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On Viltrum tw: for misogyny and coercive relationships, nepobaby mark, student/instructor relations, power dynamics/imbalance (you over mark, then mark over you), abuse of power, spousal ownership, viltrumite mark is a freak.

cw: contains time skips, canon-divergent au

You are a war mother. You have birthed and trained many Viltrumite soldiers in service to your nation as it prepares for its inevitable hostile takeover of the galaxy. Held in high esteem, you are trusted to instruct the latest generations, instill within them a righteous fury to fight for their people, their birthright, expansion of their glorious empire.

Markus (as he is known on Viltrum) was at one time a pupil of yours who showed great promise. The son of an unlikely pair—the heir to the Viltrumite empire and some soft-hearted woman—Markus carried himself with the composure of Nolan and was a diligent worker. Calm, precise, with a carefully manicured seriousness about him, stormy eyes and that stiff upper lip; his face belied his true emotions and upon further consideration of your current station, it's should have been clear the boy had a certain... infatuation beyond wanting to perfect his fighting forms.

Hindsight being sharp as it is, there was always something about how he stared at you. Markus didn't seem he liked anyone besides his mother, Deborah, but apparently his gestures of affection were tied to acts of service—the way he'd linger after instruction, help you carry equipment to and from training rooms, all in striking silence. The company simply was. You appreciated the help, but not so much so you'd grovel for the boy, be at his beck and call, give up your job or your status just to make it up to him.

It was clear Markus viewed your relationship differently.

What you were less privy to was the extent of this... puppy crush. By the time you notice it's sprouted to more than a bud. In fact, when you laid your eyes on him for the first time, it'd already begun to bear fruit.

He must've been fourteen, pursuing the Hall of Your Betters, wandering hands feeling on the exhibits not meant to be touched.

He already had a favorite.

"I want that one."

Markus points to a statue of you that was erected soon after a platoon of your troops successfully conquered the planet Earth.

He points with the frivolousness of a kid perusing through candy or choosing his new favorite toy. Nolan laughed while Deborah's brows furrowed in confusion. "You want what, Markus?" She looked to the statue, your face captured in delicate serenity, stance imposing, strong. He points more insistently the second time, his expression blank and unchanging. "Her. I want that one. She looks strong, beautiful! Just like you, Mommy." Deborah is hardly flattered.

"Markus... you can't have her. That's not— that's not how that works." Deborah begins to laugh off the ridiculous notion, but that's where Nolan butts in between them, hand laid over Mark's shoulder with that gentle firmness he often used with Mommy.

"Well, not exactly," He begins, though he's not really looking at Mark when he says it, the placid smile on Deborah's face twisted by the ever so subtle quirk of her brow. "Anything you desire could be yours, Markus. It only depends on how hard you're willing to work for it." He gestures to the pedestal and you atop it. "She's not just anybody, son." Nolan is as familiar with you as his job requires, which means little. He is above your station but not unused to seeing your work, the stalwart soldiers you have under your command—he would consider Mark more than worthy to be one of them, though maybe it wouldn't be the highest of honor. Your hand, however? That could prove fortuitous.

Your offspring would be powerful at the very least.

"I'm sure she has plenty of potential suitors—the competition wouldn't be anything to scoff at." Deborah is looking colder, eyes darting up and down Nolan as she keeps quiet. Mark doesn't see it. He can't pry his eyes off of you. "That's a lot of work for one woman, Mark, don't you think?"

"No." Mark does that barely acknowledging glance, where his head turns but his eyes don't move. "I want that one." He says with more insistence than before. Irritation is thick in his tone. He's a microcosm of Nolan in that way, never did like repeating himself.

Nolan is fond of his conviction.

"Okay, Markus." He smiles cooly, cruelly. "I'll hold you to that, then."

Markus, frankly, didn't need the encouragement.

Markus becomes your student when he's of age and makes it his goal to know everything about you. When you rise in the day and settle down for the night, the ranking officers you've slept with—scoping out the competition—and the things that preoccupy your free time. You don't care to be so sweet with your equals, but you have a soft spot for your students, offering them a reprieve from the harsher trials of your peers. You don't pamper them. You've no interest sacrificing progress to coddle children, but your passion doesn't manifest as rage and anger as is common with your kind.

Instead, you are even. Mild-mannered and firm. Your regimen strict, but not undoable, never unfair. Markus finds it easy to respect you on that alone.

Markus finds it easy to be attracted to you too.

However, your statue in the hall doesn't cut as striking of a figure as you do—when he is to inherit the throne, he'd see to changing it to something more accurate to your likeness. You look more intimidating up close than you actually are, smile razor tipped with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. You speak fast and act even faster, your form impeccable as you spring across training grounds that eventually give way to battlefields, blood spilled bountifully in your wake. The offal of your enemies make beautiful offerings to your beloved empire.

Just as you'd make a beautiful offering to your future king.

You think it's just a puppy crush. You still smirk and wave and head out with that thing you call a Husband on your arm. You don't entertain his hypotheticals, don't find his obsession with touching you during training as amusing as he does.

He's a strong student. He would often use this to his advantage.

He manhandles you without recourse until you're all but bent over in front of your cohort of trainees. His technique is technically correct, cheek-to-floor, arm wrenched behind the back, palm to your head. The bulge pressed against you, however, is another thing entirely. It's foul opposed to flattering, especially when he insists upon moving.

He's slow, subtle with it. The gentle rolls of his hips could be confused for the strain of holding you in place, if one had an interest in willful ignorance.

Your students watch him. They watch you. They say nothing.

You notice that more and more now, how often everybody has nothing to say when that boy puts his hands on you. He's hardly lived half your lifetime and yet puts his hands on you as if he's your maker. As if his hands are those of the creators, as if he is the man who sculpted you from clay or carved you from marble, constantly smoothing over your thighs, adjusting wrinkles in your clothing, tucking hair behind your ear.

