#jiu smut

[smuttysabina]

Drunk on Love With Dreamcatcher

(Male Reader x Dreamcatcher, 5.2k Words) Tags: Group sex, Multiple sex partners, Everyone gets some, Everyone is also sloppy drunk, Dear lord these girls can drink, Don't worry though, they would fuck you even if they were sober, Also rampant lesbianism, Oh yeah, the girls are getting it on too, Multiple positions, Not enough hydration, Remember kids, drinking is bad!

The lovely ladies of Dreamcatcher chatter and giggle as they sit around you, teasing and gossiping as they guzzle their potent drinks. Flanked by a gregarious Jiu and Siyeon, you tentatively sip at your own wine, as the seven idols mostly ignore you as they grow ever more sleazy and boisterous as the night goes on. The girls cuddle and tickle one another, jostling against you as they spasm and laugh at each other's rough horseplay; even the introverts of the bunch start to join in the fun as well! All the while your own glass slowly empties, whilst Dreamcatcher's are drained repeatedly, burning through bottles of beer, wine, soju, and even harder options. You stare forlornly at your crotch, hoping the girls you love so much will not notice the undying bulge in your pants. Then suddenly Yoohyeon's tits are out, as she yanks her shirt up to reveal her perky breasts and wiggles them enticingly at the other girls who howl and cheer in encouragement. The protrusion in your pants only grows more painfully large, how did a poor Insomnia like you end up in this delicious hell?

You had been overjoyed after winning the contest at the meet and greet, one lucky Dreamcatcher fan would get to celebrate the girl's seventh anniversary as a group with them, and that fortuitous fan had been you. So after a tortuous week that seemed to drag on for eternity, you had been allowed entry into the hallowed Dreamcatcher Company building. Led up the stairs to their living room, the girls had arrayed themselves around a U-shaped couch there and greeted you cheerfully. Bubbly Yoohyeon, troublesome Handong, mischievous Sua, bratty Gahyeon, aloof Dami, sultry Siyeon, and kindly Jiu; all of them beaming and waving for you to join them. The table before the Dreamies is covered with alcohol, glasses, and snacks, there is barely enough room to contain the sprawling cityscape of glass. You greet each girl in turn, bowing and shaking their hand before you squeeze in on the edge between Jiu and SIyeon, who smile reassuringly at you. A staff member takes several photos of you with them, as the girls pose in silly or sexy ways for the countless fans who were unable to join them for this event while you sit there with rigid awkwardness. Then the staff bow themselves out of the room, but leave a camera to live stream the festivities. Which go about as you might expect, Dreamcatcher modestly drinking as they joke and chat with their fans on the live stream, politely including you in the conversation when needed but mostly leaving to your own devices as a prop for their fans to project onto. After about an hour of stressful boredom, the girls wave goodbye to the camera and turn off the stream; it's time for the real celebration to begin.

Away from the judgmental eyes of the public, Dreamcatcher is able to let loose in a manner that seems altogether familiar to them. The girls throw back their drinks as if it were water, with Sua and Gahyeon especially keen on drowning themselves in alcohol. Now their banter is far more ribald and lewd, with so many innuendos and inside jokes you are unable to understand half of what they are talking about. Jiu nicely tries to keep you engaged, but as the bedlam continues she soon ends up mostly neglecting you once more; Siyeon didn't even bother chatting with you much aside from some humorous flirting. But as the night wears on, the girls grow ever more lascivious in their touch and games, with the lightweights of the group becoming flushed and indecent in their mannerisms. Handong, sprawled against Sua, dares Yoohyeon to flash her tits; and that was how you found yourself goggling at Yoohyeon's boobs as she shakes them about to the jeers and laughter of her friends. Your boner straining the fabric of your pants.

Sua lurches upright and latches onto Yoohyeon's breasts, groping them lewdly before sliding her hands down her toned abs to Yooh's perky ass; who moans outrageously at the other idol's attentions. The other girls titter and cheer at the pair's antics, and soon Handong, who was forced backward from Sua's rushing body, takes her own revenge and mauls Sua's vulnerable ass in turn. The triplet then collapse back onto the couch in a flurry of squeals, accidentally bumping into Gahyeon who squawks loudly in protest as her beer sloshes out onto her lap. She slaps at the squirming mass of idol flesh in protest, before standing up in indignation as she notices the size of the stain on her pants. Huffing in annoyance, she strips off her pants and underwear and tosses them aside before plopping back down again and refilling her glass. Your jaw drops at this casual stripping, Gahyeon's smooth pussy had been an arms length away from your face, and the rest of Dreamcatcher had hardly even blinked. Dami though seemed to have noticed, as her hand starts to stroke against the maknae's exposed thigh, causing her to roll her eyes and playfully drive her off with loud kisses. Meanwhile the chaotic three seemed to have devolved into an extremely sloppy make-out session, as clothes were tossed aside with careless abandon. Soon the other girls were pulling their outfits off as well, and before your brain can fully process the fact you are surrounded by seven fully naked idols; leaving you the only one covered.

Eventually the cuddle puddle at the other end of the couch dissolves, and Dreamcatcher return to their drinking and joking, though now with a blatantly sexual tone overlaying their conversations. You continue to nurse your single glass, still unable to believe that your favorite idols were completely nude, bodies on fully display for you to feast your eyes upon. Gradually however, you started to notice that someone else was watching the girls as avidly as you, and was reacting in about the same way. Dami was surreptitiously playing with herself, her face becoming ever more flushed as she grows quiet and withdrawn; focused upon her own pleasure. Not that her masturbation session goes unnoticed, evidently this was a common occurrence at Dreamcatcher parties because Siyeon and Gahyeon start to kiss and suck on her neck. They fondle Dami's breasts and stroke her quivering thighs, naughtily whispering encouragement to her as she approaches her climax. Dami groans huskily as she spasms, her pussy emitting a wet sloshing noise as she fingers her drooling hole. The other Dreamies cheer at the sight, lewdly touching themselves to spur her on to yet another orgasm which leaves Dami shuddering with delight. Gahyeon turns away from the spasming pervert and is soon locked in an intense kiss with Handong, who wastes no time in working the maknae's breasts like udders. Meanwhile Siyeon had returned to her original position next to you, though she was now far closer than before, as was Jiu. The pair's hands covertly find their ways onto your thighs, staring at the other girls as they roam your legs. Jiu suddenly beams and looks at you as her fingers curl around your cock, her gentle eyebrows raised in mock surprise.

Then a hand turns your head and your lips are forced against Siyeon's as she lets out a sultry growl, leaving Jiu to haul your pants down and unveiling your erection. Her gentle fingers are soon wrapped around your manhood as she slowly strokes it, kissing your neck as she awaits her turn. You moan as Siyeon expertly devours you, her tongue roaming your mouth and hungrily pressing against your own; the combined stimulation enough to make your cock leak. Siyeon breaks things off with an intense stare before turning your head back to Jiu who greets you with a much more gentle kiss. Siyeon's hand joins Jiu's, and they stroke you together, taking turns to ravish your mouth until your head is spinning with desire. At one point they both get up to smother your face with their modest breasts, squishing and rubbing them against you, they laugh when you start to lick and kiss their flesh; patting your head affectionately. Eventually Siyeon breaks things off, and descends upon your upraised cock, taking it in her warm mouth. Your hips buck as she skillfully sucks you off, her tongue dancing along your shaft while she easily takes your length down her throat. Jiu leans back to enjoy the show, slowly rubbing at her pussy and allowing you to take stock of the rest of the girls. Gahyeon and Sua are doing shots together, while the lightweights Handong and Yoohyeon and blearily fingering one another as Dami takes her turn sucking on their perky tits. Gahyeon burps loudly as she spots you watching, before fixing you with a desirous stare and squeezing her breasts together pointedly. Sua notices her drinking partner's distraction, and joins in the fun, bending over seductively and spreading her cheeks so you can see her glistening folds.

Your balls are only beginning to pulsate from the overstimulating sight before, but Siyeon pulls off immediately, grandly declaring that your first load should go in their leader's pussy. The rest of Dreamcatcher howl their agreement, as Jiu scoots over and sits on your lap, your member bending up against her soggy slit. She grinds on you a little bit, before sitting up and smoothly mounting you, slowly sliding your manhood inside of the warm confines of her pussy. The Dreamies clap and shout encouragement, though your view is mostly blocked by Jiu's toned back so you are spared the more titillating visual support the girls were offering. Then Jiu lets out a soft gasp, and soon the room is filled with gales of laughter as the girls immediately recognize what had taken place, you were already cumming inside of her! You groan in embarrassment as your overexcited cock erupts into the idol's exquisitely tight hole, your sack pulsating as it desperately seeks to impregnate the goddess atop you. Jiu gently rides out your orgasm, allowing your seed to drain into her completely before unmounting and swiftly giving you a reassuring kiss. She pats your cheek, smiling kindly before moving away and is replaced by a giggling Sua and Yoohyeon. The pair have their arms wrapped around one another's' waists as they sashay up to you, smirking down at your shrinking member. Behind this captivating sight, Siyeon has a beer bottle shoved up her cunt, and is sloppily feeding a pouting Gayheon from it; while Handong is getting her ass eaten by an extremely drunk Dami.

You don't have time to watch the unfolding scene however, as Sua and Yooh lean down to peck your cheeks, before turning around and giving your eyes a health helping of their own. They bend over together, their pussies scandalously in full view, with Yoohyeon's butt noticeably perkier than her companion's, but Sua's cunt was far wetter. The pair sit on your lap, squishing your softening cock between their asses, sensuously grinding their dripping pussies along your thighs as they raise their arms gracefully. Then they start to dance, at first working together, their butts sliding against each other as much as your own body, seductively stroking one another as they move. Sua goes first, her tinier cheeks edging aside Yooh's and giving her enough space to give you a proper lap dance, her hips flying up and down in front of you and tantalizingly brushing her sex against your now hardening dick. She does the splits, forcing her pussy out even more until her slit is wrapping around your bulging erection, bouncing minutely to rub your cock with her sloppy pussy lips. Yoohyeon cheers in delight at the sight, slapping her friend's butt to spur her on as she rubs her back. Sua howls in protest at this sudden reversal, usually she was the one squeezing butts, and snaps her legs together before toppling to the side, leaving you clear for Yoohyeon to take her turn. Unlike Sua's excessive acrobatics, Yooh simply grinds on your dick, using her perky cheeks to stimulate your cock as she rubs up and down your length. Sua soon rejoins the fray however, chugging a glass of champagne before messily kissing Yooh, and pinching her erect nipples. The two moan as their embrace grows more passionate and the Yooh stops bothering to move and focuses solely upon Sua.

They only stop when you grasp Yoohyeon's hips and start to move her yourself, desperate for more sensation. The pair break off and giggle with feigned shock at your boldness, they were pleased to see you taking a more active role! So Yooh bends over the table wiggling her but enticingly before the much smaller Sua nimbly places herself on top of the other idol, their asses now stacked atop each other. Standing up, the pair look back at you as you rub your cock against their slits, relishing in the soft wetness of their lower lips. Sua has had enough teasing however, and loudly urges you to mount them already; but who to fuck first. Closing your eyes, you blindly thrust forward, meeting some resistance before plunging upwards and causing Sua to groan in triumph. Yoohyeon pouts as you plow Sua, slamming yourself into her painfully tight pussy and making it drool down your balls. With unimaginable effort you manage to pull out of Sua, who sighs in disappointment as you try out Yoohyeon's hole this time. Her bubble butt felt far more enjoyable slapping against your crotch than Sua's toned cheeks, even if Yooh's pussy was looser than the other idol's. You pump inside Yooh's pussy for a time, before Sua's blandishments convince you to return to her narrow hole. So you take your time, swapping between the two whenever you feel close to finishing, prolonging the situation for as long as possible before you have to cum. Gahyeon and Handong join you in the meantime, pressing their bodies against your sides as they give you lewd advice on how best to fuck the girls bent before you. Their breasts squish against your sweaty flesh, Gahyeon's prodigious bust in particular distracting you greatly as you pound Sua and Yooh's cunts. The stimulation was all too much now, and you groan unabashedly as your seed spews first into Sua's hole, before you pull out and slam your spurting cock into Yoohyeon's, creampieing both of their sopping pussies.

The pair croon in exaggerated amazement as they feel your warmth fill them, smugly wriggling their butts when you pull out as if mocking you for unloading so much semen inside of them. Then Handong is on her knees, sucking your cock clean as her fingers grope your sore balls; while Gahyeon pulls you down into a deep kiss. Sua and Yoohyeon scurry away, as Handong's head bobs in front of your crotch, and Gahyeon guides your hands to her impressive chest. She leans back to allow you enjoy yourself thoroughly, reaching over to grab a bottle of whiskey, as she teasingly purses her puffy lips. Gahyeon hops up onto the couch, shoving her weighty breasts into your face and uncorking the bottle. Licking her lips, she urges you to drink up as with lasciviously sloth she pours the alcohol down her tits, making you lap it up as the amber beads roll down her skin. The sensual moment is broken when Handong morosely protests from below, tugging on your flaccid cock in annoyance, get it up again already. Piqued, Gahyeon in turn starts yelling down at the other idol, who seems far from sober and more than happy to get into a screaming contest with the loudest idol of the Dreamcatcher. Luckily for the sake of your hearing, reinforcements arrive to soothe the squabbling pair, as Jiu and Sua drag the pair away, leaving you bleary from the sudden intake of alcohol as well as the absence of comforting heat. You blink away your confusion and notice Dami sprawled nearby, watching you with the quiet fixation of those truly drunk. She gestures vaguely towards the center table, now reduced to an unsightly mess, waggling her hand to guide you towards whatever object she seemed so interested in. You maneuver around Siyeon and Yoohyeon, the latter's lips locked tight around the former's cunt, greedily gorging upon her hole like a starving beast as Siyeon groans and holds her close. Eventually you find what Dami seemed to want, a small purple bottle with the Twice symbol curiously stamped upon it.

Dami sluggishly smiles as you had her the bottle, uncorking it with some difficulty before chugging a measure of it. She pauses, before her pupils suddenly dilate and she breathes heavily for a few seconds before calming once more. Her eyes have changed however, now they gleamed with feral sharpness as she lithely sits up and yanks you down onto the cushions with her. Dami lets out a chuckle at your surprise, her off hand snapping out and grasping your softened member, while she dangles the purple bottle proactively. Noting your confusion, she sighs huskily and explains somewhat unsteadily that it was aphrodisiac, and if you wanted some well... Dami was in the mood for some fun. You readily agree to her terms, one gorgeous goddess was better than none, considering the current state of you manhood. Dami grabs a glass and carefully measures out a small portion for you, before guiding it to your lips for you. You drink the oddly sweet liquid, and cock your head at the idol, wasn't this supposed to do something? She rolls her eyes at your impatience, and resumes fondling your genitals with aplomb until you feel a sudden burning spreading from your stomach to your crotch. You groan as your cock grinds upwards until you are staggeringly erect, your brains succumbing to the sweltering sensation wracking your body. Dami's lips part with anticipation as you fill her hand with throbbing meat, she leans back and spreads her legs for you; well?

In a flash you are ravishing Dami, your cock buried fully within her pussy before you could conjure the thought to do so. You rut like an animal, snorting and grunting as you pump between her lithe thighs, forcing her legs back until you are mating pressing her with abandon. Dami for her part responds in kind, the aphrodisiac mixing dangerously with the alcohol. leaving her lethargic yet still possessing some of the sadism she reserves for male fans. Her nail rake your back, she gnaws at your neck, she hoarsely hisses foul imprecations in your ears as you fuck her; all of which drives you further into a mating frenzy. You can dimly register baying laughter and raucous encouragement coming from nearby, but you are unable to focus upon it as your brain melts until it is solely fixated on breeding Dami. So it is to little surprise that you do, howling as your seed pours into her sopping wet cunt, your balls aching as they spend themselves inside of Dami. Who moans as you inseminate her, shuddering as she climaxes from the sheer pleasure of getting bred by a filthy man like you. The fog roiling your mind seems to drain away with your semen, leaving you cognizant, yet still undeniably aroused. When you gather your wits enough to glance down to see how Dami is faring, you find that she is already fast asleep, snoring even as her pussy burps your load out onto the couch.

You turn to find yourself presented with the surprising sight of an upraised ass, it's owners head buried in a trash can and blubbering in torment. Yoohyeon and Siyeon lounge nearby, both of them now thoroughly flushed from both their sex, as well as the alcohol, taking turns languidly slapping the unknown butt. They nod encouragingly as you step closer, blithely urging you to mount the idol, even as you hesitate. Then Handong's head pops out of the trashcan, and she groggily demands you fuck her asshole, slurring as she happily welcomes you inside of her. Siyeon and Yooh chortle at this, obviously used to Handong's eccentricities, and you are further fortified as Jiu joins the pair and endorses the plan; just stick it in her butt already! So you do, pressing your slick cock against the surprisingly unresisting anus, sliding into the stuffy heat of Handong's asshole. Her moans reverberate out of the can as you start to thrust, moving slowly so as to not hurt her more sensitive hole. The trio watching you copulate with their fellow member, pass commentary on your technique as they pour out yet another round of drinks, liberally drinking as they masturbate to the sight of you fucking Handong's butt. Then a familiar softness squishes against your chest, and the reek of whiskey tickles your nose, as Gahyeon presses herself against your back; and whispers slyly to be rougher with her roommate. Unconsciously, your pace increases, causing Handong to grow even louder, her slit now slick enough to wet your balls when they slap against it. She whimpers, less from the pain of having her ass violated and more from the colossal headache she is currently enduring. Finally though, Handong lets out a weak shiver, before going limp as she passes out, her asshole losing any semblance of tightness as her consciousness fades.

The awake members of Dreamcatcher cheer as they drag Handong's head out of the trashcan and lay her on her side, letting her sleep off the alcohol coursing through her veins. Not that your erection had gone unnoticed however, Siyeon and Yoohyeon had staggered back to you and were already fondling it playfully. This time Yoohyeon is the one to take you in her mouth, sucking you enthusiastically as Siyeon toys with your nipples and makes you grope her perky breasts. Gahyeon pouts jealously from next to Jiu and Sua, but her elders are soon soothing her by suckling upon her swaying breasts and fingering her skillfully. Siyeon forces your head back to look at her as she kisses you as lustfully as before, except this time she means to seal the deal. She pushes you back onto the couch, causing Yoohyeon to let out a gasp of inebriated confusion as your cock suddenly flies out of her mouth. Siyeon bites her plump lip as she clambers atop you, rubbing your tip against the soaking folds of her pussy as she prepares to mount you. With a drawn out groan she shoves your now bulbous manhood into her greedy cunt, relishing every inch that slides inside of her. Yoohyeon meanwhile staggers over and starts to grope and kiss Siyeon, playing with her clit as her fellow idol awkwardly attempts to ride you while bearing Yooh's weight. So she settles for a more primal grinding, which was less satisfying than a rough pounding, but still hit her sensitive spots quite nicely. The constant rocking seems to be getting to Yooh however, as her stomach sloshes its contents around precariously until she finally unlatches herself from Siyeon and collapses backwards with a nauseated groan. Which frees up Siyeon for the final stretch as she unleashes her pent up lust upon your cock, twerking and bouncing wildly as she approaches climax. She moans sweetly as her pussy convulses, her folds clenching tight around your manhood and causing it to join her in orgasming, unloading your turgid sperm into the idol. She blows kisses at you as your seed leaks slowly out of her cunt, slowly rocking her hips in the afterglow of sex before gingerly unimpaling herself. Siyeon curls up next to the now resting Yoohyeon, cheerfully uncaring of the mess her sloppy pussy was making on the couch, and promptly joins her cuddle buddy in sleep.

Which leaves the Mom and Dad of Dreamcatcher, as well as their most tumultuous Daughter. Jiu and Sua though appear content to simply lay back and finger one another however, passionately embracing as their perky breasts press together. Gahyeon on the other hand... Gahyeon had been glaring lustfully at you the entire night, and now she could finally slake herself upon you. Gahyeon drains the tankard of beer with a single gulp before sauntering towards you, her face flushed from more than just the massive amount of alcohol she had consumed. Her nipples were fully engorged, her skin slick with sweat and fluids, her pert lips pouting provocatively, her hips swaying seductively as she approaches, her lower lips swollen with desire. Gahyeon doesn't even need to say anything, growling with desire as she forcefully kisses you before getting on her knees before your still undiminished erection. She nuzzles against your hardon, still sticky with Siyeon's cunt juices, as she licks your ventral shaft from root to tip, cleaning it with her tongue. You hump needily against her face, your cock desperate for a hole, causing Gahyeon to smirk knowingly; so she takes you in her mouth. What starts as a sultry blowjob swiftly descends into a furious face-fucking as you treat her throat like it was her pussy, relentlessly fucking it until your balls feel fit to explode. Gahyeon's eyes tear up as she gags and chokes, even an idol as experienced as her unable to breath with the ferocious pace you were setting. Then you suddenly pull out, stroking furiously as she instinctively opens her mouth and unrolls her pink tongue for you to aim at. You groan as thick reams of cum slop out onto Gahyeon's face, your tip pressing against her tongue as the thicker loads leak down into her waiting mouth. She swallows it all of course, before presenting you with her empty maw as proof that she had not wasted a single drop, even as her face remains painted with your seed.

