, and even Yuri’s usual sarcastic remarks are softer, almost hesitant.

“We should make the most of today,” she says, her voice determined but tinged with sadness.

And so, you do.

The two of you spend the morning doing all the things you hadn’t tried yet—arcade games, mini-golf, and even a cheesy photo booth where you both don silly props for the camera.

“Smile!” Yuri says, throwing her arm around your shoulder and holding up a fake moustache.

The resulting photo is ridiculous, but it’s one you know you’ll treasure.

In the afternoon, the ship docks at another island, and you both decide to go for a casual hike along the coast. The trail is quiet, with stunning views of the ocean. At one point, Yuri stops to take a photo, the wind catching her hair just right.

“Send me that one,” you say, pretending to be casual.

“Why? Planning to frame it?” she teases, but her cheeks turn pink.

The final evening arrives too soon. The ship hosts a farewell party, and the two of you join the crowd on the deck, dancing to live music. Yuri’s laughter is infectious as she spins you around, her energy lighting up the night.

And with the ship nears the port, reality sets in. The two of you return to your cabin to pack, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words.

Finally, as you stand by the railing one last time, Yuri hands you a folded piece of paper.

“In case we don’t run into each other again,” she says, her voice quiet.

You unfold it to find her phone number.

“Yuri—”

“Don’t say anything cheesy,” she interrupts, though her smile is soft.

When the ship finally docks and you part ways, you can’t help but feel like this is only the beginning of something bigger. But for now, you're contented with the short getaway with your lucky cabinmate, already reminiscing about it as you look at her back slowly disappearing to the crowd.

And hopefully, she enjoyed your company as much as she enjoyed yours.

[howslemon]

What do you think about this report? With BTS and Blackpink reuniting in 2025, is there a possibility to see interest in K-pop resurging? What are factors you think that have dampened people’s interest?

It would rise again, but I don't think it would reach the same peak as before.

First factor that caused this is fans moving on from their kpop phase. Let's admit it, being a kpop fan is only a phase, we'll move on and forget them at some point later. Lots of big kpop groups and fanbases are from 3rd gen. Most of their fans are also getting older and moving on from them. We can also notice that these 3rd gen groups are getting lesser active than before, especially when it comes to some big events like year end award shows.

With BTS and BP coming back, it will of course rise again since they're the two biggest kpop groups globally. More especially since it's been ages since their last comebacks as a whole group, so the anticipation is high for both fans and non-fans. However, I don't think it'll last that long, more on just another hype.

Another that I have seen from Twitter and some of my personal friends is that female fans have moved to Thai GL. I have seen some clips of those and I get why they moved to there. They are more open minded and less censored compared to the censorship in k-entertainment. They actually kiss on stage and are more open to gay relationships unlike the queerbaiting marketing strategy in kpop.

Newer gens also seem to be lesser interesting compared to the previous gens. They don't give as much impact anymore, at least for me. Some groups just looking like cheap copies of another group.

[howslemon]

YURI SMUT THANK YOU!!!

Sweet and Spicy

Jo Yuri x M Reader | 🔞 Smut

[idol x manager, she wants u lil bro]

Word Count: 3,654

As you sat down at your bed, in your small studio apartment, taking in the long day you just had, you take stock of everything you had been going through these past few months.

For once in your crappy life, you found a way to turn your quiet days into a job, applying for literally anything on the market. That was when a friend of yours, Jo Yuri, yes, Yuri from IZ*ONE, well, used to be IZ*ONE, found you submitting your resume at the small company she works at.

Intrigued by your looks, she asked the people that was managing her at the time what you were doing there, and they explained that you were applying for a job. Not soon after, there were online calls, and sit-down interviews, and then they gave you the job.

It was a little stressful at first, that's only because you didn't really know what you were doing. All you were told by the people regularly working with Yuri is to just follow her orders and take notes from her old manager, who was going to pursue a new career, and took you under his wing as he guided you to her everyday routines and activities.

You eventually learned how to handle Yuri, from her breakfast, her choice of coffee, towards the end of the day where you make sure she's back at her place safely.

As for Yuri, it never really hit you how soft and sweet she really is. You take care of her very often, and she often reminds you how grateful she is. It's a very difficult job, but Yuri makes it a hundred times easier.

You smiled to yourself as you got ready to sleep, took your phone to scroll through some reels, a text popped up on your screen, it was Yuri.

"U awake?"

You didn't hesitate to reply back, "Yeah, what's up?"

"I'm feeling lonely... :("

"Oh, do you want me to come over?"

"Bring some ramen and fishcakes too please :3"

"Alright, I'll be there in 10"

And just like that, you compromised your comfortable position in bed, and got up again to get your keys and wallet. You grabbed a fresh hoodie and wore some jogging pants before going out to the nearest convenience store to buy Yuri her ramen and fishcakes.

You didn't even think twice, you just went to the convenience store, picked up the food and drove right ahead to her place.

The stairs going up to her apartment were very long, so thank god the elevator is working. After pressing the button and waiting, you were left there with your thoughts. That's when it hit you: You've never been alone with her.

Sure, there are moments during the job which required the two of you to be alone, such as car rides, airplane rides, or the few minutes at the backstage dressing room where all the stylists have gone out and it was just the two of you. But, you two were never left alone in this capacity, in a very private setting, for quite some time, given she invited you over to eat as well.

Shaking away these thoughts were the ding signifying the elevator was there, and along with it, the doors opening. Stepping inside, was just you. As the doors closed, your fate was slowly sealed for the rest of the night.

Another ding rang out, this means you're on her floor now, which meant it was time to step out of the elevator. Carrying the bag of food she requested, you simply walked along the hallway, looking for her door. And then you saw it, Room 1029. This was her door.

The doorbell beside was already calling your name, and you took the chance to press it, where the chime of the bell had echoed in her apartment, making her leave the bed and walk towards her door to let you in.

As she opens the door, you were quite shocked to see what she was wearing. She had her hair tied in a clamp, she wore a black camisole that hugged her top and showed a little bit of her cleavage, and paired with that are black bike shorts, it made it seem like her white legs were greeting you with a smile, and on top of that, she was wearing cute fluffy bunny slippers that completed her look.

