#m-grouped

[io-innerself]

[PT: Alternidernic / Aldertroll

Chronoalterni(an) /end PT]

Day 4 of @epikulupu's coining event !!

[prompt: Blood + Art]

Alternidernic | Chronoalterni

Alternidernic / Aldertroll

An aldernic identity related to desiring, having, or identifying as a body akin to that of an Alternian troll from Homestuck

Chronoalterni(an)

A chronosian identity where one's age is different due to being an Alternian and thus counting their age in sweeps rather than years

[genderkoolaid]

got overstimulated at pride which sucked BUT it was all worth it because while i was cooling down in the library this wonderful older trans woman sat beside me. she had apparently just recently come out and got a new name. she kept giggling and laughing to herself, so full of joy and happiness just getting to be there as herself. we talked for a bit about her cool skirt with pockets. i love her. she deserves everything good in the world

[count-on-mi]

You are the SLUT of my eyes (Dahyun)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Time Reverse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Original Timeline

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hehe…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[prael]

Kinktember Masterlist

31 days. 31 fics. 31 kinks. Over 31 idols.

Mostly male reader with some fem reader and some third person idol x idol.

In this list I will include what I believe to be the 'main' kink, though each fic may contain several.

Masterlist Kofi(donations/commissions)

12 Days Of Praelmas Masterlist

Kick-off Bonus fic - Pet Play - IVE Jang Wonyoung (ft. Aespa Karina)

Birthday Breeding - IVE An Yujin

Maid Play - Aespa Karina

Foursome/Blowjob - Le Sserafim Chaewon, Sakura & Yunjin

Dollification - Illit Minju

Fingering - NMIXX Sullyoon

School Uniform - ITZY Yuna

Public sex - Le Sserafim Sakura

Hate Sex - (G)I-DLE Shuhua

Spa/Massage - Newjeans Danielle

Mirror sex - Twice Mina

Cuckquean - IVE Liz & Wonyoung

Electrophilia - Aespa Winter

Car sex - (G)I-DLE Miyeon

Spanking - Le Sserafim Chaewon

Stand&Carry - Kepler Youngeun

Pool sex - Twice Tzuyu

Rope Bunny - ARTMS/LOONA Heejin

Fluffy Romance - IU

Mutual Masturbation - Newjeans Hanni × Minji

Sex Tape - Ex-Izone Jo Yuri & Stayc Isa

Gangbang - TripleS Seoyeon, Sohyun, Kotone, Nakyoung, Yubin, Kaede, Dahyun and Yooyeon

Overstimulation - Illit Moka x Yunah

Edging - (G)I-DLE Yuqi

Vicarphilia- IVE Gaeul

fluff Rough Sex - VIVIZ/Gfriend Eunha

Futanari - NMIXX Bae x Jiwoo; Haewon x Kyujin; Lily x Sullyoon

Degradation - Aespa Ningning & Giselle, Kepler Xiaoting & Yeseo and TripleS Nien & Xinyu

Scissoring - ITZY Ryujin x Yeji

Ice Play - Fromis_9 Hayoung

Reader Free Use - Red Velvet Seulgi

[chrissssssmut]

Bro I NEEED a IVE catgirl smut.

PURRING, PANTING, BEGGING (SMUT)

IVE x Male Reader

AN: I hope this one's good! The M reader def just gets the time of his life here XD. Also, happy to be able to put out another story! I'll def do your requests you guys!💗

It had been an exhausting day at work—another shift of paperwork, polite customer service smiles, and an overbearing boss breathing down your neck. You weren’t anything special, just another ordinary guy in a city that moved too fast for its own good. You sighed as you unlocked your apartment door, your body aching for the soft embrace of your bed.

But something was off.

Right before you could step inside, your eyes caught onto a small, unassuming box sitting right at your doorstep. There was no note, no indication of where it had come from. Your brows furrowed as you bent down, hesitating before lifting the lid.

Inside were cats.

Six of them.

Different colors, different sizes, all staring up at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Some meowed softly, one even tilted its head, but they all looked as if they had been waiting for you.

“Who...?” you muttered to yourself.

You glanced around the empty hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever had abandoned them, but there was no one. Just the faint creak of an elevator door closing in the distance. You sighed, rubbing your temple. This was not how you thought your night would go.

Yet, despite the weirdness of it all, you couldn’t just leave them there. You weren’t heartless. With careful hands, you lifted the box and brought it inside, setting it down in your living room.

“Well,” you exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Guess I have roommates now.”

The next few days were filled with adjustment. The cats were oddly well-behaved, unlike the strays you’d encountered before. They didn’t scratch up the furniture, they didn’t hiss or fight over food, and they all seemed... too intelligent.

That wasn’t even the strangest part.

Each of them wore a lace collar with a name embroidered onto it in delicate cursive.

The sleek, elegant white cat had “Yujin” stitched onto a pristine ivory ribbon. A smaller tabby with golden fur bore the name “Rei.” The black one, the troublemaker, had a dark purple ribbon labeled “Leeseo.” Then there was a gray cat with a regal air named “Gaeul,” a soft brown one marked “Liz,” and a strikingly beautiful feline with a midnight-blue coat named “Wonyoung.”

You thought it was odd. Who abandons cats with name tags so well-crafted?

But you shook the thought away. Maybe some rich family had left them, unwilling to care for them anymore. Whatever the reason, they were yours now.

They followed you everywhere.

They watched you.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you swore you could hear something—whispers, laughter—just barely out of reach.

But you ignored it. Maybe you were just tired.

It happened one night, about a week after you’d taken them in.

You had come home late, tossing your bag onto the couch before heading straight to your bedroom. You collapsed onto the mattress, exhaling deeply.

Then you heard it.

Purring.

It came from under your bed, low and vibrating through the floorboards. A deep, rhythmic sound, steady and soothing, yet oddly human. You blinked against the dim glow of your bedside lamp, your drowsy mind slow to register the sound.

With a sleepy smile, you reached down, expecting to brush your fingers through soft fur, maybe scratch behind an ear.

Instead, warmth. Soft.

And then—

Lips.

Your breath hitched, the sensation jolting you awake like ice down your spine. Lips. Warm. Pressing gently against your fingertips.

Not fur. Not whiskers. Lips.

A slow, deliberate kiss.

Your hand recoiled as if burned, and you shot upright in bed, your heart slamming against your ribs. The purring hadn’t stopped. If anything, it grew louder, reverberating through the room like a low hum of satisfaction.

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you hesitantly peered over the edge of the bed.

And then—

Movement.

A pale hand, delicate fingers curling against the floor, nails dragging lightly against the wood. Then another. Then another. One by one, figures began to emerge from the darkness beneath your bed, their bodies unfolding like shadows stretching in the dim light.

You scrambled back against the headboard, your breath caught in your throat as you watched them crawl out—six girls, each one impossibly familiar. The white-haired one looked at you with knowing amusement, her eyes glinting like moonlight off fresh snow. The smallest of them giggled, her golden curls bouncing slightly as she tilted her head.