Your head snaps up as Sua cheers your performance, gaily waving a bottle of wine as her fingers churn up her asshole. Jiu now fast asleep next to her. Gahyeon preens at her senior's praise, chugging a bottle of vodka as she leans back and presents you with her chest, with what she had been teasing you with all night long. Her massive breasts wobble precariously as you hesitantly reach over to touch them, shyly at first, but soon you are lustily groping those fatty spheres. Gahyeon gives you a perversely demure look as you maul her tits, her own hands busy at work between her squatting thighs. When you bring your throbbing erection closer however, she smugly takes over for you, squishing her breasts together to form a fleshy cavern for you to fill; spit dribbling down to lubricate her already slick skin. Moaning, you mount Gahyeon's cleavage, your cock swallowed up almost completely by her boobs as you pump between them; your bright red cock head peeking out during your deepest thrusts. She nods frantically, urging you to plow her fat fucking tits as hard as you can, to defile them with your thick cum, to use her body for your own pleasure. With such salacious words in your ears, your balls quickly rise to the occasion, and soon sloppy globs of cum are fountaining up over her rosy breasts, filling her cleavage with sticky fluid as you empty yourself between her boobs. Panting, Gahyeon falls back onto her knees and cleans you off, her cheeks hollowing as she slurps your cock back to its original length.

Gahyeon leaps to her feet, and hops back onto the table, scattering empty bottles as she opens her legs for you in wordless need. You rub your tip through her sopping folds, her slit beyond soaking as it gushes onto your cockhead. She whines in annoyance at your teasing, her legs snapping around your waist and pulling you against her, desperate for your manhood. You both groan as you finally push into her warmth, her pussy gluttonously devouring every inch of your rigid cock. Her legs quiver as she orgasms from this initial thrust, so pent up with arousal that she is unable to contain herself once you are finally within her. So you plow Gahyeon's dripping cunt, violently rocking the table as your sweaty bodies slap together, with the idol exhorting you go fuck her harder and faster. Her arms curl around your neck, your foreheads pressing together as you lock eyes, unable to look away from one another. Gahyeon lets out another deep moan, as once more her pussy spasms around your dick, holding you tight as yet more of her juices leak out onto the table. Trembling, you slowly pull out of her pussy, releasing a gush fluids from the idol's gaping hole, your cock now as messy as it had been before she cleaned it. You haul her off of the table, as Gahyeon gives you a bemused look before you turn her around and bend her over it instead, you want to go deeper. She gasps loudly as you mount her from behind, the staccato clap of her ass hitting your crotch reverberating around the room as you pound away. She claws and grasps at the table as you go into a frenzy, your lust as fired as it had been with Dami, plowing her so hard her voice becomes shrill and piercing. You spank Gahyeon's already ripe-colored cheeks until they burn bright red, clenching tight around her nubile waist to hold her steady as you violate the depths of her hole. Your strokes gradually begin to slow, becoming harder and deeper, causing Gahyeon to harshly shriek for your seed; the idol's brain gone blurry in her need for sexual gratification. Her folds grip your cock like a vice, making every movement painfully enjoyable, forcing you to stay deep inside of her as your sore balls pulsate once more. Gahyeon howls as your semen sputters into her fertile cunt, her own cries easily drowning out your own as she screeches in triumphal pleasure as her pussy is at last doused with cum.

You stagger backwards, followed by Gahyeon who unsteadily wobbles to the couch and collapses next to Siyeon, exhausted from both the sex as well as the alcohol. And you are much inclined to join her, but loud applause comes from the other side of the couch, as Sua cackles with delight from the show you had put on. Though it seems as if the idol herself had been engaged in a performance of her own, judging by the wine bottle currently buried halfway up her ass. You trudge around the table to crumple down next to Sua, who greets you cheerfully enough, though she does seem a touch disappointed as she fondles your now flaccid cock. She congratulates you for cumming inside all of Dreamcatcher, even if you needed a little chemical help to do so. She pulls your head onto her modest breasts, soothingly rubbing it as she woos you to sleep; just rest for now you can get cleaned up in the morning... After all, you will need you strength for tomorrow when Dreamcatcher release the video of you fucking them all senseless.

Oh did they forget to tell you that? Well don't worry, Insomnia is a relatively tame fandom, unless you just porked all of their favorite idols of course...

Sweet dreams!

[coldfanbou]

Warm Water, Warmer Bodies

Jiu in the shower with the added stipulation of her being your stepmom for day 8

Length 1.6K

Jiu x Mreader

You struggle to open your eyes. Your room is still dark; reaching out for your phone, you find it on the nightstand and click it on. It’s just past one in the morning. You feel thirsty, and your drowsiness is wearing off. Throwing the covers off you, you get out of bed and make your way toward the kitchen. Along the way, you hear moans coming from your stepmother’s room. Curiosity takes hold of you, and you walk toward it. Her door is slightly ajar, and you peek through the small gap to see her fingering herself. Jiu’s fingers are quickly pumping in and out of cunt while she pinches and pulls on her nipple. You hear her increasingly loud moans and watch as she turns onto her stomach. Jiu raises her ass into the air, curves her back, and moves her hand in quick circular motions around her clit. The sight entrances you, and feel slight pain as you become aroused and your cock hardens in your pants. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” She yells, reaching her climax. You watch your stepmother’s body relax, and her fingers slowly leave her slit as they move upward, and she tastes herself. 

Knowing you'll get caught if you stay any longer, you move away and head back to your room. You remain distant from Jiu for a while afterward. Anytime you see her, you can’t help but get turned on, so you avoid her as best as you can. Your mind becomes flooded with the images of her that night and the thoughts of wanting to take her. 

Jiu notices your sudden distance, where usually the two of you would have talks, that quickly went away. She considered all the possibilities and determined that she couldn’t have said or done anything wrong. She talked herself into confronting you soon enough. She had no inclination that you had seen her masturbating then. That night, you thought about what you saw and couldn’t get Jiu out of your head. You grew hard, thinking about her body and her moans. You start to masturbate, thinking about Jiu. Unbeknownst to you, she had walked up to your room and opened your door slightly to see you playing with yourself. The sight of your cock made her gasp, but she had enough wherewithal to slowly close the door to not bring your attention to her. She stood beside the door in her nightgown and coat, thinking about what she had just seen. She felt herself get wet, and a hand unconsciously moved down to her nether region. She bit her lip and opened the door again, just enough to see you masturbate without being spotted. Once in sight, she began to finger herself, imagining what it must feel like to have you inside her. After a few minutes of fingering herself, Jiu realizes she’s about to cum and stops herself. She closes the door and heads back to her room to finish the job.

For weeks, you rarely talked to Jiu, and she to you. You would think of each other at night as you masturbated in your rooms. The awkwardness between you continued to grow until Jiu decided to make a drastic decision. One day, while you were in the shower, she entered. You were unaware until the shower door opened, and she stepped in, already naked. “What are you doing?” You say while covering yourself. Jiu spreads her arms out and hugs you. You feel her soft breasts press against you. As the water from the shower begins to soak her, Jiu’s nipples become hard and rub against your skin. 

“I just want us to be close.” She says calmly. You’re taken aback at her words. There were many different ways to get close, but this wasn’t conventional. In Jiu’s mind, she was struggling with a lot of sexual frustration. It had been a while since she and your father had sex; she just needed something to calm her body down. Her words are just what she was using to justify her actions. She reaches down and takes hold of your cock. You grow hard in her hand, and she smiles after seeing what she’s doing to you. You can’t help but moan as she strokes your cock. “It’s okay; let me take care of you.” She says with a sweet smile on her face. She kneels before you. “You’re so big,” She says as she kisses the side of your shaft. 

Her soft lips feel good, causing you to groan. “Let Mommy take care of your every need, then you can help me.” She says before swallowing your cock. She took it all quickly, only struggling as she got near your base. You can hear her gag for a moment before her throat relaxes, and she’s able to reach your base. You throw your head back and feel your knees about to give way. You’re forced to keep your hands against the shower walls in order to stay standing. Jiu pulls back, keeping just the head inside. While she strokes your shaft with one hand, the other is by her cunt, sliding along her lips as she readies herself mentally to take you in. Jiu’s mouth is wrapped tightly around your head as her tongue quickly swirls around the head. You feel yourself nearing an orgasm quickly. Jiu takes notice of your cock throbbing and slows to a crawl before speaking. “It’s okay to cum, let Mommy taste you.” She says before bobbing her head as she continues. You look down at Jiu; she stares right back with pleading eyes. Unable to hold on any longer, you start cumming in her mouth. Jiu eagerly drinks it all up, savoring the taste from the moment it hit her tongue. She strokes your shaft as you’re nearing the end of your orgasm, hoping to get more out of you. Jiu slowly rises, continuing to stroke your cock until you get hard again. 

Jiu leans in and hesitantly kisses you before putting more passion into it. You react in kind, placing your hands along her back and feeling her body. Her body was toned from the dancing she did, and it felt terrific in your hands. Jiu moans into the kiss and feels your cock poke her belly. She looks down and marvels at it. “I need you,” She says. “I know you want it too. Please, fuck me.” She says while angling your cock toward her cunt. While you think about it, Jiu rubs the tip of your cock between her lips. You struggle to contain a moan as she teases you. 

“I want you, Jiu.” You say. JIu smiles and slides the head of your cock into her. You push in slightly; you grab her ass and lift her, trying to get a better position. She sinks onto your cock, gravity pulling her down until your length is buried inside her. The water falling over your body adds something to the atmosphere. You feel more connected to Jiu than before. You plant your lips on hers and tell her you want more by running your tongue across her lips. Jiu lets you explore her mouth. You pin her against the wall while you kiss her; you start moving slowly, etching the details of her body into your memory. Jiu has her eyes closed, too busy feeling the relief and pleasure of having sex after so long. 

“Fuck your Mommy, fuck your Mommy.” She repeats as she wraps her hands around you. She aids your efforts by lifting herself when you pull out. Once the head is left inside, Jiu slams herself down on your cock as you thrust. Her modest chest bounces, attracting your attention. Water continues falling over you; you watch it run down Jiu’s chest and drip off her nipple. You kiss Jiu’s neck as you start to thrust wildly. Her moans just got louder as you began to impale her with every push. You felt her nails dig into your skin as she struggled to contain herself. “More, more!” She screamed. With every thrust, Jiu would moan louder as she began to near her climax. She kept one hand on you while the other toyed with her breasts. She squeezed it roughly and pinched her nipple before rolling it between her fingers. Seeing her go wild turned you on, and you felt your cock start throbbing inside her. Jiu noticed, too. “Give it to me, give it all to me. Cum inside, Mommy,” She said while driving herself crazy on your cock. 

The water matted Jiu’s hair down, yet she looked beautiful. She held an expression of lust and ecstasy, and as you thrust, you saw the hunger in her eyes. You couldn’t hold on any longer. As you buried your cock inside Jiu and filled her with your cum. She had a satisfied smile on her face, one that you had never seen before. In the next moment, you feel Jiu’s walls clench around your cock. She squeezes the cum out of you, draining your balls as you remain inside her.  Her grip over you softens as she comes down from her orgasm. You let her cum runs down her legs and is washed away by the falling water. You remain staring at each other before coming together and kissing again. Your hands wander each other's bodies until you break the kiss. A new dynamic between the two of you now that you’ve had sex.

You would touch each other when the opportunity presented itself, never straying further, knowing that if either of you did, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourselves from what came next.

[minjiarchive]

you don't own me (but i'll fill you up) | g!p jiu x fem!reader

requested/suggested: i probably almost came writing this i meant what no!

warnings / smut, some mommy kink, breeding

Minji claws at your back, making your eyes water from the sweet pain. You grip the sheets harder, testing how strong you are. You were grateful that she didn't have you on all fours. Your whole body was weak and fragile from the amount of orgasms she pulled from you, but you weren't going to mention it. If you brought it up, she might take that upon her use to fuck you doggy style.

“You'll let me use you whenever I want, right?” She asks, only looking for the one answer she'll be satisfied with, yes.

Your mind was jumbled up and too caught up in the moment. It's as if she fucked your brain too, clouded with nothing but Minji. This was no excuse to her though. When you took too long to respond, Minji tugged at your hair, straining your limits even more.

“Don't make mommy repeat herself now.” She growled, her voice low and stern.

Minji stops fucking you for a second. It's understandable, she wants an answer, and she's demanding for only one response. But her not thrusting her length into you feels like your world has stopped, so you whimper,

“Y-Yes, mommy. You can use me all you want, I'm sorry.”

She smiles but she isn't satisfied yet, she wants to see how ruined she made you. Words don't prove it enough, your actions do, your face does.

Minji flipped you over, your back against the warm mattress. You faced Minji now, the stimulation ten- times more unbearable for you to take. Looking directly at the woman who's been destroying you for the past hour isn't as easy as it seems.

“That's it, my good girl.”

The single praise could've made you cum but you couldn't tell when she started thrusting inside of you again. Minji throws her head back, revealing her marked-up neck with beads of sweat rolling down at the side. She had you at her mercy (and so wet).

With every move she makes, your release starts catching up to you soon and along with that, your thoughts grow louder. You wouldn't be able to connect two dots in your mind but you had enough sense to know what you wanted, you want her to-

Cum inside. Please Minji.

“Tell me what you want right now,” Minji asks, edging herself by slowly slipping her length out of you. She's shaking and moaning as her release lingers still.

You were taken aback by her ask but you certainly weren't complaining. It's like she read your mind at the most convenient time, maybe it is the right time to tell her what you want.

“Time is ticking, princess...”

“I want you to cum inside of me,” you choke out.

“Please?”

Your own words have you fluttering around nothing but emptiness. It took you too much courage to not beg for her to cum inside tonight. You'd do anything to know how it'd feel to be dripping with your own girlfriend's cum.

You were too deep in your imagination that you didn't realize she was already aligning herself cock with your entrance.

No, it wasn't your imagination, she was really going to do it.

“Let me make it real then.”'

Minji flips you over on your stomach again, fucking you loose to grant your dirty wish. She didn't hesitate once at your words, did she always want you to ask for this?

It doesn't take long for your high to overtake you. Your cries got louder and you didn't even try to push her away, you asked for it, and you'll take it. Minji fucked every energy out of your body to do anything but cry.

“I'll fill my pretty girl up so well,” Minji pants, her breathing getting heavier as the sound of her cock hits your skin, “I want to see it drip from you.”

You're both lost in each other's words.

You looked back to get one more glimpse of Minji, her eyebrows are knitted together with her mouth wide open,

Fuck I'm gonna-

“Minji...”

“I'm going to cum, baby,” she warns and with a few small thrusts, she finally comes undone.

Your body is worn out and used to the limit but you pull yourself together to feel her pump her load inside of you. She's hot against you, her body tense and limp as she's clinging onto you. Minji stays inside you for longer, making sure that you'll be waking up leaking with her cum.

I granted your wish, didn't I?

Minji still has a bit more energy to move her body, not completely drained unlike you who still trembled underneath her. She gets up to stand straight again, slurring a few 'Are you okay?' and 'I'm not going anywhere' to reassure you. Minji gives, but Minji cares.

She decides to finally pull out to see the mess she created while strings of her cum clung onto her tip, dick still hard and pulsing.

Her release painted your ass so well, complimenting the red handprints on your cheeks.

“Ass up, pretty girl,” she commands, tapping your side as you weakly tried to lift your bottom up.

Good girl.

“Look how well I fucked you,” pushing down on your ass as her load drips from your hole, “how about I fill up all your holes next time?”

Minji only wanting one answer, yes please.

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Deukies

So, we all agree that last Dreamcatcher comeback is a hit, right? From the title track to the b-sides to the concept is all incredible.

Another thing we agree is that they look always more hot and sexy in every comeback.

I mean, Yoohyeon never lose a chance to flex her abs and this blue hair on her looks incredible.

JiU has to be one of the most underrated beauties in the industry and this look with tattoos makes me go kinda feral.

Gahyeon has not came here to play: face card never declined, especially her lips, so plump and soft.

And in the end, Sua: her body is bodying and the tease with her boobs... just shsjahsvh😵‍💫🥴

Zazá

[awisespirit]

This was just supposed to be something random but it turned into a reaction??😶

Warning: Smut

Gp Dreamcatcher X fem reader

A/N: I didn't really check for any mistakes before posting so if there any please forgive me 😭

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Being the second youngest member was nice, all of the unnie's pampered you. Even if Gahyeon was still younger than you she pampered you too. With love and affection. There was just one thing that separated the girls from you. They had dicks? You didn't mind this just meant more fun. And you were to become their little toy.

Minji would most likely fuck you after dance practice, when the both of you are sweaty and tired. She pushes against the wall pulling her pants down as her cock springs out from her own sweat pants and into your your cunt.

"ahh baby, your being such a girl for mommy honey. You like fucked by unnie like this don't you baby?"

Sua's way is fucking you early in the morning. I don't know what it is with her and morning sex but she loves it. After waking up she goes to your room. Climbs into your bed and starts eating you out first. When she's hard enough, she fucks you good. It depends on her mood on how she's fucking you. If she's in a good mood then she'll be soft. If she's stressed out then your gonna be sore throughout the day.

"shhh it's alright baby, it's just me, go back to sleep and let unnie finish this."

Siyeon, opposite from Sua just loves to fuck you right before bed. After saying your goodnights to your members you went to bed. Not aware of a little wolf following you. Stroking her cock, and pouting, as if asking permission. How could anyone reject her request?

"y/N look here unnie is really hard, can you do something sweetie? Please~"

Handong, shower sex!!! I REPEAT SHOWER. SEX. She will randomly come into the bathroom while your taking a shower. She will strip herself down then get in with you. Pushes your back against wall and starts fucking you while holding one your legs up.

"ahh my pretty slut, getting fucked in the shower. You know your so cute trying to take me in y/n. Tell me baby, does Dong unnie fuck you good baby?"

Yoohyeon

For yooh, I think it varies on when she fucks you. And sometimes she doesn't instead she makes you cockwarm her instead. Like when your relaxing on your day off watching TV in the dorm, she comes to you half naked and her cock all hard.

"Babe will cockwarm unnie? Come her and sit on my lap honey."

Dami

Studio fucking sessions. When she's stressed out about the songs she's been working on she'll call you into her studio. Would ask you to ride her if she's tired if she still has energy she'll make you lay down on that small sofa and fuck you hard. Probably has wrote about sexual lyrics about you which no one really knows about.

Gahyeon

For gahyeon, she'll fuck anywhere in the dorm doesn't matter to her. She mostly fuck you after tiring schedule's. She'd be into massaging your breasts while fucking into you. But just because she's younger doesn't mean that your in control. Your still her little slut.

"look at my precious y/n unnie, love getting fucked like this hmm?"

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[ladysroom-zaza]

Being gahyeon's first ever gf and she brings you to meet the other girls but half way through she gets a call that she needs to go to the studio for something so while she's gone the girls decided to see if you're the right fit for her by breaking you in for her 🐺

It's not a secret that often older members are over-protective of their maknae, it's like a younger sister for them, so it's only natural for them to behave in this way. Also, dreamcatcher is so extra as group, so even their way of being protective is...a bit extra.

You were Gahyeon first ever girlfriend, meanwhile you had the right amount of experience in love for your age, but still, they had to check on you, so they come up with a plan. The day you had to meet the members for the first time, your gf received an urgent call from their agency, she had to go to the recording studio to fix some problems or similar.

"Don't worry, we will be nice to her", Siyeon said, reassuring her while she went out, leaving you alone with them. Siyeon had a strange concept of being nice tho. Yeah, because being nice for her is equal to push you on the couch, kissing you hungrily. But it was not just her, Sua hands, obviously, were already pulling your pants down, giving the chance to Yoohyeon to tease your pussy and to Handong to grope and squeeze your ass.

Dami instead opened your shirt and removed your bra, starting to play with your boobs, pinching your nipples. A moan escaped from your mouth. "So you did wanted to do naughty stuff with our daughter, uh? Well, then we will do the same with you first", JiU explained, pulling your hair back.

You didn't have an second to breath, because Yoohyeon moved your panty aside and was now eating your pussy. Handong hands were doing crazy in the back, slapping that ass as if they were fighting. Sua was now attacking your neck, leaving signs hard to explain in the future to your gf, but the pleasure was too much to think about something else except that moment.

They were all toying with you, until Siyeon pushed you, making you lay on your back, just to sit on your face, grinding her pussy against you. You couldn't see, but you could clearly feel the hands of the other members moving around your torso, touching your tummy, your boobs and sliding your fingers in their wet holes.

"If you will take mommy good, maybe you could have our permission to fuck our daughter", you could hear JiU saying. Few moments later, she started to insert her strap inside you, stretching your pussy with strenght. Your moans were muffled by Siyeon pussy against your mouth.

You could not control your own body anymore, it was hard to even think in that situation, so you ended up in this limbo where you kept cumming non-stop, with the members switching constantly position, but always using and punishing you for being in love with their maknae.

[abravesoul03]

How Do I imagine MOTHEREST trio's cocks to be:

A/N: SOMEONE PLEASE STOP ME LOL😶‍🌫️😍🤚

MINJI

-Around 7.5inches

-Has a thick cock perfect for cockwarming during rainy days

-Pinkish tip

-Her ball sack is thight

-Her cum is thick and pale white

BADA

-9 inchess

-Veiny cock

-Not very thick, but will make you feel full

-Her ball sack is a little saggy

-Her cum runny and cream coloured

BIBI

-6.8 inches

-HELLA THICK, THICKER THAN MINJI. (you would need lube every single time you guys fucked)

-Has thight foreskin so you'd have to be a gentle with her in the beginning as to not hurt her.

