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The Best Style

Kwon Eunbi × Male Reader

Older Woman, Tits Sucking, Tits Fucking, Edging, Blowjob, Female Orgasm, Fingering, Chair Sex, Reverse Cowgirl, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

10,120 Words

The longest fic I've written but maybe also contains a lot of flaws. Please pardon me for that. Happy reading!

You're fresh out of whatever fashion school or assistant gig you clawed your way out of, suddenly thrust into the absolute madhouse that is K-pop styling. Not just any K-pop styling, mind you, but the Waterbomb festival. It’s a whole different beast. Think less high-fashion runway, more, well, wet, wild, and strategically placed fabric.

You're the new blood, the fresh meat, specifically tasked with the outfits for the Queen herself, Kwon Eunbi. Yeah, that Kwon Eunbi. The one who basically owns the stage, the one who makes a splash (pun totally intended) just by existing.

The senior stylists, a bunch of seasoned pros who’ve probably seen it all, are buzzing around, already wrestling with hair extensions and makeup palettes that cost more than your rent. They’re handling the glam, the intricate stuff. Your job? Making sure Eunbi looks like a goddess even when she’s getting drenched by a Super Soaker.

No pressure, right? You’ve spent the last week poring over mood boards, fabric swatches, and a whole damn Pinterest full of "sexy summer festival looks" that mostly looked like glorified bikinis. Your mind is a whirlwind of mesh, cut-outs, and the ever-present question: how much is too much for a public broadcast?

You’re in the main styling room, a chaotic symphony of garment bags, steaming irons, and the faint scent of hairspray and nervous sweat. You're trying to look busy, pretending to adjust a sequined top that's already perfect, when the door swings open. And there she is.

Kwon Eunbi.

She’s not in full stage gear, obviously. She’s just Eunbi. Casual as hell, actually. A simple oversized hoodie, some comfy leggings, and a baseball cap pulled low. But even like that, she just radiates. She walks in, a bright smile on her face, and immediately starts doing her rounds.

"Oh, Unnie! Looking good today!" she chirps to one of the older makeup artists, then a quick bow and a laugh with the hair team. She carries that easy charm, truly a genuine warmth that makes everyone instantly relax around her.

It’s no wonder she’s so damn popular.

Then, her eyes land on you. You’re standing there, probably looking like a deer in headlights, clutching that sequined top like it’s your lifeline. Her smile widens, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Oh, who's this?" she says, her voice a little lower, a little more teasing than before. She takes a step closer, tilting her head. "You look young! Younger than me, for sure. So I'm your noona, then?"

She laughs, a light, airy sound that makes a few of the older stylists chuckle too, clearly used to her antics. "Honestly, with a face and body like that, you should be a model, not styling old hags like me behind the stage.”

Your cheeks suddenly feel hot and a blush creeps up your neck. You manage a stiff, "Ah, thank you, Eunbi-ssi, for the kind compliment." You try to sound professional, but your voice is a little squeaky.

She waves a hand dismissively, still smiling. "No, no. No need to be all formal like that! Let's get comfortable, okay? And seriously, you can call me noona. It's not every day I get to work with a younger guy around here." She winks, and then, with a little smile, she adds, "So, my new dongsaeng, what amazing outfits have you got cooked up for your noona today?"

The way she says "dongsaeng," it's not just friendly. It’s got this little purr to it, like she’s already claiming you, already pulling you into her orbit. Her eyes rake over you, from your flushed face down to your nervous hands, it’s like she’s not just seeing a stylist. She’s seeing you.

And suddenly, the idea of picking out tiny, revealing outfits for her doesn't feel like just a job anymore. It feels like a very, very personal mission.

You manage to nod, a little too enthusiastically, and gesture towards the low table piled high with sketches, fabric catalogue, and a thick portfolio. "Please, Eunbi-noona, have a seat. I'm still just arranging some of the collection, but feel free to look through everything."

She settles down beside you on the plush couch, close enough that you can catch the faint, sweet scent of her perfume – something light and fresh, like a summer breeze. Her eyes scan the meticulously organized chaos you’ve laid out.

"Ooh," she hums, a soft, appreciative sound. "You really did this neatly! I like it." Her fingers, long and slender, brush against a stack of fabric samples.

The discussion, for the most part, is surprisingly professional. You talk about silhouettes, about fabric breathability (crucial for a water festival, obviously), about color palettes that will pop under the stage lights and against a backdrop of splashing water.

Eunbi listens intently, her head tilted, occasionally interjecting with a sharp, insightful question that shows she's not just a pretty face – she knows her stuff. But then, just when you’re getting into the nitty-gritty of seam lines, she spots a particularly daring design.

"Wow, this one looks like it's barely there!" she teases and you stammer out some explanation about "strategic cut-outs" while the other stylists chuckle in the background.

About halfway through, while you’re explaining the merits of a particular type of quick-drying mesh, Eunbi sighs contentedly. "It's getting a little warm in here," she murmurs, and without preamble, she shrugs off her oversized hoodie.

Your breath hitches.

Underneath, she’s wearing a simple, ribbed tank top, one is clearly a size too small. Her breasts, full and round, are squished upward, practically spilling over the top. The plunging neckline dips deep, revealing a truly impressive amount of cleavage, pale skin of her upper chest and the shadowed valley between her mounds.

The faint outline of her nipples press against the thin material of her visible bra, just barely contained. It’s a casual top, but on her, it’s a goddamn revelation. Your eyes snag on the sight, lingering for a beat too long before you force them back to the table.

Eunbi, completely oblivious (or expertly pretending to be), leans back, her arms resting on the back of the couch. "So," her voice is a bit more serious now "you know what people call me, right? The Queen of Waterbomb." She says it not with arrogance, but a confident, almost prideful attitude.

"And I intend to keep that title. So, I need something with a big wow factor. Something that will literally blow people away." Her gaze sweeps over the designs.

She flips through the catalogue you prepared a few days prior, her fingers tracing the lines of various daring outfits. You watch her, trying to keep your focus, but the image of her chest, so close, so exposed, is burned into your retina.

She pauses on a few pages, her brow furrowed in thought, before closing the book with a soft thud.

"Okay," she says, pushing herself up from the couch. "I've got some ideas. You take your time, okay? I'm going to go discuss with the others and then I'll be back to finalise everything with you."

She gives you a warm, easy smile, completely unaware of the turmoil she's just unleashed within you, and then she's off, gliding across the room to where the hair and makeup teams are still buzzing.

You’re left there, alone with your thoughts, the scent of her perfume still lingering, and the vivid, almost tactile memory of her cleavage seared into your mind. "Take your time," she said. Yeah, right. You had a feeling time was about to become a very, very relative concept.

You’re sitting there, the catalogue lying open on the table, and your brain is screaming at you to focus. Focus on the fabric. Focus on the cut. Focus on not looking like a complete pervert. But it’s a losing battle.

Your eyes, completely against your will, keep snapping back to her. She’s over by the makeup station now, laughing with the artists, her voice a melodic chime across the room.

Without that oversized hoodie, her figure is on full, glorious display. The tank top is one thing, a peek at the goods, but it’s the rest of her that’s really doing a number on you.

She’s wearing tight, athletic leggings, the kind that hug every curve, every dip, every rise. Her toned legs stretch out as she leans against a chair, chatting animatedly. You can see the defined muscles in her calves, the thickness of her thighs and her ass.

Those leggings accentuate every swell, every roundness. When she turns, just slightly, to grab something from a table, her ass shifts, a perfect, firm glob of flesh that makes your mouth go dry. It’s not just big, it’s high and tight, begging for a handprint.

You try to look away, you really do. You pick up a sample paper, pretending to scrutinize it, but your gaze keeps drifting, drawn back to her like a magnet as she moves with such natural grace, a confident sway that makes her thickness ripple with every step.

You catch her bending over to pick up a dropped brush, and for a split second, that perfect, round ass is presented to you, framed by the taut fabric. You swallow hard.

It’s involuntary, a purely physical reaction. The blood rushes south. Your dick, traitorous bastard that it is, starts to stir, a slow, insistent hardening against your pants. It’s not a full-on, throbbing erection, not yet, but it’s definitely getting there, a solid, undeniable presence.

You shift uncomfortably on the couch, trying to subtly adjust yourself, praying no one notices. Especially not her.

This is professional, this is work. You’re a stylist, she’s an idol. You’re supposed to be thinking about aesthetics and about performance, not about how good her ass looks or how much you want to bury your face in that cleavage.

But the longer you watch her, the more she moves, and the more your body responds. Every casual gesture, every tilt of her head, every time she laughs and her chest jiggles slightly, it’s like another little push.

You clench your jaw, trying to force your mind back to the task at hand, but a part of you, a very hard part, is screaming, “More. Show me more.”

And you know, deep down, that this Waterbomb festival is going to be a lot more challenging than you ever anticipated. Not because of the outfits, but because of the woman who's going to be wearing them.

You’re so engrossed, so utterly captivated by the sight of her, that you don’t even notice her turn. One minute, she’s laughing with the hair stylist, her back mostly to you, and the next, her head swivels, and her eyes, bright and sharp, lock onto yours.

Busted.

Your heart leaps into your throat, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Your eyes, which were just moments ago devouring her ass, snap up to meet hers. You feel the blood drain from your face, then rush back in a furious, scorching wave.

Your carefully constructed professional facade shatters into a million pieces. The hard-on, which was just a persistent throb, now feels like a glowing beacon, impossible to hide. You’re sure she can see it, radiating through your pants like a heat lamp.

A thousand excuses flash through your mind: I was just admiring your posture! I was checking the lighting! I was… uh… thinking about how that particular angle would look on stage! But no words come out. Your mouth feels like sandpaper. You just freeze, a complete idiot with his dick half-hard and his gaze caught in the act.

Eunbi’s laughter, which was just ringing out, dies down. Her smile, however, doesn't. In fact, it widens, a slow, knowing arch – not entirely unpleasant, but definitely unnerving. There’s no judgment in her eyes, no anger, just amusement.

She holds your gaze for a beat longer than strictly necessary, her head tilted slightly, a small smirk on her lips. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even move. She just looks at you, letting the silence hang heavy, letting you stew in your own mortification.

It’s a power move, subtle but devastating. She knows. Oh, she definitely knows.

Finally, she breaks the silence, a low husky purr that seems to vibrate right through your bones. "Something interesting over here, dongsaeng?" she asks, her eyes locked on yours, but now she glances down, for a split second, at your lap, before her gaze snaps back up.