"I think you've been getting too familiar with me, Markus." It's after training, the room's been cleared. There are a few grunt officers that are supposed to be moving equipment in and out, but the room is bare today. Today, it's just you and him.

He's begun requesting—though one may argue it is not truly a request if it cannot be denied—private training sessions, though it reads more erotica than attempts at perfecting of his martial prowess. He makes you 'demonstrate' rudimentary stretches and stances that force you to contort yourself, legs up and/or spread at any given opportunity. He watches intently, though without so much as a smirk or knit in the brow. He only stares.

You hate it. Scorn it. In the millennia you've lived and more still, you would never find the words to encapsulate your distaste for the boy. That boy, who was never far behind you, vying for your favor. Back then laughing was easy. His desires held no weight when he was simply a child dreaming—a dream you hoped he'd grow out of sooner rather than later.

But now he relegates you to an entertainment. You almost preferred the mindless adoration.

"What do you mean?" He seems to perk up at that, your challenge. Because that's what it is, no? He full well knows what he's doing, he was merely waiting for you to acknowledge it. His efforts. After all, he could have had anything, anyone else.

"These sessions, for one." You push yourself up off your knees and dust yourself off. "My role is instructor. I've the credentials to lead a command and yet you... sequester me like this. What good does your selfishness serve? The empire's? Assuredly not. So why do you insist upon it. Upon this... game. One you are too old to be playing."

A ghost of a smirk tilts the corner of Mark's lips. "Too old? I don't think that's a thing; you can't outgrow fun." He steps towards you. He need not move very fast to close the distance but he does because he knows he frightens you. The boy has grown into a man. He thinks today will be the day you will see that.

"Besides, I really like this one." The room shifts. A feeling in your chest blooms that you're not wholly unfamiliar with. It is insidious, creeps up on you, cold and omnipresent. He's even closer now. You can feel his breath on your face when he leans in to whisper.

"Why do you ask? Does it bother you?" You never take your eyes off him. He's so close he could give you a kiss, he's considering it. "Do you not like me?" You can't help but smile at his gall. Truthfully, you're titillated.

It's been so long since someone challenged you to a fight.

you win cw: femdom, mark fucks you on your terms, dubious consent, fem on top, foot kink (?), sub!mark, humiliation, no reader orgasm

Men are easy.

Their reputations more often than not proceed them. Once you get past that, they're all bluff and blunder. Unsharp and unrefined.

But Markus had shown so much promise.

You're disappointed to know that even after all these lessons his skills are still so amateur, mistakes of the rookie kind, too much force and too little finesse. All of his motions are slow, stiff, predictable. His eyes don't know how to focus on you, make that switch from friend to foe and you think that's Deborah talking; she does well to remind the boy of his place.

Her correction is clearly not enough.

Teaching Markus requires a more practiced hand. You plan to give him the kind of lesson he'll never forget.

"Markus, please. Don't waste my time or your energy if you're not going to try." You're pissing him off but he can't do anything about it, gliding through the air, wind itself as you zip under his strikes and return fire.

He's surprised by your spryness. The footwork you demonstrate before the class is nothing compared to the lightning that you are on the floor. You're everywhere all at once and nowhere he wants you to be, behind him, the knuckles digging into his spine and the fingers tightened around his throat that pull him closer to you.

"Let go of me—" He's snarling at you, his fingers digging into your forearm as you push him to the ground and keep him kneeling. "Oh what? You're all over me one second, now you don't want anything to do with me. What's the matter sweetheart? Did I hurt you?" You sing sweetly, marveling the way his heart leaps into his throat. "Come on Markus. Don't go getting all soft on me now. Tell me," Your claws dig into the meat of his shoulder. "Am I everything you ever wanted or what, pup?" The pop is resounding, final.

He looks cute fucked up, licking the blood off his upper lip as he tries to get the ringing in his ears to stop.

"No. I think I like you on your knees, heir apparent. Humor me for a bit, won't you?" He's fighting you with the fury of hell, but his disadvantage is one you intend to keep, for now. "If you want a taste so bad," You let him go. "I'll give you what you want." He goes still suddenly; his pupils dilated in disbelief. He looks up, slack jawed a moment.

"Really?"

"Really, really." You cross your arms, his resolve faltering as he's eclipsed by your shadow. " But first things first. You need to help me undress." You hold your foot out to him, en pointe. "Help me out of these shoes."

"Excuse me?" You roll your eyes, exasperated. "You heard what I said. Be a good boy. Help me out of my shoes." He's apprehensive, though you can't tell if it's because he's worried someone might walk in or because he's afraid of how much he likes it, being subjugated. He obliges you, and off the shoe goes. Your toes are finely manicured, painted. Cute, just like the rest of you.

"Now spread 'em." He blanks, then squints up at you. "Your legs, man." You move him yourself when he goes too slow for your tastes, shy all the damn sudden—color you surprised.

"So quiet now..." You raise your foot to his thigh, the flexible material of his suit smooth under your sole as you keep sliding up and up and up. "Let me hear you bark, pup."

You toe the hem of the front of his uniform, the tiny square cloth caught on the tent of his trousers. You push it up and out of the way, gently stroking along the underside of his shaft.

He sucks in a breath as he watches you go along. You tease; the slow and steady application of pressure in increments too small to feel any true relief—you're torturing him. His hands go from clawing at his knees to cupping your calf, his hips bucking up against the sole of your boot as he drops all pretense and begins humping you.

You scoff at him and press your foot down. He's a slide whistle; his whining could put one of those Earth dogs to shame. "Ah ah, you don't move unless I tell you to, sweetness." You hold position until he lets you go. He leans back, looking uncomfortable putting all that power in your hands. In his eyes longing lingers that his body can't express, that you won't let him express.

"Good. Now just sit back, enjoy yourself, and let me enjoy you."