Your stomach twisted, your mind screaming at you to make sense of this. Because you knew them.

They were the cats.

No. That was impossible.

But there they were, kneeling at the foot of your bed, gazing up at you like they had been waiting for this moment. Their eyes glowed with something deep, something hungry.

“W-what the hell—”

Yujin—the elegant one, now with long white hair cascading over her shoulders—was the first to speak. “You’ve taken such good care of us.” Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. “We wanted to thank you.”

You tried to move, but your body felt frozen. “You—You’re the cats—”

Rei, the small one who had always curled up in your lap, giggled. “Mmm. We are. And we aren’t.”

One by one, they crawled closer, surrounding you. Their touches were soft, their warmth intoxicating. You could barely process what was happening when the first pair of lips pressed against yours.

A fleeting kiss.

Then another.

And another.

You shuddered, eyes darting between them, overwhelmed. “W-why—”

“You’re special,” Wonyoung whispered against your skin, her lips brushing your ear. “You didn’t throw us away. You didn’t ignore us. You cared.”

You swallowed hard. “Is this—Is this some kind of magic?”

Leeseo, the mischievous one, smirked. “Something like that.”

Your breath hitched as their lips met yours again, one after the other, each kiss sending an odd warmth through your body. Your mind screamed at you to run, to question, to do anything but sit there and take it.

But you didn’t move.

They wouldn’t let you.

And deep down, maybe a part of you didn’t want to.

Their hands were warm. Too warm. Soft fingertips traced patterns over your arms, your chest, the fabric of your shirt bunching under their slow, deliberate movements.

“Shhh,” Yujin cooed, her voice smooth as silk. “Don’t be nervous.”

Nervous? That was an understatement.

Rei giggled, her golden hair brushing against your cheek as she leaned in, lips grazing your jaw. “You’re trembling.”

Were you?

Your mind was screaming at you to move—to fight—but your body refused. You were trapped beneath their touch, surrounded by warmth and the faintest scent of something floral, something rich, something undeniably inhuman.

Wonyoung’s fingers ghosted over your collar, toying with the buttons of your shirt. “You took care of us so well,” she murmured, her lips just barely brushing against your throat. “Shouldn’t we return the favor?”

Before you could speak—before you could even think—Liz’s hands slid lower, tracing the hem of your pants. A slow, deliberate tug.

Your breath hitched.

Leeseo smirked. “Aw, look at him.”

“You’re so tense,” Gaeul whispered.

A delicate press of fingers against your waist. A teasing pull of fabric. The sensation of cool air hitting your skin as your pants were slowly—so agonizingly slowly—peeled away.

Yujin tilted your chin up, her smile sharp, predatory. “Relax.”

The room was suffocatingly warm. Maybe it was the way they pressed against you, their soft bodies caging you in, fingers tracing invisible lines over your skin. Or maybe it was the way they watched you—hungry, amused, like they were savoring every second of your unraveling.

Yujin was the first to move, her hand gliding up your chest, nails barely scraping over your skin. “Still so tense,” she murmured, her lips inches from yours.

Rei giggled beside you, her breath hot against your ear. “He’s trying so hard,” she whispered, the amusement in her voice unmistakable. Then—soft, deliberate—her teeth grazed your earlobe, a playful bite that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

You jerked slightly, a strangled noise escaping your throat before you could swallow it down.

“Oh?” Wonyoung smirked, her fingers toying with the waistband of your boxers. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth—maybe to deny it, maybe to protest—but the words caught in your throat as Gaeul’s hand brushed lower, her touch featherlight over your stomach. Lower. Lower.

A slow, deliberate press of her fingers against your growing need.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing at the contact.

“Sensitive,” Liz hummed, dragging a single fingertip along your hip, her touch maddeningly light. “That’s cute.”

Leeseo tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief as she propped herself up beside you. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like this?”

Your breath was uneven, your mind struggling to keep up, to make sense of the heat pooling low in your stomach.

Rei giggled again, her lips still ghosting against your ear. “You’ve been so good to us,” she purred. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

And then, as if to emphasize her words, Gaeul’s hand curled around your length—slow, deliberate, her grip just firm enough to make your body tense beneath her touch.

A quiet, satisfied hum left Yujin’s lips as she watched your reaction. “Much better,” she murmured. “Now just relax.”

But how could you?

When they weren’t going to stop until you completely fell apart.

You barely had time to process Gaeul’s touch before something shifted.

A sudden weight against your chest—Yujin, straddling you with effortless grace, her hands pressing down on your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. She wasn’t rough, not quite—but the way she smiled, slow and knowing, sent a shudder through your body.

“You’re so easy to handle,” she mused, tilting her head. “It’s cute.”

You swallowed hard, testing her grip, but she didn’t budge. If anything, her fingers tightened just slightly. Enough to remind you who was in control.

“You shouldn’t fight it,” Wonyoung murmured, her lips grazing your jawline. “Not when you want it this much.”

A soft breath left you—half denial, half something dangerously close to surrender.

And then—

A warm mouth.

Hot. Wet. Wrapped around the thickest part of you in a way that made your stomach clench.

Your breath hitched, eyes snapping downward just in time to see Rei’s golden curls bobbing slightly, her lips sealed around your aching need. She hummed softly, the vibration making your entire body tense.

“R-Rei—” Your voice broke, strangled.

She pulled back just slightly, her tongue flicking teasingly over the tip before glancing up at you with a smirk. “Mmm? Something wrong?”

Before you could answer—before you could even think—another mouth joined her.

Leeseo, the little troublemaker.

Her tongue traced along the underside of your length, slow and experimental, while Rei took the tip back between her lips, sucking lightly. The combined heat, the slickness of their mouths, was unbearable.

“Look at you,” Liz giggled, fingers skimming over your stomach, your chest. “You’re falling apart already.”

Yujin hummed in approval, her grip on your wrists unrelenting. “I knew you’d be fun.”

Gaeul and Wonyoung weren’t content to simply watch.

Wonyoung trailed her nails down your thigh, dragging them ever so lightly. “We should see how much he can handle.”

Gaeul smirked. “I don’t think he’ll last long.”

A sudden, deliberate squeeze at the base of your arousal—Gaeul’s fingers, firm and teasing. You gasped, your body twitching at the overwhelming mix of pleasure and restraint.

“You’re making the cutest sounds,” Leeseo cooed, flicking her tongue just beneath the tip, her breath warm and teasing.

Rei giggled, swirling her tongue before taking you deeper, her throat tightening around your length in a way that made your vision blur.

You clenched your fists against the sheets, your breath ragged.

Yujin tightened her grip on your wrists, pressing them further into the mattress as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your ear. “Stop thinking so much,” she whispered, her voice smooth, intoxicating. “Just give in.”

Before you could even form a response, a sharp sting bloomed against your neck.

Teeth.

Your breath hitched as Wonyoung sucked against your skin, slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking over the spot before she pulled back with a satisfied hum. “Mmm. That’s a good look on you,” she murmured, tracing the fresh mark with her fingertips.