"Hi, come in. Thank goodness you're finally here, i'm kinda starving." She said that with a smile, which you can consider a smirk, but you paid little attention to the detail.

"Thank you, I'll cook your ramen, can you point me to the kitchen?" You say as you take your shoes off and set it aside.

"It's right over there, thanks a lot!" She says that with a beam of sunshine on her face.

She offered you some fluffy slippers as well, so you took it. After wearing them, it really is super comfortable, and it made your bare feet feel like it was already in bed.

Going straight to her kitchen, you took out the ramen packs and boiled some water. Yuri went by your side, touching your arm in the process.

"Aren't you wondering why I felt lonely?"

"I was thinking you'd tell me later."

"Well... it's a bit of a long story, but I'd really love to tell you why."

It was almost like teasing, the way her tone sounded during those words. You could only nod as a response, still being clueless as to what Yuri was trying to do, and it made her a little needy, seeing her manager being aloof, trying to bring his walls up to deny her advances. But Yuri hasn't started yet.

"I wanted some good times. My old managers were female, but they provided me whatever I needed, sending over some, company." Yuri is rubbing her palm up and down your arm now.

"Good times? What does that mean?" You ask, confused by what she meant.

"It's a very lonely industry, I used to be in a group, so I was never really alone back then, but these days, I find myself more and more lonely, and I've been looking for people to... spend time with."

"So me? Your manager?"

"Ah... but you could be more than just my manager." Yuri winks.

You take the ramen and pour it out on two bowls, and prepare her fishcakes as well. "Like what?"

She takes the pot from you, and puts it down gently on the sink before walking back and caressing your chest.

"I'd be happy to show you later, oppa."

The tension in that room really went high once she said that word in a sultry tone. It was getting really dangerous, and it could boil at any minute, and it made you scared. If things did happen, you could get fired, and that'll be the least of your problems.

"Ah... Yuri, the food is ready..." You look away, staring at the prepared food beside you.

She smirks and takes her hands off of you. "Okay, let's have a warm meal first."

You breathe a sigh of relief as the both of you bring the food to the small dining table nearby, and she deliberately sat beside you, in a very close manner.

She takes a sip of the noodles, and hummed in delight. "Ahh... you got the delicious ones, this is great!"

"I like this brand too. It's my hangover meal."

She raises her brows with a smile. "You drink heavy, oppa?"

There she goes again. It just hits a nerve within you, and every time she says it you just want to throw yourself out the window before you do anything stupid.

"No... just casually... when there's an event."

"I see." She says as she goes back to sipping her noodles.

The tension is higher than ever now. It was very difficult nursing a raging boner in your pants while hearing her say those words, thank goodness she hasn't looked down yet.

Unfortunately for you, that's exactly what she's going for. You try to stay focused, sipping on your ramen and praying to god she's not planning any more funny stuff. But Yuri was planning for more funny stuff, and she looked down to see a bulge on your pants, and she smiled to herself knowing that she has won, without even laying a finger on you.

In your head, everything was circling and you were getting dizzy thinking about a lot of things. All the clearer and innocent thoughts have been thrown out the window, and you think back to the way she answered the door for you earlier, with nearly everything just exposed, and it got your cock twitching with excitement while you desperately try to think about something disgusting to remove that boner before Yuri says anything about it.

"Is there a phone in your pants, or are you just excited to see me?" Yuri smiles and traces her fingers along your thighs, dangerously close to your crotch, then you freeze.

There was no response. Your brain has short-circuited, and the neurons that your brain was supposed to send to your mouth to start talking has been neutralized by this girl, your supposed boss, who has her hand inching closer, and closer, nearing the inevitable part of touching that raging boner you had been hiding, and as time slows down, her pinky got there first.

She had a small feel of your cock. Albeit far from actually touching your cock, she was there. She was still inching, until her entire hand was laid there on top of your crotch, and she was smiling.

"Oppa, are you okay?" She asked, smiling, hoping to break you out of your frozen trance.

"Yuri..."

She stood from her chair, leaned to your side, and wrapped her arms around your neck before she whispers, "Why did you have to wear such a thick fabric tonight? This would've been so much easier."

"I'm not sure... how to respond, Yuri. What are you doing to me...?"

She breaks a smile as she kisses your cheek, "It's pretty obvious. I called you over because I'm lonely, and I needed a man to fuck me. And you are so hot oppa, I've been wanting you ever since you applied for this job, I wanted them to hire you, and I have been waiting until you're comfortable enough to come to my home, and use my body as you wish."

Your cock had viciously twitched, and it really hurt for it to be in your pants, and that was all the response Yuri needed from you.

"Come on, let's go to my room, get these clothes out of the way." She giggles as she says it.

"W-wait... I might get fired."

"For what? Doing your job?" She smiles again as she takes your hand in hers.

"This... is part of the job?" You look at her with an eyebrow up, confused.

"Your job includes taking care of my every need, and right now, I need you. Don't worry, okay? Everything will be okay, I promise."

"None of this will get out?"

"I should be the one asking you that, cutie." Yuri smiles again, that damned smile.

It finally makes you crack a smile, and you wholeheartedly embrace the situation you are in, so you lean in slowly and kiss her.

She returns the kiss with a strong fervor, and cups your cheeks as she deepens the kiss. Your hands roam around the side of her body, before landing on her hips, hugging her figure and pulling her closer to you.

Yuri moans in the kiss, and this made you hungrier, more needy, and started kissing her with a burning passion, and those touches on her hips turn into something more of a primal instinct, you grabbed her ass, and carried her. In turn, Yuri wrapped her legs around you as she got even deeper into the kiss, whining and moaning while you try to walk towards her room with Yuri pointing out where to go.

Once you were in front of her door, fiddling with the doorknob, Yuri laughs at you cutely and you give her a sly smile, before finally looking down and opening the door to her room.

Her room is pretty cluttered, pink walls, with her dressing table with a vanity mirror attached to it, a lot of makeup products scattered on the table, her hair dryer splayed on the chair, and some clothes hanging on the chair itself. There is another table across, her laptop right there, along with some pens and paper, you're assuming she's studying something, going to online classes.