You fundamentally short-circuit. Your face is probably the color of a ripe tomato. You manage a pathetic, strangled sound, something between a cough and a squeak. You try to look away, to find anything else to focus on, but her eyes are pulling you back in.

The heat in your pants intensifies, a desperate, undeniable throb. You hear your brain screaming, Abort! Abort! But your body is clearly not listening.

Eunbi chuckles, sending another jolt through your veins. She finally breaks eye contact, turning back to the hair stylist, but not before giving you one lingering look. And as she turns, you swear, for a fleeting moment, that her ass wiggles a little bit more provocatively than it needed to.

You slump back against the couch, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Your heart is still pounding, your face is burning, and your dick is stubbornly hard.

Get your shit together. That’s the only thought screaming through your head on a loop. You take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to will the blood away from your groin and back to your brain where it belongs. With trembling hands, you start packing up your materials. Sketches are stacked, fabric swatches are gathered, the catalogue is closed with a definitive thump.

You’re trying to project an aura of pure professionalism, even though your dick is still staging a protest in your pants, a stubborn, aching hardness that refuses to back down. Every rustle of fabric, every clink of a pin, is a monumental effort of will.

Just as you’ve managed to create a neat pile of your work, a shadow falls over the table. You look up, and there she is again. Eunbi. She’s back, a serene smile on her face, acting as if she didn’t just catch you mentally undressing her two minutes ago. But you swear to God, it’s not your imagination, she’s flaunting it even more now.

"So," she says, leaning over the table to get a closer look at your neatly packed collection, "did you find the one for me?" As she leans, her tank top gapes open, giving you a direct, unfiltered view straight down into the valley of her cleavage. Her tits, those glorious, squished-up mounds, are hanging in your face.

A fresh wave of heat washed over you, a toxic cocktail of shame, guilt, and arousal. You feel like a scumbag, a total creep, but goddammit, you are also so fucking hard you think you might burst. "I-I think we have some strong contenders, noona," you manage to stammer out, your voice cracking like a pubescent teenager’s.

She straightens up, but only to stretch, arching her back in a languid movement that pushes her chest out and her ass back. It’s a work of art. A calculated masterpiece of temptation. "That’s good, but I have another schedule I have to rush to. My manager is probably having a fit downstairs."

She taps a perfectly manicured finger on the cover of the catalogue you prepared. "Can I take this with me? I want to mull it over." Before you can even nod, she adds, "And I'll need your number. You know, so I can contact you soon for our future discussion."

Your brain stalls. Her asking for your number is a perfectly reasonable, professional request. But the way she says it, her voice dropping on the word "soon," makes it feel like anything but.

You fumble for your phone, your hands shaking so badly you almost drop it. You manage to pull up your contact card and she quickly types the numbers into her own phone.

"Great! Thanks, dongsaeng," she chirps, her professional smile back in place. She turns to the room. "I'm leaving now, everyone! Great work today!" With a final wave, she snags her hoodie from the back of the chair—not putting it on, just carrying it—and walks out, the door clicking shut behind her, leaving a deafening silence and the faint scent of her perfume in her wake.

You finally let out the breath you were holding, your shoulders slumping in relief. You wipe a hand across your forehead and it comes away slick with sweat.

"Hey," a voice cuts through the haze. It’s one of the older stylists, looking at you with a concerned expression. "You okay, hoobae? You're kind of sweating."

You force a shaky laugh, trying to get your heart rate under control. "Ah, yeah. I'm fine," you lie, your voice a little hoarse. "Just nervous. You know, first time working with someone like her."

The next few days pass in a blur of frantic activity. You pore over every last detail, every stitch and sequin, making sure the outfits you've prepared for Eunbi are absolute perfection.

It's a delicate balance – they need to be show-stopping, jaw-dropping, the kind of looks that will have the crowd at Waterbomb festival going wild but they also need to be functional, practical, and most importantly, no wardrobe malfunctions, thank you very much.

So you work tirelessly, your mind always returning to that first meeting, to the way Eunbi had looked at you, to the way your body had reacted. It's a constant distraction, an itch you can't quite scratch, and you find yourself double and triple-checking every design.

Finally, the day arrives. Your phone buzzes with a text. “It's Eunbi-noona. Are you free to meet up today? I'd love to try on the outfits you put together." Your heart leaps into your throat. "Of course, noona," you reply, fingers trembling slightly. "I have everything ready. Just send me the address and I'll be right there."

Within the hour, you're standing in the lobby of a hotel, clutching a garment bag full of outfits. The receptionist eyes you curiously as you explain you're here to meet with Kwon Eunbi, but quickly directs you to the elevators. Your palms are sweaty as you ride up, rehearsing what you will say, how you'll act. Professional. Cool. Calm. Collected. You repeat it like a mantra.

But the moment the door to Eunbi's suite opens, and she greets you with that warm, radiant smile, all your composure crumbles. She's wearing nothing but a fluffy white robe, her damp short hair cascading over her ears. "Dongsaeng! You made it," she exclaims, ushering you inside. "Come in, come in. My managers are out taking care of some things, so it's just us."

You nod mutely, your throat suddenly dry as a desert. You follow her into the spacious bedroom, where you carefully lay out the garment bags on the huge, plush bed. "These are the outfits I chose?" Eunbi questions, her fingers trailing over the fabrics. "They look even better in person than in the photos."

You manage a weak chuckle. "Well, I did promise they'd blow your mind, noona."

She laughs, that same bright, musical sound that had first captivated you. "That you did!" She turns to you. "Say, since you're the expert here...do you think you could help me judge how these look? I should probably try them on, right?"

Your mouth goes slack, your brain short-circuiting. Try them on? In front of me? You swallow hard, nodding dumbly. "Uh, y-yes, of course. That would be...helpful."

Eunbi beams, already untying the robe's sash. "Great! I trust your opinion!" The robe slips open, just a fraction, and you catch a glimpse of pale, creamy collarbone and shoulders before she's turning away, heading towards the en-suite bathroom with the clothes. "I'll be right back!"

And just like that, she's gone, leaving you alone in the suddenly stifling room, your heart pounding in your ears. This is your moment. Eunbi, the Queen of Waterbomb herself, is about to model your designs. You feel a throb between your legs, and you silently curse your traitorous body.

The bathroom door clicks open and she steps out. The first outfit is… surprisingly tame. It’s a cute, long-sleeved top that covers her from her neck to her wrists, paired with a flowy little skirt that has safety shorts peeking out from underneath. It’s a standard, safe, idol-on-a-variety-show kind of look.

But even with all that fabric, you can’t miss them. Her tits. They’re there, full and heavy under the top, and with every step she takes, they jiggle, a soft, hypnotic sway that your eyes immediately lock onto. She does a little spin, the skirt flaring out.

"So? What do you think?" she asks, her tone bright and expectant.

You clear your throat, trying to sound like a professional stylist and not like a guy who’s picturing what’s underneath. "It’s… clean," you say, choosing your words carefully. "The silhouette is nice, very safe for broadcast. But for Waterbomb… for the Queen of Waterbomb… maybe it doesn’t have that… wow factor?"

Her smile falters, replaced by a look of dissatisfaction. "Hmm. You're right." She frowns at her reflection in the full-length mirror. "This isn't the one." Without another word, she turns and disappears back into the bathroom.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your dick uncomfortably hardening in your pants. Okay, stay composed. You’re just doing your job.

A minute later, she’s back. The second set is definitely a step up. It's a sporty-looking crop top with some strategic mesh panels on the sides, paired with tight, high-waisted shorts. It’s more revealing, showing off a strip of her toned stomach and giving a much better shape to her breasts.

"This one is really comfortable, too," she says, doing a little dance move, a fluid roll of her hips that makes your mouth go dry. "I could definitely perform in this." She stops and looks right at you, pouting her lips slightly. "Okay, what’s with that reaction?"

Your brain is just a mess of static. Your eyes are wide, you can feel it. You’re trying to form a coherent sentence, something about how the lines are great and the colour pops, but before you can get a single word out, she shakes her head.

"Nope. This isn't it either." And she's gone again, leaving you standing there feeling like you're failing some kind of cosmic test you didn't even know you were taking. Did I say something wrong? You were just being honest, wasn't that the point?

The bathroom door opens for a third time, and Eunbi emerges with a dramatic, "Tada!"

And holy. Fucking. Shit.

This is the third outfit, the one she was most excited about. A white crochet bikini top paired with classic denim shorts. But she modifies it. The short-sleeved, ruffled crop top that was supposed to go over the bikini is gone and the belt that was supposed to cinch her waist? Also missing.

All she’s wearing is the bikini top and the shorts. And that top is fighting for its goddamn life. It’s a delicate, handmade-looking thing, and it’s barely containing her.

The crochet pattern stretches taut across the front of her tits, but it’s too small, leaving the full, glorious curve of her side-boobs completely exposed, squished out. Her nipples are hard, two distinct points pressing against the white fabric.

The shorts are zipped up, but the top button is undone. The denim is pulled low, framing her gleaming V-line, showing off the slight swell of her lower abdomen. There’s no panty waistband in sight. Just smooth skin disappearing into the unbuttoned fly.

She does a slow twirl, her hips swaying, and then she starts walking towards you, closing the distance between you until she’s just a few feet away. The scent of her skin, clean from the shower, fills your senses.

"Now this," she says in a low, throaty purr, her eyes locked on your face, then dropping to the very obvious bulge in your pants. "I like your reaction much better now."

You can’t breathe. You can’t think. All you can do is stare, completely mesmerised by the blatant display of her body. You finally manage to find your voice, but it comes out as a pathetic, strangled stammer.

"Wh-where's the… the top? And the… the belt?"

That little twirl she does is a weapon of mass destruction. Her glorious, barely-contained tits follow the motion with a life of their own, a heavy, hypnotic sway that makes your dick give a hard, painful twitch inside your pants.

She walks closer, that smirk never leaving her face, until she’s right in front of you. "Oh, those?" Her voice drops to that purr again. She gestures vaguely towards the bathroom. "The top, the belt… that’s for the public performance, dongsaeng."

She reaches out, her fingers hooking into the collar of your shirt, and gives a sharp tug, pulling you so close you can see the tiny flecks of gold in her brown eyes and feel her warm breath on your face. "For this… private performance… fewer obstacles are better. Don't you think so?"