Gaeul followed suit, her lips trailing along your collarbone before biting down just hard enough to make you flinch. “We should cover him in them,” she mused, her breath warm against your skin. “Make sure everyone knows he’s ours.”

Liz giggled, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your chest, her teeth grazing before she latched on. “Don’t worry,” she murmured between kisses, “we’ll be gentle… maybe.”

Rei and Leeseo weren’t nearly as patient.

Rei tilted her head, admiring the marks forming across your skin. “He looks so pretty like this,” she cooed before biting down just beneath your jaw, her teeth sharper than expected.

Leeseo smirked, dragging her nails down your side. “I like seeing him squirm.”

Your breathing came in ragged, uneven bursts, your body trembling beneath them as they took their time, leaving their marks, staking their claim. Every kiss, every bite, sent another jolt of heat coursing through you, leaving you aching, needy, and utterly overwhelmed.

Yujin leaned back, admiring the sight of you beneath her. “Much better,” she murmured, tracing a possessive finger along the marks decorating your skin. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Yujin sank down onto you in one slow, deliberate motion, taking you to the hilt with an ease that made your breath stutter. A sharp gasp left your lips, swallowed instantly by the smirk curling at hers. She didn’t hesitate—her pace was relentless, rolling her hips with a purpose that left you unraveling beneath her, completely at her mercy.

You moaned, voice breaking as you gasped, ‘Y-Yujin, please… s-slow down…’ But she only smirked, her eyes dark with amusement. ‘Please?’ she echoed, leaning in close, her breath ghosting over your lips. ‘I think you can handle more than that.’ And just like that, she moved even faster, relentless, determined to push you past your limits.

While Yujin moved relentlessly atop of you, the others grew impatient—desperate. Hands roamed, lips grazed, and hungry eyes devoured every inch of you. Some craved your mouth, stealing kisses that left you breathless, while others were drawn lower, eager, insatiable, wanting to claim every part of you for themselves.

‘You can’t just keep him all to yourself, Yujin,’ Wonyoung pouted, her fingers tracing over your jaw before tilting his chin toward her. ‘I want a turn too.’

Rei let out a breathy giggle, her lips ghosting over your neck before biting down playfully. ‘Mmm, he tastes too good to share… but I guess we don’t have a choice, do we?’

Leeseo, practically buzzing with impatience, ran her nails down your chest. ‘I want to hear you beg again,’ she murmured, eyes gleaming as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your own. ‘Think we can make him cry for us?’

Gaeul, ever the composed one, simply smirked as she pressed a kiss against your ear. ‘No need to rush,’ she whispered. ‘We have all night, after all.’

Liz, who had been watching the scene unfold with darkened eyes, leaned down, her voice soft but laced with something dangerous. ‘He’s already falling apart,’ she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his skin. ‘I wonder how much more he can take before he completely breaks for us.

You felt your climax building—too fast, too intense. His breath hitched as he gasped, “Y-Yujin, I’m—”

But she only tightened her grip on you, her pace quickening, her body pressing him deeper. “Inside,” she whispered, voice laced with need. “I want all of it.”

That was all it took. The moment your release crashed over you, Yujin moaned in satisfaction, her body shuddering as she took everything you had to give. Slowly, she lifted herself off of you, breathless, her fingers lazily tracing over your chest as she admired the aftermath. You lay beneath her, panting, exhausted, body still trembling from the intensity.

But it wasn’t over.

Before you could fully catch his breath, Wonyoung was already there—her touch deliberate, her movements slow and taunting as she guided you back into her warmth. A teasing hum left her lips as she sank down onto you, her fingers curling against your chest. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” she whispered, her lips ghosting over your ear.

Then she moved.

Faster. Harsher. Relentless.

Her hips snapped against you, her body taking you with a hunger even Yujin hadn’t shown. But it was her gaze that unraveled you—the way she locked eyes with you, deep and unwavering, a silent demand that he only look at her. “Stay with me,” she murmured, her pace never faltering. “Don’t even think about looking away.”

Your eyes locked onto Wonyoung, dazed and helpless beneath her. She leaned in, her breath warm against your lips, her pace growing impossibly faster.

“Say it,” she murmured, voice dripping with possession. “Say you’re mine… you’re ours.”

Your moans spilled out, uncontrolled, raw—but before he could utter a word, Yujin was there, crashing her lips against yours, swallowing every desperate sound. Her tongue slipped past your parted lips, deep and claiming, while her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer.

Rei’s lips followed next, warm and teasing against your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses down to your throat before sinking her teeth in just enough to make you gasp. Leeseo wasn’t far behind, her breath hot as she latched onto your collarbone, her tongue flicking out before she sucked hard, determined to leave a mark.

Liz, not to be outdone, pressed kisses along your shoulder, her touch soft but lingering, her breath fanning over your skin as she whispered sweet praises between each press of her lips. Gaeul, slow and deliberate, traced the shell of your ear with her tongue before catching your earlobe between her teeth, giving a playful bite that sent a shiver down your spine.

And through it all, Wonyoung never stopped.

She only moved faster.

Wonyoung’s relentless pace had you on the edge, your body tensing beneath her. But before you could fully succumb, a sudden force pushed her off you—Rei. Desperate, impatient, her eyes burned with hunger as she took control.

“Move over,” she huffed, barely giving Wonyoung a moment to react before she straddled him herself—this time, in reverse.

And then—heat. Tight, overwhelming heat as Rei sank down onto you, taking you in all at once. The new position had your breath hitching, body locking up as the new angle sent shockwaves through your nerves. She wasted no time, rolling her hips with slow, deliberate movements before picking up the pace, the friction driving you insane.

The others didn’t let you catch a break.

“You like this, don’t you?” Leeseo whispered against his ear, her fingers dragging down your chest.

“You’re so tense,” Liz murmured, lips ghosting over your collarbone before sinking down to leave another mark.

“You can’t even think straight, can you?” Gaeul smirked, her nails tracing over your abs, teasing you as if she loved seeing you unravel.

Yujin leaned in last, voice dripping with amusement. “You’re completely helpless….it’s cute.”

Rei was lost in her own pleasure, grinding down on you with reckless abandon—until she wasn’t.

A pair of hands suddenly gripped her waist, pulling her off with little resistance. “You’ve had your turn,” Gaeul murmured, her tone playful but firm. Leeseo was right beside her, eyes glinting with mischief.

Before you could even catch your breath, warmth enveloped you—two sets of lips, two tongues, teasing and claiming every inch of you.

“You taste so good,” Leeseo hummed, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she let your length rest against her tongue.

“Mmm,” Gaeul smirked, fingers wrapping around the base as she guided you between them. “Look at you, completely at our mercy.”

A soft, wet slap echoed through the room as the tip met their tongues, sending a shudder down your spine.

“Sensitive,” Leeseo teased, eyes dark with satisfaction. “We like that.”

And just like that, you were undone all over again.