Then there's her bed, it's a really comfortable looking bed, with weighted blankets, and a lot of stuff toys on the pillows, since they all look so different, you can assume that those are the gifts she's received from fans over the years.

You walk her towards the bed and plop her down, and she starts clearing her bed out, taking her plushies and stuffed toys and tossing it towards the chair near the bed, stacking them on top of each other. You sat on her bed, waiting for her to finish, and she flashes you a quick giggle while she's clearing her bed out, which earned a sweet smile from you.

Once she was done, she took a pillow and placed it on the floor in front of you, before kneeling on it, "I think you deserve something from me, after I really made your life hard." She says as she moves her hands towards the band of your thick sweatpants and pull it down slowly, along with your boxers, revealing your throbbing cock, which earned a relieving gasp from you, finally letting it breathe after getting set free.

"Ooh..." Her fingers wrap around your length, as she takes into stock the girth of it all, looking at it up and down while she slowly strokes your cock to understand its length.

The way her fingers are moving elicits a low moan from you, it feels like she knows where to hit you, and it feels really good. She hasn't even done anything that's going to break you just yet.

"It's quite big... but I think I can take this." She closes her eyes and places small kisses on the frenulum, trailing them downward, and takes your balls into her mouth, while stroking your length slowly. Her eyes drift from appreciating the length of your cock towards your eyes, making eye contact with you.

You see the hunger in her eyes, as she takes your balls gracefully and using her other hand to grip you properly and stroke you well, and damn does it feel so good with every single lick, and every single stroke with her hand just feels like heaven.

It's pretty obvious that she has done this before, the way she knows how to jerk you off, her licks on your underside with just enough pressure, her thumbing your frenulum while she spits on the head of your cock to make everything feel wetter and so much better.

Twitch after twitch, she notices you gripping her sheets, trying not to cum right then and there.

"I know I'm that good but, already?" She smiles and lets your cock go, leaving you with an empty feeling and thrusting into the air wanting for more.

"You're cute, oppa. I'll suck your cock, but promise me not to cum, okay?"

"Okay..."

She puts her hands behind her back, smirking and taking in the head of your cock in her mouth, without a single touch. She slowly lowers herself, deeper and deeper into your cock, until her nose touches your pelvic area, and her beautiful mouth has enveloped your cock.

You were struggling, you could feel her throat opening and closing on your cock and it's unbelievably difficult to maintain your composure, doing your best not to bust right then and there. You keep your hand right above her head, wanting to touch her and hold her right there but you freeze, your hand just shaking in the air while your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

Yuri slowly comes back up, and you feel the cool air on the base of your cock again, but it didn't last long as she starts bobbing her head faster, sucking your cock passionately and trailing her eyes towards you.

Looking at you just made her want to break you more, sucking your cock faster, and finally using her hands to fondle your balls at the same time.

The pressure and the pleasure of her blowjob is making you moan so loud, her spit trailing down the length of your cock, down to your balls, her chin, and the floor underneath.

"Yuri... oh my fucking god... I don't think I can last any longer if you keep that up."

She suddenly stops, edging you, and smiles as she wipes the drool off her chin and giggles, "Okay, I'll stop now."

"W-what...?"

"You can't cum yet. I still need you hard."

"But.. I'm so close..."

"Nope. You promised not to cum yet." She smiles and stands, taking her pillow and dusting it off before tossing it back on the bed.

"You're mean."

"Am I?" Her camisole comes off, revealing a cute pair of tits, and asks you to do the same.

You finally take your hoodie off, as well as your shirt, tossing it across the room with the rest of your clothes. Now it's just Yuri in her shorts, and your eyes are locked towards her boobs.

"Okay oppa, fuck me." Yuri slowly takes off her shorts, tosses it away, and you finally see her pussy, which is unbelievably wet.

You grab her and place her down the bed, spreading her legs and gliding two of your fingers down on her, earning a cute moan.

She grabs your cock, still wet from her spit, and grazes your cock head on her slit, earning louder moans. She tries to insert it herself, being very impatient, and without a care, you plunged it inside her deep.

"Ahh! Fuck!" She moans as your cock slides in easily, fucking her relentlessly without any build-up.

Her arms wrap around your head while you bury your lips into her neck, with her moaning louder with each strong thrust.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Don't stop! Keep going hard! Yes!" Earlier she was breaking you, and now that you have control, fucking her into delight, you're breaking her.

"Take this fucking cock, Yuri. You love this fucking cock don't you?"

"Yes! I love that cock! Please please please!"

She was creaming down there, getting white cream all over the length of your cock and down towards the bed, she's unbelievably horny, and her legs are shaking again and again, cumming over and over without you stopping, or skipping a beat.

Her eyes have rolled behind her head and her grip on your neck has loosened, her body splayed down the bed taking your massive pounding again and again.

You've managed to hold your cum off now, and you're feeling that familiar feeling down there, and you just can't hold it any longer.

"Yuri... I'm gonna fucking cum..."

"Don't you dare pull out."

"What...?"

"Finish inside me, deep inside, make an even bigger mess than I am making, please."

"I could get in trou-"

"Just fucking cum inside! I'm safe! Please! Ohh my fucking god!"

You feel her pussy tighten and loosen again, signifying that she came for an uncountable number this night, and you finally break, spraying load after load of thick cum deep inside her, mixing with her creamy pussy and making a huge creampie mess right then and there, spilling out of her pussy and leaking on the sheets.

"There... fuck... there..." You say as you fall down beside her, pulling out and letting her the mixed juices of her cum and yours inside her pussy leak down.

"That... was the best creampie I have ever gotten." She pants as she closes her eyes.

You hug her, "We should change your sheets before we sleep..."

"Okay..." She wobbles up, her legs shaking, making you smile, because you did that. You made her cum again and again and now she could barely walk.

You asked where her sheets are and changed everything yourself. Afterwards, you took a towel and cleaned her off before finally going back to bed so you two could cuddle.

"I'm glad you're my manager, oppa."