You manage a loud gulp, your hands stiff and useless at your sides. "Wh-what kind of private performance, noona?" you ask.

Eunbi just laughs, a low sound that vibrates through you. "Wow. I'm impressed. You're still playing innocent, even after your eyes almost popped out of your head ogling me the other day."

Before you can even think of a protest, a denial, anything, she cuts you off, her grip on your collar tightening. "Baby," she says, her voice dripping with amusement, "don't you dare say you didn't undress me with your eyes."

With a surprising strength, she spins you around and gives you a firm push, sending you stumbling back into the plush chair in front of the dressing table. She doesn't look angry, not at all. She looks thrilled. Still, a wave of guilt washes over you.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, because what the fuck else can you say? "Noona, you looked so beautiful, so hot… I just couldn’t help it. I should’ve been more professional."

She places a single, soft finger on your lips, silencing you instantly. "Shhh," she whispers. "No need to apologise. I love that you're being honest."

Then, she moves. She holds your shoulders for balance, and in one fluid motion, she swings a leg over your thighs, settling herself directly onto your lap. Directly onto your erection. You gasp as her weight presses down, the heat of her crotch, separated from your cock by just a layer of denim and your own pants.

"I want to test if this outfit truly has that wow factor," her eyes locked on yours. "And I need a good audience. Will you be a good audience for your Eunbi-noona?" She looks down, a slow smile spreading across her face as she feels the thick ridge of your cock poking right into her.

"Well,” she shifts her hips just slightly, making you groan. "That’s a good start. But baby, you need to be less stiff, you know?"

And then she crashes her lips onto yours.

It’s not a gentle kiss; it’s a takeover. It’s wet and loud from the very first second. Her mouth is hot and hungry, and she pushes her short black hair behind one ear with a flick of her head as she deepens the kiss.

Her wet tongue plunges into your mouth, confident and demanding. There’s no hesitation, no shyness. It’s a messy, sloshing sound, the sound of pure lust as she explores your mouth. She sucks on your lower lip, pulling it into her mouth before diving back in, her tongue swirling and dancing with yours in a sloppy rhythm.

Your hands, which were frozen at your sides, finally came to life, wrapping around her, pulling her closer. You grip her back, your fingers digging into the firm muscle there, then slide down to her exposed waist, your thumbs rubbing circles on the soft skin of her tummy.

You feel the slight curve of her abdomen, the warmth of her skin. You deliberately evade her tits, that glorious, squished-out temptation. That’s a territory you’re not brave enough to explore without a direct invitation, a green light from the woman who is currently devouring your mouth.

She breaks the kiss suddenly, pulling back just enough to gasp for air, her chest rising and falling dramatically. A string of saliva connects your lips for a second before snapping. Her eyes are dark, hazy with lust, but they’re sharp as they move down to your hands, still resting on her tummy.

"What's wrong, dongsaeng?" she breathes, a teasing whisper. She takes one of your hands and places it on her chest, right over the crochet top. "Are you scared of them?"

Through the rough, holey fabric of the crochet, you feel the softness and immense weight of her breast. It’s so much fuller, heavier than you even imagined. It fills your entire palm. You sense her nipple, a hard pebble even through the material, pressing into the centre of your hand.

You just stare at her, speechless.

"I didn't think so. You didn't seem scared when you were staring at them. Go on." She guides your other hand to her other breast. "They're all yours."

Your fingers instinctively curl, gently squeezing the heavy, warm globes of flesh. A groan escapes her lips, and she arches her back, pushing her tits more firmly into your grasp. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment. "That feels so good."

But the crochet top is in the way. It’s a barrier, a frustratingly thin one. Eunbi seems to think so too. She reaches behind her back. "Help me with this, dongsaeng."

Your fumbling fingers find the thin strings tied at her nape and her mid-back. With a few clumsy tugs, the knots come loose. The crochet top falls away, pooling in her lap.

Her tits spill free, even bigger and more magnificent. They aren't perfectly perky, gravity-defying orbs; they're real natural tits, with a soft, gentle sag. Pale and creamy, except for her areolas, a dark, dusky brown, the size of sand dollars, and they stand out starkly against her fair skin. And in the centre of each one, her nipples are puckered into hard buds.

"Is this what you wanted to see, hmm?" she whispers, "Is this better?"

You can't even form words. You just nod, your eyes wide with reverence. You lean forward, burying your face in the valley between her breasts, inhaling her scent; clean skin and faint perfume. Then, you lower your head and take one of her nipples into your mouth.

A sharp, loud gasp rips from her throat. "Oh, God… yes."

Her nipple is hard and sensitive on your tongue. You suck on it, gently at first, then harder, drawing more of her soft breast into the hot, wet cavern of your mouth. Her areola is soft, the little bumps on it creating an incredible texture as you lick and swirl your tongue around the peak.

She tastes like sweet cream. You hear her moaning above you, low sounds rumbling in her chest. Her fingers thread into your hair, gripping tightly, not pushing you away but pulling you closer, harder against her.

"God, dongsaeng… you’re making noona feel so good," she pants, her hips starting to grind down onto your erection.

You release her first nipple, which is now wet, red, and even harder than before, and move to the other one, giving it the same devoted attention. You suck and lick and nibble, laving it with your tongue until she’s writhing on your lap, her head thrown back, her moans becoming louder, less inhibited.

"You were dying to do this, weren't you?" she gasps out between moans, a triumphant, lust-filled smile on her face. "Staring at me like you wanted to eat me up." She lets out a shaky breath as you gently bite down on her nipple. "Turns out… you're a very good boy. You listen to your noona so well. Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop."

Her command rings in your ears like a starting pistol. All pretense of gentleness evaporates. You're not just a stylist anymore; you're a man who has been given permission, a direct order, to worship.

You latch back onto her right nipple, but this time, it's different. There's a new hunger, a roughness she unlocked. You suck hard, clamping down with your lips, creating a powerful suction. Then, you pull back slightly, your lips still sealed around the peak, stretching the sensitive skin.

"Ah! Yes... yes, baby!" A sharp, high-pitched cry rips from her throat, and her hips jerk upwards on your lap. Her fingers, which were threaded in your hair, now grip your scalp with bruising force. "Like that... oh god, do it just like that."

Her reaction is pure fuel. You release her stretched nipple with a wet pop and immediately move to the other one, giving it the same brutal, adoring treatment. While your mouth is busy, your free hand cradles the breast you just abandoned. You squeeze it harder this time, kneading it like dough, feeling its weight and warmth in your palm.

"Mmmph... harder..." she moans into your hair, her voice thick and strained. "Squeeze it harder while you suck the other one... yes!"

You obey instantly, pushing her breast up, making the nipple even more prominent for your mouth. You suckle greedily, your tongue lashing the hard little bud until she's whimpering, a string of incoherent, breathy noises falling from her lips.

You move lower, leaving a wet trail of saliva down the pale globe of her breast. You nuzzle into the curve of her underboob, the place where her breast meets her ribcage. The skin there is soft. You kiss it, peppering the fold with open-mouthed kisses, then drag your tongue along the entire crease.

"Oh... oh my god... dongsaeng..." That gets a whole new reaction. A deep groan rumbles in her chest, and she arches her back so hard her ass lifts completely off your lap for a second before slamming back down onto your cock. "Right there. No one ever... Oh, that feels so good."

She's grinding on you now, not even trying to be subtle. It's a frantic rhythm, her wetness starting to seep through the denim of her shorts, creating a hot, damp friction against your own straining erection.

"You know exactly what your noona likes, don't you?" she pants, grabbing your head with both hands now, guiding you. "Back to my nipple. Suck it, baby. Suck it like you're starving."

You do as you're told, latching on again, your mouth a hot, wet vortex of pleasure. Her whole body is trembling, her moans becoming louder, wilder. She's completely lost in the sensation, her head thrown back, her mouth open as she gasps for air.

"Fuck... fuck... I'm so close," she cries out, her voice cracking. "Just from this... you're going to make me come just from your mouth, you good, good boy... oh, god..."

The last shred of your hesitation, your professionalism, is incinerated. She wants this. She's begging for it. You're not just some kid stylist anymore; you're the one she chose for this "private performance."

You become bolder. Your hand, which was squeezing her breast, slides down over the taut skin of her stomach. The muscles clench under your palm as you trace the V-line down to the unbuttoned waistband of her denim shorts.

You don't stop. You slide your fingers right past the rough denim zipper and into the shocking heat and dampness waiting just inside.

"O-oh..." she gasps, her tangling on your hair faltering as she feels your intrusion.

Your fingers meet a soft line of hair. It’s not a wild bush; it's a neatly trimmed strip, a perfect, manicured sign of her womanhood. It’s damp, and you trace its length, a silent act of reverence before your middle finger dips lower, finding the source of her wetness.

She's absolutely soaking. Her slit is slick and puffy, and with the slightest pressure, your finger slides right in. "Ahh! Oh dear,!" her hips bucking on your lap.

You don't stop your assault on her tits. You keep one hand cupping her left breast while your mouth latches onto the right, sucking hard, pulling her nipple with your lips in a rough rhythm.

At the same time, your thumb finds what it's looking for: her clit, a hard, sensitive pearl hidden beneath its hood. You start rubbing it in slow circles. The combination is too much for her. She's gone. Her brain has completely short-circuited.

"Oh god... oh god, what are you... fuck..." she moans, her voice a ragged mess.

She starts bouncing on your hand, a desperate movement. She's riding your fingers, trying to drive your thumb harder against her clit, trying to push your finger deeper inside her. Her hips slam down onto your lap, grinding her soaking crotch against your own rock-hard erection, the friction almost unbearable for both of you.

"Please... baby, please..." she begs, though she doesn't say for what. She doesn't have to.

You increase the pace, your thumb rubbing her clit faster, your finger pumping in and out of her slick heat while your mouth continues to abuse her nipple. The tension builds in her, her whole body coiling like a spring. Her moans turn into high, keening cries.

"I'm gonna... It's so good— FUCK!"

A scream is torn from her throat as her entire body seizes. She convulses, her inner muscles clamping down hard on your finger in wave after wave of pure pleasure.

A hot thick flood gushes over your hand, completely drenching her denim shorts from the inside out, the wetness spreading onto your own pants. She trembles, every muscle in her body locked tight, her head thrown back, a silent scream on her lips.

Then, just as suddenly, she goes completely limp, slumping against your chest like a puppet with its strings cut. She's dead weight in your lap, her breath coming in huge, shuddering gasps. You finally release her nipple.