You gasped, body trembling as the overwhelming pleasure built inside you. “F-fuck… please… slow down…” you begged, your voice breaking between sharp breaths.

But Gaeul only smirked against your skin, her lips trailing teasingly along your length before pressing a lingering kiss to the tip. “Aww, but you look so good like this,” she murmured, her breath warm against you.

Leeseo giggled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why would we stop when you’re reacting so beautifully?”

Then, they moved in sync—faster, deeper, their tongues swirling, their lips tightening around you, slick and relentless. Gaeul took you in deep, her throat constricting around you just as Leeseo’s tongue flicked along the underside, her fingers gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming away.

Every sound, every movement only pushed you further to the edge, and they knew it. They wanted you there.

While Leeseo and Gaeul made it nearly impossible for you to catch your breath, Liz leaned in close, her warm lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement.

“You know… this is all because of that sweet little heart of yours,” she purred. “Taking us in, feeding us, letting us curl up in your bed… You should’ve known we’d want to repay you.”

She giggled softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns along your heaving chest before she whispered even lower, just for you.

“I bet you’re grateful we can turn back into cats whenever we want,” she teased. “No one would ever suspect that the guy with six adorable pets is actually being fucked senseless by six beautiful women every night.”

She pulled back just enough to meet your dazed, helpless gaze, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. “You really are lucky.”

As your release built to an unbearable peak, the girls knelt before you, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Their breaths were hot, lips parted, waiting—needing.

Gaeul was the first to take you in her grasp, her fingers wrapping around your slick, throbbing length. She stroked you with purpose, her pace merciless, dragging out every shaky breath, every desperate moan.

"Don’t hold back," she murmured, her sultry voice sending shivers down your spine.

One by one, the others leaned in, their tongues flicking out, teasing—wet heat brushing against sensitive skin. Then came the slow, deliberate drips of spit, each of them making sure you were drenched, slick, gliding effortlessly under Gaeul’s skilled touch.

The pressure coiled tight, impossible to fight, until finally—your body tensed, your breath hitched, and your climax hit hard.

It spilled over them, painting flushed skin and eager lips. Wonyoung let out a pleased hum, swiping a finger across her cheek before slipping it between her lips, tasting you with a slow, satisfied moan. Rei giggled as she licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, while Liz, smirking, scraped a bit off her chin with her thumb before pressing it against your lips.

"Don’t you think it’s only fair you taste yourself too?" she teased.

You barely had time to recover, your body still trembling, before Yujin’s voice cut through the haze.

"Don’t get too comfortable," she purred, pushing you back down onto the sheets. "We’re not done with you yet."

You collapsed onto the bed, limbs heavy, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Your body felt like it had been completely drained, every nerve alight with a dull, lingering pleasure. The room was thick with warmth, the scent of sweat and something far more intoxicating hanging in the air.

Your head lolled to the side, eyes unfocused as you tried to process everything that had just happened. The way they touched you. The way they took you. The way they owned you. It was overwhelming—almost surreal.

Your lips parted, your voice hoarse. "W-why...why did that happen?" you murmured, barely able to string together the words. "What the hell was all of that?"

Soft giggles surrounded you, delicate fingers tracing lazy patterns over your chest and arms. Wonyoung leaned in, her lips ghosting over your ear, her voice like silk. "Because you wanted it."

Rei nuzzled against your side, her breath warm against your skin. "Because you needed it."

You swallowed hard, your mind still reeling. A part of you wanted to deny it, to act as if you had no control over what had just unfolded. But deep down, beneath the exhaustion and shock, there was no denying it.

You liked it.

Maybe even craved it.

Your fingers curled into the sheets as you exhaled a shaky breath. "...I don't know what this means," you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Yujin smiled against your skin, her lips pressing into your jawline. "It means you're ours now."

"Close your eyes for us, baby."

The request came in unison, teasing and playful, yet laced with something almost sinister. You hesitated for a second, still trying to catch your breath, but the way their hands gently traced over your skin left you no room to deny them.

With a slow inhale, you let your eyelids flutter shut.

"No peeking," Wonyoung cooed, her fingers ghosting over your lips before pulling away. "Not until we say so."

You swallowed, nodding in compliance. The room went quiet, save for the occasional rustle of fabric, soft giggles, and the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Minutes passed, anticipation curling tight in your stomach.

"Okay, open."

Your eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the sight before you—and fuck.

You could barely process what you were seeing.

Six pairs of eyes gleamed at you with mischief, framed by sleek cat ears perched atop their heads. Their outfits clung to them in all the right places—lace, straps, and dangerously short skirts barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Stockings ran up their legs, and you swore you could see the light glint off the tiny bells attached to their chokers.

Your throat went dry.

"Speechless?" Yujin smirked, tilting her head as her tail flicked behind her.

You swallowed hard, mouth opening, but no words formed.

Wonyoung sauntered forward, straddling you with ease, her nails dragging lightly down your chest. She leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as she purred:

"Ready for round two, pretty boy?"

[totemstones]

Can I Check The Microphone, Please?

(Somi x Male Reader)

Tags : Old-Young, Daddy Kink, Handjob, Blowjob, Titjob, Fingering, Dirty talk, Degradation, Multiple Cums

Length : 3.6K words

You’re a 49-year-old experienced sound engineer who just turned into ‘Chief Sound Officer’ for your team a few years now. Your work is managed and controls your team about the audio and sound, especially in concert or event, handling on-site sound reinforcement.

One day, your team got hired by a concert promoter, they hired your team to control the audio and live sound for their big K-Pop festival, including many K-Pop groups and soloists. This might be your team’s biggest event in your 8 years’ experience. Your team accepts to do it without hesitation, because the half of your team have been K-Pop fans for a while, including you, since you always saw your workers watched K-pop performances and you found it great.

You have been nervous yet excited for a whole week, since the day when your team picked up that call.

When the day arrives, you ride to the location in the morning, a few hours earlier than anyone. You start setting up the sound control zone, to make your teammates work easier, so when your team arrives, you can let them do it on their own and you hope the festival goes well.

Your team made it at noon to do their roles. Luckily, you have a flawless team who barely make mistakes.

‘Yeah, that’s probably my biggest work to date.’ - you talking to yourself

So, it means that you now have time to rest after being tired from waking up and coming early. Now you feel asleep in your team’s room

‘I gotta see a few performa-‘ you talked to yourself, but you start to fall asleep due to being tired.

You suddenly woke up and started to hear the voices of people talking around your room. You find out that K-Pop artists and their managers also arrived at the festival too.

‘Oh shit, they arrive?’ - you questioning

You start to seeing many shadows and hearing many voices outside the windows, might be the artists who start entering their room to rest and wait for their showtime.

As a K-Pop fan, you still didn’t believe it. You’re now close to K-Pop artists more than any fans in the festival, only 1 aisle away from your room.

You woke up at 6:30PM. You look at your phone and start to shock.

‘Oh! I slept too long. I hope I’m not get any missed calls, messages or knocks from my teammates’ - saying with nervousness

Luckily again, you didn’t miss anything from your team.