"You can drop the oppa act now, Yuri, I fucked you already."

"No, I mean it. On top of being a handsome dude, you fuck like a machine, so much better than any guy I've ever had. But I need you to promise something..."

"What is it?" You take her chin and make her look up at you.

"You know that my career is... pretty unstable. I don't get schedules on a regular basis, or even make music a guarantee." She says as you nod.

"Promise you'll stay through the rough times? You've been really good to me, you're an amazing manager and I know you're here for a paycheck, but it would be really great if you stayed."

You plant a kiss on her lips and smile, "Yuri, I'll stay. It times get rough, I'll do anything with you to get a paycheck. I know you're not in a stable position, but we'll get there. I'll help find you opportunities, whether that be a comeback or an acting gig, maybe something else, but I'll stay, for you."

"Thank you." She smiles as she gives you a softer kiss this time.

"I love you." She says one more time before closing her eyes.

"I love you too." You reply. Whatever love means to Yuri, you know you're in for the long haul, whether you like it or not.

-FIN-

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A/N: Here you go Glassys, I hope you like this one. If you all want, you could send me some inspiration for fics, pictures or prompts, go ahead. I probably won't do requests, but short inspirations would be awesome. Thanks for the support thus far, and I love you all.

Just keep swimming.

-Shark

[howslemon]

Woah yako fluff

Yako

Yabuki Nako x Reader

Note: The anon who graciously donated their story ideas, pls reveal yourself so i can properly credit you TT

also damn you (the reader) is so mean in this one lol

Nako was the kind of person you couldn’t help but notice, even if you weren’t trying to.

She wasn’t loud or attention-seeking—in fact, the opposite. She was polite to the point of frustration, always ready with a bright “Good morning!” that somehow felt genuine, even before you’d had your coffee. She had this… air about her, like she was constantly living in a world that operated just slightly differently from everyone else’s.

At first, you chalked it up to her being a little quirky. She wasn’t the type to gossip by the water cooler or complain about management like the rest of you. Instead, she spent breaks humming to herself, sketching in the corners of her notepad, or scrolling through something on her phone with a half-hidden grin that made her seem like she had a secret no one else could access.

Her petite frame and doll-like features didn’t help; she was practically tailor-made to make people underestimate her. You’d learned the hard way that behind her soft-spoken demeanour was a sharp wit and an uncanny ability to weasel out of assignments with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen.

But now, as you stared at her, all of those little quirks seemed less like personality traits and more like puzzle pieces. A series of breadcrumbs leading to the possibility that Yabuki Nako, your pleasant, slightly strange coworker…might be living a double life as a VTuber.

It was a hunch, but it didn't feel like a coincidence.

You first noticed it during one of those too-quiet afternoons at the office. The kind where the hum of the air conditioning and the sporadic clicking of keyboards were the loudest sounds in the room. Everyone else seemed to be deep in thought—or pretending to be.

You, on the other hand, had drifted into the void of YouTube, browsing the usual algorithm rabbit hole. Employee of the year, people.

It wasn’t long before you stumbled upon a clip from a VTuber. Her avatar was a tiny, overly-cute anime girl with pink hair, big sparkling eyes, and a voice so saccharine you could feel cavities forming. You didn’t think much of it—VTubers were everywhere these days, especially in Japan—but something about this one stopped you from scrolling away.

The voice.

It was familiar. Not just vaguely familiar. It was exactly familiar.

Your eyes darted across the office, scanning for the source of that nagging sense of recognition. The answer came to you when your gaze landed on Nako.

Today, she was wearing one of her usual oversized sweaters, the sleeves swallowing her hands as she typed away at her computer. Her expression was neutral, her eyes focused on the screen like she was deeply engrossed in work. But now that you were paying attention, you noticed her glancing at her phone every few minutes, her fingers tapping at it with a practiced swiftness.

And that grin. It wasn’t the polite, work-friendly smile she usually wore. It was something smaller, almost mischievous, like she was laughing at a joke only she understood.

You scrunched your nose, watching her for a beat longer than was polite.

Couldn’t be.

Just to be sure, you replayed the clip. The voice filled your ears and minds again, bright and bubbly, complete with giggles and high-pitched squeals that had "Nako" written all over them.

You shook your head. This was ridiculous. There were millions of VTubers out there—what were the odds? But as you kept thinking, the resemblance became impossible to ignore. The intonation, the slight lilt at the end of her sentences, even the way she laughed—it was uncanny.

“Uh, hey….”

You jumped, nearly dropping your phone as Nako appeared next to your desk. Her big brown eyes blinked up at you innocently. “Did you need something? You’ve been staring at me.”

Her voice was calm, level, nothing like the hyperactive VTuber’s voice… but now you couldn’t unhear it.

“Oh, uh, no. Just spacing out.” You forced a laugh and stuffed your phone into your pocket.

Nako tilted her head, unconvinced. “Spacing out? While looking right at me?”

“I was, uh, thinking.”

“About?”

Her tone was casual, but there was something sharp in her gaze, like she was trying to read your mind. And maybe she was—Nako wasn’t as innocent as she looked. You’d seen her casually manipulate her way out of covering shifts more than once.

“Stuff,” you said, shrugging.

“Uh-huh.” Nako squinted, then smiled brightly. “Okay! Well, don’t let me stop you from… thinking.”

She walked back to her desk, but not before throwing one last suspicious glance over her shoulder.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Your heart was pounding like you’d been caught sneaking into the office fridge. It was just a coincidence, right? There was no way Nako—your soft-spoken, slightly quirky coworker—was living a double life as a virtual anime girl.

Right?

But the more you thought about it, the less ridiculous it seemed. Nako was always rushing off after work, claiming she had "personal projects" to take care of. She wasn’t particularly active on social media, and when she was, it was all vague posts about being "super busy."

And now, that voice.

You glanced at her again. She was typing away at her computer, completely unaware that you were mentally unravelling her secret life. Or maybe she wasn’t.

Either way, you needed to be sure. That Nako is…that Vtuber Yako.