-Thight ball sack with huge balls

-Her cum is thick and cream coloured.

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[chaewonplzbiteme]

Lazy Evaluation {Kim Minji | JiU x Male Reader}

Tags: two ounces of mommy kink, one bowl of age play, two cups of heavenly chocolate, pinch of humor, lots of fluffy fluff-fluff, a plate of hearty cream pie, a single grain of femdom

TW: Math and computer science jokes, mindless smut

4.9k – Read it on AO3.

A/N: The science may not be correct. Please excuse me. Or maybe it is. Most jokes will fly over your head if you are not into mathematics and computer science. This is not a failure on my part, and I will never take full responsibility.

If it helps: It's part of the joke that you do not understand everything about monads... I'm just continueing the meme...

All ten fingers clawed at your own scalp, trying to soothe the tension between your temples. In a furious jumble they shuffled through the already disheveled hair, not only in a motion to squeeze more blood through the tiny pinch of grey matter that you were sure you had left somewhere, but also to shed with the frustration that had plagued you all week. It was your task to show what you had learned in computer science, explore new frontiers of knowledge, and write a dissertation, at the same time documenting your progress for the lecturer.

“So, a Monad does define two operations, but is not a type itself? How is that supposed to work?”

It was quite perplexing, learning about such abstract and high-level data structures in mathematics. All day you have been attempting your own explanation, and every single time you have produced a different answer. Frustratingly, none of them matched any of the myriad descriptions that could be found, be it from the study book both recommended and written by the professor himself, numerous instructional online sites which most likely copy from each other or even what the latest conversational artificial intelligence could synthesize up for you.

“You still didn’t finish with the abstract?” Your study partner asked in a bright and cheerful voice, as she returned with two hot mugs of mocha latte and set them on the table. Your mood changed instantly with the scent of chocolate that permeated through the room, with a strong note of her own essence. Before you could reach for a mug, she was already next to you and flicking through the study book looking for what she was about to explain. “It is actually quite simple, my dear. Think more abstract, a level of indirection above types. This is why we call them type classes.”

The ease of her words leaned cheerfully against a solid wall of the complicated concoctions that have been woven and tightened in your mind. You could only throw your head back, stretching yourself on the beanbag, hands returning to apply even more pressure on both sides. “Like an interface describing interfaces? Aarrgghh...”

“Interface to classes, if you go for programming terms,” she corrected your inaccuracy with a smirk, knowing your frustration was not going to subside so fast. She had seen the same troubles from fellow students. The wide frame of her glasses was not the only reason you had the impression that she was the more intelligent of the two of you. Her sharp mind complemented her neat appearance very well, neither ceasing to astonish you time after time. “A common error for beginners. My dear, nothing has been proven to be difficult in this field of math. You will be able to understand it once you internalize the basics.”

In practical terms, Minji basically lived here. The dormitories are small and cramped and not made for living, only sleeping. Those who wanted to keep their sanity would spend their time away from home, be it the library, a café or the clubs. She knew her way around your kitchen better than you knew your own desk. You woke up stumbling over her bag, her clothes interleaved in the forest of notes with the data structures and pens and your own all over the ground.

“And next you are going to tell me computer science is just applied mathematics… This is so much to learn,” you voiced out your exasperation. You caught yourself looking at her. Not like this was an issue, since Minji was used to you staring at her. In fact, she loved it when you admired her beautiful face, her fair and radiating skin and smooth cheeks. No spell had to be cast, yet you were possessed by her deep hazel eyes. She took a sip as if there was nothing troubling you, savoring the cocoa aroma and accidentally dipping her nose into the whipped cream. Your eyes were locked on nothing other than the spot dotting her nose as she put down her mug — she did notice you were following the white tip around. The smile she gave was a more effective balsam than your fingers had been. Your gaze remained fixed on her as she shuffled around behind your back, the smell of cocoa giving way to hers.

“Clear your head, my love,” said Minji with a very calm voice, turning your head forward. Her hands replaced yours as her fingers traced circles all around. The sense of clogged arteries started to dissipate at once. “Let Mommy-ji help you relax.”

Your mind followed her fingers around your scalp, feeling the pressure she applied and where it moved to. Your eyes lose the bind to any sense of perception, no track of focus, your brain only processing being grasped between her palms and her digits. The thoughts occupying your head dissolved just as the tension faded. Blood rushed from your head to other parts of your body, among others getting clogged in a certain appendage, building up pressure. You hope it will not be noticed by her, since you wanted to enjoy the moment with her undistracted.

The endearing name for her had been established for a long time already, a logical consequence given the dynamics of both your behavior. While your lazy bum was busy playing video games or otherwise slacking around, Minji was the one who took care of the house and your needs. She did the laundry and cooked for you just like your parents, even spoon-feeding you at times. Not every meal, of course, only some, but you appreciated those the most. One day you accidentally blurted it out and it stuck.

But the image of her captivating face lingered in your eyes, even though she was out of sight. Her sculpt combined an adorable and young face with the mature image of a grown woman. If you didn’t know better, the round shape of her face would have made you believe that she was younger than you. Long and well-groomed wavy black hair was just the icing on top of her enchanting face.

“Not the time to slack off, lazy boy,” she chuckled. Minji was right, this was a subject that needed to be learned and understood. No way around it. You needed to retort, to explain the break in your studies, albeit it happened at her instigation. Not that you would blame her, though.

“B-but mommy, I’m not procrastinating,” you managed to stammer out while you were under the spell of her fingers. “I’m just d-deferring the effort. You know, lazy evaluation.”

What a counter, Minji burst out in laughter. Holding off on work was a viable strategy in certain cases, being efficient by knowing what was needed, if at all, and in what quantity. But of course, not every part of you followed this idea.

“You may be a smart boy, but what you are clearly demonstrating is a stiff amount of premature optimization,” she whispered into your ear, her essence filling your nose completely and stunning you as she traced a hand down your body towards your crotch. “What a horny boy, forming a boner ahead-of-time.”

And she has not even teased you yet – the strong side-effect of her touch. You could not declare yourself to be pure in your function at all anymore. It was obvious every part of your body was thinking about her and her touch. “I-It’s warming up. For you.”

“For mommy? How nice~,” she said with a joyous voice while reaching out for the visible bulge in your pants. Her palm covered the manly mound in a cup, rubbing it, feeling it up. More blood flocked to her touch, its return to regular circulation clogged by its own formed tissue pouch. While it takes a mountain millions of years to rise, your tent was erected in mere minutes at full size.

“Please take a look, mommy,” you said, as she went down on you. “Watch how much your boy has grown.” You were happy with how your body reacted to her touch. The desire for Minji was burning strong, the steam driving your member boiling hot. The beacon of your passion is lit – your cock calls for its caretaker. She slowly removed your pants, watching your tent pole rise even higher as it was not being held back anymore.

Her hand traced the length up and down multiple times before wrapping her fingers around the shaft. “Always so excited to see me~.” It was like your cock throbbed in response, even though it was simply timing with her fingers. She moved up and down very slowly, for you to savor the feeling, moving blood and tissue around.

Minji barely sped up the pumping, instead opting for a regular rhythm at a steady pace. Like clockwork your mind settled into the flow, breathing in at the ebb and bracing yourself for the flow, when her hand reached the tip. Distant grumbling, thundering muttering from your mouth warned of the oncoming outbreak.

“My love, tell me what you are,” she asked, smirking in anticipation of your reply. Her hand went slower now. Thinking about what Minji wanted to hear, there could only be one answer. Not your name, nor that you are her fellow student and attended the same courses. Such returns would not yield an effect. And if your answer had no effect on her, the result might as well be useless. Slower and slower, slower towards the peak, even slower further away. Idle state. Tension.

 “Mommy’sh cude liddle cum fountain,” is the reply you give. That is all what you will ever need to be for her.

“Yes, you are, baby boy~,” Minji approved of you. She dragged her fingers upwards in a slow manner, the tight embrace shifting higher and higher. The alternating grooves and creases of her hand slid across your shaft before leaving your cock, before turning around to cup the shaft and press it against her soft cheeks. Time was nigh’, she demanded your produce. “Cum. I want you to scream.”

At her command, the floodgates of release opened. With intense pressure prostrate launched the stream of ejaculate up into the air. It erupted out in a way more akin to a volcano than a fountain, each spurt leaving with a wave that traveled together with a guttural groan along the entire length of your cock. Minji felt every throb of your member against her cheeks, the hardness thumping against her tender face with each explosion.

“So hard and strong,” Minji praised both your cock and the force of your discharge. “Beating so hard for me~,” she added. The ropes of cum coated her forehead, some getting caught by her eyebrows. Her disheveled hair also showed some wet streaks, collateral damage from the powerful blasts. “Too bad I couldn’t taste any of it,” she demanded more, alluding to the uncertainty principle. To observe how far cum could travel, one could not taste it at the same time.

“Mommy, I want to taste you, too,” you said. The worship of each other’s bodies was a mutual thing, neither of you had the intention to freeload the other’s goodwill. What she gave to you, you better return it many times back. Sensual stimulation is a commutative operation, and it would be a shame if it were performed one-sided only. In other words, love making is better when it is perfectly balanced, as all things should be.

You held her high, pulled her up into a kiss, connected your lips, tongues making out. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on her delicate sheer blouse. You were quick to pull down her inner top and unclasp her bra, too, revealing her well-developed chest. One of you tripped over – or did someone push? – and again you laid on the ground. It was hard to escape gravity when your soul was weighed down by this radiating beauty and her delectable womanly mounds. All things come to those who wait, but there was no rest for the wicked. You took in everything she had to offer, her smell, her taste, the texture of her skin and how her flesh felt.

Like with any other part of her body, she loved her breasts to be worshipped. Her low hums guided your mouth between her mounds, but your tongue dictated the rhythm of her mellow purrs. The sensation of your devotion to her caused a wave of content pleasure to flood through her body, the current of tingles emanated from her brain surged across her chest, causing sparks to fly through her stomach, and swashed against her core to be forked into separate ripples coasting along her legs, before hitting her toes and causing them to curl.

Your hands did not remain idle. Just like your tongue they moved back and forth all over her body, feeling her up just like you are tasting her breasts. Minji reciprocated your attention by pulling in her lower wings and extending them again, her splendid thighs and heavenly shaped calves were roaming your body. You felt her everywhere, she made sure you got everything from her.

She shifted around, taking away your favorite baby-soother in the process, but instead putting a favorite meal of yours in its place – welcome to your dream world. The musk was strong, a mix of Minji’s own odor mixed with the pungent smell of the dripping wet juices it was coated in. The flavor was both sweet and sour, with a trace of the same taste you experienced on her chest and in her kiss. With every lick on her core, she nudged closer to her destined place on your face. With every fraction of an inch that she moved, she was closer to smothering you completely.

The darkness slowly engulfed you, not that you minded being trapped in the dream – between her voluminous thighs – if it was a good way to bring her pleasure. Plowing through the dampness and exploring the cave before you would be the only way out. A deep dive into her hole brought back a tongue covered in copious amounts of juices, which you deposited in your own mouth before swallowing. You rang her doorbell, asking for a free refill, announcing your return, before entering the cave again.

Minji meanwhile rested on low hills and even shallower grooves, but there was a noticeable pole in front of her. It was hard as steel, yet it was bouncy to her touch. She knew despite its shape it had volcanic properties, being capable of shooting jets of hot ejaculate through its main vent, its solid remains forming a fertile seed for future growth. In fact, she had observed it erupt violently before. A reasonable onlooker would have been cautious in their handling of the erect mast, but Minji was on cloud nine. Her hand was reaching for your shaft. It was as if her brain ran on someone else’s computer.

Minji played with your cock despite the assault on her core by your tongue. It wormed its way inside of her vagina, wriggling around before tracing her lower lips up and down, and drawing a ring around her nub before repeating the procedure. The counterattack to reclaim Wall Maria involved her own tongue tracing your cock up and down, before circling over the bulbous head. Not only did the mast of steel twitch slightly, but the attack stumbled.

Her thick lips now engulfed your shaft. She was out to tame the horny creature beneath her. One would be the tortoise in this hunt to the peak, and the other the hare. Together they would race around the vicious cycle of pleasure, getting each other closer, coming head-to-head on the edge and pulling away again, before entering the next cycle. One was going faster; one was going slower. Because the hornier one would choke on its ambitions, eventually even the tortoise would catch up to the hare. Minji devoured the hare’s tail all the way down, choking on it and feeling it throb and wriggle at the back of her throat. The hare did not relent, however, and instead intensified its attack, its head circling around her nub, unafraid of the secretions her cavern produced in defense, but now even more determined to continue. There would be only one way to break out of this recurring loop – they would have to both lose themselves to pleasure simultaneously.

No matter how hard she worked on it, the pole would not let itself be defused. But without air, there can be no fire. Minji would have to drown the volcano’s air vent, cutting it off from its oxygen supply. You pulled on her thighs, groping her butt, pushing her core further into your face as tight as possible. It was hard to tell who was struggling more, whether she was convulsing more under your assault, or your cock was throbbing harder in her mouth. Small gushes from her walls announced her own impending eruption, telling you to brace yourself for what is to come. But you lose control of yourself when the storm hits you, a downpour of juices bringing you the bliss you were looking for by flooding your mouth and nose. The spit covering the hot rod was not enough to extinguish it, so your cum could fill her throat unhindered.

Minji was gagging on your little volcano as it erupted once more, payback for setting off such a dangerous object. You meanwhile were groaning and choking on her juices while getting drenched by her geyser, locked helpless between her strong thighs. Hips were spasming with their orgasms. Sweaty bodies rubbing against each other, both squirting their fluids into one another.

It took a moment for you both to settle down, to catch your breath. Minji just kept laying on top of you, rubbing your still-hard shaft and thighs and butt. You did the same to her while under her, enjoying the feeling of her.

“I hope your balls are not exhausted yet,” she said with a smile, voice slightly hoarse.

Your answer was to dive back in for a second serving. More of her was never enough. A lot of evenings had gone like this already, and yet you both came to each other for more. This was not the first time you had explored each other. And it won’t be the last time. Breath hitting the wet organs kept the heat in check. She gave you a series of hard squeezes trailing from your thighs to your groin, before getting up.

“I’ll be right back.” Minji went to get something from her bag and threw something on the table, something shiny and square and slightly convex, then she picked up a mug. “Come to me now, baby boy,” she said as she took a sip, but she did not swallow. Now it was her turn to pull you into a kiss. Your mouths connected once more, her tongue pushed through your lips, and you both got to taste the chocolate. Both your tongues danced and wrestled each other in the sweet bath, coating one another and cleansing it off again.

Your hands and arms battled with each other too, groping and guiding each other, pulling on clothes and undergarments to finally get rid of them, getting stuck on every nook and curve. The final piece of wear was her glasses, which she elevated into the air without destination before being catapulted towards the table without aim, bumping against one of the mugs. Another opportunity to trip and fall over, although this time it was you who landed on top of her, noses nearly bumping into each other.

“Minji, how can you be so beautiful,” you conjured up a smile on her face. You loved her beyond her appearance of course. The source of your affection for her was simple: Humans truly are most beautiful when they are just smiling and having fun. Minji could turn your mood around in seconds, and today was no different. Those mesmerizing hazel eyes of her could dissolve any stress you had. “Some days I do wonder why you spend so much time with me,” you whispered your thoughts.

“Midnight, close to you,” she said as she went through her own thoughts. Minji did not have to think a lot. It was easy.

“BEcause I love you.”

Minji launched herself high into another kiss, sucking out of your stomach what hundreds of butterflies had swirled up. It was clear that she appreciated you being there for her just as much as you felt empty without her. “I feel good around you,” she added. She was right. Not only did she spend a lot of time with you, but you went out of the way to be with her, to make her happy, to make her time with you worthwhile.

“I love you, too, mommy.”

Hearing and saying the three words lifted a lot off your mind. She embraced you tighter, your lips seeking out each other. The desire for each other burned strong. Moaning reverbed through each other's mouths. “Mommy, I want you so much,” you managed to say. Your cock was still standing proud, rubbing itself on her doorbell, waiting to be allowed inside.

“Take me as yours then, my chemical hype boy.” Her cheek brushed against yours when smiling. “But first tell me: Would you rather treasure me like a cherished pet or milk me like cattle?” Your logic is screaming: Yes.

Noses hovering over each other, heavy breathing brushing on cheeks and lips, eyes staring into eyes, strong thighs pressing into stronger thighs, one pair spread and the other bent.

“The pole train runs on whole grain!” You screamed, like how bungee jumpers or parachutists exclaim when they plunge boots first into hell. Your cock was racing to be inside of her faster than your thoughts. Like with a perfect equation ready to be solved, you substituted the emptiness in her longing core with the feeling of you. A substitution with the force of a mountain, the heat of a volcano. Minji opened her mouth in shock but in silence, the feeling of your penis spearing itself inside overwhelming her. You were sure she wanted to say something, but no voice came out of her.

Her breathing was labored, sudden gasps with each thrust. Her walls were tight, the cavern had to give way to the intrusive pole forcing its way inside. A ripple, this time physical, traveled from her butt cheeks up her body each time your hip crashed into hers, a wave of pressure making its way to the outlet between her other cheeks before finally venting.

Her tits were squeezed between her body and your chest, but that did not stop them from shaking around with the ripple passing through. Every woman was built different, felt different, thought different. But Minji had made it clear to you that she loved to be overwhelmed.

She had her eyelids closed, letting the waves of bliss wash over her and throughout her body. Her little boy could reach far deeper than your tongue ever could. And it was way bigger, stretching her wider. But Minji enjoyed her time with both – after all, each had their merits. A tongue could not just worm itself into unexplored areas, but also move and rub and push unlike a penis. For now, she just enjoyed her walls being parted in rhythm.

But a question still lingered in your mind. Perhaps now you were more receptive to understanding the concept.

“Minji, tell me again, how do monads work?”

Not a very romantic question, and especially not suitable for intercourse, but she was used to your constant babbling, an indication that your head was free and unoccupied – better hope that we are not going down a rabbit hole. Not that you ever stopped making fun of everything. At the same time, you were not the only one capable of making jokes.

“A monad is just a monoid in the category of endofunctors, what’s the problem?” she answered with a straight face. Your steady rhythm barely interrupted her voice, a strong display of her composure. You understood the words, but the sentence did not make any sense. Well, ok, maybe not even the words. You should admit that you did not understand anything.

“I could tell you a monad joke, but first... I would need to tell you jokes about functors and... applicatives,” she told another, smiling. Is this retribution for your own silly jokes? She was starting to pant between words. “What do you call... a verb that likes to apply... for jobs?” She was giggling. This one did not make any sense.

“Please, no, stop mommy,” you pleaded. She knew how to get you. You tried to muffle her with a kiss, but she managed to break free. “An applicative,” Minji laughed when telling you the answer. It was a pun, a word play, rather than a scientific joke. “I know some more~,” she chuckled.

“Let me come up with something, too.” It took you a moment, but an idea popped into your head. The missing piece to an equation that no one had been able to solve yet. You could just barely hold your laughter in anticipation. Let us start with the abstract: “Hey, mommy, let me ask you, what’s one plus one?”

Minji realized where this was going. This was simple math, albeit with an imaginary component. “Are you serious!? Three?”

“Well, let’s suppose, inside of your pussy. Penis goes in, penis and baby come out. Math does not check out, what’s missing?” Setting up the introduction for this joke with a central question, you tried to nudge an answer out of her. And the hint you gave Minji was to give her the mating press.

Minji growled. “Fucking sex-ed. That’s how biology works… silly boy.” She was not about to give in to the riddle you had posed. But the thrusts would not stop until the punchline had been served.

“Indeed, the female anatomy is something wonderful, creating new life from nothing more than a deftly deep dicking.” If only you were as smart with your studies instead of cracking terrible jokes. While this was not an exact science, the conclusion that making babies was a product made of thin air and the energy induced by the pounding is alluringly plausible, however inherently flawed.

“OMG fucking hurry up,” she shouted, having had enough of your nonsense. Slowly losing her composure, Minji tightened her embrace around you, closed her eyes, bit on her lips, pulling you in closer. She was close, you could hear it in how she alternated between moaning and squealing. It was also difficult for you to uphold the asymptotic behavior as your hammering approached the edge. It was clear that the limit was about to be reached.

“The most important secret sauce to make mommy a real mommy,” you panted. You were not far behind Minji in the race to the finish line, and you wanted to beat her. It only took you a few more thrusts until your hips began to buckle, starting to spasm – but not just yours. One last push would bring you both over the edge. Finally, content with the procedure so far, you proclaim the solution: “My cum!”

Once is happenstance. Twice is sincere lovemaking. Thrice is proving that Minji is going to get knocked up today. None of her attempts today to stop the volcano have borne any fruit. For one more time Mt. Priapus erupted with boiling hot fervor, sending a stream of molten cream blazing its way through the caverns behind mommy’s lavatory, leading into the chamber of secrets. A tide of secretion was launched against the current, it tried in vain to quench the heat. From the ashes of the hot liquid flooding her womb, a young new phoenix shall rise.