You resume your ministrations, gently massaging his cock through the thin fabric of his uniform as red scores across his cheeks, his confusion at the unique sensation mixing with reluctant arousal. His breath stutters, a damp spot where his tip kisses the fabric of its prison slowly growing. He groans when your heel brushes against his balls, mouth hanging open as he tries to focus his breathing. Then suddenly, you pull back.

"Take it out. I want to see what you have to offer me." He looks embarrassed as he goes to stand, but you're quick to stop him. "I didn't say get up. Stay right where you are. Rip your uniform off if you have to, but you do not rise until I give the order. Understood?"

He opts for the easy route; he hadn't much dignity left to lose anyway.

Markus doesn't hesitate. The sound of cloth ripping fills the room briefly before then it's skin on skin again, the sinful squish of his pre-cum sticking between your toes as slides in-between them.

He's bigger than you expected. It looks a little ridiculous on him, frankly. A boy with more dick than he knows what to do with; something about that makes the whole sordid affair so very amusing.

"What's that human expression?" You cock your head at an angle, eyes glued to his groin as you reach out again. "Thinking with your...?" You barely graze him and he's twitching, the heat of him radiating off in waves.

He's ... really into it. Tongue-out panting and everything. He almost drools on you.

"Easy boy, you keep up like that and you'll—" Warm wetness spills over the bridge of your foot, as if the world saw fit to humiliate Markus too, the balls cushioning your heel tightening ever so slightly as he cums all over you.

"Well, I tried to warn you.” You shrug.

"But that’s fine, this is the fun part," You stick your leg out, smile on your face grown cruel. "Go on Markus, clean up the mess you've made."

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"I thought you'd be more flattered, really," He grunts at you in-between thrusts, the crisp snap of his hips colliding with your ass so loud you're certain your bottom is bruised; your ego's in a similarly sorry state, but you can hardly worry about that when you're focused on keeping your voice down.

He fucks you like he hates you. Your arms are collapsed against your back, cheek-to-floor, pretty ass stuck out—Mark halfway stuck in you.

"I thought I was being courteous. Spending time with you—fuck—paying attention to you." He heaves through grit teeth, sweat trickling up his head into his hairline as he leans over you, panting. "I know everything about you, you know," He breathes you in deep, huffing so hard he might as well be high off you. "Where you go after our sessions, what you do when you're by yourself—god you're tight."

He whimpers, pulling your hips back towards his whenever you wriggle too far away from him, your slick collecting at the base of his dick as he seems to re-excite himself, ramming into your backside with enough vigor to knock the sweat off your brow, twisting your wrist behind your back so hard you worry it may break.

"—pathetic. Humping me like a dog, get off.” It's hard to speak when every other breath is being fucked out of your lungs. Wailing is beneath someone like you but your eyes are bloodshot and wet rimmed because you can't get anything you want, not a victory, not a goddamned moment of peace.

All you get is this animal in your ear and bareback, this beast of burden rutting into your ass. "I am."

Instead, you are made to present.

You thought you were stronger. Markus did not anticipate the miscalculation either—he may have overprepared—but the advantage he intended to keep. Perhaps breeding made you soft. He finds it is as easy to bruise you as it is to break you down.

You can take a punch or two or five but you cannot do it forever. You’re effortlessly outclassed and showed up by the empire’s golden boy, though the comparison feels more literal when he cracks you in the jaw and knocks it out of place. He is the gale that buffets you back, that lays your ass flat on the training mat; you’re too busy being surprised he didn’t knock you out to notice him move. You’re snapping your jaw back in place and groaning from the effort; “Skies above.” You massage your face, trying to will the pain away.

He is already behind you.

You’re catching your breath, don’t notice him, but you’re certainly going to notice him in these next few minutes. Get to know him up close and personal in fact. He pulls your head back and twists you around, and you know that if you don’t acquiesce, he’d surely snap your neck.

“What the hell are you doing, cadet?“ He laughs at your attempt at defiance.

“Oh, so I’m cadet now? I thought me and you were getting too familiar, now you’re treating me like a stranger.” It’s the happiest you’ve ever heard him, and when he pulls you up to your knees, his smirk creeps into his periphery. You think this is the first time you’ve even seen the man smile. It’d be cute in any other instance.

It is not cute when his hand cups the back of your skull, rubbing your face against his bulge. He rocks his hips back and forth, focused so entirely on that point of contact, where the skin of your cheek brushes up against his tip.

“Come on, get me hard.” You’re indignant, he is insistent.

When he has the head jabbing at the corner of your mouth you’re still being facey with him, wasting his pre-cum by smearing it on your lips and teeth. That is when he realized that this teaching method wouldn’t work for something like you. You are regretfully untamed. Ownerless. Why else would you hop from cock to cock? If you had someone that truly satisfied you in that modest hovel you called a home, you wouldn’t have popped out so many bastards with lackluster men, officers below notice.

When you’re on his arm, you’d never need or want for anything ever again. What about that did you not understand?

“What’s that thing humans say? The pupil has become the teacher?” You can’t answer with his cock blocking your esophagus, but your irritation carries a heat that comes off you in waves. It shrinks your pupils pin-small in the pool of your iris, but he can’t take you seriously when you’re like that; when you’re on your knees making those same noises you’d made for those other men. You bob your head up and down as quick as he wants you to, lips puffed up pretty, no moment of rest in between. His dick never leaves your mouth.

Saliva bubbles at the corners of your mouth as he uses your throat to keep his cock warm, infinitely amused by the magic that is your mouth.

You just make dick disappear. Hardly even gag.

“… it’s better than I imagined…”

He whispers so quietly you can’t hear it, not over the sound of your sopping wet mouth, slurping like your life depends on it (and maybe it does).

Don’t even get him started on your pussy. Straight platinum.

You are not similarly impressed, however. He's all brute, blunder and bumble, the sensuality you carefully engrained in your partners entirely absent.

You’d wager Markus has no experience at all.

All you feel is a boy who wishes to don the cape of his father but finds it is ill fitting. All that dick and he doesn't know what he's doing with it. It is embarrassing.