Her tits are a beautiful wreck. They're flushed pink, and her nipples are swollen to twice their normal size, dark and puffy and glistening wetly with your spit. You lean in, your tongue flicking out to give one a gentle lick.

She flinches, a sharp gasp. "Ahh! Don't!" she cries, her voice raw. "They're too... too sensitive now..."

She looks down at her chest, then at your face, a dazed, blissed-out look in her eyes. Even in her post-orgasmic haze, a slow satisfied smile decorates her face. "See?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "Wow factor."

She stays limp against you for a long moment, her body a dead weight, her breathing slowly evening out. The "wow factor" has been thoroughly tested and confirmed. You're still hard as a rock beneath her, your own needs screaming for attention, but you just hold her, letting her recover.

Finally, she pushes herself up, sliding off your lap with a wet, squelching sound as her soaked shorts peel away from your pants. She lands on her knees on the carpet between your legs, not out of weakness, but with a newfound purpose.

Her eyes travel from your face down to the massive, straining bulge in your pants.

"Well, that was a good performance... for me." A wicked, predatory smirk returns to her face. "But a good audience deserves a reward, don't you think, baby?"

Before you can answer, she reaches for your belt buckle. Her fingers tremble slightly and somehow deft as she unhooks it and pulls it free. Then comes the button of your jeans, and the zipper, which she pulls down with a deliberate zzzzzzip that echoes in the quiet room.

She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and pulls, and your cock springs free, thick and throbbing and painfully hard. It's slick with your own precum, the head a glistening, angry purple.

Eunbi just stares at it for a second, her eyes wide with appreciation. "Wow," she draws breath. "You weren't kidding."

Then she looks down at her own chest. Her tits are still flushed and wet, the nipples raw and sensitive. She brings a hand up to her mouth and spits a generous amount of saliva into her palm. Without a shred of shame, she rubs it all over her breasts, coating them in a slick sheen, making them even more decadent.

"Gotta get them ready for you," she murmurs, more to herself than to you.

She takes your throbbing shaft in both hands, her grip firm, and guides it to the valley between her breasts. The moment your cock head touches her skin, you hiss through your teeth. It's an unbelievable sensation, the enveloping heat of her body, the shocking softness of her tits, the slick, wet glide of her spit.

She squeezes her breasts together, engulfing your cock, and begins to slide them slowly and sensually, up and down your length. "Mmm, feel that?" she whispers, her eyes sealed on yours. "How soft your noona is for you. How wet I am..."

With every downward slide, the head of your cock pushes up past the top of her cleavage, exposed and vulnerable. On the third stroke, as the glistening purple head emerges, she leans forward. Her dark hair curtains around you both as she takes the tip into her mouth.

"Oh shit," you groan, your hips bucking.

The tight slippery pressure of her tits squeezing your shaft, and the hot, wet suction of her mouth on the sensitive head. She doesn't deep throat you; it's a tease. She swirls her tongue around the corona, sucks gently on the very tip, licks away the bead of precum. Her tits become a wet sticky mess of spit and her own sweat, creating a unique friction that drives you absolutely insane.

You're losing it. You can feel the pressure building at the base of your cock, a tidal wave about to crash. Your hands grip the arms of the chair, your knuckles white. "Noona... I think... I'm going to..."

Just as you're about to explode, she stops. Everything stops. She pulls her mouth away with a soft pop and releases your cock from between her breasts. It stands there, ramrod straight, blazing with her saliva, twitching violently in the open air.

She looks up at you from her kneeling position, a single string of spit connecting her lip to the head of your cock. A triumphant, teasing smirk stretches on her lips.

"Whoa there, baby," her voice drips with condescending sweetness. "Not so fast. Did you really think I was going to let you cum that easily?" She reaches out and flicks the twitching head with her finger, making you jolt. "Noona decides when you're finished."

She doesn't touch it again for a moment, just watches it. Your dick, still shimmering with her spit, throbs, aching with a need so intense it's almost painful, the blood pounding in your ears.

"Look at you," her eyes flicking from your face to your straining erection. "So big, so hard... so desperate."

Eunbi leans forward, not to take it back into her mouth, but to press her soft spit-slicked tits to your cock. She rubs them up and down, slowly, the friction of her soft skin against your hard length driving you absolutely insane. It's not enough to bring you off, but it's just enough to keep you on the edge, teetering on the brink.

"Mmm, feels good, doesn't it?" she whispers, her voice a low hum against your skin. "My soft tits... all over your hard cock."

She pulls them away, just an inch, making you groan in protest. Your hips buck forward instinctively, trying to chase, but she holds you in place with a firm hand on your thigh.

"Nuh-uh," she chides, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're not in charge here, baby. Noona is."

She then uses her hands, not to stroke you, but to cup your balls, gently squeezing them; a deep, aching pressure that makes your dick twitch even harder. She watches your reaction, her smile widening as you pant, eyes squeezed shut.

"So sensitive, aren't you?" Her fingers trace the delicate skin of your scrotum. "All that cum just waiting to burst out."

She leans in again, her breath warm on your cock, but instead of her mouth, it's her cheek that brushes the tip. She rubs her face on your shaft, her soft skin from her jaw creating a maddening, light friction. The heat radiates from her, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils.

"Please, noona," you beg, your voice raw. "Please... I can't take it."

She pulls back, her eyes meeting yours, full of playful malice. "Oh, you can take it, baby. You're a good boy, and good boys learn patience."

She then takes your swollen cockhead between her thumb and forefinger, not squeezing, but holding it, teasingly. She drags her fingernail, ever so lightly, across the sensitive tip, making you gasp and arch your back.

"See?" she purrs. "So much more fun this way, isn't it? Knowing it's all right here and you can't have it until noona says so."

She brings her face close to your cock, her lips just inches away, and blows a soft, cool breath over the tip. The sudden change in temperature makes your entire body jolt, and your cock jumps, a thick drop of precum oozing from the head.

"Almost," she whispers, her eyes locked on the bead of fluid. "But not quite." She licks her lips, her gaze fixed on your throbbing cock. "You're going to have to work for it. You're going to have to beg."

She leans in closer, her breath tickles the head of your cock. That thick bead of cum is like a magnet for her. "Look at this mess you've made.” Without breaking eye contact, she extends her tongue, a swipe that starts at the base of the underside and drags up to the tip, lapping up the sticky fluid like it's the sweetest treat she's ever tasted.

The sensation makes your entire body lock up tight. Every joint freezes; your knees, your elbows, even your fingers dig into the chair's fabric as if you're about to shatter into a million pieces. You're right on the edge, teetering so precariously that it feels like you're about to combust on the spot, your balls aching with the pressure, your cock throbbing.

Eunbi doesn't stop there. She flicks the tip of her tongue along your slit, that tiny sensitive opening of your cock, teasing it with light, rapid licks that feel like tiny sparks of fire. Then she sucks on it, her lips forming a tight, wet seal around just the very end, drawing it into her mouth with a gentle but insistent pull.

It's not a full blowjob; it's targeted, precise torture. Her tongue swirls around the slit, probing it, tasting every drop of your leaked cum as if she's savouring it.

"Fuck... noona..." Your voice cracks, your hips jerking. The world narrows to just that spot—her mouth on you, the heat of her tongue, the way her lips are soft and unyielding at the same time.

Your cock twitches wildly in her mouth, leaking even more cum, and you're sure you're about to explode, but somehow, you don't. It's like she's got you under a spell, dangling you right over the abyss without letting you fall.

She pulls back enough to speak, her lips still brushing the head of your cock, leaving a trail of her own saliva mixed with your fluids. "Stay hard for noona, baby." Her eyes lock onto yours with that dominant glint.

"That's it. Just like this. Hold it in, okay? Because only then will you get to cum somewhere nice." Her words are a command wrapped in velvet, and they hit you like a whip, making your balls tighten even more, your shaft pulsing with denied release.

Eunbi steps back, breaking the contact completely for the first time. Your cock bobs in the air, wet and angry, twitching so hard it almost hurts. She turns her back to you, giving you a full view of her flawless form. With a sway of her hips, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her denim shorts - soaked from her earlier orgasm - and starts to slide them down.

She bends forward as she does it, her ass pushing out in a perfect heart-shaped and firm curve, her legs slightly apart. The fabric peels away from her skin, revealing the smooth, bare cheeks of her ass and the sticky folds of her pussy, wet and puffy from her climax.

She's putting on a show, every movement is calculated to torture your cock, leaving you there, rock-hard and desperate, wondering what she's going to do next.

Eunbi doesn't turn around to face you. Instead, she stands right between your spread legs, her back arched, ass inches away from your cock. She reaches behind her with one hand, her fingers wrapping around your shaft. The touch is firm, possessive, like she's claiming what's hers.

You hold your breath, every muscle in your body tensed as she lines it up with her entrance.

Then, she pushes her ass back, guiding the head of your cock to the wet heat of her pussy. The first contact—the soft, swollen folds parting as she presses your cockhead to her opening.

With a roll of her hips, she slips it inside, and the sensation is fucking mind-blowing. She's tight and wetter than anything you've ever felt. Her walls clamp down hard, a slow pulse that makes your eyes roll back in your head.

"Oh God, baby," she groans, "It's damn big… Nngh!”

And she drops. Not slowly, not gently; she drops her entire weight down onto your cock, impaling herself in one rough motion. Your hips slam up to meet hers, and you're buried balls-deep inside her. The air gets punched out of your lungs in a guttural groan, and she lets out a scream that's pure ecstasy, it echoes off the walls.

"Ah! Yes! Right there!" she cries out, her head thrown back, her hands gripping your thighs for leverage.

She starts riding you, hard and fast, reverse cowgirl style. Her ass bounces up and down, slamming onto your lap with every thrust. The sound is wet, slapping skin-on-skin, mixed with her screams and your own ragged breathing. Her juices easily gush out, coating your cock and balls, making everything slick and sticky.

"Compliment me!" she screams, her voice cracking with pleasure. "Tell me how good I feel! Worship this body! Tell your noona how perfect she is!"

You're losing your mind. Every time she drops down, your cock hits so deep it feels like it's gonna split her in half. You strain so hard, every muscle in your body locked tight, trying not to explode after just a few thrusts.

"Noona! You're so— Ugh!!" you manage to gasp out, your hands flying to her hips. Your fingers dig into her soft flesh, gripping her hard. "Your pussy... It's so good! You're beautiful!"