“Cum goes into the whole. Equation is complete. The sum of the ingredients is now empty. Q.E.D. Geddit?” Your cheeky joke was rewarded solely with your own laughter, and a pinch on the nose by her. In closing, this was nothing more than a silly mood booster. You stayed on top of a sweaty Minji, still embracing her tightly while she kept panting, smiling, showing her cheeks.

“What an astoundingly terrible scientific conclusion...” Minji did not know whether to groan or to laugh. Droplets of sweat were running down her face, body sticking to the floor, but she was visibly satisfied with what you had laid on the table. This is a contradiction with her reaction to your elaborate joke. “I think we should invite Yoo over for a peer review,” she suggested suggestively.

You tried to be respectful of her offer, but you were not ready yet. “I-I have barely anything written yet—” Another pinch on your nose cut you off. “I was talking about something else, innocent little—”

A sudden realization hit her. Did she forget something on the stove? Was Minji hatching a devious plan for your future endeavors? Were you too hasty? Would she be open to multiple inheritance with Yoo? The chocolate was getting cold. Glittering on the table. No, something was different this time. She put on a vicious smile that made you feel uneasy.

“Horny boy, when did I give you permission to not use protection?”

Given her question, the answer may be obvious. But we both know that this is an exercise left for the reader.

[shuhwaa]

Jiu | First time tying you to the bed [M]

First Times Event Dreamcatcher Jiu x fem!reader words: ~1.5k genre: smut (dom!Jiu, oral & fingering (reader receiving), reader is tied to the bed, begging, some teasing & praise) warnings: none

The sounds of small moans and heavy breathing fill the room. Your girlfriend lying on top of you, your arms wrapped around her delicate body. Skin on skin, lips are incessantly brushing against the others’, connected in an open mouthed kiss and only parting for hushed "I love you"s. You feel that you're beginning to lose yourself in Minji's touch, when she suddenly sits up and you gasp at the cool air grazing your chest.

"Y/N," she calls out your name. "I wanna try something." She lets her palms wander up your body and you sigh at her warm touch, and then she drags a single fingertip back down through the valley of your breasts and the middle of your stomach. There's mischief in her eyes as her gaze follows her own movement, lips slightly parted as she marvels at the sight in front of her.

"What is it?" you ask, your voice soft and quiet.

"Well..." Her hands reach for your wrists now, bringing them up and pinning them to the bed right beside your head. "You like that, right? When I pin you down like that."

"Y-yeah," you say, excitement rushing through your veins as her grip on your wrists tightens.

"Then what if it wasn't my hands holding you in place?" You raise your eyebrows and she elaborates, "What if you're tied to the bed while I have my way with you?" You sharply suck in a breath at her words, pressing your thighs together as you feel heat rushing to your core. You like the idea, and so you nod. She reaches over to open the top drawer of her bedside table, retrieving two silky pieces of cloth that she must've stored in there for exactly this purpose, and then she brings your hands all the way up above your head, tying them to the bedframe.

"Is that good, my love?" she asks as she caresses your cheek with the back of her hand. You give her another nod, and she adds, "Not too tight?"

"No," you respond, smiling at her briefly, before the arousal takes over again. Minji's expression softens, but at the same time her pupils have grown dark, and when she lets her fingers dance down your throat you throw your head back. A moan escapes you, and a moment later she already has her face buried in the crook of your neck. With her hands exploring your body, she begins to press lingering kisses to your sensitive skin, sometimes even letting her teeth graze your neck.

"Babe..." you sigh, getting lost in the sensation. You instinctively attempt to throw your arms around her, but when you find yourself trapped, wrists only moving away from the bedframe minimally, you whine. You feel much more vulnerable like this, but it definitely turns you on more than you would've expected.

"What? Already getting frustrated?" Minji teases you as she lets her lips travel further south. She nips at the tender flesh on your chest while she reaches down between your bodies to place her hand on your inner thigh. Your girlfriend moans at the way you whimper when she lets her fingers travel almost all the way up to where you need her the most, only to drag them back down again, and when her lips wrap around your nipple for her to suck on it, you can't but pull at the restraints that have you tied to the bed. 

"Fuck..." Eventually, you can't bite back the curses anymore, and you hear your girlfriend chuckle in response.

"You're so cute like this... you feeling alright?" she asks, lifting her head for a moment to check in with you.

"Yeah..." you assure as your voice shakes with anticipation. "Please don't stop..." There is a wicked grin on her lips now, and she comes back up to share another deep kiss with you.

"I won't," she whispers against your mouth. "But you might have to beg for it." As you bite your lower lip, she kisses her way back down, past your breasts and across your stomach. When she reaches your hips, leaving little bites on the skin, you once again feel the overwhelming need to throw your hands in her hair. But you can't, and so you flex your arms and you arch your back, hearing her chuckle at your reaction. "So cute..." she mutters, using her hands to keep your hips in place. Her lips travel down to your inner thighs. She lifts your leg up onto her shoulders, and when she starts nipping at the skin not too far away from your core, you clench around nothing and you let out an impatient whine.

"Please..." you mumble. "Baby... please touch me..."

"That's what I want to hear," she praises you. "But can you get louder for me?"

"P-please!" you repeat, crying out while you clench your hands into fists. 

"My love... so cute when you're begging for me like this..." Spreading apart your folds with her fingers, she leans in to let her tongue get a taste of you. It's merely the tip that she's dragging up from your entrance to your clit, but it makes a shiver run down your spine nonetheless. 

"Minji..." you whine her name and she hums in response. "M-more, please..."

"More?" she repeats teasingly. "Like that?" She licks up another stripe, then she throws you a smirk and goes back to kissing the skin on your inner thigh. You throw your head back, tearing at the restraints around your wrists, before crying out.

"Please!" you find yourself begging. 

"What do you want?" she asks. "You have to tell me what it is exactly, or I won't know." Your frustration only grows at her words, but at the same time her teasing just makes you want to submit to her more and do everything she asks of you just to earn yourself one more touch.

"W-want you to touch... my pussy... please," you plead.

"Such a good girl," she praises you, before rubbing her fingertips up and down your folds. The relief doesn't last for long as she's dragging them up and down awfully slowly, and soon you begin to whine again.

"M-more, please... Minji..." 

"Like that?" She slips inside two fingers with ease and you moan at finally feeling her inside you. However, she pulls them out again unhurriedly, only to push them back in at the same pace.

"Shit, please!" you curse. "Need you... need you so bad!"

"Do you?" she retorts. "Then let me get a proper taste..." You whimper when you feel her pressing the tip of her tongue against your clit, and your head begins to spin when she starts drawing shapes on it. You feel like you could cum on the spot, if only she moved her fingers a little faster.

"More, faster... babe, please...!" You don't hold back anymore, at this point you just want her to get you off, and the humiliation that comes with having to beg for it so much just turns you on more. She hums at your words but doesn't change anything about her movements, leading you to think she wants to hear more. "Please... I'll be a good girl for you so please... wanna cum so badly...!" 

"You're so sexy when you beg like that," she says. "Then be good  and beg some more for me, yeah?" She picks up in speed gradually, curling her fingers inside of you to hit that sweet spot deep down and you can't stop yourself from bucking your hips right into her touch.

"Babe... f-feels so good... let me cum please. Please, I'll be a good girl so let me cum on your fingers..." You say whatever comes to mind as she's continuously driving you crazy more and more, and you tear at the cloth keeping you in place when you feel your high fast approaching. "Minji, please... please just let me cum... let me cum for you... I'll be a g-good girl, so... p-please!" You begin to stutter and repeat yourself as your orgasm keeps building up. And then finally, your release washes over you, and you keep moaning your girlfriend's name as she helps you ride out your orgasm. 

The first thing she does is free you from your restraints. Then she sits next to you, letting you rest your head in her lap as she caresses you. Little touches all over your skin calm you down, and you eventually end up closing your eyes, feeling safe with her.

"How was that, love?" she asks, and when you look up at her, you find a kind expression on her face as she watches you.

"Amazing," you whisper with a smile.

[belongtodeukae]

290 and 30 from the prompt list with Minji please! (mirror sex) I look forward to it, thank you 🙏

“You look good with my hands around your throat” & “Look at you, all flushed and pretty. Fuck, you’re perfect.”

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(11:16 pm) "no, no, no", minji's voice was breathy, her endurance never failing to amaze you even after she spent the last 10 minutes slamming into you relentlessly, "keep your eyes on me."

she's always had a thing for mirror sex, loving the way you'd struggle to obey her and keep your head up to maintain eye contact. watching your blissed out face in the mirror would give her more stamina to use all her might to push you over the edge again and again. that's exactly why she didn't allow the current situation when your forehead met the hard wood of her desk, the intense pleasure of her pounding her strap inside of you too much to bare.

your head was yanked back by her fingers that pulled on your hair, other hand pushing on the small of your back to help you arch it, and you could swear it made your walls tighten around her strap even more. the loud gasp you let out cut through the already stuffy room, making the sound of her hips meeting the skin of your ass barely noticeable.

"fuck", you whined when your eyes met minji's in the mirror, her mouth open slightly to help her breathe through it and maintain her stamina. it caused hoarse pants to leave her throat in perfect time gaps, some of them coming out as growls. her tongue peeked out to drag itself across her bottom lip, as if she's dying to devour you.

she slammed her hips into you one last time before coming to a stop to rest against you. she was buried inside of you as deeply as it was possible and loosened her grip on your hair. instead, she reached forward with both hands and one of them took a hold of you, her fingers grasping the space right underneath your chin and using the grip to pull your upwards and press you against her bare front. you whimpered, sensitivity getting the best of you as you shifted around her strap.

minji smirked at the way you trembled in her arms once she slid her free hand around you to rest it on your abdomen, muscles pulsing underneath her slender fingers. you were thankful for the grip she had on you as your knees were on the verge of giving out. 

“look at you, all flushed and pretty...” she hissed in your ear, fingers pushing on your jaw slightly to force you to look at yourself in the mirror that was connected to the desk, “fuck, you’re perfect.”

you couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention to anything but her as she bit on your earlobe gently, her heavy-lidded gaze sending even more electric shocks to your center. minji’s fingers danced around your jaw for a few moments until they settled on your neck. you noticed the way the outside of her palm flexed seconds before her fingers stretched out to wrap themselves around your neck and the tips pressed into the sides, choking you way more than lightly. she smiled at the vibrations she felt under her hand before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your cheek, “you look good with my hand around your throat”.

“please...” you begged as much as your throat let you, voice coming out as more desperate due to the pressure on your vocal cords. the ache between your legs was getting unbearable, worse by every second that passed that didn’t include minji moving inside of you. you tried moving your hips backwards, but it was impossible because of how tightly you were pressed between minji and the desk. she chuckled at your struggles, her hand that was on your abdomen dropping down slightly to circle your clit painfully slowly.

“i want your eyes on me when you come”, the way she spoke made your head spin; it was just above a whisper and it was as slow as her movements on your clit, and just as teasing, “and don’t think i’ll stop there... i’m not gonna stop until you’re ruined, your voice gone, your legs given out and your own name forgotten.”

“minji, please”, you tried to raise your voice as much as possible to get her to start working on the things she had promised, but it just came out as a desperate whine of plea. you suddenly felt her hips pulling back, your desperation hitting once the tip of her strap was nearly out, “no, no, please”, you almost screamed, already feeling too empty and your eyes filled with tears at the ache between your legs that became twice as bad. 

“please... mommy...” your gazes met in the mirror once again and minji nearly moaned at your words and the wrecked look in your eyes. 

“now that’s my good little slut”, she growled loudly, slamming back into you and setting a pace faster than the one before. tears started spilling down your cheeks as soon as you closed your eyes at the feeling of being full once again and every nerve in your body spiked with pleasure. minji’s hand clasped around your throat even harder as a warning sign to keep your eyes on the mirror, more growls coming out from her.

“i told you to keep eyes open when mommy’s fucking you.”

[lustspren]

Paperwork ft JiU

length: 6k words✦

Dreamcatcher’s JiU & Male Reader.

genres: smut, oral, public sex, office sex, hard sex, a little bit of bdsm, dirty talk,  secretary ✧ 

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Being the CEO of a modeling agency might seem like a simple and even fun job, but it was the opposite of that. GX was internationally recognized for working with many of the fashion industry's biggest names, with over 70 active male and female models, so business meetings were a much more frequent occurrence than normal. That's not counting the immense amount of stuff and paperwork that you had to attend to every hour. The vast majority, how could it be otherwise, were about money.

You weren't complaining, it was work after all. Not to mention that the money you earned was enough for you to retire at 25 and live your whole life on it.

You raised your left wrist to see the time on your watch. 8:14 AM, your check-in time. You walked through the lobby of the building with your briefcase in one hand, a serene and refreshing expression on your face. As the director of a modeling agency you had to take very good care of your physical appearance and your image. You were wearing a beige blazer and a white shirt buttoned up to the neck, along with khaki pants and brown dress shoes. But your favorite part, and that made you feel confident, were the black suspenders that your jacket hid.

A friendly greeting to everyone present at the time was enough for you to enter the elevator to the upper floors, a few glances still on you as the doors closed.

Next, you were on the floor where your office was located.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator, your vision was flooded by the constant flow of employees and assistants going from here to there, with dozens of papers and various documents in their hands. It was nice that the room was quite spacious, with a high ceiling, otherwise it would look like downtown Seoul on a Saturday afternoon.

The work centers were distributed neatly to one side, right next to the large windows that allowed to see the beautiful city in its maximum splendor. The cubicles were made up of two stalls, one facing the other, there were a total of six of them on each side of the floor, accompanied by a large black leather chair at the bottom of each row for the employees to rest in case they needed it. The division of the floor was marked by a group of four columns right in the center of it, decorated with plants at the base of each one. Finally, the highlight was the synthetic ebony floor, which reflected the light from the windows and gave the place a more lively appearance.

The few who noticed your presence offered you a quick greeting before going back to work, the others, however, were so absorbed in their tasks that they barely turned to see you. Better for you, you hated delays.

You walked for a few minutes through each row of cubicles, silently supervising the work that the employees carried out on their Macs. One screen in particular caught your eye, it seemed to be designing a logo. You stepped to the side of the girl's chair just to get a closer look. It wasn't until after a few seconds when the girl noticed you.

“Oh, ah… good morning sir,” she greeted sheepishly, pressing two keys to bring up the computer desktop.

"Good morning, Miss...Kim...Hyunjin, isn't it?" you asked.

“Yes, yes sir,” the dark-haired girl agreed.

“What were you working on? Show me, please,” you ordered kindly.

Hyunjin was hesitant at first, but eventually opened the app again to let you see. The screen now showed a redesign of the agency's current logo, now it was more minimalist, but at the same time it did not lose that touch of elegance that characterized it. It was perfect.

“Hm… why did you hide it? The design is excellent,” you finally mentioned, straightening up, “why aren't you in the marketing and design department?”

“Ah… I joined this agency as an economist, sir. It's a long story,” she seemed sad about it, like it was a subject she didn't like to talk about.

“Well, pick up your things. Right now you will be transferred, I want that logo everywhere,” you turned to leave, but the girl stopped you, grabbing you by the edge of your jacket sleeve.

You turned around somewhat confused, only to see Hyunjin with tears in her eyes.

"Are you serious?" she asked you with a trembling voice.

“Yeah, why are you sad about it? I can still change my mind, if you wish.”

"No!" she said quickly, shaking her head, "No...no, it's just that...my father..."

You immediately understood.

You raised your hand and shook your head to indicate that an explanation was not necessary. You left your briefcase on the floor, to take a silk handkerchief from your jacket pocket. You stood in front of her, wiping away the tears running down her cheeks with the soft cloth, then depositing it in her hand.

“There's no need to cry, Miss Kim,” you gave her a small smile, “I'll have my assistant do all the necessary paperwork for your mobilization. Now, gather your things and make sure you put that document away."

Ending the matter, you turned around and headed down the hall where the individual offices were, leaving the still stunned girl behind.

The corridor was quite long, proportional to the size of your office whose door was just to the left, in the middle of the wall. You immediately entered the room, which wasn’t exactly conspicuous for its simplicity.

It was the opposite of simple. It was a large office, designed to be state of the art, full of black and white. Your desk was in the shape of a wide L, made of a black synthetic wood and closed in front with a white plate; on top of it was just your Mac, a tall, thin silver lamp pointed at the keyboard, and the local phone. Behind it stood a large filing cabinet at least thirty feet high, with black doors and white edges; it was overflowing with folders marked by month and year. And to the left of the desk was a leather couch, big enough for four people.

You certainly didn't need such a big office. You were a man of simple tastes, you enjoyed the minimalist and the visually pleasing. On your first day as CEO it looked like a sci-fi space cabin, and you quickly disagreed, making changes left and right to make the room your own, even if it meant having to take out half the furniture that it was, in your opinion, unnecessary.

The vast cut of furniture made the office feel very empty, leaving the side opposite your desk totally bare except for a few decorations. You hated that feeling, just as you hated feeling alone in such a large space. You were quick to take action.

There she was, sitting cross-legged behind her small but no less pretty desk, her gaze riveted on her computer as she typed intently. Your secretary, Kim Minji, with her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. It wasn't until you closed the door behind you that she snapped out of her trance and turned her head to look at you.

“Good morning,” she greeted, flashing you a bright smile that caused her eyes to narrow slightly behind her glasses.

She wore a khaki cardigan over a thin white striped shirt with two open collar buttons, with a black skirt fitted a few inches above her knees, she had quite a distinct style when it came to dressing, opting mostly for light colors and opaque, she almost never wore a skirt of a different color, and she hated heels, so she wore sandals as long as it wasn't a formality.

"Good morning, Minji," you returned the gesture, to walk behind your desk, "what's new?" you asked, sitting down in your chair and putting the briefcase to the side of the desk.

Minji sighed stressed.

“A lot of things,” she answered, going through some documents that she had loose on her desk, “I sent everything to your email, so you can take a look.”

She looked back at her computer, the screen lit up her face. You immediately entered yours, finding yourself with dozens and dozens of new entries in your mailbox.

"Fuck, we have work to do," you grumbled, propping an elbow off the edge of the desk to support your chin with your hand.

After a few minutes, several knocks were heard on the door.

"Go ahead," Minji said.

Seconds later, a short boy with blue-black hair peeked through the door, an enthusiastic smile on his face. Ju Haknyeon, your assistant and computer technician.

"Good morning boss. Good morning, Miss Kim,” he bowed to them both, “If you need me, you know what to do. Want a coffee?”

“Good morning, Haknyeon,” you looked away from your computer to see him, “Yes please,” Haknyeon nodded to leave, “Oh! Before I forget it."

Haknyeon stopped, turning around.

“I have transferred Miss Kim Hyunjin to the marketing and design department. Do you know her?”

"Of course! I have chatted with her several times, she is quite sweet. Why?"

“Help her personally in the process. Make sure that the documents reach my power to sign them, and that everything is fast and effective.”

"Understood," he nodded, "May I ask the reason for that decision?" He asked, after a short pause.

"You'll see later, now go," you nodded toward the exit. Hakyneon bowed, before leaving the office.

Minji looked at you from across the room with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"Don't tell me she saw you with those pretty eyes of hers and led you to do that."

“No, you'll see later,” you repeated, “Why? You are jealous?" you joked.

Minji narrowed her eyes, clenching the pen into a fist without you noticing.

"Just check the fucking documents and sign them."

You let out a hearty laugh, settling into your seat. You took off your jacket, hanging it from the back of the chair before diving into the sea of papers.

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Minji rose from her chair, stretching out her arms and legs with a heavy sigh. It was 2:03 PM, six hours since the last time she was able to stand before planting her butt in that stall. You had already finalized more than half of the pending issues, but there was still a long process ahead to be able to finish.

“I don't know if we can get it all done before dismissal time,” Minji shrugged out of her cardigan, setting it aside by the keyboard.

"We'll have to put in an extra hour or two," you shrugged, leaning back in your chair.

“You're lucky you pay me too well to complain,” she pulled a pack of gum out of her bag, putting one to her mouth.

"Are you sure it's just because of that?" you stared at her, an amused look on your face.

Minji rolled her eyes at her, shaking her head. She walked to stand in front of your desk, braced her hands on the edge, and leaned in toward you, staring into your eyes. From your seat you could see her black bra under her shirt, just what she wanted.

“Listen to me, little boss,” she said, quietly, “You're teasing me, and you definitely don't want to tease me. You better keep your mouth shut."

She didn't really seem upset, but you supposed it was best not to look for her to be.

"Whatever you say, Miss Kim," you replied after a few seconds in which the tension between you only grew.

"Good. Now authorize the photo session with Prada, it will take place in a week in their buildings and the chosen ones were Kim Jisoo, Choi Yerim, Yoo Jimin and Kim Jiho. We just have to cover transportation and their assistants."

With that, Minji straightened up and walked back to her desk, swaying her hips from side to side knowing you had your eyes on her.

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The sun gradually stopped illuminating the office as the hours passed. It was 4:54 PM, by which time all regular-hour employees had left the building except for the custodians, cafeteria attendants, and a few hairstylists who stayed to make inventory.

You and Minji were still focused on your work. The documents were diminishing faster and faster, and in a short time you would be free to leave that place.