Even more so that you lost to the likes of this wretched thing.

Bust capillaries paint you blue-purple-black where he has this killer grip on your hip, pulling you back to him with the ferocity of a man who has been led to water after centuries of drought, a feast for a man starved his whole life. He’s bruising your guts and he won’t let you get away from it, just going in and in and in and—

“Just cum in me,” Your vision goes white as his tip kisses your cervix and your mind is in such a sorry state you can hardly get the words out, “Just cum in me already, you bastard.” He says nothing, balls battering your clit making your mind fuzzy and eyes cross.

You can sense it though, the change in his breathing, the staccato rhythm of hips. Stutter, stop. You think he likes it when you beg.

Typical…

You pitch your voice up, clench down around him and hear him groan and gasp.

“Cum in me, please.” He’s breathing heavier, panting. You can feel his drool on the small of your back where he’s torn your uniform, the fucking pig.

His hips crack against yours with force that suggests finality, his grip on your wrist easing up. "Almost," He whispers under his breath, speed supersonic. "Just be patient."

A few more minutes pass. Or has it been hours? You can't tell from the lack of windows, but you can't feel your ass and you don’t remember the last time you could.

But eventually, it happens.

Without ceremony, just as abrupt as this whole thing began—his hips slot comfortably against your backside and he holds you to him, voice run ragged as he moans.

"Stay right there. Don't move." You comply, though it's not like you had a choice, not really. You feel him tense behind you a moment, then he cums. It's a lot. Too much, a cherry on top of the torment when he keeps his hold on you firm, unwilling to pull out.

"Finally," He says himself, acknowledging you only when you try to slide off. He smacks your ass so hard you know he bruised it.

"What did I tell you about moving?" You're aggravated, but exhausted, couldn't fight him on it no matter how hard you tried.

"Uppity doesn’t quite suit you, you know. But I had fun, putting you in your place." You can still hear that ingratiating smile in his voice as his hand absently gropes at you.

"You won't give me this much trouble when I'm Emperor, will you?"

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Nation's Little Slut

Lee Jieun (IU) x Male Reader (+4 more guys)

Legends Special Edition

Tags: airtight, anal, belt spanking, blowbang, bukkake, degrading, double penetration, fire, gangbang, gape, inverted facefucking, mouth/nose covering, object stuffing, pet play, (lots of) piss, rough sex, spanking, suspension, toilet sex, upside down, vibrator

Word count: 5872

To the general public, IU cultivates a bright, cute, and innocent image, letting her amazing talents do the talking and conquering audiences through her songs, earning the nickname of "Nation's Little Sister" over the course of the years.

Behind closed doors, however, things are much different.

"I've been waiting for a while to do this; I feel my birthday is the perfect day for this special performance," IU says as she orders the cleaning of her ample studio before her special event takes place.

IU is a little anxious, but at the same time, extremely excited to take on this challenge, as she welcomes you and your crew to the studio while on her knees. "Good morning, guys," she says. "Good morning, birthday girl. Are you ready for something special?" you reply to her, asking IU a question. "Of course, I'm more than ready," IU answers, albeit deep in her heart she isn't exactly fully ready.

"Shall we start?" you ask IU. "Of course, do it as you want," she answers. The guys surround her, smiling as they look at IU's small frame. You grab her neck, pushing her up as your crew quickly rips her outfit apart, making IU moan. One of the guys already takes her bra off, leaving IU with just her panties and her sneakers on.

"Are you sure you guys aren't going too fast?" IU asks. "No, now go slow and get on your knees," you tell her. IU obliges, dropping on her knees at your commands. "You'll like it; you're 32," you say to her, referencing one of her biggest hits but changing her age to her current one. "Get ready to blow these five birthday candles," you then continue.

IU smiles as she sees the crew of guys pulling their cocks down their pants. Five huge candles—no better birthday gift than this to the nation's little sister. Well, today she won't be it; she'll rather be vying for a different title: the nation's little slut. Heck, maybe the nation's biggest slut.

The first cock soon finds IU's mouth, quickly making her gag as she already gets her face fucked. "You're going to take every single one of them like a good girl," you say to her, coming from behind and grabbing her tits as IU gets her beautiful face plowed. "Many more to come," you say, the next guy grabbing her small head and going even harder.

"Use all your hands, get those dicks hard," you command IU, who sucks and jerks off all the cocks that come in her sight. "Keep going, blow those candles," you tell her as your cock finally finds her mouth for her first time. IU tries to keep a fast pace, you slapping your cock against her tongue as she keeps switching between sucking and jerking off all those cocks, you now slapping your shaft in her hair.

"Don't stop," you keep commanding IU as she gags on all those five massive cocks. "That's good, but I know you can take it deeper," you say to her as you grab IU's small head and shove your shaft deep in her throat, pushing her limits. "Wow, you can really take a cock like a champ," you say to IU, praising her deepthroat skills as she holds your cock for quite a long time in her mouth, following suit as she deepthroats the other guys.

The longer the blowbang goes, the better IU gets. "That's the noise we wanna hear," you say as IU makes gagging sounds, her tits getting groped as she just can't stop sucking those big cocks. "Keep opening that mouth," you command her, IU now taking the poundings on her face with such ease.

You and your crew slap your cocks in IU's sexy face. "Keep your eyes open," you say as the five shafts hit her from all directions. IU feels amazing, watching all those hard poles ready for her and feeling like a goddess worshipped by a bunch of horny men. She goes for a no-hands blowjob, bobbing her head in each shaft before you shove yours down her throat like a sword. She takes it with ease and then rubs your shaft all over her pretty face, continuing to deepthroat all the guys countless times.

"That slut is incredible; no wonder she has the whole country in the palm of her hands," you say, praising IU's incredible cock-sucking skills. "Don't stop, get those cocks wet for your pussy and ass," you say to her, IU following it to perfection as she rotates, gagging on each cock. "That's what I wanna see," you praise her one more time as she keeps going back and forth between all those cocks.