She slams down harder, grinding her hips in circles. "More! Tell me more!" she demands, her moans turning into desperate whimpers. "Tell me how much you love this ass! Tell me how you never wanna leave this pussy!"

You pull her toward you with every bounce, using your grip on her hips to slam her down even harder onto your cock. "I love your ass, noona!" you groan, your voice strained. "I never wanna leave your pussy! It's the best I've ever had!"

She screams again, her whole body trembling as she rides you, her pussy clenching. "Yes! That's it, good boy! Keep talking! Keep fucking me!" And you do, your hands gripping her hips, pulling her down onto your cock over and over, straining with everything you've got to hold back the flood that's threatening to erupt.

Eunbi’s back is a masterpiece of glistening skin, her shoulder blades flex and shift with every bounce, her muscles rippling under that smooth, milky flesh. A thin sheen of sweat trickles down her spine, disappearing into the small of her back, and you’re hypnotised by it.

You can’t risk embarrassing yourself by blowing your load too soon, so you force yourself to control your breathing—in through the nose, out through the mouth—trying to calm down even as her pussy grips your cock like an oiled rubber.

You spread your legs wider, planting your feet firmly on the floor. The change in angle lets you drive up into her even deeper, and the response is immediate. Eunbi lets out a choked gasp, her back arching even more. "Oh, my god! fuck!" Every time she bounces up, you can see it - a thick, creamy white ring of her fluids forming around the base of your cock.

It’s so dirty, so goddamn hot, proof of how turned on she is, how much she’s dripping all over your cock.

You wish you could see her tits bouncing wildly, but you don’t mind one bit when she leans back, giving you access to her back. You press your lips to her damp skin, kissing her shoulders, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down her spine. She tastes like salt and sex, and it makes your cock throb even harder inside her.

As for her tits, you don’t need to see them, you merely reach around, sliding your hands up her sweaty torso until you’ve got a handful of each heavy, soft mound.

You grab them from behind, kneading and pulling them like dough, squeezing until your fingers sink into her skin. Her nipples are hard as rocks against your palms, and you pinch them, rolling them between your fingers. Eunbi moans loudly, her head falling forward, her hair sticking to her neck.

Eunbi feels your movements, the way you’re gripping her tits, the way you’re grinding up into her. She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes hazy with lust. "Doing better now, dongsaenh?" she asks, "Getting the full experience?"

"Ugh, of course," you groan, your hands still working her tits. "Gotta enjoy this pussy as much as I can, noona. It’s too good to rush."

She smirks, then suddenly stops bouncing. Her hips still for a second, and you almost cry out from the loss of that frantic rhythm. But then she starts moving again—only this time, it’s not up and down. She shifts her hips back and forth, grinding onto your cock.

Your dick massages her inner walls, sliding deep, pressing against every sensitive spot inside her. The sensation is different—deeper, more intense, a slow-building pressure that makes your toes curl.

"Oh, shit," she whimpers, her hands gripping your thighs again. "Why is it so good... fuck, you’re so deep..." Her movements become more urgent, her hips rolling faster, and her pussy spasming, pulling your cock in, milking your cock for all it’s worth.

Your hands don't stop moving; one stays firmly wrapped around her heavy tits, but the other slips down her sweaty side, tracing the turn of her waist. Your palm presses hard against her full, soft tummy, feeling it rise and fall with every breath she takes.

You can tell—hell, you know—you're about to lose it. The pressure in your balls is unbearable, and your cock is pulsing inside her like a jackhammer but you're not cumming yet. No way. Not without making sure she gets her absolute pleasure.

Your fingers slide lower, finding the swollen bundle of nerves right where her pussy lips part at the front. You press down on her clit, hard and steady, rubbing in small, tight circles. Eunbi's whole body stiffens instantly.

"Ahhh— I can't stop cumming!" she gasps, her voice breaking as her hips jerk wildly. She sits down tighter on your cock, the muscles of her pussy choking the entirety of your cock. Her legs curl up, trembling and shuddering uncontrollably, her toes curling as she rides out the wave of her orgasm. Her moans are ragged, broken little sounds that fill the room.

She collapses back onto your chest, her sweaty back pressed against you. Her spread legs lift off the floor, trembling, as her pussy spasms around your cock. Then, suddenly, she squirts warm, wet spurts shooting out around your shaft, pushing you out just a little.

You groan deep in your throat, feeling the wetness soak your cock, your balls tightening like steel traps. She shivers against you, panting hard, the back of her head buried in your neck.

"Didn't expect you to be like that, baby," she whispers, voice trembling.

You press your forehead to her ear, breathing heavy but steady. "Gotta make you cum one last time before I lose it," you murmur. "You’re so damn perfect, Eunbi-noona."

She lifts her head, eyes glazed. "Then don’t keep me waiting, dongsaeng," she teases breathlessly, "Fill your noona’s pussy with all of your cum."

You feel it; the edge crashing down fast, no holding back now. Gritting your teeth, you thrust your hips up hard, lifting Eunbi higher on your cock. The sudden movement drives you deeper inside her tight pussy, every nerve screaming in overstimulation.

Sliding your head under Eunbi’s arm, you catch one of her nipples from the side with your mouth. You suck it hard, tongue pressing over the hardened bud, tasting the salty sweat. She gasps, arching her back, pushing more of that soft, heavy tit into your mouth. Her hand finds its way to the top of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as she rubs soothing circles.

You throw one last thrust into her dripping cunt and lose it—your cock pulsing violently as you blast your hot cum deep inside her. Thick ropes of seed flood her, filling her womb with a burning heat. Eunbi hums low and content, her breath hitching in little gasps as she rides out the wave with you.

She moans, her voice slightly rough. “I feel you… all in me. You pump me up so much with good stuff.”

She grinds down, squeezing tight, and the wet heat of your cum begins to flow back out, slick and sticky between two bodies. Her hips roll slowly, fucking you back with that delicious, lazy motion, making your cock twitch inside her one last time.

You finally lean back, pulling her close, skin hot against skin. Your hands roam down to her tummy, massaging slow, firm circles over that soft, round belly you're stuffing full of your cum. Eunbi sighs, pressing her cheek against your chest.

“Damn, dongsaeng,” she purrs, breath still heavy. “You’re one hell of a fucking lover. Can’t wait to have you inside me again.”

You grin, heart pounding, as you hold her close, feeling every last pulse of your release settle deep inside her.

You blink, finally letting Eunbi’s words sink in. The way she said it, all casual and teasing, hits you. Lover? Like, her lover? You stammer, trying to keep your voice steady but failing miserably. “Wait... what do you mean by lover?”

She giggles, that naughty little sound that makes your heart thump in your chest. Then she wiggles her eyebrows at you, all sly and playful. “Why not, baby? Doesn’t sound too bad, does it?”

You’re still dumbfounded, mouth hanging open, when she throws another curveball, “Hey, would you wanna go eat out with me later? Like, dinner or something.”

You’re about to say something when she smirks like she’s got a secret. “And if we’re lucky, maybe some media folks will catch us together... could stir up a scandal or two.”

Your brain short-circuits just thinking about it and before you can process, Eunbi springs up, sliding off your cock with a smooth motion. You flinch, the sudden emptiness making your cock twitch in protest.

She laughs, planting a knee right on your thigh, her tits swinging just in front of your face. She stares at your semi-hard, messy cock, slick with your own cum and her juices. Then her eyes lock with yours, chuckling.

“Relax, dongsaeng,” she says with a grin. “I’m just messing with you. Go rest up a bit while I clean up in the bathroom. Then we’ll get back to talking about those Waterbomb outfits, okay?”

You nod dumbly, still reeling, as she saunters off, leaving you to catch your breath and try to make sense of everything that just happened.

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lone-esper · 10 days ago

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Would blackpink or jennie be in your radar in writing smuts soon?

Highly likely. Especially Jisoo and Jennie.

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lone-esper · 12 days ago

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I created a Tumblr community to test things out. It's kinda risky to make it public.

Comment below if you want to join or you can also DM me. Then, I will send the invite link.

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lone-esper · 12 days ago

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Eunbi smut soon?

Yes! It's coming. It's almost 5,000 words in the draft. A little bit more left to finish.

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lone-esper · 12 days ago

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When is your AO3 gonna come back? 😭

I edited what needed to be edited. It says within 7 days, so let's wait for a bit.

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lone-esper · 12 days ago

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Breaking Her: Jihan

(Ex) Weeekly Jihan POV

Tags: Force sex, Kidnapping, Sex slave, Loss of Virginity

Synopsis: She was used as a payment for someone's debt.

I'm shy, soft-spoken and not popular in class. I'm usually quiet and outcasted.

Suddenly, a popular girl in class named Zoa approached me and invites me to her party. She told me to dress something pretty to the party as she handed me money to buy it.

A cyan colored off shoulder mini dress caught my attention. Later on, A limousine stopped across me. Zoa and her friends are already there and urged me to go with them. The destination is a mansion where a large villa on it. Zoa is so rich, I thought.

As we arrived at the main hall. It's my first time experiencing a classy party like this. Zoa led me to someone who's the owner of the whole villa.

We stopped infront of him, who's busy talking to the other guests. He has an aura of a rich heir. He's tall and have attractive cold blue eyes.

"Sir Clarke, I introduce you to Jihan. She's the payment for my family's debt. Please take her as your slave."

My eyes went wide of Zoa's revelation. No wonder why she's friendly all the sudden. This is her reason why. I was heartbroken, felt betrayed and terrified.

"N-No... I... I don't want to sell myself to you.. This isn't what I expect for going here!" Tears falling on my cheeks as I heard Zoa's laugh.

"Oh, Jihan... You're so easy to fool as expected. You really actually thought I would be nice to a loner like you? Haha!"

I thought she's thinking of me as her friend. I was just used for paying her family's debt that I'm not even involved to begin with!

I turned and going to run away from here but I was held back by him. He's holding my wrist tightly. Seeing him grinning and the way his gaze roams around my body, makes me feel small. Panic sets in.

"Ah.. but you see, darling..." He pulled me close to him. I tried my best to push him away but his strength is too much. "Zoa has done us both a favor. You're exactly what I've been craving - fresh, innocent, and utterly unaware of the pleasures awaiting you."

He leaned closer. Felt his hot breath on my ear, it made me shiver down to my spine. Frozen and helpless. "Don't worry. What matters now is that you're mine, and I intend to make the most of our arrangement. Also... I'm not a gentle person."