‘Phew, Okay, I really formed a great team’ - you proudly saying it

Even at the big event, your team manage to doing great on their work.

‘I hope i will get a bonus or gift or any reward after this’ - you joking

At that moment, you hear a knock at the door.

‘Hello, Anyone’s in there?’

Someone just knocks at the door, you confuse. It’s either your teammates or someone you don’t know and randomly knocking. So, you answer to the voice at the door.

‘Yes, Are you sure you’re knocking on the right room?’

‘This is the sound team room, right? I have some issue with my microphone.’

‘Ah, yes, I’m coming!’

You stand up and run to the door to open it

‘Hi, I’m chief sound offic-, Oh! You’re Somi, right?’ - you surprisingly asking her

‘Yeah, I’m Somi. Nice to meet you’ - she says it and shake your hand

‘Y- Yeah, Nice to meet you too’ - you shake her hand and show your nervousness expression

‘U-uh, so, what’s the problem?, Did anything wro-wrong with your microphone?’

‘So, i have some issue about my microphone. I think it’s broken, and i want to change it. Then I went to find the sound team. And they told me to go to their room at backstage to change it, and they led me here’ - she explaining how she got here

‘Oh, Okay, I will change it for you. So, please come in the room first’ - you inviting her to come in

‘Thank You’ - Somi says it with pleasure

You’ve turn your back, but you see a little gaze from her eyes at a few seconds before you turn your head back. It feels like her eyes went look up and down, you think she tries to tell you something. But you didn’t think about it and go to your team’s rack, where your team have kept spare microphones.

You’ve tried every microphones as much as you have, plug it into the speaker and test it, to find the best one to give her. The room was silent, only the signal noise from the speaker. You’ve tried so many microphones, but you start to be aware that Somi will perform late. So, you decide to talk to her to break the silence.

‘So, how many minutes you have left before you perform?’ - you concernedly asking her

‘30 minutes, but that’s fine, don’t worry. I handle it professionally’ - she answers

‘Oh, okay, I guess you’ve been in the industry for a long time, right?’

‘How you know about that?’

‘I ain’t gonna lie. I’ve been a fan of K-Pop for a while now, and i’ve been knowing about you and your ex-group. And you know what? My bias is you, that’s why I know you’

‘Oh, you’re a fan of me???’

‘Yeah, i like you because of your talents, and especially your hard-working’ - you’ve just praising the girl in front of you, and yap about how you like her

‘Oh, thanks for those kind words’

And then, she starts to stand up and walk towards to you, but you don’t recognize it because you’re busy and trying to finding the best one. Once you start to notice something behind you. You turn your back, and you see Somi being closer to you.

‘Ah! You scare me!’

‘Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just want to see it.’

It looks like Somi was looking for something. You start to get nervous, realizing how closer she is.

‘Can you teach me how to tell that which one are the best?’ – she asks

‘Uh- Uhh, you can’t tell by looking at it without plug into the speaker’ – you answering

‘Oh, Interesting’

And then she starts to touch your arms and slide to your back, then her hands start to roam around your chest, from belly to your belt, and goes down to your zipper.

‘So, I’ve been wondering. Is your microphone the best when its plug it in me’ – she starts to talk dirty

‘Hey! What are you doing!, My teammates will find out’

‘And? Just show them how I treat- I mean test the mic that good’

She starts to take off your belt and unzip your pant and pull down. Your 7-inches cock spring out when she also pulls down your underwear. And she start to reach your cock and start rubbing it.

‘Well, my favorite size, measuring it from behind. I guess it will fit’

She enjoys rubbing you with both of her hands, her forefinger can’t touch her thumb because of how big you are. You try not to moan because it will show that you really love how great rhythm of her handjob.

Somi sneaky to sees your non-reaction, face with no feelings. So, Somi have to try another way.

‘Awww, Am I not testing microphone good enough Daddy? I’ll try another way’

You start to think that she will do something that you were thinking, and you were right. She start to take off her clothes beside you, now you can see her tits and pussy clearly. She kneel on both her knees and moves to the space between you and the team’s rack. You try not to look down on her face, start to avoid looking at her face.

‘Daddy, are you allow me to test another way?’ – She asks

You love how she says the word ‘Daddy’ and how flirty yet slutty she looks, even your cock overlaying half of her face. And you hold your life out try not to answer her, but you can’t hold it. Your face starts to respond to her, your head nodding and she suddenly see it. You have realize that you’ve made a mistake.

‘I’ll take it as acceptance Daddy, I want to see your pre-performance before you plug it in me. And I’ll show you that i can handle it professionally’

She takes your slightly-properly-size cock into her mouth. Her slippery lip shows that she had prepared with saliva before. Inside of her mouth was warmth and moisty, with her tongue as the soft pad that support your cock.

You can’t hold it anymore. You start to move your hip a little and trying to match her rhythm, you can’t stand still. You start to shift your body closer to her to easily surprisedly deepthroat her, but she saw it and knows what you gonna do. Then she takes your cock out of her mouth. Your heart dropping, thought she aware it and it will make her mad.

‘I know what you’re about to do Daddy, don’t think I’m that dumb. Anyways, i’ll help you like how you help me, time for exchange’

You feel relieve that she isn’t mad. And since she already knew what you were about to do. She also moves closer to you and helps your secret objective that’s not secret anymore.

You and Somi starts to match each other freak and rhythm and get more sloppy. You’re now openly show how you enjoyable fucking her face. You firmly grab her head, wring her cheeks to jawline, pull her hair and move her head faster. She also looking up to you, and now you can look down to her without offending.

‘I’m not gonna hold it anymore, bitch. Look at your face while sucking cock is the experience that anyone will never get in their entire life. I guess I’m not that lucky, or someone sent me a gift. It’s just a dirty bitch who hide her pervert side to her fans. Imagine if they know about this, acting like a whore for the guy who just met. Now you look like a mess prostitute, your make-up is fuck up. I feel bad for your make up artist, they have to put more make up before the show because the girl just horny and got fucked rawly. But it can’t solve how mess you look’

‘Damn, you kinda love me now Daddy. You didn’t look like the guy who comfortably welcomed me into the room, passed a chair to me, being kind to me, doing his job to me. Look at you too Daddy, being rough and raw for girl who just met, and lying to girl, saying that he didn’t feel anything. Daddy wasn’t look alike a guy who i just met minutes ago, but i feels like we’ve been fuck before. I wish i met you before’

You both start to talk dirty; you and Somi’s faces turn red, it show how you each other like their compliments.

Her saliva drips down to the floor, her raw, sloppy and consistently blowjob was the most insanely blowjob you’ve ever got. You fuck her mouth for 7 minutes.

Now you feel like your orgasm about to come soon.

‘I’m nearly cum now, take this shit and it will shock you. Your cum-dump face is so fuckable’

‘Show it then Daddy. Fuck my face roughly and I hope your cum will shock me’

You are cupping her face to match the shape of your cock to make you feel like you fuck the tight pussy, the elements of her mouth is so perfect. You had deepthroat her a couple time.