-

"Nako-ya," you start casually, leaning against the edge of her desk. Your posture is deliberately relaxed, the perfect contrast to the laser-sharp focus you’re secretly aiming at her. The office hums with activity around you, the clatter of keyboards and faint chatter forming a pleasant backdrop.

Nako doesn’t look up, her face slightly illuminated by the soft glow of her monitor. Her fingers move briskly across the keyboard, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Hmm? What is it?" she mumbles, barely sparing you a glance.

"Just curious," you say, tilting your head as if in thought. "Do you stream? Or, I don’t know, have some kind of secret hobby?"

She freezes. Not long—just for a split second—but enough for you to notice. Her hands hesitate above the keys, her lips parting in surprise before quickly pressing together. "Secret hobby? Me? No, not really," she replies, a little too casually. Her voice is steady, but the quick swipe of her bangs behind her ear betrays her nerves.

You shrug, keeping your tone light. "Oh, no reason. Just thought I heard someone with a voice like yours on YouTube the other day."

Her gaze finally snaps to yours. Wide eyes. A flicker of panic. Then she schools her expression, sitting up straighter in her chair. "Lots of people have similar voices," she says lightly, her lips curling into a small, tight smile.

"Yeah, totally." You nod, standing upright. But inside, your curiosity is only growing.

She’s hiding something. I can feel it.

-

A few days later, you approach her desk again, armed with a coffee cup as a peace offering. "Morning, Nako," you chirp, pulling up a chair to sit beside her.

She glances at the cup, then at you, suspicion flickering in her eyes. "What do you want?" she asks, her tone wary but playful.

"Nothing! Just enjoying some coffee and a chat with my favourite coworker," you say innocently. Then, lowering your voice, you lean slightly closer. "By the way, have you ever heard of someone called 'Yako'?"

Her reaction is instantaneous. Her fingers fumble on the keyboard, and she nearly knocks over her water bottle trying to grab it. "Wh-what? No! Why would you ask that?"

You lean back, studying her with an amused grin. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes darting everywhere but at you. She shifts in her chair, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as though shielding herself from further interrogation.

"Just curious," you say with a shrug, sipping your coffee. "Her voice sounds a lot like yours. And the way she talks? Weirdly similar."

Her laugh is high-pitched and nervous, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. "That’s ridiculous," she says quickly, waving you off. "It’s not me. I don’t even watch VTubers."

"Ah, fair enough," you reply smoothly, standing up. But you catch the way her shoulders tense as you walk away, her back stiff like she’s bracing for more.

Gotcha.

-

It becomes your new favourite pastime—seeing how far you can push her without outright accusing her. During lunch one day, you sit across from her in the break room, your tray clattering against the table as you settle in.

"Catchy tune, huh?" you say, humming the opening theme from Yako’s latest stream.

Nako’s chopsticks pause midway to her mouth. Her head snaps up, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tries to gauge your intentions. "What’s that?"

"Oh, just a song stuck in my head," you reply nonchalantly, taking a bite of your food. "It’s from this VTuber I’ve been watching. You wouldn’t believe how many people think her voice is addictive."

Her laugh is strained, and she resumes eating, though her movements are mechanical. She doesn’t meet your eyes, her focus glued to the bowl in front of her. "Must be a coincidence," she mutters, stirring her rice with more force than necessary.

You nod, pretending to let it go, but you’re watching her closely. The way her grip tightens around the chopsticks. The way her jaw clenches slightly, as if she’s holding back a response.

"Funny thing," you add after a beat, "her gestures are so specific. Like that thing she does with her hands when she’s excited." You mimic the exact motion, your grin widening as her shoulders visibly stiffen.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," she snaps, her cheeks bright red now. She shoves a piece of kimchi into her mouth, chewing like it’s her only way to escape the conversation.

"Sure, sure," you say, leaning back with a smirk.

-

The office meeting is the next perfect setup. After the boss asks for creative ideas, Nako surprises everyone with a well-thought-out pitch about animated characters for a marketing campaign.

"That was… really specific," you say later, catching her in the hallway. She’s holding a stack of papers, hugging them tightly to her chest.

"What do you mean?" she asks, her tone cautious.

"You clearly know a lot about animation," you say, walking beside her. "For someone who supposedly doesn’t watch VTubers, it’s kind of impressive of how creative your solutions are."

Her eyes widen slightly, and she stumbles over her words. "I—I just… read about it somewhere!" she blurts, her voice an octave higher than usual.

You smile, your gaze lingering on her as she fumbles with the doorknob to the break room. Her movements are jerky, her lips pressed into a thin line as she avoids your gaze. "Of course. Just something you read," you say, holding the door open for her.

She hurries past you, muttering a quick "Thanks," and you can’t help but chuckle.

You’re almost there, Nako. Almost.

-

That evening, you sit at your desk at home, your laptop glowing faintly in the dim room. You have the stream open, the lively chat scrolling endlessly beside the avatar of Yako. Her signature pink hair bounces every time she moves, and the soft tone of her voice—yes, her voice—is as distinct as ever.

You recline in your chair, sipping your drink, a knowing grin already spreading across your face. Tonight’s stream is titled “CGR - Chill, Gaming, and Rant” It’s only been ten minutes since the stream started, and she’s already flustered, her voice rising slightly as she rants.

"I’m telling you, chat, there’s this coworker of mine, and they’ve been so annoying lately!" she huffs, her virtual avatar mirroring the pout you’re sure she’s making behind the screen.

The chat explodes with reactions: "LOL who is it??" "Drama at the office?? Spicy!" "Is it someone cute??"

You can’t help but laugh, stifling the sound behind your hand. There’s no mistaking the frustration in her tone, and the knowledge that you’re the source of her irritation makes it even better.

She sighs dramatically, the avatar’s shoulders slumping. "They keep asking me the weirdest questions! Like, 'Do you stream?' or 'Have you heard of VTubers?' Like, seriously? What kind of question is that?"

Leaning closer to the screen, you rest your chin on your hand, utterly amused.

Poor Nako. If only you knew I’m watching right now.

"I mean, sure, maybe my voice sounds a little like a VTuber they watch, but come on! Do I look like someone who has time for that?" she says, her tone dripping with faux indignation. The chat eats it up, spamming laughing emojis and teasing comments.