My body trembles under his intense gaze and firm hold. Your words send a mix of fear and unease. I can't believe how quickly things escalated from a normal school day to being sold into some dark arrangement.

"W-What do you mean?" I stammer, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising panic inside me. "Pleasures? I-I don't understand..."

Tears continue to fall, streaking down my flushed cheeks. I glance around the lavish main hall, hoping to find an ally or a way out, but everyone seems oblivious to my distress or complicit in this twisted scenario.

"I won't let you do anything bad to me!" I protest weakly, tugging feebly at his grasp. "Please, just let me go home!"

He chuckled. Clearly amused of my struggle against his hold. "Oh... sweet thing, you have no idea what 'bad' truly means. But don't worry, I'll take my time corrupting you."

He released my wrist, only to wrap his arm around my waist. "For now, let's get you comfortable. You look absolutely ravishing in that little dress, and I plan to enjoy every inch of you."

I saw him pulling out his phone from his pocket. "Once you're here, you won't able to leave. As a matter of fact, I gave your parents a million dollars to claim you."

He showed me the photos of my parents holding bunch of money. Their smile scares me.

A million dollars... That's more than what my parents make in a year. They would never refuse such an offer, no matter how desperate or foolish.

The reality of my situation sinks in, making my knees weak. I'm trapped, bought and paid for like a piece of property. Tears falls down my face uncontrollably as I struggle to process the nightmare unfolding before me.

"N-No, this can't be happening..." I whisper, my voice cracking with despair. "M-Mom and Dad... They didn't know what they were agreeing to..."

I look up at you with pleading eyes, searching for any glimmer of humanity amidst the cold calculation in your gaze. "Please! Sir Clarke, you have to set me free."

"Fear not, my dear." He cooed, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. "Your parents may have sold you, but I assure you, their gain is far less than yours will be. You'll come to cherish the life I provide, once you learn to submit to me."

He forcefully dragged me towards to his bedroom. Pushed me to the bed and locked the door.

"Now... Let's start slow. Shall we? I like to see you slowly accepting your fate as my slave... sex slave to be exact."

Panic surges through me as he locked the door, sealing my fate. I try to scramble away, but there's nowhere to hide in this opulent room. The realization of what he's intend to do to me hits like a tons of bricks, leaving me breathless and trembling.

"No, please, stop!" I beg, my voice laced with terror as I watch you undress. "I don't want to be your... your sex slave! I haven't even kissed anyone, let alone done anything else!"

I cover my face with my hands, unable to bear the sight of your exposed flesh. Hot tears soak through my fingers as I whimper pathetically. "Just let me go home. I promise I won't tell anyone about this. Please, Sir Clarke, have mercy!"

He laughed sarcastically. "Mercy? That word is not on my vocabulary, Darling. I am a man of pleasure, and you are my newest plaything."

He climbed onto the bed, looming over me. "Kissing is just the beginning, sweetheart. I plan to explore every inch of your body, to taste your innocence, and to claim you as mine in the most primal ways imaginable."

He reached out, trailing a finger along my jawline, tilting my chin up to force eye contact. "You will learn to crave my touch, to beg for my attention. And when you finally surrender completely, that's when the real fun begins."

A choked sob escapes my lips. I'm paralyzed with fear, unable to look away from the predator stalking its prey.

"Y-You can't... I won't let you do those things to me!"

Despite my desperate denial, a part of me recoils at the thought of being touched, of being violated in ways I can hardly comprehend. My body betrays me, a shiver running through my body as his proximity overwhelms my senses.

"D-Don't... please don't hurt me." I plead, my eyes welling up with fresh tears. "I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt me."

"Hurt you?" He scoffed, leaning in close until our noses almost touched. "Oh, darling, I intend to bring you to heights of pleasure you've never dreamed possible. Pain is merely a precursor to pleasure, and you'll learn to crave it as much as I do."

He then captured my lips in a brutal kiss, forcing your tongue past my trembling lips. He taste like a strong wine and my defenses are slowly crumbling.

Panic and submission clashed within me, but his dominant presence swiftly silences any resistance. I'm helpless against the onslaught of his tongue, tasting the bitterness of his lust mixed with the salt of my own tears.

Muffled whimpers escape me, muffled by the invasion of his mouth. My hands flail wildly, slapping ineffectually at his chest as I struggle to break free. But he's too strong, pinning me down with ease.

He broke the kiss, panting heavily as I sobbed softly. I couldn't look at his eyes anymore.

"You're learning already, aren't you?" He caressed my cheek. "That your struggles are futile, that you belong to me now."

He leaned in, I gasped out loud when I felt his teeth tugging my earlobe. "Soon, you'll come to crave my touch, my cock and my attention. And when that day comes, you'll thank me for showing you the true depths of pleasure."

With a deft motion. You tearing apart my dress like a paper, exposing my naked body to his hungry gaze.

As the last threads of fabric fell away, leaving me vulnerable and exposed, a wave of shame washed over me. I instinctively tried to cover myself, but his hands easily batted mine aside, forcing me to remain open and defenseless.

His gaze of my bare flesh sent a chill down my spine, the weight of his gaze making me feel like a specimen under a microscope. I wanted to shrink away, to disappear into the shadows and escape this hell.

"T-Touch me, and I'll scream!" I threatened weakly, though my voice lacked conviction. Even as the words left my lips, I knew it was a hollow promise. In this place, with him holding all the power, my cries would fall on deaf ears.

A hot tear tracked down my cheek, mingling with the sweat beading on my skin.

He laughed sarcastically. "Scream all you like, darling. No one will give a damn, and even if they did, they'd simply assume you were enjoying yourself."

He trailed his finger along my collarbone. "In fact, I encourage it. The more you resist, the sweeter your submission will be when it finally happens."

Leaning down. He nuzzled at thw crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell delicious, Jihan. Like fear and innocence, all wrapped up in a pretty package just for me."

Felt his hot slimy tongue slowly licking my neck. A strangled gasp escapes my lips as his teeth sink into my neck, the sharp sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming sensation of his tongue laving my skin. I writhe beneath him, torn between the urge to pull away and the forbidden thrill coursing through my veins.

"Mmph! No! S-Stop!" I cry out as he continued his relentless assault on my senses. My breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hardening into peaks that seem to beckon his touch.

When his lips finally leave my neck, I'm left panting and dizzy, struggling to regain my bearings.

"Don't... don't look at me like that, you monster."

Suddenly, He leaned to harshly suckle my nipple, suckling greedily as his hand slid down to cup my other breast. He rolled and teased the sensitive peak between his fingers, savoring the way I squirmed beneath him.

"Mmm, such sweet little morsels. Made just for me to play with."

You lavished attention on my breasts, alternating between rough suckle and painful bites. Each gasp and whimper that escaped my lips only made you redouble your assault to my body.

"Ahh... please..." The word falls from my mouth unbidden, a desperate plea for more even as a part of me screams in protest. I'm lost in a haze of sensation, unable to think clearly or resist the demands of my body.

When he released my nipple, I let out a keening sigh, starts craving for more. Helplessly, I arched myself into him, offering myself up for further exploration.

"I-I'm yours." I whisper, the admission tearing from my throat like a confession.

"Oh, Jihan.." He trails kisses down on my tummy. "You have no idea how much I've craved this moment. To hear you declare yourself mine.."

I felt his fingers teasing across my hipbones before dipping lower, teasing the soft folds of my pussy. "And now, I get to explore every inch of you, to claim you in ways you never thought possible."

With deliberate slowness, he pushed two fingers inside my slick heat. A choked sob catches in my throat as his fingers penetrate me, stretching and filling me in ways I've never experienced before. The intrusion is sudden and intense, pushing me right to the edge of discomfort, yet there's an undeniable spark of pleasure amidst the unfamiliar sensations.

"Ahhh! Sir Clarke, wait-" My protests dissolve into a moan as he begins to move his fingers, curling it slightly to stroke a part within me. Waves of heat wash over my body, my inner walls clenching reflexively around his probing digits.

Panting, I glance up at him through heavy lashes, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. "It feels... different. So full..."

I bite my lip, trying to process the conflicting emotions swirling inside me.

"That's right, baby girl." He cooed, pumping his fingers deeper and faster. "Take it all in. Let me fill you up and show you just how good it can feel."

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "You're doing so well, Jihan. Such a good little slut for me already."

He curled his fingers harder, rubbing mercilessly against that sensitive spot inside of me. The rhythmic thrusts of his fingers grew more. I felt something building inside me. It made me terrified yet curiosity takes over easily.

"Come on, cum for me."

His filthy words and relentless pace made me whimper loudly, the pressure building inside me to a fever pitch. With a keening wail, I shatter.

"AHHH! SIR CLARKE!!" My back arches off the bed as pleasure crashes over me, my vision blurring. I convulse around your invading fingers, waves of pleasure radiating outward from my core. So, This is what they called orgasm.

Tears stream down my face, mingling with the sweat that coats my skin. I'm dimly aware of him continuing to work me through the aftershocks, drawing out every last tremor until I'm spent and limp beneath him.

"P-please..." I manage to gasp out, As my voice raw and shaky. "No more... I can't take anymore..."

"Shh, it's alright, Jihan." He brushed a damp strand of hair from my forehead. "You did so well, taking everything I gave you. Such a good little cumslut for me."

He shoved his fingers at my mouth. Making me taste of my first ever orgasm. "But we're far from done, my pet. There's still so much more I want to explore with you."

Saw him positioned himself between my legs. Slowly rubbing the tip of his cock against my abused pussy. Slowly thrusting in, a choked gasp from my throat as he push past my entrance, the broad head of his cock stretching me impossibly wide. Panic flares in my chest, my heart pounding in terror as I realize the finality of this moment.

"No, wait!" I cry out, pushing him frantically. "Please, Sir Clarke, don't do this! I'm not ready!"

But my pleas fall on deaf ears as his cock slowly penetrates until I felt it on my stomach. Then he begin to thrust, each slow, deliberate movement driving him deeper into my unwilling body. Tears stream down my face as I'm forced to accommodate your girth.

"It hurts... oh god, it hurts so much!" I sob, my voice cracking with pain and despair. "Stop, please stop!"

"So tight... so good.. so warm. This is what I want, Jihan. You're not a virgin anymore."