You pull your dick out of her pussy-lookalike mouth and cumming all on her face, paint her face with your seed. Then she lets your white seed running all over her eyes, nose, lip and mouth. Some flows running under her neck through her cleavage, and the others drop down on the floor. Her face now covering in white, she starts to lick her lip and wipe her face to taste your seed.

‘Plenty amount & Delicious. You fuck my mouth so good. No one never done that to me, love how rough and raw you are.’

‘Yeah, me too, that shit was intense as hell.’ - You softly talking

Both of you rest for a couple minutes. And then you see her cleavage has your cum flows through her belly, and you find it sexy. Your cock starts to get erect again; she also saw your cock starts to rise again.

‘My cum behind your cleavage is so hot honestly. If you mind me to fu-‘

‘I know what you want Daddy even though we just met. But i can predict that you want my boobs squeezing on your cock. And I guess you’ve been looked at my boobs since the door was opened’ – She covering your mouth

‘Yeah, I guess the secret is open now’

You stand up and grab her boobs and place your cook in between.

You had changed your opinion when you start touching it. Her softest spot now is her boobs.

‘Your milks soft as hell. How cow-slut still got milks this soft’

‘I prepare them everyday Daddy. I do it because i hope someone who fuck me good will praise it’

‘So, am I good enough?’

‘I don’t know, you just praise my titties, but you never fuck me’

‘So if I fuck you now, am I pass?’

‘Based on your dirty and raw shit on first round. I guess you will’

You start to fold you own lip, the reaction of enjoyness

‘Why you fold your lips? Did you really love my titties that much?’

‘Yeah. I saw one of my worker had watched your performance, and i can’t stop focus on your bouncing titties. I try to avoid, but your big jiggly milks make me keep watching it. I often watch your fancam when i’m alone, it usually drives me a lot when you shake your body. And now i have a chance to do better than looking.’

‘But Daddy said you love my talents and my hard-working’

‘Ah, that’s the one, but your tits are OUTSTANDING talents’

‘Damn Daddy, you actually hold it’

You start to pacing your hip faster, used your previous cum as lube. Your cock hitting her throat everytime you thrusting.

‘Damn, Daddy’s dick hitting my throat both in and out, love how delivering it is.’

You have pull your cock and paint to her boobs, your glan rubbing her pinky titties

‘You still cum a lot, I love it’

She grabs your post-blasted cock to wipe more seed and swallow.

‘Ah yeah, still tasteful, no loss of flavor’

‘So now, Are you ready to get some fuck, slut?’

‘I guess so Daddy’

Before both of you try to fuck for the first time. Knocking from the door just destroys the atmosphere.

‘Hello, Is Somi still in there?’ - your teammate asking

That’s the voice of your teammate, you recognize it.

‘Y- Yeah, she’s here. But don’t open it yet, let me finish my job here’

You both clean the mess around, prepare before your teammate comes in.

‘That’s sad, i hope we fuck before this’

‘Don’t regret it Daddy, that shit was crazy. I hope we see each other more after this. You really impressed me a lot even without getting your dick in yet. You will impress more if my pussy devours you. But i really want you Daddy. So, if Daddy don’t mind, let’s do some quickie fingering’

‘Aight, bet’

Somi takes off her safety short after she just finish wearing it, to make a quickie fingering with you.

‘You’re really really true slut, take off those pant to get fingered’

‘I actually want it Daddy, don’t mad at me’

‘Daddy won’t mad if the pussy's good’

You take 2 fingers to caress her lips, moving up and down slowly but play more on her clit. Your movement makes Somi moans.

‘Ah, Daddy, it make me f- ah feel so g- ood, you can going hard- er on m- e, destr- oy my pussy’

‘I didn’t moan out before you sucked me. But now i just start fingering you, and you’re already moan. This slut can’t hold it longer. It’s time for Daddy to teach some lesson.’

You start to stuck your fingers into her pussy and going in and out, and other hand crushing her clit like what she desired.

‘Oh my god, your fingers fuck me so good. I can’t wait long enough to get your dick in mine’

‘Slut really can’t be wait. Even though you know that my teammate is here, waiting you to meet her. But you still horny and begged me to finger you’

You quickly fingering her. Her body now intensely shaking more than Vibrator, and looks like she about to cum soon.

‘I’m nearly cum now Daddy, thanks you for everything today, i will never forget this moment’

‘Slut like you will forget it’

‘Noooooo, i’m not forgetting the raw, roughly, degrading moment like this Daddy, you’re really great’

You still continuing the pace until her body trembling and her face relieving. Her pussy is so red, cause by your hand slapping her. That strong quickie caused her to squirt all over the floor.

You both take their pant on and have to clean the mess again.

‘Ok, i hope we will meet again and fuck soon’

‘So, Am i good enough at checking the microphone?’ - Somi asks

‘Definitely’

Somi fixing her hair, but still look messy, just trying her best not to look like she had been doing something before. She opens the door and see your teammate stands in front of the room.

‘Hi, Somi. Your showtime was near but i can’t find you anywhere, so i asked my friends. They say you had went to our room’

‘Oh!, i’m sorry to make you worry. My microphone just broken, so i went to find a spare one. And i already found ‘the best one’. I’m so sorry for being late’

‘Gwench-, i mean, that’s fine. You still have some time. Anyways, Can i take a photo with you?’

‘Yeah, sure!’

Your teammate grabs her phone and try to selfie. You trying to get in the frame, but your teammate don’t want you to be in.

‘Hey boss, i just want to selfie with her, not you!’

‘Alright, fine’

‘Nah, let him in. It would be perfect!’

She allows you to get in the frame because Somi gives you a chance. So you decide to clench her silky and big butt. Somi feeling it, she does a little tiptoe and press her lip.

‘Thank you Somi, I will led you to the preparation zone before the show starts’

‘Ok, thank you’

Your worker leads her, but she not following her yet. She choose to whispering to your ear.

‘I hope your butt clenching is the pinky promise, because i’ll let you destroy my asshole when we meet again’

And you whispering her back.

‘I will, see you again’

Then she walk after and turn her back to give you a wave and you wave her back.

You come back to your room and clean the mess that still left.

5 minutes later. The same teammate who led Somi to stage just came back. She decided to ask you something.

‘Boss, Why Somi take her time so long? Does anything bad happens?’

‘No, i tried my best to give the best one for her’

‘Really? Me and my friends was truly worried that she will perform late’

‘Yeah, nothing bad happens’

‘Alright, Do you want to see her show?’

‘Definitely’

You turn off everything, includes the speaker. And went to watch her show after things just happen.

Crowd start to gathering to watch Somi’s performance. When Somi shows herself, the crowd are going crazy and screaming for her. Your zone is closer than VIPs, as the Staff’s zone.

When you watch her fully expression face. You can’t stop thinking about the moment.