"Nako-chan sus" "Sounds like they’re onto something " "Give them a break! Maybe they’re just a fan?"

Her avatar mimics her throwing her hands up in exasperation. "A fan? Ha! If they were a fan, they’d leave me alone! But noooo, they have to keep pestering me every day."

"Come on, Nako-chan," you mutter under your breath, smirking. "It's fun trying to figure you out ."

As if on cue, she leans closer to the virtual screen, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. "And the worst part? They’re so smug about it! Every time I say it’s not me, they just smile like they know something. It’s driving me crazy!"

You laugh out loud this time, unable to help yourself. The timing, the delivery—it’s comedy gold.

The stream continues, and Nako eventually moves on to gameplay, but the occasional quip about her “annoying coworker” keeps slipping in.

"Chat, imagine this: you’re trying to work, minding your own business, and someone just waltzes over to your desk like, ‘Hey, are you this another person?’" she says, mimicking your voice in an exaggerated tone. "Who does that?! Who has that much audacity? Who even bothered?!"

Your sides hurt from laughing now, and you type into the chat with your anonymous username: "Maybe they just want to get to know you better, Nako-chan! "

She reads it aloud, her avatar squinting. "‘Maybe they just want to get to know you better’—psh, yeah, right. More like they want to ruin my life! YOU MOTHER*****!!! "

The chat erupts again, and you lean back in your chair, cackling your ass off and satisfied. It’s almost too much fun watching her complain about you without realizing you’re listening.

As the stream wraps up, she sighs dramatically one last time. "Anyway, thanks for listening to me rant, everyone. I needed that. And if my coworker somehow sees this—" She leans closer, her avatar's face filling the screen. "Stop. Pestering. Me!"

You grin, saluting the screen. "No promises, Nako-ya. No promises."

-

It’s just another ordinary day at the office—except it’s not. You’ve been inching closer to the truth for weeks now, and every interaction with Nako has only added more fuel to your suspicions. Today, though, feels different. There’s a tension in the air, something you can’t quite put your finger on.

Nako is sitting at her desk, her head bent over a stack of papers. She’s unusually quiet, not even giving you her usual half-hearted glare when you casually stroll past her cubicle. Her fingers fidget with the edge of her sleeve, her knee bouncing under the desk—a sure sign she’s on edge.

You seize the moment.

"Hey, Nako-yaaa," you say, leaning over the partition with an innocent grin.

She doesn’t even look up. "Ugh. What now?" she mumbles, her voice clipped.

"Oh, nothing much," you reply casually, pretending to examine a report in your hands. "Just thought I’d ask if you caught that new Yako stream last night. It was hilarious."

Her hand freezes mid-motion, the pen slipping from her fingers and clattering onto the desk. Slowly, she looks up, her eyes wide with a mixture of panic and resignation. "I—I don’t watch VTubers," she stammers, her voice a pitch higher than usual.

You raise an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Really? That’s a shame. She was continuing her ranting about this super annoying coworker who keeps pestering her. Sounded oddly familiar."

Nako’s cheeks flush a deep pink, and she immediately averts her gaze, pretending to rummage through her desk drawer. "That’s… a coincidence," she mutters.

"Sure, sure," you say, watching her closely. She’s avoiding eye contact like her life depends on it, her shoulders hunched as though she’s trying to disappear into her chair.

You decide to press your advantage. "You know," you say, your tone turning teasing, "I know I talked a lot about this but I’ve been thinking. If you were a VTuber—and I’m not saying you are—it’d be pretty smart to complain about your coworkers on stream. Get it all off your chest, you know?"

Her head snaps up, and for a moment, she looks like a deer caught in headlights. "I—what—why would you even think that?" she sputters, her voice cracking slightly.

You lean closer, resting your arms on the edge of her desk. "Oh, I don’t know," you say, smirking. "The voice, the mannerisms, the very specific hand gestures you do when you’re excited. It’s all a bit too familiar, don’t you think?"

Nako’s face is now as red as a tomato. She opens her mouth to respond, but no sound comes out. Instead, she drops her gaze to her lap, her hands twisting nervously in her lap.

"I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," she says weakly, but the tremble in her voice gives her away.

You chuckle, leaning back. "Relax, Nako. I’m just messing with you."

But she doesn’t relax. In fact, she looks even more panicked now, her fingers clenching the edge of her desk so tightly her knuckles turn white.

That’s when it happens.

Her phone buzzes on the desk, and in her haste to grab it, she accidentally swipes the screen. For a split second, you catch a glimpse of her notifications—one of which is a message from someone named Mod-Kazuya: “Great stream last night, Yako-chan!”

The world goes still.

You glance up at her, your eyebrows raised. She freezes, her hand hovering over the phone, her eyes darting between you and the screen.

"So…" you say, breaking the silence, "…you don’t watch VTubers, huh?"

Her shoulders slump, and she lets out a long, defeated sigh. "Fine," she mutters, dropping her head into her hands. "You win."

The victory feels sweeter than you imagined. You can’t stop the grin that spreads across your face as you watch her squirm in her seat.

"I knew it!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at her. "You’re Yako!"

"Keep your voice down!" she hisses, glancing around the office in a panic.

You chuckle, dropping into the chair beside her desk. "So, how long were you going to keep this from me?"

"As long as I could," she mutters, burying her face in her hands.

Her vulnerability softens your teasing just a bit, and you lean in slightly, lowering your voice. "Relax, Nako. Your secret’s safe with me… for now."

She peeks at you through her fingers, her expression a mix of relief and suspicion. "What do you mean, ‘for now’?"

You smirk, folding your arms. "Well, let’s just say you owe me a favour or two. You know, for keeping quiet."

Her groan is muffled by her hands. "I hate you."

"No, you don’t," you say cheerfully, standing up. "Come on, Nako-chan V. Let’s grab some coffee. My treat."

Her glare follows you all the way to the break room, but the faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips doesn’t escape your notice.

-

It began innocently enough—or so you’d like to think.