My thoughts are scrambled as he pressed into me, filling me completely. I'm overwhelmed by the sensation, unsure if it's pleasure or pain that I'm feeling. All I know is that I'm powerless to resist him, unable to do anything but submit to your will.

"I... I can't believe.. this is happening." I murmur softly, tears streaming down my cheeks. I can feel the burning sting inside, the evidence of my lost virginity.

As he begin to move within me, I try to focus on the warmth spreading through my body, the strange sense of fullness that I've never experienced before. It's like nothing I've ever felt, and yet there's an undeniable allure to it, a draw that I can't quite explain.

I know that what's happening isn't right, that I should be fighting back, screaming for help. But instead, I find myself clinging to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck as I bury my face in his shoulder. I'm lost, adrift in a sea of confusion and fear.

Thrusting harder, faster, your hips slapping against mine. Leaning down to whisper in my ear. "You're mine now, Jihan. Forever. No one else gets to touch this perfect little cunt."

You gripped my thighs, spreading it wider apart. Driving into me even deeper, hitting that spot repeatedly. I rolled my eyes as I felt this intense pleasure. The pain is now forgotten.

"You're going to love being my personal fucktoy. I'll use you whenever and however I want. And you'll thank me for it."

Screams echo through the room as he slammed into me, the brutal force sending shockwaves of pain rippling through my body. I can feel every throbbing inch of his cock stretching me open, tearing at my delicate tissues with each thrust.

"Yes, yes, I'm yours!" I wailed, the words spilling from my lips in a desperate bid for relief from this pleasure. "Use me, Sir! Make me your toy, your slave!"

Despite the searing ache in my core, I can't deny the twisted thrill coursing through me. There's a dark, shameful excitement in submitting to his dominance, in surrendering control to someone who's harsh in claiming me.

"That's it, Jihan! Take it like the dirty slut you are!" Reaching down to pinch and twist my nipples harshly. "You were made for this, for being used and filled by my cock."

"I'm going to fill you up, Jihan. Pump you full of my seed until it's dripping out of you and then everyone will know who you really belong to."

Overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation, I can barely form thoughts. All I know is the relentless pounding of his cock, the cruel pinch of his fingers on my nipples, the primal urge to submit to his will.

"Yes, please! Fill me with your cum, make me yours!"

As if sensing my surrender, He redoubled his efforts. The bed creaks loudly beneath us, the headboard thudding against the wall with each brutal thrust.

"I'm close, Sir. Make me come again, make me scream for you!"

"Come for me, Jihan! Scream my name as you milk my cock!"

Suddenly, he stiffen, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he reached his own climax. With a final, powerful thrust, He buried himself to the hilt inside me, his cock pulsating as It unleash a torrent of hot, sticky semen deep into my womb.

"Fuck, yes! Take it all, you filthy cumslut!"

The sudden surge of heat flooding my insides sends me hurtling over the edge, my body convulsing in ecstasy as I'm consumed by the most intense orgasm of my life. I screamed his name, the sound torn from my throat as I'm wracked by wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Sir! Oh god, Sir Clarke!"

As I ride out the aftershocks, I can feel his seed pooling deep within me, the knowledge that I'm now permanently claimed by him sending a shiver of dark satisfaction through my veins.

Collapsing onto me, his weight pressing me into the mattress as I struggle to catch my breath. His cock still buried deep inside me, softening slightly as the last pulses of cum leak into my abused pussy.

"That was incredible. You took it so well, Jihan. Such a good little fucktoy for me."

Slowly, He pulled it out, watching in satisfaction as a trickle of blood and cum drips from my freshly deflowered hole.

"This is just the start, sweetheart. For now, You should clean yourself in the bathroom. Take your time there. Don't ever dare to escape."

Gasping for air, I lay motionless as he rolled off me, my body still trembling from the aftermath of our brutal coupling. The sensation of his softening cock slipping free leaves me feeling strangely empty.

As I watch a leakage of blood and semen trickles down my thigh, a stark reminder that I'm no longer virgin, no longer untouched. I am now his property.

Numbly, I rise from the bed, wincing at the ache between my legs. Each step feels weighted, as if the very floor is trying to hold me back from fleeing this nightmare. But where would I go? What could I possibly do to escape the trap I've fallen into?

Standing infront the mirror in the spacious bathroom, I stare at my reflection with a mix of horror and resignation. The sight of my battered, bruised body is a grim reminder of the fate that awaits me. Blood smears my thighs, mingling with the remnants of the violent lovemaking.

-End-

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lone-esper · 13 days ago

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Yo why is your ao3 gone?

Got a content warning. Need to remove the pics or something, I'm not too sure.

I'll edit it somehow later.

#anon ask

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lone-esper · 14 days ago

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Kazuha smut reached 500 notes already, woo! I guess a lot of people really love her. Thank you very much, you awesome readers.

Anything for our ballet queen Kazuha? It's her birthday :)

Birthday Treat 1

Nakamura Kazuha (LSF) × Male Reader

Best Friends, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fuck, Female Orgasm, Missionary

3,362 Words

You stand outside Kazuha's studio, the cool weekend air brushing your skin as you wait for her to unlock it. She's your best friend, always so graceful and polite, and today she pulled you into this favor on her birthday no less.

She begged you earlier with that soft, melodic voice, her eyes sparkling as she complimented your strength, saying something about how only a reliable guy like you could handle being her cameraman.

How could you say no? Especially when she's wearing those simple tight shorts that hug her meaty, toned thighs and that long-sleeved fitting shirt that outlines her athletic frame. Standing right behind her now, you can't help but let your eyes linger on her firm ass, the way it curves perfectly under the fabric.

Kazuha fumbles with the keys for a second, then laughs lightly. "Sorry about that, I've got so much on my mind today. Thanks again for coming, you're a lifesaver." Her voice is warm, genuine, and it pulls you back to the moment.

You shrug, playing it cool. "No problem, Kazuha. It's your birthday, figured I'd help out. What's the video about anyway?"

She turns the key, pushing the door open, and you follow her inside. The studio is a cozy space, mirrors lining one wall to reflect the ballet bar and the polished wooden floors. Soft lights flicker on as she flips a switch, illuminating the room with a warm glow.

There's a faint scent of lavender from some air freshener, mixed with the slight mustiness of old dance shoes. She drops her bag by the corner and stretches her arms, giving you a quick smile. "It's just a quick routine I choreographed. I need to post it online for my followers. You're going to film it from different angles. Make me look good, right?"

You nod, pulling out your phone to set up. "Yeah, I'll get some wide shots and close-ups. You always look good anyway." The words slip out before you can stop them, and you feel a flush creep up your neck. Is that flirting? You hope not, but damn, it's hard not to notice how her shirt clings to her abs when she bends to adjust her shorts.

She giggles, a sound that's both innocent and teasing. "Flatterer. Alright, let me warm up first. You can sit over there." She points to a chair near the mirrors, and you take your position, trying to focus on the task at hand. But as she starts her stretches, your eyes are glued to her.

Her legs are meaty and toned from years of ballet, flexing with her movement. She lifts one leg onto the bar, her shorts riding up slightly, revealing the smooth skin of her thigh and cameltoe. You swallow hard.

Kazuha glances at you in the mirror, catching your stare, but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she continues, bending forward to touch her toes, her ass pushing out toward you. "How's the lighting? Is it okay for the video?"

"It's perfect," you reply, your voice a little thicker than usual. You adjust your phone's camera settings, but your mind is elsewhere.

She's so close, just a few feet away, and the way her abs wave under that shirt as she straightens up makes your cock twitch in your jeans. You shift in your seat, trying to hide it.

She starts her routine then, moving with that effortless grace that always mesmerises you. The ballet is sensual without trying to be; her leaps and turns highlight every curve, especially those powerful legs. You film her, zooming in on her form, but it's impossible not to get turned on.

Her thighs glisten with a light sweat, and when she lands from a pirouette, you catch a glimpse of her abs contracting through the fabric. "How am I doing?" she asks between breaths, pausing to face you.

"Amazing, as always," you say, meaning it. "That last spin was killer. Want me to get a closer shot?"

She nods, wiping her forehead. "Mhm, come a bit nearer. I trust your eye for this."

You stand up, moving closer as she restarts. Now you're right there, phone raised, capturing her every move. When she executes a grand jeté, her legs spread wide in the air. She's panting lightly now, her chest rising and falling.

As she finishes the sequence and turns to you, you blurt out, "Kazuha, you're incredible. I mean, your body... it's just... Damn, sorry, that sounded weird."

She tilts her head with a smile on her lips. "Weird? Or honest? It's my birthday, you know. You can be honest with me." Her eyes lock onto yours. She steps closer, her hand brushing your arm. "You've been staring a lot. Do you like what you see?"

Your heart races. "I... yeah, I do. You're beautiful, Kazuha."

She laughs softly, but it's different this time, huskier. "Then why stop at just looking?" Before you can process it, she presses against you, her hands on your chest. "I've noticed you checking me out. And honestly, I've thought about it too. You're strong, just like I said. Maybe we could... make this birthday extra special?"

You set the phone down on a nearby table, your hands finding her waist. "Are you sure? I don't want to ruin our friendship."

She shakes her head, her fingers tracing up your neck. "It won't. I want this. I've had a long week, and I need to let loose." Her words send a jolt and you pull her in, crashing your lips against hers.

The kiss is hungry, her tongue sliding onto yours as she moans into your mouth. Her warm body is firm against you, and you feel her abs flex as she wraps her legs around your waist when you lift her.

You carry her to the mirrored wall, pressing her back against it. "God, Kazuha, you're so fucking hot.” Your hands roam down to her sweaty inner thighs, squeezing the meaty flesh. She's strong, her legs clamping around your waist as your hardening cock rubs against her shorts.

She breaks the kiss, gasping. "Take it off. All of it. I want to feel you."

You oblige, yanking her shirt up over her head, revealing her toned abs and perky breasts. She's not wearing a bra, and you dive in, sucking on her nipples while your hands work on her shorts. She arches into you, her fingers tangling in your hair.

You bite down gently, then harder as she asks, making her whimper. Sliding her shorts down, you reveal her lacy panties, already damp. "You're wet already, Zuha?" you question teasingly.

"For you," she replies, kicking off the shorts. "Now your turn. Strip."

You pull off your shirt and jeans quickly, your cock springing free from your boxers. She's eyeing it hungrily, licking her lips. "Big and strong, just like I thought," she murmurs, reaching out to stroke it. Her touch is electric, and you groan, thrusting into her hand.