When she does interact with everyone. You were the first one to get her attention. She shaking your hand and smiling at you, while singing her line on ‘Ice Cream’

‘Come and get if you wanna. Yeah, I’m like Ice Cream (Ah yeah ah yeah) Got you wishing you could. You can try me (Ah yeah ah yeah) Only if you’ve been good.’

The way she say ‘Ah yeah’ sounds like when she moans after tasting your seed after her titjob, like she trying to remind you the moment.

You get more attention than anyone, some people in the crowd start looking at you. It also makes your teammate start wondering.

‘Damn boss, you really get her attention. You really helped her good’

‘For sure, i treat- i mean i helped her good’

End Credit :

After show ends, you came back to your room to pack up. Suddenly, the knock just happens again. You open and think Somi is coming back.

‘Hi agai-, Oh hello, who are you?’

‘I’m Somi’s Assistant Manager. She wants you and your team’s contacts for her future work’

‘Okay’

You give both contacts to her helper.

‘Thank you’

And then he left after you gave him.

A few hours later, Your phone shaking, and you see 5 messages from anonymous account.

‘I won't forget you Daddy’

‘Meet me again’

‘At my solo album showcase’

‘I miss your dick already’

‘Daddy’

Editor Note :

At first it was Natty, but then i found the TikTok search ‘Somi and Melody Marks’, so i changed to Somi after that, and I think it might more fit.

- totemstones

[daggerfall]

TES fans will be like "we love unreliable narrators!" and then rely on them

[ministarfruit]

I love that marcille and mithrun go to therapy together… they can be buddies I believe it

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What's up MASHblr I went to the National Museum of American History last week and they had the signpost on display and I was sooo normal about it I swear

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want to post this here too for fun. look at my boys who are almost finished baking. oh they're so wee. so small. you could turn them into soup

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[PT: Lychro(nal)!!

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LYCHRO(NAL) !!

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COINING ;; [ 04.12.22 ]

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Mommy's little boy (Sana)

Since I was a child, I have grown up without a mother. My mother died shortly after I was born due to illness, leaving a young and ignorant me with my busy father.

To provide me with a better living environment, my father had to focus all his attention on his work, often working late into the night. As a result, we had very little time to spend together, and even when we did, my father rarely had time to teach me, let alone express his love for me. So, I have been extremely lack of motherly love and affection since I was a child, and this long-standing deficiency has left a deep shadow in my character.

Looking at the classmate in the mother's spoiled healthy and happy growth, my heart is full of indignation and jealousy. Especially the little boy sitting next to me, his mother spoiled him to the extreme, even letting him appear a little weak and incompetent in front of classmates, not even dare to talk back to me.

Whenever I encountered something unsatisfactory in my studies or in life, I would pour out my anger, which I had no place to vent, on that poor little boy. I would poke him in the back with a pencil during class, stop him on the way home from school, and deliberately provoke him to make him cry. I would look into his big, tearful eyes and get excited because the more afraid he was of crying, the more I felt that I had finally gotten back at the “happy family guy” a little bit.

Damn, why is he so lucky! How could he be pampered by his mother while I grew up alone? I'll make him feel the loss of his family and see if he'll still be able to laugh as heartlessly as he does now!

I was determined to humiliate that little boy at school, to show him what fear and loneliness really are. So, I began to follow him around the school, looking for opportunities to sneak up on him and tease him. I even threatened him that if he told his teachers or parents, I would punish him twice as much. Gradually, he began to develop a great fear of going to school, and every day he was afraid that I would suddenly appear behind him to give him a “surprise”. When I saw his panic-stricken face, I felt a perverted pleasure in my heart.

One day, when I was about to trouble that little boy again, his mother, Sana, appeared unexpectedly.

I was captivated by Sana the moment I laid eyes on her. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down like a golden waterfall, shimmering in the coastal sunlight. Beneath her wide-brimmed straw hat, a pair of clear, sparkling eyes gazed out from under long, delicate eyelashes, radiating warmth. Her gentle, soft smile felt like a spring breeze, soothing and inviting. She stood confidently in a bright yellow dress, the fabric hugging her full, firm breasts, while the short hem revealed her long, toned legs—each curve a tempting masterpiece, as if she’d stepped out of a dream. Is this what a mom looks like? She was perfection… I swallowed hard, my original purpose for the trip slipping from my mind entirely.

Sana approached me with a gentle smile on her face: "You are Y/N, aren't you? I'm X's mom, and I heard that you bully him a lot, is that true?"

I stammered, unable to say anything, and just nodded dumbly.

"I understand that you might be doing this out of jealousy, but I'd still like to ask you to stop hurting X. He's such an innocent and sweet boy, please let him go, okay?"

Sana's voice was gentle, and her smile was kind. But I couldn't take my eyes off her seductive body curves, and the smell of maturity and female hormones emanating from her body made me dizzy and my heartbeat faster. This is the charm of a mature woman! How wonderful it would be to spend some time with such beauty.

My brain was completely out of control, and I blurted out, "In that case, if you're willing to have sex with me... If you're willing to make love to me, I'll let your son go, okay?" As I said this, my hand was already unconsciously stroking the sore part of my crotch, and in my mind, I was fantasizing about Sana's delicate body panting underneath me.

I thought this request would be rejected, but Sana agreed without hesitation. She looked at me with a calm expression and said, "Yes, I will fulfill your request as long as you let X go. But you have to promise not to hurt him and not to haunt him anymore."

At this moment, my desire was instantly ignited to the highest pointis ripe beauty was actually willing to sell her body for her son How much does she love X ? Thinking about this, I felt extremely jealous, and decided to use the most intense way to enjoy this fragrant body in front of me.

I violently pressed Sana down on the wall, one hand choked her slender neck so that she could not move, and the other hand eagerly went to pull the bodice of her chest. Soon two white breasts popped out, their pink nipples already rising high. I kneaded them roughly into various shapes and sucked on one tip, and although Sana tried to repress it, she couldn't help but let out a whimper of delight. This undoubtedly aroused my animalistic desires, and I tore open her skirt and panties, revealing her moist mound.

I greedily buried my head between Sana's full breasts, as if I were a hungry child seeking breast milk, sucking on the nipples. One of my hand gripped the other breast and rubbed and squeezed it vigorously, feeling its softness and elasticity in his palm. The other hand explored Sana's already wet pussy, and two fingers easily inserted into it, and started pumping rapidly inside.

"Mmm... Ah... Don't... It's very sensitive there..." Sana involuntarily arched her body to avoid my advances, but I was unable to escape. Seeing this, I increased my speed and strength, and soon felt the nectar flow uncontrollably, wetting my palms.

"Auntie Sana's inside is so tight... She's still sucking on my finger with each contraction... It's so obscene... Obviously, you sent yourself here to save your son... And yet you're panting like this under your son's friend..." I flirted as I increased the intensity of my stimulation on her, wanting to hear more beautiful sounds.