None of you said a single word beyond what was necessary. Only the sound of the air conditioning, the keys, the clicks, the pen against the paper and the continuous movements of the sheets rubbing against each other could be heard. The two of you had divided up the work so that you wouldn’t only take care of signing things, but also reading documents, answering emails and paying employees.

You both were a good team, three years of working relationship didn’t pass in vain, after all. You had gone out together on more than one occasion, for lunch on weekends or a drink, always friendly. At that point, you considered her a good friend and a person to rely on at all times.

The clock struck 5. Minji turned to it, exhaling heavily before going back to her business.

“You can go if you want, Minji. I can do it on my own, seriously,”  you said, looking at your screen noticing her obvious annoyance.

"What? Nope! Don't even think about it, I'll stay with you," she protested, raising her voice a little,  “Just because I complain doesn't mean I don't want to. I'm just tired, and I'm sure you are too."

She was right. It has been a hard and stressful day for both of you. You leaned to the right to see her.

"Thanks, really," you nodded.

“Besides, without me you're a mess. Ultimately, I'm staying."

She was right too. You let out a small laugh, before turning your chair towards the printer and continuing to work.

Exactly an hour and a half later you got up from your chair, dropping the pen on the table to indicate that it was the last signature you did for today. With a sigh you approached the window to your left, looking at the beautiful sunset between the buildings of Seoul for a few long seconds until you took a seat on the sofa in front of you, resting your head on the back and intertwining your hands in your lap.

Minji took a few more minutes to finish. She came out from behind her desk and walked wearily over to the couch, taking a seat next to you. A long sigh escaped her lips. She crossed her legs and rested her left elbow on the back of the couch, so she could turn around and look at you, her cheek resting on her hand.

"This job is fucking heavy," you declared with a smile, feeling the blonde's eyes on you, "It's nice to have a cute partner for motivation."

"Just cute?" Minji raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty, smart, kind, hard-working..."

“And…?

“And what?” You turned your head a little to see her.

Minji brought a hand to the nape of her neck, untying her ponytail and letting her silky blonde strands fall free over her shoulders. She brushed her hair back slowly, cocking her head to the side with a murderous look on her face. You followed every move carefully.

“Fine, and dangerously sexy,” you blurted out.

Minji couldn't help but let out a satisfied giggle. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks, it was evident that she wasn't used to receiving such comments very often, most of the time she was so immersed in your work that she didn't even have the chance to be a bit more spicy.

“More than all those models with perfect bodies and perfect faces?” she insisted, eager for your answer.

"You could very well be one of those models with the perfect body and perfect face, Minji."

You didn't know where she was getting with those questions. She seemed to be waiting for your answers like an animal eagerly waiting to be fed, only to sate her hunger later. Maybe that's where the shots went.

Not satisfied with that, Minji took her time undoing two more of the buttons on her shirt, never taking her eyes off you for a second. Now her cleavage was almost exposed, allowing you to see her bra. Your gaze made a detailed tour of every corner of her body. Her angelic facial features, her neck, her sharp collarbone, her hands, ending at her toned, luscious legs, pressed one on top of the other.

“Very well, yes. You are much sexier than any model in and out of this agency, I can say that for sure,” you stated, pursing your lips as her eyes rested on yours.

"That's what I wanted to hear," she replied with a mischievous smile, "now how about we release a little tension?"

With a quick movement Minji straddled your lap, resting her hands on your shoulders. That took you by surprise, but it didn't take long for you to warm up to play along.

"Just here? In our office?" your hands went to her waist, pressing to feel her between your fingers, “Why don't we go to my apartment instead?”

“I don't think I have enough patience… I want you here, and now,” the blonde demanded, taking her hands from your shoulders to your face, which she gently cradled to plant a tender kiss on your lips.

In a moment both were intoxicated by the kiss and the heat that both bodies gave off, your hands caressing up and down her thighs on each side of your waist. It wasn’t the first time you were in a situation like this. Some time ago you had a small moment of sexual tension with kisses in between, but you were drunk and the moment wasn’t right, so you quickly left the thing behind.

Minji brought her hands to the hem of her skirt, slowly pulling it up until she was wrapped around her waist, her legs and butt now fully exposed. You gave each of her cheeks a slight squeeze, causing the blonde to start moving firmly on your lap. Both crotches rubbing against each other.

You tightened your hold on her butt, making the brush between your bodies even tighter. Minji moaned into the kiss in response, pulling away from it after a few seconds and plunging into your neck. She took a moment to get rid of the bothersome straps, delivering deep, needy kisses that reached all the way to your collarbone. The girl's hands worked efficiently on your shirt, undoing each button all the way down, then sliding the garment off your shoulders.

Her first instinct was to plant her hands on either side of your torso, feeling your skin against your fingertips as she moved them up and down and kissed your chest. You took her by the chin to bring her back to your height, kissing her again for a few seconds as you returned the favor and removed her shirt and her bra, freeing her round and soft breast

Minji held her breath as you broke the kiss and leaned down to bring one of her tits to your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and sucking gently. She moaned softly, resuming the movement of her hips in your lap with both arms around your neck, occasionally stroking the hair at the nape of your neck.

You continued playing with her breasts for a few seconds until Minji gently pulled you apart, getting off your lap and kneeling on the floor between your legs. She took a moment to remove her glasses and set them aside on the couch, her hands caressing the inside of your thighs. She brought her face a few inches from your crotch, kissing the thick bulge that protruded from the fabric as if it were a treasure. She was soon joined by her hand, which gave a light squeeze before beginning to work on your belt and pants.

With your pants now off your legs Minji focused all of her attention on your eminent erection, which was already screaming to be released judging by how hard it was. She stroked her hand along your entire length slowly.

“Fuck… I already want all of this inside me,” Minji said, her voice thick with sensuality and desire, finishing with a small bite on her lower lip.

With no time to lose, Minji gripped her fingers in the seam of your boxer briefs, finally pulling them away from your legs and freeing your throbbing cock. She planted a few wet kisses at the base of it, climbing up to meet your tip and give it a slow lick that made you shiver.

She held it with one hand, using her lips in kisses to stimulate every little corner of your shaft. When she reached your tip she again twisted her tongue around it, collecting the small drops of precum that began to seep to continue moving from top to bottom.

Seeking a better taste, Minji wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently up and down as your face twisted slightly in pleasure. After a few seconds, she pulled it out with a loud pop, slowly jerking you off with her hand.

“Someday you could bring Miss Kim here…I want to see if she can do this better than me,” Minji said, spreading wet kisses down the back of your member.

"I'm not going to do that. What kind of boss do you take me for?

"Oh no? Then maybe I should just go and leave you with your pants down…"

Minji made a move to stand up, but you grabbed her arm hard and yanked her to her knees again. Preempting anything she had to say, you held her in place with one hand on the back of her neck and plunged her fully into your cock, half of it now inside her mouth.

Minji moaned around your shaft, further turned on by how roughly she was being treated. You kept your hand on the back of the girl's head, setting a steady rhythm that she soon got used to.

Soon you didn't need to use your hand, as Minji was moving her head up and down forcefully, taking most of your length in her mouth. Seconds later, it turned into a sloppy, frantic blowjob.

You raised both arms to the back of the couch, enjoying the lewd act between your legs. Minji worked expertly, barely displaying a gag reflex as she brought you right down her throat. As a last move, she took every inch of you into her mouth until her nose rested against your base. You closed your eyes, fighting with yourself not to explode in that moment. Seconds later, as she was choking, Minji pulled you out of her mouth taking a deep breath, jerking you off furiously. Several threads of saliva connected your cock with her mouth.

You leaned forward, cupping your hands over Minji's face for a passionate kiss that only lasted a few seconds.

“Get up… I want to have my taste too,” you ordered.

Minji stood up, followed closely by you who wrapped both arms around her body. You guided her between kisses behind her desk, pushing the chair aside so you could have more room and pulling it up to the edge of it. By pure instinct Minji opened her legs wide, causing small friction between your tip and her crotch. You broke the kiss to rush down her breasts and her abdomen to kneel in front of the wet spot in her panties.

Avoiding wasting as little time as possible, you hook your fingers into the hem of her underwear to slide it down Minji's beautiful legs. Now you had a front row view of her glistening pussy, soaked from the little session earlier.

"I didn't know my co-worker was such a dirty little slut..."

"I'm just a dirty little slut to you, boss."

Seeking to push her as far as possible, you began by distributing small kisses and bites on the inner side of her thighs, causing small involuntary reflexes in her. You moved more and more into the center, purposely circling her slit only to drive her into despair. Minji twisted her hips subtly, searching for your mouth.

Having had enough of teasing, you placed your tongue flat on her slit and gave her a slow lick that ended on her clit, which you greeted with a small kiss that tickled Minji. The girl's legs closed slightly on either side of your head as you used your lips and tongue to stimulate her in different random patterns, letting her motor now run into overdrive.

Loud moans soon filled the large office as pleasure built inside Minji. You set about devouring her pussy like it was a gourmet dish made by a five-Michelin-starred chef, frantic, precise movements attacking her sensitive little nub with your tongue, turning it into a quivering mess on the desk.

With her thighs pressed fully to either side of your head, Minji threaded her fingers through your hair, desperately pushing your face deeper into her pussy in search of her orgasm. You understood perfectly, so you decided to double your efforts, bringing your index and middle fingers to her slit. Being so wet already your fingers entered without complication, eliciting the loudest moan yet from her.

That was a coup de grace for the blonde. She was soon overwhelmed by the incessant assault on her clit, combined with the pumping of your fingers deep inside her.

"Fuck... don't s-stop, I'm so close, p-p-please keep it up honey... oh fuck!" she moaned loudly, playing with her own breast with her free hand.

Just saying those words was enough for Minji to press her thighs even tighter around your head and suddenly explode in your mouth, writhing aggressively on her desk, loud moans filling the room. You firmly held her legs to plant her in her place and prevent her from knocking something off her desk, you really had made a mess of her.

After a few long seconds Minji laid her back flat on the cold wood, struggling to regulate her breathing. You took that as a sign to stop. You pulled your fingers out, and pulled away from her crotch licking your lips. A small smile appeared on your face.

“You taste very, very good…just as I expected,” you leaned into her, seeking her lips to once again plunge into a sloppy, fiery kiss.

“Put that damn thing inside me…I need it,” Minji said, breaking the kiss after long seconds.

She cupped your cock with one hand, rubbing the tip meanly up and down her slit. Already annoyed, she bit your lip hard and caught you again in a kiss that lasted only a few seconds until you introduced the first centimeters of your cock inside her.

Minji pulled away from your mouth to moan simultaneously with you. You slowly pushed your full length into her tight, wet cavity. You gave her some time to adjust to your thickness; after a moment, your cock had disappeared inside her.

You stood up in front of the desk, took hold of both of Minji's thighs with your hands and began to move your hips back, inching out of her until only the tip was inside, to enter again with a strong thrust, Minji let out a loud moan.

“Fuck me… hard. Don't you dare be careful,” Minji pleaded, licking her lips and pursing them, meeting your eyes.

"I didn't mean to be."

You gritted your teeth and clung firmly to her waist, beginning to establish the intense rhythm that would continue for the next few minutes. That ended the momentary silence in the office, now filled with Minji's moans, the wet sound of your fused intimacies, and the slight bump between your bodies.

Your right hand traveled up her toned abdomen to stop on one of her breasts, squeezing it and playing with her nipple between your fingers. Minji responded with little squeaks of pleasure punctuated by the thrusts, enjoying the combination of intense pleasures. You couldn't help but admire the sultry expressions on your pretty secretary's face as her inner walls hugged your cock tightly, almost forbidding you to get out of her.

Minji took hold of your wrist with her hand, pulling it from her breast to her neck.

“Ch-choke me…” she pressed her own hand around your wrist to invite you to it.

You didn't think about it for a second. After wrapping your fingers around her neck, you pressed hard enough not to hurt her, slightly stifling her breath. Minji tried to moan, but nothing came out of her mouth but small choking sounds. Her pussy tightened around your shaft even more, showing how much she was enjoying it.

“I didn't know the little slut was turned on by this kind of practice… Tell me, what other things should I know?” you loosened your grip, the opposite of the movement of your hips, which became more aggressive.

"S-S-slap me…" she managed to say, widening her eyes a little.

You were an obedient boy, so you quickly removed your hand from her neck to give her a sharp slap. You knew how to control your strength, there would be no problem playing with her a little more.

“What are you, Kim Minji?” you asked, pursing your lips, doing your best to keep up your pace without exhausting yourself.

“I'm a dirty little whore…” Minji bit her own lip hard to tease you. You fell for her tease, giving her a harder slap on the other side of her face.

“Not the answer I expected,” you grabbed at her jaw, causing her to look at you.

"I'm your dirty little slut... I-I belong to you, and only you."

"That's better," you smiled, "Get up, I want to fuck you from behind."

You came out of her without warning, grabbing her wrists to help her down from her desk and then turning her back to you. Minji knew what to do right away, leaning over her desk and presenting her perfect ass to you, plus she removed the ponytail holding her hair, which flowed free down her back.

You aligned the tip of your cock with her entrance again, entering her with a hard thrust. Minji threw her head back to let out a piercing moan, and you took the opportunity to grab a fistful of her hair in your hand, pulling it hard against you as you resumed your frantic thrusts.

You put the weight of your free hand on her lower back, using it as support to push deeper and hit that precious spot with ease, which wasn't so difficult thanks to the new position. Minji just moaned uncontrollably, feeling closer to her own orgasm.

"I-I'm going to-o-o-o..." Minji was trying to formulate her sentence, but the intense shakes she received from your thrusts only interrupted her, "AHHHHH!".

After a loud cry Minji clung with her hands to the edge of the desk in front of her face, while her legs trembled. Her second orgasm of the day attacked her more aggressively than the previous one, with violent spasms that ended up leaving her body exhausted. You didn't stop for a moment, fucking her hard through her climax. It was all becoming too much to take, the sweet sounds of pleasure coming from her like music to your ears, and the sudden constriction of her walls around your cock eventually pushed you over the edge too.

"M-minji... where..." you gasped, letting go of her hair and now supporting both hands on her behind to squeeze it between your fingers, several drops of sweat running down your forehead.

“I-i-in-si-d-e-...p-please f-fill m-me up, I-I n-eed it...” Minji said in a weak voice, the side of her face flat against the desk, and her eyes narrowed.

That was all you needed. With a few more thrusts of your hips you exploded with one last thrust, unloading a huge load of cum inside her. You clung with all your strength to her hips while you closed your eyes, fully enjoying your own climax. You'd probably leave marks on her skin, but you didn't care, and you were sure she didn't either.

Minji let out a long sigh of satisfaction as she felt the hot, thick liquid inside her, giving a small smile. It took a few seconds for her to muster enough energy to lift the weight of her desk and bring her back closer to you, who were still recovering. Even though you were more on one spiritual plane than the other, you gently took her by the waist to kiss her affectionately.

“I needed this, thanks, little boss,” she said after a few seconds, looking into your eyes with a wide smile. What a contrast.

“You just had to ask me, I don't think I would have refused,” you replied with a small laugh.

"You're still inside me, you know?" Minji raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yes, I know."

You separated from her, gradually removing your dick from inside her. Within seconds, the thick white liquid slowly spilled out of her entrance and slowly fell to the ground.

“Wow, looks like we have to clean up ourselves this time,” Minji laughed, trailing her fingers to her entrance and scooping up a bit to bring it into her mouth, “Hmm, yummy,” she winked at you.

“Do you have wet wipes or something? You're a mess."

“In my bag, front pocket,” the girl stated.

Within seconds of going to get them you came back with the pack of wipes in one of your hands and Minji's clothes slung over your shoulder. You left both things on the desk so she could get dressed when she finished cleaning up.

“Thank you sweetheart,” she leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

After a little while cleaning, dressing and leaving the office impeccable, you both turned off your respective computers, gathered your things, and left through the office door.

The building, unsurprisingly, felt like a mausoleum without the presence of the employees. There were only two janitors left, who were also packing up to leave. Some gave them both amused glances as they reached the elevator.

“Am I that loud?” Minji asked in a low voice, ducking behind you as they entered the elevator.

“Hm… little bit, yes,” you replied, pressing the downstairs button.

“Fuck, what a shame,” she hid her face in your back, clinging to you with her arms.

“I'm sure they won't say a single word. Not if they want to keep their jobs,” you shrugged.

“You don't have to fire anyone. Let them talk what they want,” Minji rested her chin on your shoulder, looking straight ahead.

"Very well. But we will not repeat what happened in the office. We can go to my apartment whenever we want."

The elevator door opened at the lobby of the building, and you stepped out of the building to go straight to the exit. Minji linked her arm with yours.

"No? To my knowledge, we have a certain unfinished business with a certain helpless kitten,” she reminded you mischievously.

You sighed.

"You take care of convincing her, I'm not going to get in there."

"I always take care of everything, cutie, no problem," she patted you on the shoulder, "Now let's go, I need to cuddle with you, I'm exhausted."

With that, you and Minji headed straight for the parking lot where your car was. In a few seconds, you two were on your way to what would be your little love nest for the next few months.

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SPREN NOTES:

Well, surprise surprise. I originally didn't plan on touching this story in any way, since it was originally a smut between a boy group member and Minji that I had written last year, but I said "fuck it", and started adapting it for being a male reader insert story. It is a work that I am quite proud of and that I really enjoyed writing, I hope you like it! Btw, look forward to Sullyoon's smut this weekend.

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The Temptations of The Night

(Jiu x Male Reader, 3k Words) Tags: Back With More Vampiric Sex, You Get Drained, Literally, Well At Least A Part Of You Does, Vaginal Contortions, Acrobatic Positions, Unnatural Pussy Magics, An Addiction To That Sweet Vampussy, Blood Magic, Magnificent Blowjobs, Deep Throating, Wholesome Cuddling

Part 1 Here

No lamb had ever gone more willingly to the slaughter. You pause at her door, arm upraised, trembling from a sordid mixture of fear and arousal; desperate to simply turn around and leave, but unable to resist the temptation to give into your lust. She had not left your mind this past month, visions of her lithe body had frolicked through your mind, you had been unable to concentrate on anything else. So now you were back, even though you really should not be, about to take another step along a path you should not have gone down to begin with. But you were merely mortal and her hold upon your soul was unbreakable, so you knock confidently, as if you had not been standing stone-still for five minutes as your mind roiled with deliberations. You need not wait long to consider your damnation however, for immediately the door swings open, banishing your apprehensions. A kindly goddess dowered in black lace smiles in satisfaction, extending a dainty hand in invitation,

"Welcome back, my dear," Jiu murmurs, "I am pleased by your return. Please, come inside, for the night is cold..."

The familiar darkness swallows you as you step beneath her doorway, the door swinging silently shut as Jiu embraces you in her cool arms. Her mouth slightly opens, as she tilts her head up into a kiss, her icy soft lips pressing against yours hungrily. You let out a moan of desire, passionately returning the kiss as you hold her wiry body tight against you; your hands caressing her back. Your tongues intertwine, sliding across one another as you breathe heavily; so lost in the sensation are you that you barely notice your lips being slightly scratched, as if with twin razors. Jiu pulls out of the kiss, eyes gleaming in the faint light, her lower lip trisected by her two long, narrow fangs, "My, such... ardor. I see that you missed me," she glances down playfully, "I am looking forward to tasting you once more..." Jiu gently leads you deeper into her flat, flambeaux humming to life in consideration of your inferior night-vision, depositing you in a worn black leather armchair. She smoothly pulls its pair in front of yours, languidly reclining in it as she watches you drink in the sight of her once more. After all, it was not every night that you got to make love to a vampire.

Jiu seems to be in a mischievous mood, her small talk deliberately ignoring sexual subjects, while a delicate foot probes at your crotch. Her eyelids crease in amusement, as your voice catches, your hips unintentionally humping her foot as it presses against your manhood. Her eyes bore into yours as your member starts to throb after only minutes of this treatment, you had yet to even remove your pants and she was already on the cusp of draining you. The candlelight flickers amorously across her pale skin as she suddenly removes her foot; she idly bites her thumb as you watch, breathless and heaving. Jiu leans forwards reaching out to cup your cheek before sliding down to your neck, then her thumb flashes along it, drawing a line of blood. You blink, and move to touch the spot, before slowly realizing that your arms are not obeying you; nor for that matter, is much else. She touches a delicate finger to your lips as she soothes you, "Worry not my dear, simply a little... help," she smirks, blandly unzipping your pants as she explains, "I noticed you were quite aroused by my nature; the unnatural, it excites you does it not?" Jiu's fangs slide to full length in emphasis, and she elegantly positions herself between your frozen legs. You shiver as she brushes her teeth against your tip, which promptly leaks precum in response; Jiu lets out a surprisingly girlish giggle, "I think... Perhaps I shall drink you dry tonight..." her voice hisses up at you, sending a shudder of erotic fear through you.