You weren’t a tyrant, just opportunistic. After all, you held a golden ticket: the knowledge of Yabuki Nako’s secret life as a VTuber. And to her credit, she had taken your harmless requests in stride—at first. And the first test of her patience starts with coffee.

“Nako-chan, could you grab me an extra cup from the breakroom?” you ask, flashing a polite smile. “I’m drowning in emails here.”

Her head snaps up from her monitor, her brows furrowed in disbelief. “You were just in there five minutes ago. You had a fresh cup in your hand.”

You tilt your head, feigning a moment of thought. “True. But I drank it all. And you’re, well…” You let your voice trail off, shrugging as if the answer is obvious.

She narrows her eyes. “I’m what?”

“…good at grabbing coffee?” you offer sheepishly, your grin betraying your faux innocence.

Her lips press into a firm line, her eyes narrowing into suspicious slits. You see the flicker of a battle waging behind her gaze—outright refusal versus the undeniable fear of your leverage. With a huff that’s more air than sound, she rises from her chair, muttering in Japanese under her breath. You don’t catch the full meaning, but the sharpness of her tone makes the message clear:

You’re a piece of sh*t.

When she returns, her lips twitch into a strained, professional smile as she sets the cup down a little harder than necessary. “Your coffee. Enjoy.”

“Thanks, Nako! You’re the best!” you reply, suppressing the grin tugging at your lips.

Her forced smile tightens, and she pivots back to her desk, muttering something again. This time, you swear it’s about wishing coffee burns weren’t fatal.

The second favour comes during the weekly rush to print reports.

“Hey, Nako,” you whisper conspiratorially, leaning over the divider between your desks. “Could you grab the printouts for me?”

She doesn’t bother to look up. “The printer’s ten steps away.”

“…I know,” you say, resting your elbow on the divider and propping your chin on your palm. “But you’re already standing. It’ll save me some precious seconds to finish this email.”

Her shoulders rise and fall in a slow, exasperated sigh. This time, she turns her whole body toward you, lips twitching downward in irritation. “You’re sitting. You’re literally doing nothing.”

“I’m multitasking,” you counter smoothly, pointing at your screen where your email draft has precisely one line. “See? Hard at work.”

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without a word, she stands and stomps toward the printer. Her ponytail bounces aggressively with each step, a physical manifestation of her frustration.

When she returns, she drops the papers onto your desk with a loud slap and leans over, her face close to yours. Her lips are pursed, her cheeks puffed out slightly in barely contained fury, and her eyes bore into yours like twin daggers.

“Next time,” she says in a low, dangerous tone, “I’m shredding them.”

You blink innocently. “Thanks, Nako. Truly. I couldn’t do this without you.”

Her jaw tightens, and she storms back to her desk, muttering again. You’re starting to think her muttering is a stress response you’ve singlehandedly cultivated.

It’s after the third week of subtle pestering that her patience begins to fray in earnest. By now, she’s learned to recognize the telltale grin on your face and the overly polite tone you reserve just for her.

“Nako,” you start sweetly, leaning over her desk during your Friday team meeting. “Could you take notes for me?”

Her eyes widen imperceptibly, and she stiffens in her chair. “Why?”

“I forgot my notebook,” you whisper. “And you’re so much better at taking notes than I am.”

Her lips press into a tight line, and her cheeks flush faintly. “Unbelievable,” she mutters under her breath, shaking her head. Still, she takes the papers from your outstretched hand, her fingers gripping them a little too firmly.

Halfway through the meeting, she glances sideways at you, her brows knit tightly together. “You owe me,” she hisses, her voice barely audible.

You glance at her, trying not to laugh at the mixture of irritation and resignation written across her face. Her brows are furrowed, her nose scrunched slightly in annoyance, and her lips are pulled into a sharp pout. It’s almost endearing—if she weren’t so obviously plotting your demise.

“Of course,” you whisper back. “Anything for my favourite coworker.”

Her expression shifts ever so slightly, her glare softening just a fraction. But then, as if remembering she’s supposed to be angry, she elbows you in the side, her pout deepening.

“Quiet,” she mutters, her cheeks now faintly pink.

-

The breaking point comes one chaotic Monday morning.

“Nako, can you—”

Her chair screeches as she bolts upright, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “No! Absolutely not!”

The office falls silent, every head turning in your direction. Her fists are clenched at her sides, and her eyes glisten with unshed frustration. Her normally calm expression is replaced with one of raw exasperation, her lips trembling as she speaks.

“You’ve made me your personal assistant for weeks! Coffee, notes, files—I’m not your errand girl!” she snaps, her voice rising slightly before cracking. She takes a deep breath, her gaze lowering to the floor. “And if you tell anyone about...you know...I’ll—” Her voice falters, and she slumps back into her chair, her frustration giving way to quiet defeat.

The silence is deafening until you finally break it with a quiet, “Okay.”

Her head snaps up, her wide eyes meeting yours. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” you say sincerely, rubbing the back of your neck. “I thought we were just messing around. I didn’t mean to stress you out.”

Her lips part slightly, but no words come out. She stares at you, her eyes searching your face for any sign of deceit.

“I mean it,” you say softly. “No more favours. No more pestering. I’ll keep your secret because I respect you, not because I can use it.”

Her expression softens, and the tension in her shoulders eases. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” you say with a nod. Then, a small grin sneaks onto your face. “But I do feel bad, so...how about lunch on me?”

Her lips twitch into the faintest of smiles. “Lunch and dessert.”

“Deal,” you say, standing and grabbing your wallet. “Come on, my favourite coworker.”

She huffs but follows you, her cheeks faintly pink. “You’re still insufferable, you know.”

“Oh wow, never knew that.” you reply, holding the door open for her. “Just your good old insufferable coworker.”

For the first time that day, she laughs…followed by assuring the onlookers after the meal.

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We’re only getting started, but what are your 2025 K-pop predictions?

This is a selfish delusion but IZONE EATING TRIP SEASON 4, or maybe just IZONE REUNION CONTENT

LSFM world tour

Jo Yuri fanmeet tour (pls let this happen)

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Masterlist

Oneshots:

[Smut] Perfect Translation - IVE Rei x Male Reader

Series:

[Smut] Bread and Butter - Jo Yuri x Male Reader:

Buttered Bread

Breaded Butter

Part 3

[Angst] Maybe It's Not Our Fault:

Chasing Cars

Part 2

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Fuck it, I can't with these two cuties.