But you want more. You spin her around, pressing her to the mirror so she can see herself. "Look at you," you command, your hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks. "So beautiful." You hook your fingers into her panties and pull them down, exposing her completely. Her pussy is gleaming, the soft folds slick.

Kazuha spreads her legs slightly, watching you in the reflection. "Take me. I can handle it."

You don't hesitate. Positioning yourself behind her, you run your fingers along her slit first, feeling how soft and juicy she is. Her outer lips are plump, slick with arousal, and when you part them, you slide a finger inside. She's tight, her inner walls velvety and warm. "You're so wet inside. It feels amazing."

She moans, pushing back against your hand. "More. Use your cock. I want it deeper."

You withdraw your finger, tasting her sweetness on it with your tongue before lining up your cock at her entrance. With one slow thrust, you bury yourself inside her.

Her pussy envelopes you, soft and juicy, the inner walls rippling around your shaft. Her tightness hugs every inch, and you can feel the subtle ridges inside her, massaging your cock as you start to move. You grunt, gripping her hips.

Kazuha moans out, her hands splayed on the mirror. "Yes! Harder!"

You oblige, your hands sliding down to her thighs, digging into the toned muscles as you pound into her. Her abs flex with each thrust, visible in the mirror, and you watch as her body jolts with the force.

Her pussy is so responsive, clenching every time you hit deep, the juices coating your cock and making obscene squelching sounds. It's soft, incredibly so, like a hot, slippery embrace that pulls you in deeper with every stroke.

She's moaning loudly now, her voice echoing in the studio. "Oh god, yes! Your cock feels so good inside me. Stretch me out!"

You slap her ass, leaving a red mark, and she yelps in pleasure. You pick up the pace, pistoning rougher, feeling her inner walls tighten around the head of your cock. The inside of her pussy is a revelation. Soft, juicy, and so damn wet, with a slight grip that drives you wild.

The way her sensitive spot swells under your thrusts, the slick heat that coats you, and the way she pulses when you're fully seated.

Her legs tremble under your hands, those meaty thighs quivering as you lift one of them higher, changing the angle. "Fuck, this is insane," you say, watching them contract in the mirror as she meets your thrusts. "And your pussy... gripping me so tight."

She looks back at you, her eyes glazed. "Don't stop. Make me cum. I want to feel you inside."

You reach around, rubbing her clit with your thumb while you slam into her. Her pussy responds immediately, getting even wetter, the juices dripping down her thighs. It's messy, raw, and exactly what you both need. "Come on, cum for me," you urge, your voice strained.

Her body tenses, her abs locking up as she screams, "I'm cumming! Oh fuck, God!" Her pussy clamps down, the inner walls fluttering and squeezing in waves, milking your cock as her juices flood. It's intense, her softness turning into a vice of pleasure that pushes you over the edge.

You thrust a few more times, then explode inside her, filling her with hot cum. "Kazuha…" you groan her name, her pussy pulse around your throbbing cock, drawing every drop deeper into her soft depths.

As you both catch your breath, you pull out slowly, watching your cum leak from her swollen lips. She turns to face you, a satisfied smile on her beautiful face. "Best birthday ever," she says, pulling you in for another kiss.

You pull away from the kiss, your breath still ragged from the intensity of what just happened. Kazuha's body is flushed, her skin glistening with sweat, and her eyes hold that post-orgasm haze that makes her look even more irresistible.

But you're not ready to stop. With a grin, you scoop her up in your arms, feeling her toned legs wrap around your waist for support as you carry her across the studio. Her head rests against your shoulder, and she lets out a soft, contented sigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

The couch in the corner is a plush, oversized thing, probably where she crashes after long practice sessions, and you place her down gently on it, making sure she's comfortable on the soft cushions.

She looks up at you with a mix of playfulness and desire, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. "You're not done with me yet, are you?" she asks, her voice husky, a teasing edge to it that sends a fresh surge of blood to your cock.

"Not even close," you reply, kneeling between her legs. The couch is perfect for this—spacious enough to let you admire every inch of her. You take a moment to just look at her, sprawled out like that, her hair messy, her tummy still faintly twitching from the aftershocks.

Her pussy is a mess of your cum and her own juices, swollen and inviting, and the way her legs part slightly for you makes your heart race. She's breathtaking, her face lit up with that ecstatic expression - eyes half-lidded, lips parted in anticipation, a flush spreading from her cheeks down to her neck.

You lean down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss first, your tongue exploring her mouth as she moans softly into it. Her hands slide up your sides, pulling you closer, her body arching up to meet yours. Breaking the kiss, you trail your lips down to her ear, nibbling on the lobe gently at first, then sucking it between your teeth.

"You feel so good, Kazuha," you whisper, your breath hot on her skin, making her shiver. She tilts her head to give you better access, and you take full advantage, kissing along the curve of her ear before moving down to her neck.

Her neck is sensitive, you quickly realize, as she gasps and writhes under you when you suck on the tender spot just below her jaw. "Oh, yes…” she breathes, her voice laced with pleasure. You kiss and lick your way along her neck, leaving a trail of marks that she'll probably have to hide later, then move to her collarbone, pressing your lips to the bony ridge and nipping at it lightly. Each kiss draws out a new sound from her—a whimper, a sigh, a soft plea—and it only fuels your lust.

Positioning yourself fully, you slide your hands under her thighs, lifting and spreading her legs wider. Her meaty thighs feel incredible under your palms, strong and smooth, and you push her ankles up toward her head, folding her in half.

It's an intimate position, exposing her completely, and you watch as her eyes widen with excitement. Her soft abs stretch taut in this pose, the defined muscles on full display, and her pussy is right there, waiting for you, still slick and ready despite the earlier round.

Kazuha bites her lip, her expression one of pure ecstasy as she looks up at you. "Hmm, fuck me again? I want it," she urges, her hands gripping the couch cushions.

You align your cock with her entrance, teasing her first by rubbing the head along her sensitive folds, coating it in her juices mixed with your cum. With a slow thrust, you push into her, feeling her pussy stretch around your cock once more.

It's even tighter in this position, her inner walls gripping like a warm, velvety glove, and you groan at the sensation. "Ugh, I might lose it early," you joke, starting to move, each thrust deep and measured at first, building up the rhythm.

As you fuck her in missionary, you lean down to keep kissing her, alternating between her lips and those sensitive spots. You capture her mouth again, tongues dancing as your hips snap forward, driving deeper. Then, you break away to lavish attention on her ear, whispering dirty words between kisses.

"Your pussy feels so good around me, so wet and tight." She moans in response, her body rocking with yours, and you move to her neck, sucking hard while your hands hold her legs in place.

But you don't forget what she might like—you press your palm flat against her abs, feeling the firm muscles under your touch. She gasps sharply, her back arching as the pressure adds an extra layer of pleasure.

"Yes! Oh, fuck, that feels—," she cries, her voice echoing in the quiet studio. The way her abs contract under your hand intensifies everything, her pussy clenches around your cock with each press, making the sensations even more overwhelming for both of you.

There are subtle ripples inside her, the soft, juicy walls massaging your shaft as you thrust harder, deeper, pushing her limits.

Her ecstatic expression is everything—eyes locked on yours, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, cheeks flushed red. You admire her beauty in this moment, the way her sweat-slicked skin glows under the studio lights, how her breasts jiggle with each powerful thrust.

"You're so gorgeous, Zuha," you say, your voice rough with exertion. You kiss her collarbone again, trailing your tongue along it before nipping at the skin, all while maintaining the rhythm of your hips.

Kazuha's hands roam over your back, nails digging in slightly as she pulls you closer. "Ahh, keep going, please," she begs, her words punctuated by moans.

You oblige, picking up the pace, your cock slamming into her with forceful strokes. In this folded position, with her ankles near her head, you hit spots inside her that make her cry out louder, the angle letting you feel every inch of her soft, wet pussy.

It's incredible—her inner walls are slick and hot, gripping you tightly one moment, then relaxing to let you plunge deeper the next. You can sense the way she tightens around your tip, especially when you press on her abs, which seems to amplify her pleasure and make her even wetter.

The room fills with the sounds of your bodies slapping together, her wet pussy squelching and her increasingly desperate moans. You lean down to kiss her ear again, whispering, "Cum for me, Kazuha. Let me see that face."

She responds by wrapping her legs around your neck as much as she can in the position, pulling you in even closer. Your hand stays on her stomach, pressing firmly, feeling the muscles tense and release under your touch, which makes her pussy flutter around.

It's not long before she's on the edge. "I'm close... so close," she pants, her expression twisting into one of blissful agony. You kiss her deeply, your tongue invading her slack mouth as you thrust relentlessly, the combination pushing her over.

Her body shakes beneath you, her abs contracting hard under your palm, and her pussy clamps down on your cock, pulsing wildly as she cums. "Oh god, yes! Fuck, I'm cumming!" she screams, her fluids making the slide even smoother.

The sight and feel of her unraveling sends you hurtling toward your own release. You keep pressing on her abs, prolonging her orgasm, and with a few more deep thrusts, you explode inside her again, filling her with another load of cum. You groan, collapsing slightly against her as waves of pleasure wash over you.

As you both come down, you gently lower her legs, kissing her softly on the lips, then her neck and collarbone one more time for good measure. She smiles at you, her face radiant with satisfaction, pulling you down for a cuddle on the couch.

Kazuha's body relaxes beneath you. She gazes up with those soft, satisfied eyes, still feeling the warmth of your skin against hers. "Hey," she murmurs, like a gentle whisper, almost vulnerable after all the intensity. "Can we just stay like this a little longer? I don't want to move yet... it feels too good having you close."

You hum softly in agreement, the sound vibrating through your chest as you shift slightly to wrap your arms around her more securely. Pulling her into a tight cuddle, you nestle your face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the mix of sweat and her faint floral scent.

Her body moulds perfectly to yours, her toned legs tangling with yours on the couch, and you feel the steady beat of her heart matching your own. It's a quiet moment, a contrast to the roughness before, but no less electric in its intimacy.

She sighs contentedly, nuzzling closer, her hands sliding up to rest on your shoulders. "This is the best birthday I've had in years," she says softly, a smile carving on her lips as she tilts her head to kiss your cheek.

You respond with a gentle press of your lips to her forehead, holding her tight, letting the world outside the studio fade away. For now, it's just the two of you, wrapped in each other's warmth.

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