You moan plaintively as Jiu's head bobs between your legs, slurping and sucking upon your frozen member; unable to move enough to produce semen, your poor cock simply drips what little fluid it can. You are still able to feel sensation however, and so you are forced to endure a seemingly endless procession of orgasms. Your muscles locked together, you are completely vulnerable to the temptress, she could drain your blood whenever she pleased, and you would be entirely unable to stop her. The prospect sends an icy thrill through you, your body reacting to the danger by pumping you full of more and more hormones; eager to dump your semen before you pass. When the waves of pleasure assaulting your mind have grown almost unbearable, Jiu lazily raises her hand in front of your blurred vision, and snaps. The dam breaks, your seed exploding from your manhood into her mouth, Jiu digging in at the base of your cock to hold on as your hips buck and spasm wildly. Her throat bobs steadily as she swallows the long ropes of semen spewing down her throat, calmly riding out the storm as your orgasm lasts several minutes. Only after your thunderous climax does she unlatch from your crotch, fangs leaving faint pinpricks behind in your flesh. She idly wipes away the spittle staining her chin, "My, you have been saving up, haven't you?"

Jiu fetches some water and a blanket for you, curling up against you before shrouding the both of you in warm fuzz. She affectionately scratches your neck, seemingly amused at your exhausted state, "I had anticipated that you would enjoy restraint, but to such a degree? Such deviancy..." A charge you can hardly deny, especially not to the woman whose stomach you had just emptied a vast quantity of semen into. Luckily, said lady appeared quite content to simply cuddle with you while you recovered from your strenuous exertion; though she had done an excellent job in removing your clothes without much of a hassle. Your strength gradually returns, and soon you're attention is occupied by the cool body of Jiu snuggled up against your own. You start to touch and stroke her lithe body, causing her eyes to crinkle in amusement, as she allows you to feel her up; though she does stop you from trying to remove her outfit, "Not yet, my dear, you will enjoy it more with me clothed." Whatever it was, you were not exactly sure, but you are eager to find out. Soon you are kissing once more, her clothed form pressing up against yours as her hand daintily works your manhood until it is once more rigidly saluting her. Your unnaturally swift recovery was no doubt aided by Jiu's subtle nibbles as your tongues wrestle, the aphrodisiac in her fangs granting fresh vigor to your already mauled member.

Jiu stands, pulling you up with her, causing the blanket to pool around your feet, your cock pushing needily against the fabric covering her crotch, desperate to get inside. She pulls out of your embrace to smile, evidently pleased by your blatant lust, "My, so vigorous, it is endearing. You will appreciate this then..." Jiu gets onto her tiptoes, then leans back into the air, further than she should be able to support, pulling her legs up with her so that it is as if she is resting upon an invisible table. The long tail of her outfit forms a black waterfall, seemingly sourced from her now vulnerable loins, the fabric of her bodysuit pulling tightly against the lips of her sex. She looks up at you, lips parted in good humor, and subtly wiggles her hips in invitation, urging you onwards. You grunt like a rutting boar, as you shove your cock against the thin cloth protecting her entrance, careless in your need to fill Jiu; until the material strains enough to allow your tip to slightly penetrate her. Jiu raises an eyebrow in delicate mockery, and looks to be about to tease you when the fabric finally tears and your manhood plunges inside of her. She lets out a soft gasp, which is entirely drowned out by your own animalist groans, as the tepid folds of her pussy engulf your cock once more. Her eyes seem to flash in the candlelight, "Mmm, I shudder to think the pounding I would endure had I beguiled you properly, we would be here all night I would think!" The drumbeat of your sexes slamming together seems to indicate your agreement, and she lets out another curiously innocent giggle. Then she starts to stretch, arching her back further and further until her midnight hair kisses the carpet, an acrobatic feat that causes her pussy to curve in an addicting manner. Now you can see the bulge your manhood is making in her taut stomach, even through her outfit. as it strains mightily to force Jiu's sex back into shape but inevitably fails to do so. A failure which does not bother your now drooling cock in the least, as waves of pleasure pulse through it from exotic angle it is now enjoying. When your orgasm finally peaks, you shudder and convulse, holding onto Jiu's rigid hips for support as you unload your warmth into the lukewarm confines of her unliving sex. When it is finished, she leans back up, touching her groin fondly as she chuckles, "Did you save up for several weeks? Had my womb been fertile then you would have quickened me!"

The vampire sighs, idly playing with the loose ends of her bodysuit, "And you tore my outfit, which was arousing, yet still." Placing a hand on your still heaving stomach she lightly pushes you backwards, causing your manhood to flop out of her; but not a drop of semen follows it. Jiu swings her legs back down so that she can stand, no longer ignoring the feeble demands of gravity. A smile quirks her lips as she notices you once again touching her sides, "I see you still require attention, let us deal with that issue in my chambers, yes?" Obviously not trusting you to not to attempt to mount her on the way there, Jiu once again freezes you with a swipe of blood across your chest. Humming quietly, she then levitates you and leads you into her bedroom, waving a hand to snuff out the lights as she goes. Now entirely shrouded in darkness, you can perceive little until you are gently lowered to the floor, mobile once more, but still only able to make out a faint pale blur in front of you. Then the curtains are thrown back, and the light of the gibbous moon floods into the darkly paneled room; adorning the pallid goddess in a familiar scene of deja vu. But unlike last time, you are no longer hesitant, and nor is Jiu acting particularly demure as she shed her outfit without much fuss. Now the lunar glow caresses her tight curves, anointing her perky breasts and making her milky nipples conspicuous with their darker tone. Her lower lips glisten wetly, and you feel your member stir fitfully at the sight, but is unable to react properly to the lust filling you. Jiu's eyes narrow kindly, and she acts swiftly to fix the problem; leaning in, she bites your neck, fangs digging in to extract what lies beneath. Your breath catches as Jiu languidly drinks your blood, your jugular pulsing as she taps into it; is this it then? But she does not finish you, stopping quite short, and as she licks the wound closed you do not feel much diminished in strength. Seductively touching a finger to her tongue, she dips it in the blood still pooling upon it before swiping it across your shriveled member and ordering it to rise.

Now with blood surging through your manhood once more, it bulges obscenely, forced upright by Jiu's fell charm. Her stomach now has some color to it, which lightly spreads up to her face, before it vanishes and pools down towards her crotch. She smiles in satisfaction before elegantly climbing onto the bed, arching her back, she raises her pallid ass in the air and looks back at you teasingly, "Well, slake yourself, you beast." Jiu's butt sways indulgently in the moonlight as you clamber onto the bed after her, and upon spreading her perky cheeks you recklessly shove yourself inside of her. You gasp in surprise at the heat suffusing her pussy, no longer was it cold and clammy, now it was burning hot and sopping wet. Jiu herself seems a touch affected by it as well, moaning softly as your cock pummels her insides rapaciously. You plow Jiu mercilessly, subconsciously knowing that she would be able to stop you with ease should you overstep yourself, you treat her not like some gracefully courtesan but instead like a cheap fucktoy. The lady in question if anything seems bemused by your vigorous coupling, and is content to let you drain your lusts into her before she drains you. The force of your thrusts are so great you unmount her several times, you cock slurping out of the warm confines of her body, and slamming against her tightly clenched asshole before sliding upwards into her crack. Jiu chuckles when you do this, tutting with mirth, "It will not go in you know, it has not opened in quite a while..." By the time she has finished gently scolding you however, you were already forcing yourself back inside of her pliant hole.

Your first orgasm leaves you breathless, Jiu's unnaturally stimulating pussy too intoxicating for your body to resist any longer, you howl as your seed surges into her, flooding her with gooey ropes that soak into her folds. But the flame of lust within you remains undimmed, as you use your weight to force the lady's hips down into the sheets. Jiu lets out a dignified huff as you press her prone, allowing her legs to open to allow you greater freedom of movement; which you require. Your thrusts are long and deep, mechanically slamming down into her sex as your cock instinctively urges you to breed her once more. Your balls slap wetly against her clitoris, now your entire body is lathered in sweat from your exertions, adrenaline spiking to provide you with enough energy to complete your primal mission. You bury your face in Jiu's nape, nipping and gnawing at her cold flesh even as you savor the salty taste of it; her bun tickling your forehead. Jiu lets out a pleased noise from your ferocious ardor, her pussy tightening in time with your movements, stroking you greedily. You kiss her hair as you climax once more, breathing deep the scent of her perfume as you dispense thick curdles of semen into her once more. You collapse onto Jiu, chest heaving with exhaustion, but your manhood still remains painfully erect within her.

You stagger upright, swaying precariously as you glance down at your sore member throbs unnaturally, retaining its stiffness in defiance of nature. You start as Jiu playfully bumps her now pleasantly rosy rear against your sensitive cock, giggling demurely as precum froths at its tip. She evidently has noted your tired state however, as she graciously comforts you, "Allow me to lead this dance, relax..." Her fingers gently lower you back towards her entrance, and she mounts you with a sigh of satisfaction. Your legs quiver as aching pleasure shoots up through your shaft, it is all you can do to remain standing on your knees. Indulgently, not even pausing in her lethargic movements, Jiu's finger stitches the air, and you suddenly feel yourself being firmly supported. She smiles mischievously up at you, "Now then, hold on dear." With that brief warning whispering in your ears, Jiu truly starts to move. Her hips slither skillfully up and down your length, bucking and writhing unnaturally as her pussy bends around your cock in new and exotic ways. Tirelessly, she fucks you, riding you expertly, keyed into your every twitch and shiver until she has devised the precise routine necessary to bring you to a swift climax. Then Jiu repeats that pattern ceaselessly, gratifying your manhood in ways you had no idea even existed; her folds pressing against your most sensitive points mercilessly. You squirm, feeling your depleted balls rise up for one last heroic effort, helped along by some unseen force. You are almost sobbing as your final loads sputters into Jiu, leaking the dregs of your testicles into her gluttonous pussy, even as she continues to fuck you relentlessly. Only when your groans turn to whimpers does she halt, smoothly dismounting you and dismissing whatever magics that forced you erect, allowing your meat to shrivel gratefully.

Jiu's eyes shimmer in the moonlight as she tenderly lowers you onto the soft sheets, nestling against your side as she lazily levitates refreshments and a now-familiar fuzzy blanket towards the bed. "My, I feel... bloated, my womb sloshes with every breath. I almost feel too full to feed... almost." You do not even have the strength to look at her, let alone resist as Jiu nuzzles against your neck and digs her fangs into your flesh. You moan plaintively as the twin needles fill you with numbing bliss, the lady going untroubled as she feeds upon your vitae. She finishes her meal sooner than the last tryst however, stopping short of leaving you senseless; her tongue gently lapping your wound close. Jiu idly caresses your sweat-covered chest, "After such a... passionate joining, perhaps some rest is in order?" She benevolently assists you in draining your water glass, before curling back up against you, her body now vaguely lukewarm to the touch, "Sleep my dear, you have satisfied me this night..." And you obey, feeling supremely pleased by her praise...

You awaken to find the thick curtains drawn tight, the room filled with abyssal darkness, a cool pressure coiled across your body. You shift slightly, causing the weight to stir, before cuddling more deeply; murmuring incoherently. You reach a throbbing arm up to explore the person atop you, before remembering where you were, in her lair; causing you to pause with your hand clenching her posterior. The lady of the night sighs, "Oh don't stop, I know you mortals are particularly... invigorated come the dawn." Judging by the pulsating sensation coming from your crotch, your member is much inclined to agree with her; even after the thrashing it had received that evening. Jiu's finger slides across your shaft, bringing if fully awake as she maneuvers herself in the lightless void. You feel something soft and wet touch your tip, as the blanket coils down onto your chest, "Allow me, this will not take long, will it?"

Jiu was entirely correct.

[let-them-read-fics]

You Again?

Pairing: Jiu x Fem!Reader

AU: Non-Idol

Warnings / Misc. -- Some Angst, Smut, Fluff, Happy Ending :)

Word Count: 9,955

Summary: Y/N and Jiu have history. Unresolved tension, unanswered questions, lingering desire: the inconvenient kind. But when they both unwittingly agree to attend a mutual friend's vacation trip, they're forced to confront their feelings head on and learn to live with one another again.

Why, exactly?

Because they just so happen to be rooming together.

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hi everyone! I apologize for my absence, but I hope you enjoy this piece :) I have more stories coming, so stay tuned! 💖 Make sure to eat something good today and drink plenty of water.

💖 Happy Reading 🌹

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This has got to be a day for the record books. One of the worst, most unfair in all of human history. 

Well, let’s be realistic: one of the worst in your life. Maybe “human history” is a bit of a stretch – though you can’t exactly blame yourself for giving into the dramatics at a time like this.

The sound of your best friend sighing in frustration brings you out of your annoyed daze, pulling your attention back to her. 

“Y/N, you’re acting like a child. It’s only for one night.”

“Exactly, Y/BFFs/N; one night is far too long for the two of us to be around each other.”

She scoffs, but you don't budge. There's no way you're accepting this without a fight. 

"Why don't we have somebody else switch?" You suggest. 

She shakes her head, dismissing you. "Most of the girls already went up," she explains, motioning behind herself to the cabin. Sure enough, you can see shadows moving within the rooms – forms hidden behind pulled curtains, almost taunting as they shift around in the visible lamplight.

“And I’ve already told Jiu about it.”

You roll your eyes.

"Plus we all sorted this out beforehand." She shrugs. "Since you both joined at the last minute, it only makes sense to put you together."

Now it's your turn to sigh. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head. 

"How about I sleep in the car?" You brighten at the thought of your own scheme; quite literally anything would be better than being trapped between four walls with Jiu. 

"Ha ha, very funny," Y/BFFs/N mocks, clearly not amused. "You can't stay out here. You'll either freeze to death or waste all of our gas trying not to, and I don't think you really wanna do that." 

A disappointed tut leaves you; your warm breath turns to a puff of white air before dissipating into the night. 

Alright, maybe it's colder than you thought. Maybe.

"I'll talk to the others tomorrow morning and see what I can do, okay?" She offers, bringing a hand up to rub the back of her neck. She looks tired, and a pang of guilt washes over you when you notice it.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Regret shines in your eyes, but it's quickly eased by the growing, sleepy smile on her face. 

"Don't worry about it," she reassures you, looping an arm with yours. The two of you fall in step together, heading back to the cabin. 

"I know it's difficult, after everything. But it's just a few hours. I'm sure you can survive that, no?" 

You shake your head, though you're grinning. 

"We'll have to see. I'm sure she'll make it hard." 

Y/BFFs/N slides her free hand along the polished oak handle of the porch's glass door, opening it for the two of you. 

"Just be civil and it'll all be fine. You don't even have to talk." 

The resulting glare you send her makes her laugh. 

Tonight will definitely be the death of you. 

–

Across the first floor, tucked away in the kitchen, Jiu is hard at work. She stands in a pair of shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, cleaning the grill she helped prepare dinner on earlier. A few strands of her hair have evaded the grasp of her ponytail holder, coming down to frame her face as she scrubs away. 

“Why don’t you just save that for the morning?” Someone unseen inquires, sounding half asleep. 

She turns around to find one of your friend’s other invites moseying over to the center island, bottle of water in hand. Her face is scrunched up some, and the small bags under her eyes immediately remind Jiu of who she is.

It’s Sua, the person who pre-gamed too early and overexerted herself when the group first arrived at the cabin earlier this morning. She’s been nursing a headache for the past few hours as a result. 

The low groan that she lets out as she hauls herself onto the high-top chair makes Jiu giggle, but she stifles it to the best of her ability. The younger girl has managed to brighten everybody’s moods all day long despite feeling how she does; she's truly a gift. 

“I want to get it done so I can rest easy,” Jiu finally answers. 

Sua rolls her eyes. “Sleep now, clean later. This is a vacation for a reason, you know? We deserve to procrastinate.” She raises her bottle to her lips, taking a long drink. 

“You do that, I’ll clean,” Jiu resolves, nodding to herself. 

“Suit yourself, pabo.” 

Sua folds her arms on the countertop and lays her head down, yawning as she nuzzles her cheek against the soft material of her sweater. Jiu glances at her and smiles, amused. She appreciates her nonchalance likely more than anyone else on this trip; it’s distracted her from her worries.  

Namely, you: her biggest inconvenience. 

When news reached her of Y/BFFs/N’s plans for a week-long getaway, she was intrigued. Work had been a hassle, she was stressed, and all in all she just needed a break. So, she pulled some strings, got her shifts covered, and took the time off.

All was well for the first few hours, when everyone was at Y/BFFs/N’s house, readying up to make the long drive to the forest resort; but then you made a surprise appearance there, busting in and looking just as good as you did the last time Jiu saw you. 

Effectively, it ruined her mood.

You’d glanced at her, then, when you first walked through the door. She was the one closest to you, having been on her way to get a refill of the drink she had in hand. Truthfully, it felt like slow motion; for a second, it was like the two of you were back to where you had been all that time ago. 

When you were still together.

You crossed the threshold with an eager smile, luggage bags weighing heavy in your hands before you allowed them to slip off your fingertips and land on the ground with a soft noise of impact. She met your eye for a fleeting moment, and she unconsciously took a small step toward you. Her lips began to pull back in the soft grin that you always told her you loved, mimicking the happy expression on your face. For that foolish second, she was transfixed. Foolish.

It was as if you were looking through her; you hadn’t actually perceived her at all, really. She was a passing face as you searched for Y/BFFs/N’s, only caring to register hers. 

Just before Jiu could utter a word or reach you, a loud cheer rang out from behind her. The entirety of the group had picked up on your arrival, word spreading fast throughout the living room once one of them caught a glimpse of you. 

She cursed quietly and retreated a few steps, allowing the excited crowd to gather around you and visit. 

You happily shared the story of how your boss – who’s always regarded you with a distant indifference – finally showed her humanity and adjusted the schedules so that you could have some time off. Not the entire week, of course, but a few days to go and be with your friends. Everyone seemed genuinely happy to see you; even the ones who barely knew you, having only heard of your existence through the stories that Y/BFFs/N had told them. It all made Jiu feel like the odd one out.

But she could remember a time when just hearing your name made her heart flutter, too, so she couldn’t exactly fault them. 

From a distance, she watched you. How you moved. How your hands danced around as you explained your stories. The way your lips pouted and pursed with every syllable, almost taunting her. 

She thought she had gotten over you months ago, after things ended. She thought she was stronger than this; but clearly, moving on would be impossible with you around. That was to be done separate, no more strings attached. The idea of having to look at you, to hear your laugh, to be near you in such a way and pretend like everything was fine seemed unfathomable. With every trace of you gone, maybe, maybe then she could move on. 

Anything less destroyed even the chance of closure for her. But, she supposed, closure would just have to wait a week or so. 

—

25 Minutes Later

Put lightly, Jiu is avoiding you. 

After washing the grill and dishes, she took her time with leading a groggy Sua back to her room and making sure she got settled fine. She made some small talk with some of the other girls in passing, but nothing as serious as she was looking for.

She’d be happy to debate the meaning of life right now if it kept the two of you apart for a little longer.

But with lights out rapidly approaching and everyone dragging themselves to their respective rooms, she knows the chances of that are nearing zero. So, begrudgingly, she makes her way up to the suite. 

With every step she takes, she wonders what you’re doing in there. Are you already asleep? Reading? Watching television? Maybe you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Maybe you’re not even in there at all. 

The questions pile up in her mind until she eventually gets fed up and decides to be unaffected for once. Or, at least, to appear that way. She shouldn’t care regardless, and she reminds herself of that fact. All the two of you have to do is make it through the night, and then something can be arranged so that you can stay far, far away from one another. Not so hard, right?

Wrong. Certifiably, absolutely, unequivocally wrong. 

When Jiu opens the bedroom door, she finds you fresh out of the shower. A lacy bra adorns your upper half, while a towel is wrapped around your waist; you’re bent over your suitcase in search of some shorts to wear.

She looks away quickly, but it’s too little too late; even as she shuts the door and turns around, pressing her forehead to the wooden surface, she can picture your body. 

She mentally curses the water droplets that run their paths down your chest and abdomen, free as they edge closer and closer to where the towel meets your waist. They touch you in a way that she never can again, and she hates that.

More specifically, she hates the fact that she wants to.

Your eyes land on her as you stand up, shorts in hand. A heavy feeling of embarrassment settles over you. 

“Uh, sorry,” you mumble, not knowing what to do. 

She turns back around to face you after a moment, but she refuses to meet your gaze. If she does, her resolve will surely falter and crumble.

“There should still be plenty of hot water left if you’d like to take a shower,” you offer, extending an olive branch of sorts. From the angle you have of her face, you can see relief spread across it. 

She wastes no time in sending you a quick thank you and slipping off to the safety of the bathroom, leaving you to question what the hell just happened.

Most of the time, she’s engaging and bold; her liveliness is one of the things that made you fall in love with her. Even at the end of your relationship, when things were falling apart, it was never like this; she never refused to look at you as many times as she had today, or been so weary anytime you entered a room. She never used to despise you so much, and as that sinks in you realize just how much it hurts.

Despite everything, you hate how unbothered she is. 

While you’ve watched her from afar all day, agonizing over the curl of her lip when someone said something witty or the sound of her easy banter with the other girls, she’s clearly been fine. Paying you no mind doesn’t seem to be a challenge for her anymore, and you dislike that more than you thought you would. 

Truth be told, you hadn’t prepared yourself for that. With the scope of your relationship and the lack of closure you received, it only made sense for you to assume she’d miss you as much as you miss her. To be just as affected now, by it all, as you have been. 

But that’s clearly not the case. 

—

Once she’s alone, Jiu takes the opportunity to steady herself. Her hands find their way to the cool marble countertop of the sink, and she draws in a deep breath. 

She can’t stand you. 