You grab IU's head, making her go from one cock to another, enjoying the hot sounds coming from her mouth as she sucks all of them. The guys jerk themselves off, enjoying as IU gets crazier and crazier. "Come on, get that dick, don't choke," you tell IU, fucking her face. "That's what I'm talking about," you say as she handles it with ease, your shaft bulging under her cheeks.

"Make her gag," you say as one guy fucks IU's face. Another one holds her nose, but IU seems to just be gag-proof; she was truly born to take cocks. As many as possible, not even flinching as she keeps moving from one cock to another. "Come on, baby," you say, slapping IU's ass as the blowbang keeps going.

"I think it's finally time," you say as you get ready to move to the next round. If it depended just on IU, she could go all day blowing those candles, but that was just the warm-up. You grab a rope from your suitcase, getting IU up and grabbing her neck. "Are you ready to be our little bitch?" you ask her.

IU gets stripped naked, keeping only her socks and sneakers on. You wrap the rope all over her body, putting her upside down with the rope tied to a support in the ceiling. Her tits get a special treatment, as they get crushed between lots and lots of rope, popping out beautifully. Finally, you attach a massive Hitachi vibrator to her pussy to stimulate her as she gets suspended upside down, all the blood of her body rushing to her head.

Speaking of heads where all the body's blood is rushing to, you and your crew of guys are hungrier than ever, your cocks ready to use Korea's most famous slut even further. IU starts moaning, trying to move as her body is completely immobilized. She looks down at the floor, a little scared, but doesn't even have time to react as you grab her body through a piece of rope wrapped around her navel and shove your cock straight down her mouth.

IU's body moves as you slowly stick your cock in her mouth, getting on your knees and grabbing her tits as you fuck her face, enjoying the gagging sounds of her mouth. "Come on, guys," you say, inviting the rest of the crew to do the same, laughing as each guy that comes next fucks her face even harder. "Look at the sounds, she really likes it," you say as the face-fucking session picks up some steam, all the guys surrounding IU jerking their cocks off waiting for their turns.

"There you go," you say as one of the guys shakes his cock inside IU's mouth, making her drop some saliva to the floor. "Yes, baby, spit all over those cocks," you tell her. "Stick that tongue out," you then follow as you take another turn in her mouth.

One of the guys lies on the floor and starts pumping his cock upwards into IU's mouth. "Damn, you guys are really using her," you say, laughing and enjoying IU getting her face plowed from down low. "Already training to fuck that pussy?" you ask, jerking your cock off to the scene as IU takes a nice throat pounding.

You decide to go next, trying that same position but a little slower. Saliva comes out of IU's mouth as your cock hits the perfect spots inside her warm hole, trying to push deeper and making her gag. She sticks her tongue out as you pull out a bit before resuming as you grab her head and attack her throat as if you were attacking her pussy.

The guys rotate as they give IU a very unusual unusualface-fuck session. You slap your cock against the entrance of her pussy, enjoying a bit of the massage the vibrator gives her. You then eat it out as you get on your knees and fuck her face at the same time, using your tongue as a supplement for the vibrator while spanking her ass.

IU keeps gagging on your friend's cocks and getting her face fucked while you play with the vibrator around her pussy. "Fuck, that's a good girl," you praise her as she drops more saliva onto the studio's floor. You rub your cock against her face. "Put that tongue out," you tell her. "How does it taste?" you ask her, but her answer is just a bunch of unintelligible sounds.

"We got more things lined up for you, little girl," you say do IU as you put an end to the facefucking session, turning her face red with another push of your cock deep in her throat, IU sticking her tongue afterwards as she loses a bit of her air.

"You're gonna love what we have in store next for you, girl," you say to IU. "Are you ready to get fucked hard?" you ask her. "Yes, sir," she answers. "I can't hear you, say it louder," you reply. "Yes, sir," IU says, raising her tone before you shut her up with your cock. You adjust the rope's position, putting her back facing the right direction, but spreading her legs wide open in a full split, tying them up to the ceiling of the studio as her pussy is now ripe for the taking.

IU moves her feet a bit, the only part of her body not completely immobilized. She looks down to her pussy and then in the direction of your crew, moaning a bit, the dark skin surrounding her throbbing clitoral area contrasting with her pale skin. You get close to her, putting your hands in her pussy and making her moan. "That's so beautiful," you say as your friends fight for every inch of her body like a bunch of horny demons surrounding a goddess.

You take first dibs on IU's pussy. To your surprise, she's quite tight, her pussy still feeling like new despite her already being in her 30s. "Hmmm, hmmm," she softly moans as you give your first thrusts inside. "Let's go, guys, get that pussy," you say as you give room for the next guy, who already comes pumping her pussy hard. "Good girl," you say to IU, getting behind her and choking her and groping her tits.

IU lets out a couple of muffled moans as her suspended body swings with the hard thrusts your crew gives her. One guy after another, they all get a piece of her tight pussy, IU doing everything in her power to take it like a champ. "OHHHHHH," she screams, closing her eyes as one cock hits her cervix. You take your turn next. "Open your eyes," you command her. "AHHHHH, YEAH," IU screams, the heat in her pussy turning up as you attack her even harder.

IU's pussy keeps getting passed around. "AHHHH, AHHH, AHHH," she moans, getting choked as she gets fucked, having no control over her body as one horny dude after another keeps going inside her. And that's just the beginning.

You grab a stool and slide your body under IU's, shoving your cock inside her asshole. "FUCKKK," she screams as her tight butthole gets impaled by your massive meat. "AHHHHH," she screams, you already pumping hard upwards from the get-go. "Open that ass," you tell her.