Part 2 it is

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Chasing Cars

Young Mi (Kim Sieun) ft. Jun-Hee (Jo Yuri) x Male Reader

Words: 1k+

The desk creaked under the weight of your shared laughter, echoing in the dimly-lit, empty classroom. "No way! You still denied after it was already dripping on your shoes?" Young Mi was gasping between her laughs, slapping your shoulder.

"Come on, it was too embarrassing to admit," ah yes, it's still fresh in your memories how it happened.

If it wasn't for that spoiled breakfast that you ate that morning, it wouldn't have come to that. The first class hadn't even started when you already felt the sharp knots in your stomach. While your classmates were running and yelling around, there you were, sat frozen to your chair, couldn't move a muscle at all. Before you knew it, you felt something warm already dripping down your legs.

The stinking smell almost immediately spread across the room.

"Eww, someone pooped their pants!"

The kids already thought that it was coming from that one kid who was suspiciously quiet, head rested on his arms—you.

"Look, it's him!" That one fucker just had to point it out, his finger pointing at you.

"It's not me!" You shouted, panicked, denial all over you even though it was already obvious.

"Stop it, it's not funny guys!"

Junhee.

"Just leave him alone!"

She was the only one who showed concern for you. "Are you okay?" she asked, crouching beside you as tears flowed from your eyes. She pulled out her handkerchief—white, embroidered with pink floral patterns, pressing it into your trembling hands. The sweet scent of it battled the foul smell clinging around you, but it was enough to keep you down.

"Don't listen to them," she said firmly, patting your back to comfort you. "I'll call the teacher, okay? She can help you," she said before running towards the hallway.

That moment, you realized that there was still a good person amongst the cruel crowd, there was still kindness. You stared at her handkerchief, tears dripping down to it, forming small damp circles. It was the moment you knew your feelings for Junhee had shifted. From just a fleeting crush that turned into something much deeper.

.

The late afternoon sun spilled through the window, casting long shadows of the two of you along the classroom. You leaned back on your palms, staring at the students outside who were on their way to their next classes.

Young Mi hugged her knees, resting her chin between them, still containing her laugh. "You sounded so pathetic, you're lucky Junhee was still sweet to you after all that," she said with a hint of teasing, yet there was gentleness to her voice as the sun brushed her face.

"Yeah…" you chuckled, smiling as you pictured Junhee's face, her sweet voice, your heart pounding as you said, "she's one of a kind."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The soft sounds of leaves rustling from outside along with the voices of students from a distance filled the silence. Without looking at you, Young Mi said, "You're still stuck on her, huh?"

"How can I not be?" you shot back, sitting straight. "She was… different. How can I forget someone like that?" your voice softened. "You don't forget someone like that."

Young Mi shifted lightly, staring at the window, at your reflection that faintly appeared through it. "Right, someone who gives handkerchiefs to an ugly crying kid," she laughed softly, shaking her head. "God, you really are a sap, you know that?"

"It's not being a sap," you shot back at her. "It's knowing when someone's real. She saw me at my worst and didn't flinch. That's rare."

Young Mi's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her pants, looking back at the window. "Yeah," she murmured, "rare." Her voice was quiet, almost too quiet. There was another moment of silence for the two of you.

The sunlight caught in her hair, making her look radiant for just a fleeting moment, a beauty unnoticed by the boy sitting beside her. She glanced at you, her lips opened as if trying to say something, but she stopped herself.

"You know she has a boyfriend, right?" her tone shifted, "four years at that," she added. Your smile slowly faded, realizing that fact that you were still ignoring for years.

"Yeah," you formed your smile back, it was fake, yet almost reassuring. Young Mi looked at you, seeing that fake smile that you wore, yet your eyes spoke the opposite of what you were wearing.

Speaking of which, there was Junhee outside, arms clinging to her boyfriend, Myunggi. A deep sigh escaped you as you watched her laughing as they sweetly walked down the pathway to the next building.

Young Mi noticed your sudden shift. She turned back to face the window, seeing Junhee with her boyfriend. Her gaze went back to you, seeing your eyes sparkle as tears started to form, but not enough to fall down.

"You should let go, you know," Young Mi said softly, her gaze fixing back to the window.

You didn't respond at first, still watching Junhee and Myunggi disappear around the corner. The sight of them together hit like a knife twisting in your chest.

"How?" you finally asked, your voice low, almost broken. "How do you just stop feeling something like that?"

Young Mi hugged her knees tightly, her lips tugging together. She wanted to tell you. She wanted to scream that she knew exactly how that felt because she had been doing that for years.

Instead, she forced a laugh, "It's not easy. But sometimes, holding on hurts more than letting go."

You turned to her, the weight of her words sinking in. For a moment, you saw yourself in her expression, the same echo of your pain; it was far different than the Young Mi that usually had a playful exterior.

"Besides," she added, her tone softer now, "you're too good to spend your life clinging to someone who's already happy with someone else."

Your head slowly tilted low, letting her words sink into you. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, yet too heavy. The sun dipped low along with the moment.

"You're not alone, you know," Young Mi suddenly said, her voice barely a whisper.

"What do you mean?" You glanced at her.

She hesitated for a moment, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her pants. "I mean… you've got me. You always have." She offered a small, uncertain smile.

For a moment, you just looked at her. The weight of her words settling somewhere deep inside you. "Thanks," you said quietly, though you were still uncertain what she meant.

Young Mi smiled, masking the ache inside her chest. She softly smacked your shoulder. "Anytime, idiot."

The two of you fell into another silence. The warmth of the setting sun embracing the two aching hearts.

••••••••••

Young Mi deserves better.

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GIVEE IT TO ME NOOWWWWW

Hey, do yall want a Jo Yuri fic? My wiz*one heart is aching with her recent rise in popularity so lmk

If I got yall good with Chaewon, you aint seen nothing yet 😉