Now, from just that small interaction, all she can think about is you. The subdued lighting of the room only brought out your features more, leaving shadows to fall across the parts of you that were untouched by it. Your muscles pulled and strained as you sifted through your bag, parting clothes left and right in search of your shorts. She could see your face, too, looking just as kissable as always. 

She really can’t stand you. 

Defeatedly, she turns the water on. The cold streams down, unaccompanied by any real heat whatsoever; this will be a freezing shower, she’s decided. She doesn’t trust what she might do otherwise, alone in here with her thoughts of you and steam clouding her judgement. 

The subtle throb between her legs is enough to warn her; she knows she’ll do something stupid if she doesn’t stop herself now, before it has the chance to start. 

When she strips out of her clothes, she does her best to think of anything other than the way you used to undress her. How you sat on your knees before her, slowly inching her pants down as your warm lips left kisses in their wake. How you’d take your time with her panties afterward, holding eye contact with her and stopping your motions anytime she looked away. 

Even now, goosebumps rise to her skin at the memory. It was torture then, but for entirely different reasons. 

She was promised sweet release then, no matter how much you may have edged or tested her. Now she'd consider herself lucky to even be rewarded with a conversation. 

Shaking the thoughts from her head, she steps into the tub. The frigid water makes contact with her back, and she has to sink her teeth into her lower lip to keep from shouting. But if this is what it takes to keep you out of her mind, then so be it. 

–

The muscles of your neck and shoulders ache as you sit at the mahogany desk on the far side of the room, half-heartedly working on the report your boss asked you to start. It was what you had to give in order to take the time off, which is only reasonable. Even still, you're having a hard time staying focused. 

The desk faces one of the large bay windows of the room, overlooking the forest and mountains that surround you. Darkness completely envelops the land, save for the occasional house light far off in the distance. Moonbeams hit the treetops, coating them in a sparkle that contrasts with the midnight sky. 

Nearby, an electric fireplace crackles, reminding you of its presence. It's situated as the centerpiece of the lounge area of the suite, providing the room with some additional warmth and light from its place beneath the television. Faux flames waver within it, vibrant as they mingle with one another. Some burn brightly while others glow dimly; the wild versus the tamed.

Despite everything, maybe this trip will do you some good. Escaping the hustle and bustle of your life back home is always a plus, and being in nature never fails to ground you again. Some circumstances might be unsatisfactory, sure, but you're determined to not let that stop you from enjoying this time away. You deserve it, after all.

Just as you find the inspiration to start your reporting again, another one of your distractions makes herself known. 

From the bathroom, a pleasant humming fades in; it's Jiu, reciting the chorus to one of her favorite songs. She breaks into vocals occasionally, switching between the two. 

No matter how much you wish you could, you can't deny that it sounds perfect, coupled with the atmosphere that surrounds you. Given its range and ease, her voice has always been a comfort; getting sick of it is simply impossible. That fact annoys you, but at the same time you give up trying to fight it; you know there's no use.

It takes you back in more ways than you know how to handle, but you don’t complain. For now, you’ll bottle up this feeling and store it away for later, when you part ways and return to the chaos of your own lives. 

Maybe then you could open such a Pandora’s Box.

-

A few minutes later, she finally emerges from the bathroom; you attempt to ignore the urge to perk up. It's difficult, no doubt, after being left to your own devices for so long. Knowing she's so close and yet so unattainable doesn't help either. 

You don't turn around, just in case she isn't fully clothed.

It isn't anything you haven't seen before, but you're afraid you don't have that kind of permission anymore. The last thing you want to do is overstep.

Jiu wishes you'd look at her.

One thing she misses the most about you is your attention. You always paid it so freely – so willingly – rarely taking it off of her. It was ready for her anytime she wanted it, mainly because she had you so enraptured. 

Just the same as you’d always watched her, she watched you. She lived for the way your eyes lit up whenever she smiled or laughed, shining beautifully in a way they never did otherwise. She ached over how they darkened when she'd strip, parting her legs for you and putting herself on display. 

She was the art and you were the beholder. The only one she ever wanted to share herself with.

But now is a totally different time. You don't even so much as glance in her direction when she comes out, with her towel draped precariously around her body in a way that she was sure would drive you crazy.

It’s disheartening, but it doesn't make her want you any less. As she opens her bag and retrieves her clothes, slipping them on, she keeps an eye on you through the standing mirror in the corner of the room. 

Your legs spread as you readjust in the chair, making an attempt to rid your muscles of the tension within them. They're tight with the culmination of all the stress you've felt lately. 

When you allow your head to loll back, rolling from one side to the other, Jiu has to stop her wandering hands. The angle of the mirror allows her to see the way your brows knit together, pain and pleasure intermingling. She doesn't know how much longer she can stand this. 

One of your hands finds its way to your shoulder, rubbing a knot there, and Jiu gets an idea. Is it wise? Not in the slightest. But is she going to give in and go with it? Absolutely. 

What was it that Sua said earlier? This is a vacation for a reason. She can escape sound judgement and reason for now. Surely they'll return in full once you're out of the equation again, anyway.

She deserves to be a little reckless for once.

"Y/N," she calls, getting your attention. You wordlessly turn to look at her.

A bottle of lotion rests in her hands; she nervously toys with it.

"You can use some of this for your shoulders, if you want. It works pretty well." 

You consider her offer. "Thanks, but I'm alright," you declare, turning her down. "I can't reach what really hurts anyway." 

A beat passes before her eyebrows gently raise. "I can help you," she says, trying to keep the eager tone of her voice at bay. 

You pull a face. "Are you sure? You don't have to do that."

I want to, she thinks to herself.

"It's not a problem." She shakes her head, cementing her decision. "Just come here and lay down." 

You stand and relent with a soft noise of acceptance, almost imperceptibly. She takes notice of the way your eyes track down her body before dropping to the floor, lingering just a second too long for innocence. 

She dismisses the thought at once, not wanting to give herself hope.

When you cross in front of her and pause, though, slipping your shirt over your head with a subtle glance at her, it’s all she can do to restrain herself. The fading sunburn that you received earlier in the day, stretching across your nose and cheeks, looks like a natural blush from this close. 

She wants to kiss it.

“Thank you in advance,” you say over your shoulder, carefully laying down on your stomach. The fluffy comforter welcomes you in full, partially distracting and preventing you from overthinking what you’re about to experience.

She takes a steadying breath and releases it, glancing up at the ceiling like she’s pleading with a higher power. 

"Don't mention it," she dismisses, getting on the bed after you. 

In her mind, she debates the best way to go about this. Where should she sit? Overstepping the unspoken boundaries you've established isn't something she wants to do. 

Her fingertips play with the hook of your bra, sliding over the material. "Can I…" she trails off, both of you aware of what she's asking. 

"Go ahead," you permit.

She unclips the fastener and watches as the two sides fall down, fully exposing your back to her. Once you slip it off of your arms and toss it towards your suitcase, her fingertips ghost over your skin, tracing the gentle curve of your spine. 

She dons a musing smile when she notices goosebumps appearing in their wake. 

Perhaps she was wrong. Maybe all along, you've been the art and she the beholder. 

Her knees go to either side of your waist as she moves to straddle you, settling down onto you. Once she's sure you're comfortable, she retrieves the bottle of lotion from its place on the bed and squeezes some out onto her fingertips. 

It's smooth as it slides against them, medicated and cool. Her favorite brand makes it, and she never leaves the house without it. She'll be thanking her lucky stars endlessly for that habit after tonight.

Something crossed between a hiss and sigh fights past your lips when she makes contact for the first time, spreading the chilly cream across your shoulders. The attempt she made to warm it beforehand clearly didn't work as well as she thought, and she has to stifle a laugh at your reaction. 

Beneath her fingers, your muscles tense and jump; you do your best to relax them as she pushes harder, kneading them with care. She does so with a steady rhythm, using the base of her hands to loosen you up first before focusing her fingers on the more persistent knots. Every circle of her hands against you warms the lotion up more, convincing you to relax and give into the relief she’s able to provide.

You close your eyes, wanting to focus on her motions. 

What you failed to prepare yourself for, though, is the notion that she’s closer to you than ever. Only separated by the material of your shorts and hers, she sits atop you, her warm thighs trembling slightly with effort anytime she has to push herself up to reach you better. 

When she steadies herself on your lower back, splaying a hand across it, you can feel the subtle way her hips rut against your ass as she readjusts her position. 

Maybe you're just imagining it.

Serious work is put into leaving that idea behind, but at every opportunity she gets, Jiu seems to enjoy feeding your delusion. 

When she accidentally gets too much lotion at once, her solution comes in the form of leaning down and running her hands up your outstretched arms, reaching as far as she can to further spread it. In the process, her front presses against the length of your body; her breathing is shuddered, too, just like yours. 

Did she do that to show you it’s mutual?

If only you knew.

Her eager eyes rake over your body, pleased to have you like this in front of her. At her mercy, reacting to the faintest of touches. Possessing this kind of power again makes her feel brave in a dangerous way; should things continue like this unchecked, she might do something impulsive.

But, is she to be blamed? No; she rejects that. 

The subtle rock of your hips is far guiltier than her, adding fuel to the fire of her imagination. The way your hands fist in the sheets, fingers twisting in a show of pain and pleasure whenever she hits a particularly sensitive spot, are in the wrong; the sight makes her wonder, for a desperate second, how they would feel in her hair. 

Her motions – now more wanton, unafraid of touching you – grow a little more rough, shying away from demurity. They’ve arrived at your waist now; a risky place to be. 

She can tell that the appropriate amount of time for two exes to spend doing something like this is dwindling fast; the window of propriety will be closing soon, leaving any further contact between the two of you up for suspicion. She’s aware of that, and yet she has no desire to stop.

In this game of yours, she’s merely a pawn; that’s something she realizes when the sound of a guttural, appreciative moan from you makes her heart flutter wildly. 

She freezes in place, taking a cautious breath; she shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did.

A few beats pass… one…. another…. before you ultimately take her stunned reaction as a sign of discomfort.

“Uh, thanks again,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling ten times too exposed and five hundred degrees too hot. A couple taps to her leg gives her the memo, and she climbs off of you.

Embarrassed and upset with yourself for doing such a thing, you refuse to even so much as make eye contact with her again. 

An apology from you fizzles into the air, but she’s still too overwhelmed to fully process what just transpired. It all happened too fast; she wants to go back and relive it, but it’s too late. You’re already slipping your shirt back on and burying yourself under the covers, humiliated. When you cover your face with the pillow, debating on smothering yourself, she spares you by reaching over and turning the lamp off. 

She lifts her side of the covers afterward, getting in beside you. You face away from one another, back to back, establishing distance once again.

This night is proving to be anything but predictable.

—

2:07 AM

Insects perform their songs outside, languidly calling to one another from high above – nestled in the leaves of the tree tops – and far below, amid the grassy trails and branching networks of hills. All is calm… until it isn’t.

Suddenly, the stillness of the night is interrupted by a recurring, unintelligible noise. 

The first time you hear it, you ignore it, opting instead to bury your head a little deeper into your pillow. It's probably just the house settling or something outside, you reason.

The second time, you're annoyed enough to pause your attempt at restful sleep with the hopes of discovering its source and stopping it.

It comes again a little later, but from somewhere you never would've expected. Rather, you suppose, someone.

Your name takes the shape of a mumble as it slips through Jiu's lips, altered slightly from how her cheek is pressed to her pillow. Any other time you might find it exciting to hear her say it, but here and now, you can't say you do. 

Warmth spreads to your cheeks as your sleepy mind recalls what happened just a few hours ago, making you relive your embarrassment.

The noise comes again, and a little louder this time; an irritated groan leaves you as you take one of the throw pillows and nudge her, attempting to quiet her. It seems to work for a minute, but just as you settle back down to rest again, something even worse happens.

"Y/N… ah," she moans, her voice breathy and ragged. 

Is she...?

Your eyes open wide when you realize what's taking place right beside you.

Jiu is totally having a sex dream about you.

What a revelation to have.

She writhes in search of relief, causing the covers to fall down her body and expose more of it. Her pajama top, too, has ridden up and ruffled in her pursuit of friction. 

She looks an absolute mess, you realize, as you roll over to look at her. Her hair splays across the pillow in every which way, her chest rises and falls at a faster rate than normal, and her thighs push together to lessen the throbbing between them. Your blood runs cold when you notice that she isn’t wearing her shorts anymore. Only a pair of lacy, white panties conceal her, gleaming in the moonlight with a softness that begs to be touched.

Hot and bothered is the only way to describe her.

"Please," she whines, desperation hanging heavy on the tones of her voice. 

Selfishly, you don’t wake her right away. Seeing her like this, so close and beautiful, is something you don’t want to give up again. At least not yet.

Her full lips part as her head pushes into the pillow, exposing her neck. Her muscles are pulled taut as she squirms; her hands fisted in the sheets at her sides. A thin sheen of sweat is visible on her forehead, showing just how affected she is. 

Maybe you should play nice and put an end to her suffering…

Her hips begin to rock, slowly at first; the motion draws a soft sigh from her as she finally gets some relief. Your body begs you to touch her in some way, feeling your own desire grow at the sight of her. 

Unconsciously – and to prevent you from reaching out to her – your fingers thread themselves in the cover that's thrown haphazardly over you. You bite your lip to keep it busy; otherwise you'd be tempted to wake her up with your mouth, as she's asked you to before.

Only when your own arousal becomes too much to bear do you decide to end this little game. 

She whimpers when you move in closer, still a world away. Her hand falls on your thigh, however, making you falter for a moment. It's warm and dangerously close to your center, trembling slightly against you. Her nails threaten to leave indentations, should she flex her fingers the right way.

Unable to deny yourself such a simple pleasure, you allow it to stay where it is. 

"Jiu." 

She doesn't stir. If anything, the sound of your voice only drags her further under. Her breath hitches in time with another stutter of her hips.

You'll have to try harder.

“Jiu, wake up,” you whisper, leaving a kiss on her cheek. Your lips hover nearby to utter her name again, should they need to.

Gently, you bring a hand to her shoulder and shake it, hoping to coax her out of her dream and back to reality. After a moment, your plan works; her eyes open gingerly, blinking a few times to adjust from her daze. 

“Y/N?” Confusion is prevalent in her voice, coupled with her drowsiness. It’s cute, really, and it takes you back to all the mornings you would wake up by her side. 

“It’s me; I'm here,” you reassure her, moving your hand to her hip. Now with your arm stretched across her body, you can feel the warmth radiating from her. It starkly contrasts with the chilly air of the room, making you want to hide away under the covers and pull her in close. 

But, of course, you refrain. That’s not something you can do anymore.

Her dark eyes shine in what little light the room has to offer, gazing up at you with a sweet innocence that you find endearing. She's vulnerable in this state, and yet by the way she shifts closer in your arms, she makes it known that she trusts you. 

You watch as her gaze travels down your arm, towards where your hand still rests against her hip. Momentarily, she looks as if she's questioning something within her mind – attempting to piece something together. 

"Y/N, did we…?" She trails off, unsure. 

"Did we what?" You push, testing the waters. You have an idea of what she wants to know, but hearing her say it would be so much better. 

Surprisingly, she puts her hand over yours, keeping it in place. 

"Did we have sex?" The question comes out in a husky whisper as she makes an effort to be quiet.

You shake your head in reply as a slightly humored smile works its way onto your lips. 

The movement draws her attention to them; they're a beautiful shade, with the moonlight hitting them just right. She can't find it in herself to look away. 

A few seconds pass before you speak again; her hand grips yours a little tighter. 

"It was just a dream. You–"

Your explanation is cut short by her lips as they press to your own in a swift kiss. 

Reckless. 

You pull away at once, almost like you've been burned. Why would she do that? 

Both of you pause, regarding one another. Your eyes work hard to decipher her intentions – what she wants – through the darkness of the room, as if they have such a gift. Hers do the same, searching your face for the answer she wants.

She gets it in another form, however, as your hand slides higher on her waist. Her heart lurches in her chest, its rate increasing somehow. Part of her is afraid you can feel it; but, truthfully, that's exactly what she wants. If you could feel how badly she needs you in this moment, maybe you'd show some mercy and help her. 

Maybe.

Tension hangs heavy in the air of the room as she slips her hand higher, too, moving it between your thighs. The heat that's come to pool there encourages her, compelling her to cup you through your clothes. 

You gasp, earning a smile from her. You clearly aren't as over her as you pretend to be. 

Empowered, she rolls you over, trading your positions. Now she hovers over you as you lie on your back, waiting with bated breath to see what she'll do. 

Her hand slides up and over the waistband of your shorts slowly, edging closer and closer to your center with only your panties separating her from you. Your eyes flutter closed in response.

"I'm going to kiss you again," she whispers, sounding more confident than ever. "If you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?" 

You nod, trying to stay still. Fighting the urge to rock your hips into her hand is easier said than done.

She leans into you, letting her body mold into yours as she shuffles closer. She replaces the hand between your thighs with a leg, giving you something to grind against. You thank her by slipping your hands beneath her top and pulling it over her head.

"Beautiful," you whisper against her lips, as she presses them to yours again. You take her into your arms in a safe embrace, sighing into her mouth when her bare chest rubs against you. The thin material of your shirt does little to obstruct the feeling. 

Though the shadows hide it, a deep, crimson blush warms her cheeks. She can taste the cinnamon toothpaste that you used earlier and smell the familiar scent of your hair products. You still use the same ones, she realizes. 

Her leg flexes instinctively as you cup her cheek and deepen the kiss, tilting your head to the side. As you raise your hips to meet hers, she slides a hand up to your chest to offer it some attention. A pitiful noise leaves you when she makes contact, cupping your breasts. She pulls away from your lips to admire you, wanting to see the effect she has.

“Such a pretty thing,” she compliments, feeling arrogant when you bite your lip to stifle a moan. She toys with you like a plaything, switching her movements every so often to garner different reactions. You’re restoring her confidence without even trying; such sweet oblivion.

What she doesn’t fully grasp in the moment, though, is that your arrangement is very much so a two way street. You demonstrate the power you still have over her as you take hold of her hips, pulling them down as you thrust up to meet them. 

Just as her thigh is between your legs, so is yours between hers; the mutual relief you receive at the motion entices you, making you repeat it.

She curses into your ear, the sound so full of raw desire that you nearly lose all sense of reason right then and there. Her head falls against your shoulder in ecstasy as she revels a little longer, enjoying the heat that spreads throughout her body the more you touch her.

It’s just like it used to be in so many ways, but somehow new. Still exciting. Still everything she hoped for.

Her lips find their way to your cheek in the darkness, leaving a trail of kisses downward, along your jawline and neck. They’re desperate and needy, accompanied by her shuddered breaths as she attempts to convey everything you’re making her feel. She can only cross her fingers and hope that it’s mutual.

“Come here,” you instruct, tapping her leg. She understands in an instant, wordlessly repositioning herself so that she’s straddling your waist now. The new angle is even more comfortable, and she sits back to give you a better look at her body as a way of expressing her gratitude. Her perky breasts are on full display, looking absolutely divine above the lines of her abs. You run a finger over the latter, tracing the hard-earned muscles in admiration. 

Subtly, her hips begin to gyrate. She wants the movement to be tortuous, starting slow and building up until you can’t take it anymore. It’s only fair to give you a taste of your own medicine after all this time. 

“Shit, Jiu,” you exhale, glancing down to where you’re joined. Her panties glisten as she writhes, displaying the wet spot that you’ve caused; when her grinding becomes a little sloppier, you can feel her slick spread to your abdomen. 

"You like that, baby?" She muses, breathing heavy. You nod vehemently, not quite trusting your voice enough to speak yet. 

You splay a hand across her pelvis, using your thumb to tease her clit. 

She shakes as a surprised, broken moan slips out of her mouth. It’s louder than either of you expected it to be, and you find yourselves wanting to laugh for a moment.

“Play fair,” she warns, glaring at you. “...unless you want to wake everyone in the house up?” It’s posed as a question rather than a statement. 

“I wouldn’t be–” you pause, exhaling when she presses into you a little harder, cocking a brow, “...opposed to that, necessarily.” 

A sexy smile plays on her lips, making them look more kissable than ever. “No?” Something dangerous shines in her eyes.

“Try me.”

She bites her lip, weighing her options. You asked for it.

Her voice is whiny when she speaks again, and about five times louder than necessary at that. “I need you, Y/N. Please…” her hands thread into her hair exaggeratedly, playing into the show she’s giving. “Fuck me–”

You sit up at once, clasping a hand over her mouth and using the length of your body to push her backwards and pin her down against the bed. Adrenaline surges through your veins as you remain deathly still for a few tense seconds, trying to make sure her little stunt didn’t actually wake anybody up. 

You didn’t really think she’d do it.

The sound of distant footsteps fills the hall, a series of padding and waiting, before the latch of a bedroom door clicks. The floorboards creak… someone's weight shifting from one foot to the other as they peek into the hall. 

Jiu smiles against your palm, feeling every thump of your nervous heart. 

When she wraps her legs around your waist and slips a hand between your bodies, your eyes screw tightly shut. 

"Stop," you whisper, the noise like harsh wind on a calm night. 

Her wanting eyes peer up at you, observing. The situation is delicate, so that's exactly how she'll treat it. 

Slowly, she places her free hand beside her head on the bed and glances at it, inviting you to hold it. Upon hesitantly removing your own from her mouth, you thread your fingers with hers as you pin it down.