Another dude comes in and stuffs IU's pussy, double penetrating her for the first time. "YES, YES, YES," she screams, a little overwhelmed by the pair of cocks splitting her in half. "AHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH," she continues to scream, closing her eyes as you anchor a hot DP, pumping her ass nonstop until the next guy finds his way into her pussy, which is already completely wide open. "Fuck, you've got such a nice tight ass," you tell IU as the DP continues.

IU grinds her teeth as she keeps getting choked and double stuffed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she says repeatedly. "Come on baby girl," you say, letting another guy anchor the DP now and taking your cock in her pussy. All IU can do is moan and close her eyes. "RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, YES, YES, YES, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM," she begs as your cock makes her pussy squirt for the same time.

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE, GIVE ME MORE," IU continues to beg as your crew only ramps up the intensity of the DP. "FUCKKKK," she loudly screams, getting treated like a fleshlight whose only purpose is to get stuffed from all sides. You and your guys keep taking turns, another dude now taking the anchor role. "OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," IU keeps repeating.

"You need more cock, slut?" you ask IU. "Yes, I do," she answers as the cocks keep going in and out of her eyes. "Come on, baby, open your legs," you say as you take another turn in her cunt. "AHHHH YES," she screams, you making her body bounce like crazy. "Oh shit, that's so much cock," she says, and you guys seem determined not to stop. The more "fucks" that come from IU's filthy mouth, the harder you and your friends fuck her.

"MORE, MORE, I WANT MORE," IU begs as she gets double stuffed. "Are you ready to cum?" you ask her, the whole switcheroo still going harder than ever. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," IU curses, you groping her tits and choking her as she gets stuffed, treating her like a ragdoll.

"Do you wanna cum?" you ask IU again. "YES, I DO, PLEASE, MAKE ME FUCKING CUM," she screams as you shove your hands in her pussy, making her squirt. "Are you cumming?" you ask her. "YES, SIR, I'M CUMMING," she answers, making it rain all over your cock while the other guy takes a couple of hard stabbings in her butthole.

"AHHHHHH," IU screams as her legs tremble and her body convulses into a hard orgasm. You come in and fuck her ass one final time, providing what would be the end of that suspended DP session as IU screams with her holes extremely sensitive now. Her formerly pale skin now turns completely red as she gets utterly ragdolled, truly earning the nickname of nation's little slut. "Is that what you like?" you ask her. "YES, SIR, I LOVE BEING USED LIKE A FUCKTOY," she answers.

After a few more turns from you and your friend in her pussy, you finally take IU out of her suspended position. She's so wasted she can't even stand on her feet when she gets back on the floor. "It isn't over yet," you say to her.

"You like it rough, don't you? You like being punished, little slut?" you ask her. "Yes, I love being punished like the good slut I am; that's the perfect birthday gift you guys are giving to me," IU says. "Good, I love using you like a bitch too," you reply to her.

You grab IU's neck one more time, fingering her pussy as you start spanking her whole body. "Hmmmm," she moans as you get rougher with her. "I'm ready to punish you even further, you fucking slut," you say, covering her eyes and pushing her towards another guy, who spanks her tits.

"Get your ass up," you tell IU, as one of the guys brings a belt from your suitcase, IU getting hit hard by it. "OHHHHH," she screams with a smile on her face. You grab the belt, using it to tie her arms up, and another guy stretches her mouth, and another one spanks her boobs. You bend IU over, ready for her to get spit roasted in a standing position. "Arch that ass," you tell her.

You tie IU's fingers with a piece of toilet paper. "You're gonna burn, bitch," you tell IU, grabbing a lighter and lighting up the paper. She tries to run, a little scared. "Ask for a cock before your hands are on fire," you tell her. "Please, please, give me a cock," she begs, feeling scared.

IU keeps begging as the fire keeps burning the paper. "Beg harder," you tell her. "PLEASE, PLEASE, GIVE ME A COCK," she screams, you finally shoving her face against a cock. "Good girl," you tell her, switching a tied-up IU between the shafts of your friends. "Who got the best cock in the room?" you ask her. "You, sir," she answers.

"Then suck it," you tell IU, shoving your balls in her face and fucking it hard as you spank her body. Your crew surrounds her, IU getting all the cocks slapping in her face once again as she starts losing her breath. You grab her hair and hold her nose, IU getting another round of facefucking as her face turns redder and redder.

"May I have your cock, please, sir?" IU asks, begging. "I can't hear you," you say to her. "MAY I HAVE YOUR COCK, PLEASE, SIR?" she asks. You stuff your cock in her mouth for more deepthroating, hitting her tits as you plow her face.

IU bends just enough to leave the room open for one of your guys to shove his cock in her pussy, you keeping your feet in her back as she gets fucked. "Rule number one: face down, ass up. Please stay like that, you fucking little cunt," you instruct her. "AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHH," she screams and smiles as she gets her ass spanked hard.

IU drops further to the floor, going from her position with both her hands and feet planted on the floor to completely on her knees. "Get on your knees and kiss my feet," you tell her, IU obliging as she gets pounded hard in her pussy. You take full control of her, grabbing her panties and shoving them down her mouth, muffling her moans as you attack her pussy in a mating press position, one of your friends stomping her head with his feet.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hnmm," IU moans with her panties in her mouth. You pound her pussy hard, spanking her whole body too and spitting on her whole. You pull out and then take her panties from her mouth to her pussy. "A useless cunt for a useless cunt," you say to her, shoving your cock in her asshole next.

"AH FUCK," IU screams as she gets anally penetrated. "YES, YES, PLEASE FUCK MY ASS," she begs, you taking it really hard as IU stays with her legs over her head. You shut her mouth with your hands, spanking her body as you shove her panties deeper in her pussy.

"It's an anal buffet, guys, only in the ass, please," you command to the guys as they take turns inside IU's butthole, quickly getting it very gaped and used up. "OH FUCK," she screams as she gets treated like a fuckdoll. "THAT'S IT, FUCK ME HARDER," she begs. "Shut the fuck up," you tell her, shutting her mouth as one of your friends vigorously fucks IU in her ass.

The anal pounding keeps going. "MORE," IU begs as her pink anus gets abused nonstop. "We're gonna spread that ass wide open; you're not gonna shit for a whole week," you promise to her. IU only closes her eyes and takes the heat, her face redder than a jalapeño at this point. You grab another piece of toilet paper and try to shove it inside her pussy. "Damn, it's so tight I'm struggling to fit in alongside your stupid panties," you say to her.

You lit the piece of toilet paper on fire. "Guys, we are fucking her so good her pussy is on fire," you announce. IU gets scared as the fire slowly approaches her vaginal entrance as you pound her ass. "What is your best hole?" you ask her. "My fucking asshole," IU answers.

You take the toilet paper out just as the fire approaches IU's pussy. "Please fuck my asshole," she begs, another guy taking his turn on her now and spanking her hard. "AH, AH, AH, AH, YES, YES," she screams, him choking her and hitting her face and legs nonstop. You go next, shoving IU's hair in her face and covering her mouth for another round of rough anal before grabbing it and putting her on all fours for more ass-fucking.

"Please, please, use my asshole," IU begs as she gets a nice pounding that makes her little tits bounce while you take her ass in an animalesque doggy-style position, hitting it fast and hard. You mount on top of her, stomping on her head as she gets anally destroyed.

You drop IU to the floor, and one of your friends slides immediately under her body, sticking his cock in her pussy. You waste no time and take your cock in her ass, spanking her back as IU gets back to being double penetrated, but this time another cock also fills her mouth, making her go airtight.

"You look so stupid with all these cocks in your holes," you mock IU as you stuff her ass hard. The guy at the bottom grabs her body, pushing it in his direction as he pumps her pussy hard. You tease IU, getting your cock in and out of her ass multiple times. "HMMM, HMMM, HMMM, HMMM," she moans while gagging on another dude's cock before they suddenly turn into hard screams as he pulls his cock out to jerk off a little to the scene.

The cowgirl DP keeps going for a while. "OH FUCK, AHH, AH, AH, YES," IU screams, her mouth quickly getting shut as she goes airtight a little more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you can hear her screaming with a cock stuffed in her mouth as you pound her ass hard while her face gets stuffed too.

You grab IU by the piece of rope still tied on her body, using it to control her. "Tell me who's your boss, you fucking slut," you say to her. "It's you, sir," IU says as it gets muffled in her mouth. Soon, you pull out of IU's ass, watching as your crew takes care of her and stuffs both her holes. You now get in front of her, but instead of stuffing her mouth with your massive cock, you decide to shove another piece of toilet paper in her mouth, toying with her as this time you threaten to set it on fire but ultimately decide not to.

You enjoy IU's muffled moans as she keeps getting double stuffed, watching your crew make good work of her used-up fuckholes. IU gets disciplined hard, her getting treated like a pet. "Come on, bitch," you say, spanking her ass and finally shoving your cock in her mouth.

"OH FUCK," IU screams as one guy shoves his cock hard in her ass. You just pull yours out of her mouth, spanking it and leading her to make some weird sounds before you shove it back inside, enjoying the loud screams. IU now lets out every time a new cock gets inside your asshole, your hard meat in her mouth unable to stop her. "OHHHHH SHIT," she continues to scream, one guy after another taking turns in her ass, the lucky guy in her pussy just pumping it for a good 10 minutes right now. "Come on, bitch, scream for us," you tell her as you laugh at her being used like a fuck toy. "FUCK," IU then screams. "Fuck what?" you ask her. "MY PUSSY, MY ASS, MY MOUTH, EVERYTHING, I'M A USELESS CUNT, A STUPID SEX DOLL," she proclaims.

"Flip her around," you tell the guys as they just can't seem to stop manhandling IU in a cowgirl DP. After so much fucking, hitting, and spanking in her stupid holes, IU is completely numb, taking a little time to turn around as she puts her legs up and gets her ass pumped from down low now. "Quicker," you command her. You can't resist her enticing, wide-open cunt popping out, and you quickly stuff it full of your cock.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," IU moans as she gets stuffed in a reverse cowgirl DP now. Another dude sticks his cock in her mouth, getting the nation's little slut fully airtight. "I can't hear anything," you say as IU's moans get muffled, the guys using every inch of her body to please themselves, one dude jerking himself off using her feet, another one rubbing his cock in her hair.

"Right there, right there," IU commands as she keeps getting double-stuffed. "Open it up," you command as the guys now take turns in her very used-up pussy. IU just moans softly, taking all these cocks like a champion. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," she repeatedly moans, fingering herself and getting ready to cum.

"Come on, cum on these cocks," you tell IU as she starts to get increasingly more sensitive. "Yes, yes, please, make me fucking cum," she begs, you touching her tits while she gets pounded by two of your studs. You wrap the belt around IU's neck, treating her like your pet as she gets stuffed full of cocks.

"Open your mouth, you stupid cunt," you say to IU, stuffing your cock in it and spanking her body as she gets put under a full nelson while getting double stuffed. "AHHHHH," she screams, you quickly shutting her up with your cock as her face turns redder and redder, you enjoying her muffled moans all over your cock as you grab her head and fuck her face.

You keep spanking IU's face as the guy fucking her pussy also chokes her. You then cover her mouth, trying to take IU's air as much as possible. The DP keeps going harder and harder; IU turned into a fuck doll as your crew rotates inside her pussy like a buffet.

You decide to take your turn in IU's pussy as well. "What am I doing to it?" you ask her. "Fucking it while I get fucked in the ass," she answers. "You look so stupid getting stuffed like that," you mock her. "AHHHHHH," IU screams, you pinching her tits and fucking her pussy harder and deeper than everybody else.

"Come on, guys, one last round in her ass," you say as you get on the floor next. "Come here too and sit on this cock," you tell IU, pumping her hard from down low as she tries to ride it. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she screams as she gets pounded, the guys coming from behind and stuffing her ass. "FUCK," IU keeps screaming, but quickly goes airtight again. She's been fucked for a while now and can barely say any words besides cursing as she keeps getting stuffed full of cock from all sides.