Innocently, she kisses your neck again, just above your pulse point. Her warm breath tickles your skin, only further stirring the fire within you. 

"Do you really want me to?" She asks, voice sinful and rich. Her lips still, full and tempting, awaiting your answer.

Another door opens somewhere else in the house, followed by heavy footsteps. Someone trekking to the kitchen, it seems. Your mouth runs dry.

Her fingers toy with the hem of your shorts, edging them down little by little. "Say it again and I will," she promises. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop." 

You sigh as she pulls your panties to the side, finally slipping her hand past the material. She finds your clit easily, with no real effort necessary; she knows your body now just the same as she did before. 

"I…" you start, fighting back a stutter. Two of her fingers dip down to your entrance, gathering up some of your wetness. "...I can't." 

"You can't what, Y/N?" She moves her fingers left and right, teasing. 

"I can't say I don't want you," you groan, annoyance bubbling up within you. 

"Why not?" You can tell she's smirking just by the sound of her voice. 

"Because I'm sick of lying," you admit. "I've always wanted you." 

Her cocky attitude falters. 

A beat passes.

All footsteps outside retreat back into their respective rooms, and closing doors resound shortly after. 

Effectively, the two of you are alone again.

Silence prevails following your confession – an eternal moment unbroken by any words of reciprocation from her. It lends your mind to chaos, filling it with worry.

You shouldn't have said anything. This was a mistake. 

Embarrassed, you sit up and remove yourself from Jiu, moving towards the edge of the bed. She reaches out for you, though you don't see it. 

"I'm sorry," your head shakes, discontent. "I shouldn't have–"

"Shush," she commands, surprising you. She refuses to let this end like before, with you retreating and shutting her out.

Your eyebrows raise as you turn to look at her; she still lays where you left her, only now she's propped up on her elbows. 

"Don't say you regret it. Please." Her voice sounds small. 

"But I thought…" 

Her eyes remain on you as she sits up, carefully moving to sit next to you on her knees. 

"I never stopped either, Y/N. I just couldn't believe you've felt the same all this time." She explains, not wanting you to misinterpret her silence any longer. 

Your fingers toy at your thighs, still jittery with nerves. She notices, and lays a comforting hand on top of them.

"I've missed you," she adds. Softly, quietly. So as to not disturb this process. Together, you're beginning to pick up the pieces of what you let slip through your fingers before. 

"Me too," you reassure her, bringing a hand up to caress her cheek. She leans into your touch, letting her eyes fall shut. 

The walls she so adamantly built around her heart are lowering, little by little, and the notion scares her. If she gives herself to you tonight and you end up walking away, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to recover. 

“I’ve got you." The phrase sounds like a promise from your heart to hers; it’s as if you read her mind. “I won’t let things get in the way like before.”

She looks at you again, peeking her eyes open. The earnest look on your face is sincere enough to convince her of anything. “I’ll spend however long it takes proving it to you, Jiu.”

Her eyes shine with unshed tears. “I believe that.”

“Good,” you say, releasing a small breath of anticipation you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

She squeezes your hand three times, reminding you of the past. 

Nostalgia befalls you, both in good ways and bad. So much regret exists between the two of you, centering around the breakup that neither of you really wanted in the first place. Life got in the way, then, and you were both too naive to fight against what you thought were fate’s currents. 

It was decided that if you couldn’t be together, you’d have to settle for the ghost of one another. 

Jiu found you in midnight moonlight, shining brightly amid the darkest of hours. You ruled from high above, with your impact spanning further than you ever realized. 

She found you in the sound of laughter – the kind that starts by surprise, bubbling up from within and spilling out in a way that couldn’t not be contagious. The kind that everyone appreciates when they tell a joke with their fingers crossed, hoping it lands. 

In warm tea and fireside reading you resided; a comforting hug on winter’s coldest day.

But traces of you were left behind in unwanted places, too, like fingerprints on a window. No matter how many cycles of washing and drying her sheets went through, they still smelled like you. 

Her skin still remembered the way you touched her, igniting a fire that only you could put out. Her lips remembered your taste, knowing nothing could compare. She tried, for a time, to replace the imprints you left behind; but her efforts were in vain. 

You were her mirage in the desert; a distant, elusive dream. Glimmering with untapped potential, waiting to be caught. She ebbed, you flowed. That’s how you would be, then and forever.

Or so she thought.

Had she known that she was the Sun to you, perhaps her hope would’ve been restored. 

Or maybe she would have laughed, knowing that you found her in the strangest of places. Like seatbelts, for instance, and napkins; always necessary, and always staving off the bad that the world had to offer. 

She was the chilly blast of air provided by the AC on summer’s most humid day, greeting you at the door of every shop you entered. 

She was the sleepy delirium you slipped into on your days off, all pleasant dreams and comfortable positions.

The flowers and blossoms of the world were all her kisses, like a goddess’s gift to the Earth. Elegant, sweet, perfect. Being showered in them was a good luck charm; they rode the air currents on spring days, fluttering greetings on their way.

Coming home. To you, that was her. The familiarity of the floorboards, knowing where to step to avoid them creaking; the refrigerator light against a pitch-black kitchen, its crescent shape holding the darkness at bay; the support of your bed, offering relief to the parts of you that needed it most.

Truth be told, both of you found each other in everything. Bits and pieces, all fragments far too small to equate to the immensity of what you shared. Glimpses would never do in the long run, and you knew that. But what else were you to do?

Perhaps that silent hope that you held out, all daydreams and utterances of what if, swayed the universe into this. Into giving you an in; an opportunity to right your wrongs. A chance to hold tighter, this time, and accept trials and tribulations as signs of growth to be handled together – not reasons to give up. 

You feel yourself smiling before you realize you’re even doing it. Her presence has a whole new meaning now, a whole slew of possible outcomes. Wherever the two of you decide to take things is up to you again; there’s nothing holding you back anymore. 

She brings a hand up to your cheek, brushing her thumb across your soft skin. Even just holding you like this, so simply, is something she’s been longing for. Since the day you walked into her life, you’ve ruled her world without even knowing it. Sweet oblivion, yet again.

“Kiss me,” she says, after a moment. It draws you from the hold of her spell, bringing you back down to Earth. 

You obey with a smile, but just before your lips meet hers, she stops you. She didn’t mean there.

“Here,” she corrects, as her hand guides yours back between her thighs. She’s wetter now than she was before, somehow, and you moan against her at the feeling. She muffles the noise with a kiss of her own, knowing how badly you need it. 

She bites your lip as she pulls away. “We’re not leaving this bed until you’ve made up for every night we’ve been apart. Do you understand me?”

You sigh, half-amused. “I’m fairly certain that the group is going hiking in the morning,” you inform, “...so I think it’s important that you’re still able to walk for that.”

“Who says we have to join them?” She raises a brow, pushing you down onto the bed and moving to straddle you again. 

You pull a face, feigning concern. “You wouldn’t want to be improper, now would you?” 

Her shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, accepting no blame. “What happens is up to you. Take me now or forever hold your peace.” She declares it proudly, posing herself before you. 

The view of her on top of you – nearly naked, her body humming with want, waiting for your touch – dispels any and all remnants of humor. Your shared desire wins out, filling the air of the room; she’s aware of her power over you, but she’d be a liar to act as if watching your eyes darken didn’t make her stomach flip just like it did the first time you ever took her. 

With a hushed curse, you capture her lips in a searing kiss. She gasps into it when you roughly pull her panties down, showing little care in being gentle now. Her response comes in a similar form, with her hastily tugging your shirt over your head; once you’re exposed to her, she can’t help but stare. She admires every curve like it’s the first time she’s seen it; every line like it’s her last. It’s adoration and desperation, all at once; appreciating it all is important to her, but so too is relearning it. 

Luckily for you, she happens to be best at a hands-on approach.

Her nails drag across your abdomen on their way downward, leaving faint marks on your sensitive skin; she can’t wait to see how many she can leave on you. It’s always been one of her favorite things to do.

In one fluid motion you flip her over, cradling her close in the process. Her hands cup your cheeks as she kisses you, and you hurriedly remove any remaining clothes from your bodies. 

She spreads her legs for you as you begin to slide down her body, leaving one final kiss to her lips. 

Her hands hold your hair up as you explore her abdomen, painting her fair skin with an array of love bites. Her nails dig into your scalp when her impatience hits a high, making you smile against her despite the sting. 

She hums appreciatively when you finally slide your hand down, ready to prepare her for what she wants most. She’s absolutely soaked, and by the whine that she lets out when you press your palm to her clit, it’s safe to say that she’ll only get worse. The bed sheets below her have already received some of her slick, proudly displaying a wet spot for you to bear witness to. 

“Enough teasing, jagi,” she groans, breathless and tired of your games. With shut eyes and furrowed brows, she pushes her head back into her pillow and takes up the writhing again that she had become so good at earlier. Her hands fall to your shoulders, pushing you down further.

You settle her thighs on your shoulders, basking in how smooth and warm they are around you. She’s perfection in human form; divinity personified.

“Keep it down, Jiu,” you command, taking control. “If you pull another stunt like earlier, I’m stopping altogether.”

She nods feverishly, lacking the desire to be a brat anymore. If playing nice is what it takes to have you, then so be it. That promise of release is finally back again, after all this time, and she can let herself get lost in you. 

These four walls – what she once loathed – are creating an oasis.

Her personal utopia.

—

The Next Morning

Overzealous birds work as your alarm clock of sorts, claiming the prize of waking you up. You blink the sleep from your eyes and stretch, feeling a pleasant soreness in parts of your body it hadn’t been before last night. The ache reminds you of everything you did just a few hours ago, and you find yourself smiling like an idiot as you roll over to greet the resident sadist next to you.

When your hand meets the cold, empty expanse of the bed instead, your expression sours.

The bedside table is void of any note or message, too, you discover, though your phone sits atop it, charging. At some point this morning she must’ve plugged it in for you. Sweet, but not enough. You wanted to wake up in her arms, or at the very least next to her. 

Grumbling, you sit up and head to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

You have no idea what the day will hold for the two of you.

–

Clean and dressed, you take a seat on the bed. Your fingertips mindlessly press to the hickey on your neck – one of the many, many that you discovered as you got ready – rubbing patterns against the abused skin there.

You unplug your phone and turn it on, mentally crossing your fingers as you scan through your message notifications for her name. 

Your pursuit proves fruitless. Not even a text.

You huff like a child, rolling your eyes. So much for a vacation; now you’re stressed all over again. 

When staring a hole into your phone doesn’t result in her notification magically popping up, you decide to give it a rest.

Standing up, you slip it into your back pocket and head for the door, ready to track Y/BFFs/N down and tell her everything.

However those plans, too, come to a screeching halt right before your eyes as you swing the door open to reveal a shocked Jiu. Your timing truly is impeccable.

“AHHH!” She shrieks, frightened. 

She hastily scrambles to keep the large tray in her hands upright and off of the floor. 

Spilling the spread of foods she just finished preparing for the two of you doesn’t sound too appealing to her, after all.

Immediately, you spring into action and successfully help steady it. Some fruits fell out of their separate containers and a bit of milk spilled over the side of its jar, but all of that is easily fixable. Jiu releases a tense breath as she realizes that the worst case scenario was avoided, but she glares at you as she pushes her way into the room.

“Pabo,” she mutters, striding over to the bed. The slight limp in her step makes you smile inwardly, proud of yourself.

Once the food is safely laid down and she cleans up what spilled, she turns to look at you. 

“Sorry,” you mitigate, grimacing. When you approach her and look at everything she put together, your annoyance from before gives way to guilt. A plethora of your favorite foods decorates the tray, assembled with love.

She regards you for a moment, pretending to be angry. When her eyes land on one of the darkening marks on your neck, pleased mischief comes to gleam in them.

“You’re lucky I like you,” she threatens, pointing a finger at you.

Playfully, you bite the tip of it. 

“I’m aware, jagi.”

Cautiously, you ease your arms around her waist, ready to pull away if need be. Although her lips still rest in an unamused pout, she doesn’t stop you. 

The jackhammering of her heart has eased now, and you can feel its pace returning to normal as you draw her into your arms. She loops hers around your neck and sweetly presses her cheek to yours, content with staying like that for a bit.

You sway gently, rocking from side to side. This definitely makes up for the rude awakening you received earlier.

Once you’re satisfied, you pull away enough to look at her. Your fingertips brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face, tucking them behind her ear. She leans in, finally kissing you good morning.

“Ready to eat?”

Your lips purse in mock contemplation as you scan the food again. 

"Mmm, five more minutes?" You suggest, leaning forward to kiss her again. She laughs into the embrace lightly, returning the gesture. 

Her lips taste of the strawberries and cherries that she stole bites of earlier, as she cooked. It's addicting, you find, when she deepens the kiss and wraps herself around you, melting into your arms. You hold her close, just like she wants. 

"Does this mean…" she mumbles between kisses, "we're still gonna room together?" 

You pause to laugh. "Yeah, jagi. We're still roommates. No getting rid of me now." 

She replaces her lips on yours, kissing them again and again as you attempt to control the growing smile on your face. She sweetly cups your cheeks, rubbing her thumbs across them as you continue.

Abruptly, jarring clapping resounds from the doorway. Fake sniffling can also be heard, and so the two of you look up to investigate. 

It's none other than Sua and Y/BFFs/N, standing side by side with their hands clasped tightly together like proud parents. 

"I told you it would happen," Sua wails, dabbing fake tears from the corner of her eye. Y/BFFs/N agrees, nodding enthusiastically. 

“Mission accomplished,” she quips, looking straight at you. 

It seems as though they had been playing Cupid all along…

Sneaky.

[minjiarchive]

you take what i give | g!p jiu x fem!reader

this fic is a bit longer... but it's very worth it if you can tell by the warnings ;)

warning / smut, hints of sexting? (turns right into fucking), size kink

“Hi baby,”

“What are you up to right now?”

You text Minji back and forth, switching between doing chores and texting her back. It's been a busy week for Minji, promotions and preparing for the music shows made her schedule insanely busy. Due to this, you weren't expecting her to see your message right away,

Read 6:30 PM.

Soon after reading your message, she replied back,

“Just work, I'm in the practice room so nothing really interesting.”

She's cold and serious, too serious for your liking. You aren't used to this kind of Minji, normally she'd at least be more enthusiastic than this. Maybe she's frustrated, upset, or annoyed but either way, you didn't want to push her any further. She'll probably talk about it when she's home.

You decided to settle for a simple response back,

“Ah okay, well if you need anything I'm always here.”

It gave her the chance to talk about her frustrations or if she didn't want to say anything, she'll know she has your support.

You set your phone back on the bed, focusing on finishing the chores before she got home. If she came home to a clean apartment then maybe it'd lighten her mood more. You planned on checking your phone later on, Minji might've needed some space and alone time anyway.

Just before you were going to leave the room, your phone chimed twice,

“Thank you, Y/N...”

She's still cold but sounding a bit needy?

“I do need something though.” She must be wanting to rant about whatever happened today, so you weren't too worried about it.

“Yeah? What is it?” You texted, waiting to see that she read your message fairly quick.

Minji doesn't say anything for a few minutes. She's online but no chat indicator shows that she was typing. It's fine, she could be having a hard time voicing her thoughts, but she's still silent. It didn't bother you though, you know you shouldn't be too persistent so you thought about leaving your phone a second time until she texted back,

“I need you.”

Following her text, she sent a dick picture. Well, not fully her dick since she was clothed. The tip of her cock poked out beneath her sweatpants, her hand rested on the inner part of her thigh, you could only think that she touched herself to get her hard enough.

You immediately felt arousal pool between your thighs, the rush of wetness having you shift in your seat. Your mind raced as you imagined her back pressed against the wall, facing the mirror while she had a growing boner in front of her.

It made you even more curious on what she had to be thinking about.

Did you want to know though? Could you even survive if she told you every thought she had at work?

She'll probably talk about it when she's home.

You thought that it couldn't get worse from here, the direct message alone made you wet – but in a span of a few seconds, you were quickly proven wrong once her new message read,

“I'm coming home, I need to be inside you.”

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Minji pinned your hands above your head, making you unable to move your arms as you squirmed underneath her. You didn't want it to stop, you didn't want to push her away, but the way she slid her length against your folds made your head spin.

She kissed the (already) forming marks on your neck, you whimpered at the pressure she put on your two most sensitive spots. Minji knew you too well, she knows how to make you happy and she knows how to fuck you right.

“I missed you,” she said, the tip of her cock pushing into your entrance slightly. Your walls pulsed hard, needing to be fucked and stretched out.

She was well aware of how much her size turned you on.

She'd catch you staring at her arms flexing every time she worked out, muscles feeling hard when you touched her. She noticed how flustered you got every time she had to look down to talk to you, and of course, she made sure to take advantage of the size of her dick. Minji didn't need words to prove her point, your actions spoke for yourself.

“Please just do something,” you beg, your hips almost snapping up to push yourself deeper.

She stops to meet your eyes as if she's weighing out her options – either wanting to see your face when she slides inside you or tease you until you’re crying out for her.

“Do you think I can fit inside of you again?” She teases, her cock pushing in a bit more deeper. “Can your tight hole stretch out just a bit more?”

“I don't think I can...”

Minji chuckles lowly at that, muttering something you couldn't make out. She knows you can't take it but your obedience to her contradicts that. If you can't take what Minji gives, she'll make you take it.

“You can,” she says, grabbing your hips to slide herself inside you, “I'll make it fit.”

A broken moan slips out of you, feeling her fill you up entirely. The pain and pleasure felt all too overwhelming. Every time she fucked you, fucking you like a toy, you never seemed to adjust to her size.

She loved how tight you were for her, Minji wouldn't want it any other way.

“I was thinking about how you feel around me,” she explains herself from earlier, “I almost cummed on spot when I thought about your pretty tongue sucking me off.”

Fuck.

Was she serious?

“I'm- Minji... please,” you choke out, meeting her thrust as you grinded yourself up her shaft, “I'll make it all real.”

“Such a good girl aren't you,” praising you in a tone that made it seem like she wasn't questioning her statement, you are her good girl. You didn't notice it though until after the fact, your mind could barely even work out any thoughts and you carelessly spoke out for more.

Minji takes every noise you make in her ear as a sign to quicken her pace, every moan, every whimper, every whisper of her name. She tries to stay sane and in control, she is the one on top of you. But, every thought she had from earlier controls a part of her, something that puts her in a trance.

Your wet cunt coated her length lovingly, it drives Minji crazy to think about how she'll make you clean her up,

Take it.

Suck me off.

She starts losing herself a little, every thrust pushing her sensitivity to the peak. Minji doesn't care about stopping, she isn't going to stop anytime soon as she continues to think out loud, “Good girls deserve my cock in them,”

“You're the only one who deserves it and takes it.”

You take what Minji gives.

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

What a great way to end this Monday!

Bora really gave to all of us a great gift, showing, not only her sexy side, but also revealing the hot looks of the unnie line🫡

Yes, Yoo is part of the maknae line, but shhh, I won't complain on her in a bikini/bathing suit🤭

Just imagining "chilling" with them in the pool, where you can do a lot of lewd things, hidden in the water😏

And with four gorgeous ladies like those, ready to switch up, you know you're gonna have a really nice time 😈

Zazá

[awisespirit]

Deukae seeing you wearing their boxers at home 🫣

G!P Dreamcatcher reaction to you wearing their boxers.

A/N: I actually wrote this in a span of 15 minutes 💀

G!P Dreamcatcher X Fem reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive for a few members.

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Jiu

Loves it, will coo at you and pinch your cheeks saying you look so comfy and cute in them.

Will let you borrow as many as you want.

"aww look at my little girl, so cute in my boxers yeah?"

Sua

Will never get why you keep stealing her boxers but secretly thinks it's hot. When she sees you in them would go up behind you and give you a nice smack and playfully accuse you of trying to turn her on.

"yah are you trying to get me hard babe? Your that desperate for my cock hmm?"

Siyeon

Shy shy baby~ she likes it when you wear anything of hers but when she sees you in her boxers she gets all giddy and shy. Would also purposely leave them unfolded in the laundry basket giving you a chance to take them.

"w-wow they look great on you- no no I meant you look great in them?"

Handong

This is just gonna be a huge ass ego booster for Dongie. Is gonna brag about it to the other members. Is a little curious on why do you like wearing her boxers tho.

"yeah I know my girl always steals my boxer, she always needs me you know."

Yoohyeon

Yooh would be mostly likely be turned on the first time she saw you in her boxers. Thinks you look hot. Wants to pull you on her lap and let you grind on her, as you wet the the pair of boxers. Then she would punish you for ruining them?

"y/n your such a bad girl, look at how you ruined my boxers honey~"

Dami

There's 2 sides to Yubin, like Sua is confused. Like why would you wear her boxers? After you had explained how comfortable they are she would admit how hot your ass looked. I could see her getting the both of you a matching pair. Ouh and Miss Lee might or might not have gotten a few pics of your ass in her boxers, a little something when she's away for.

"ahh so their comfortable huh? I see... Well if I'm being honest, they actually look good on you baby~ want matching one's?"

Gahyeon

Gah basically doesn't care about it. You guys always share everything so it wasn't a big deal for her. Will playfully comment on you when you walk around the house in them.

"Aye pretty lady, something looks thight! Hahahah~"

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