"AHHHHH YES, YES, YES," IU keeps screaming as both your cock in her pussy and one of your crew in her ass pound her hard. "What do you say, slut?" you ask her. "Thank you, sir," she answers, almost collapsing as her holes get more and more gaping. You attack her pussy nonstop, making her moan like a bitch as the cock-in-the-ass rotation also keeps going. "AHHHHHH," she continues to scream. "Come on, be a good girl," you say to her.

"Say it again, bitch," you command full obedience from IU. "Thank you for using my fucking holes," IU answers. "I can't hear it, bitch," you reply. "THANK YOU FOR USING MY FUCKING HOLES," she screams loud and clear. "Yes, that's what I wanna hear; you deserve a reward for that," you say.

"Open your mouth, you filthy cunt, get on your knees and get ready to take your reward," you say as you give the green light for one of your friends to grab IU's hair and take her out of the DP. IU closes her eyes as you grab a permanent marker and start writing on her forehead. "Look at you, a stupid cumslut waiting for all that cum," you tell her as the word "SLUT" gets drawn on her forehead.

"Let's make it clear what you are," you say to IU as you finish writing it. "Now tell us what you want," you continue. "I want some cum, please," she begs. "Please, please, cum in my face, give me all that hot cum, please," she continues to beg on her knees.

IU keeps begging as your crew starts jerking their cocks off close to her face. "All over my face, please, give it to me," she says as the first rope of semen covers her face. You put toilet paper in her mouth, lighting it up as you make her beg for the next load, IU asking for it with her mouth getting muffled as she receives another pair of shots in her face. "Oh, thank you," she says, one guy slapping his cock on her face.

"Lick what dropped to the floor before you get mine," you command to IU. As she licks the cum from the other guy, you surprise her from behind, fucking her in the ass one final time. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK," she screams as you drill her hard for about 10 seconds before turning her in your direction. One more guy ejaculates in her face. "Oh yeah, more cum for me," she says, celebrating, before you prove to her that the best was saved for last, giving her an enormous blast of sperm right in her eyes.

"I think that's it for today, guys," you say as you take a picture of IU's bukkaked face, all the cocks surrounding it proud of their work. The other guys leave, you staying alongside IU in the room and telling her a few words.

"We aren't done yet; we have to clean it up," you say to her.

"I can do that," IU answers you. "No, you didn't understand; I'll be the one cleaning it up," you tell her. "What do you mean?" she asks. "I'll show you," you answer.

You drag IU using the belt on her neck. "Come here, my stupid little pet," you say to her. IU crawls across her studio, you laughing at her as you arrive at the bathroom. "Suck it," you tell her, IU bobbing her head on your cock and spitting on it to get it hard again.

You open the toilet lid, making IU stare down at it. She sticks her tongue out, giving you the green light as you pee on it. You urinate on the toilet, IU trying to catch a bit of your pee raining down, before you get behind her and fuck her ass doggystyle, IU on all fours as you grab the belt and start using her like your pet.

"I love fucking that ass," you tell her. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," she starts screaming. You increase your pace, groaning like an animal. IU gets pounded so hard she can barely stand on her feet, her cheeks clapping nonstop. You shove her pretty face down the toilet, trapping it with the lid as you flush the toilet down with her face in it, rubbing your cock in her face to show her your ownership of her, before peeing a little bit more and shoving her face down one more time, bringing it back to grab IU through the mouth as you pound her like an animal.

You sit on the toilet, pushing IU's face against your cock as you make her deepthroat it. IU promptly gags, barely able to breathe after being fucked so rough. "You need more cleaning," you say to her, letting IU briefly eat her ass before you grab the toilet paper, shove it in her head, and fuck her against it.

"FUCK MY ASSHOLE," IU screams so loudly you can hear it through the toilet paper in her mouth as you fuck her while she's on all fours. You remove the paper, putting one of her legs in the shower's support and attacking her ass hard. I'm completely numb after so much rough pounding. "Oh, fuck," is all she can say as you hold her nose while fucking her and then stretch her mouth.

"Thank you for using my fucking asshole, sir," IU says as you sit on the toilet seat and let her ride your cock a bit before fingering her pussy and making her squirt. "Cum, cum, cum," you say, slapping her cunt a couple times and enjoying her squirt.

You drag IU back to her studio, you bending her over as you fuck her hard in the ass. "Spread, keep that ass open," you tell her. You mount on top of her and stomp on her pretty face, punishing her for being a stupid slut. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," is all she can say; each thrust for her now is a pain in the ass, her hole completely sore. You grab her hair, manhandling her like an animal, before shoving her to the ground and attacking her ass nonstop in a hard drilling that almost breaks IU in half. "AHHHHHH YES," she screams as she gets pounded into oblivion.

"OH SHIT, OH SHIT," IU continues to scream as the pounding keeps going. "Oh shit, what?" you mock her, tightening the grip of the belt on her neck as she gets anally drilled like a sex doll, her hair getting pulled hard.

"Get back on your feet and show me your camera," you say to IU as you reference her ass, her obliging and spreading it and showing you her massive gape after so much fucking. You direct her towards the mirror as you enjoy seeing the view of her gaped asshole. She then winks her gape for you just as you point your cock to her spread ass, peeing on her gape and making her moan as you turn it into your personal urinal.

"Now turn around, get on your knees," you tell IU, pissing all over her face next and cleaning any remnants of cum and ink from her face. "Now you're fully clean," you say as IU opens her mouth to catch some of it, you peeing so hard you cover her whole body full of your yellow liquid.

"Happy birthday. I guess that's it for today; the U in IU now stands for urinal," you say as you finally get yourself ready to leave her studio.

"Yes, baby, you can come back any time to my studio and turn me into your urinal," IU says.

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