Seemingly sensing my inner desire, Sana slowly closed her eyes and reached out to hug my head, fixing my face firmly on her soft and voluptuous chest. She opened her red lips slightly and murmured something softly, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of reproach, on the contrary, it was more like an encouragement to my action.

"Oooh... It feels so good... You're such a greedy little brat..." A tingling murmur escaped from the corner of Sana's mouth, and my desire soared to new heights.

Just as I was indulging in my wanton play with Sana's ripe body, I suddenly realized that she was like the embodiment of my real mother to me, just as voluptuous and charming, gentle and considerate, and tolerant of everything. I couldn't help but blurt out the word “mommy” with this association.

"Oooh... Mommy... Your body is amazing... I'm completely mesmerized by you... I want to have you forever..." I was babbling, but my hands didn't let go of my aggression on her body, and my mouth was still holding the tip of her nipple and sucking on it.

Unexpectedly, my unintentional action caused Sana to react like never before. Originally, she was just cooperating with me to have fun in exchange for her son's safety, but now my act of calling her “mommy” had undoubtedly awakened the deepest motherly love in her heart. sana opened her eyes, her pupils full of heartache and helplessness, mixed with a trace of longing that was hard to ignore.

"Little devil... I was only trying to protect X... But I didn't expect you to treat me like a mom..." Sana's voice became a little hoarse and her eyes misted up." Well... If you would like to call me your mom... Then do it... You can do whatever you want to me... I'll do my best to satisfy you... As long as I can keep X out of danger..."

After saying those words, Sana suddenly reached out and cupped my face and lowered her head to plant a soft kiss on my lips. Then she pushed away from my body, turned around and knelt down with her back to me, and used her hands to spread her two ass cheeks, revealing the reddish honey hole inside.

"Come on... Do everything you want to do with me... I'll take it... Like a real mom does to her child..." Sana said softly, her tone full of love and indulgence...

I was excited by this sudden change. The scene in front of me was so exciting that I only had time to withdraw my fingers before I pushed my already swollen and aching cock into the warm and tight tunnel. I almost ejaculated as soon as I inserted my cock, Sana's walls were so good at clamping.

I held Sana's waist with both hands and began to move in and out of her body with great vigor, each time almost pulling out my entire penis and then slamming it back in. We both let out a sigh of pleasure at the same time, this position is really too exciting, each thrust allows my cock hits the sensitive areas in Sana's body in, the pleasure quickly accumulate, soon I have the urge to explode.

"Ah... Mommy, mommy... I'm almost there... It's so good... You're so tight inside..." I hissed loudly, the speed of my thrusting getting faster and faster, almost like I was going to fuck through the beauty underneath me.

"Mmmm... Good boy... Cum in... Cum all the way to mommy..." Sana also screamed loudly, moving her knees on the ground to meet my attack, her fat ass was reddened by my slamming, and it was covered with the nectar that overflowed during the intercourse.

Finally, after a deep penetration, the hot essence was released into Sana's body, and at the same time, she also had her second orgasm, pouring her nectar onto my body like a fountain. I was lying on my back, gasping for breath, and I couldn't quit immediately, letting my body fluids be exchanged between each other.

"Oooh... Mom, you're so powerful inside... I want to do it again..." Sana smiled at that, and reached out to touch my hair.

"Good girl... Tonight you're Mommy's... You can do whatever you want... But you have to promise mommy one thing... Let X go... Don't bother him anymore... Mommy will be very sad..."

I raised my head to gaze into her eyes and nodded heavily.

After receiving Sana's promise, my desire was reignited, and my recently relieved member swelled again in no time. So, I turned over, letting Sana lean back against my chest, and slid back into her honeyed passage. I lifted one of her thighs high, resting it on my shoulder, and began thrusting vigorously.

"Ugh... Mommy, Mommy! I'm going to fuck you to death!" I groaned loudly in Sana's ear, my hands tightly gripping her slender waist, pulling her toward my hips, each thrust deeper than the last.

Sana cooperated by wrapping her thighs around my neck, her arms encircling my neck as we kissed passionately, occasionally letting out seductive moans that sent my blood racing. The sound of sticky wetness came from where we were joined, accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of my thrusts. Sana was so overwhelmed by my fucking that she lost herself, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth, too caught up to wipe it away.

"Ah... baby... slow down... you're going to break Mommy... take it easy... I'm afraid you'll cum too soon again..." Sana said haltingly, her eyes glazed as she looked at my face.

I took a deep breath to hold back the urge to release, slowing the pace and intensity of my thrusts, switching to a rhythm of nine shallow and one deep, teasing every sensitive spot inside Sana’s honeyed passage. Her reactions became noticeably more intense, her inner walls contracting in waves, like a small mouth devouring the tip of my member.

"Mommy, why you are so wet? Is it because I call you Mommy that you're even more excited?" I deliberately asked lewd questions to tease her.

"Ah... don’t say that... it’s all your fault..." Sana’s face flushed with shame, but she was clearly stirred into a frenzy by my words. "Bad boy... always saying such embarrassing things... you know it only makes Mommy more desperate... move faster... I want you..."

Unable to hold back, I quickened my pace before she could finish, pounding her dozens of times before pausing to grind against her in a mix of light and heavy strokes. Sana couldn’t handle the torment, her body soon trembling as she let out desperate, near-dying wails.

“No… I can’t… it’s cumming again… you little bad boy…” Sana’s body shook violently, and I felt a rush of hot fluid against my member deep inside her.

I knew she’d reached another blissful climax, lost in a haze of ecstasy—perfect for me to toy with her further. I spread her legs into an M-shape, exposing her quivering pink entrance and the glistening juices around it. Satisfied, I leaned down, sucking hard on one of her nipples.

“Mm… it’s dirty there… don’t lick…” Sana protested weakly, still barely conscious. But I ignored her, my tongue dancing across both of her rosy peaks, leaving wet trails in its wake. I glanced up at Sana, her face a mix of sated lust and twitching spasms.

“Good boy… making Mommy feel so good… you’re amazing…” Sana finally caught her breath, her hand caressing my cheek. “Want to taste Mommy’s milk again? You didn’t get enough earlier…”

I nodded eagerly, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my lips to her breast again. This time, I wasn’t rough—instead, I licked and sucked slowly, savoring her like a greedy child drinking sweet milk from his mother…

“Mmm… so sweet… Mommy’s milk is so delicious… give me more…” I lingered in Sana’s embrace like an insatiable child, burying my face between her soft breasts, eagerly sucking. Sana indulged her needy lover without hesitation, one hand gently stroking my hair, the other cradling the back of my neck, letting me savor her fully.

“Hehe… you’re like a little hungry wolf… never getting enough… looks like Mommy will need to grow a few more breasts to satisfy you…” Sana teased softly, her fingers combing through my hair.

I looked up at her, finding her eyes filled with a doting glow. A strange warmth surged in my chest—perhaps this was the “motherly love” people spoke of. It was the first time I’d seen such a look in a woman’s eyes: tender, accepting, yet tinged with desire. Overwhelmed with happiness, I threw myself into her arms, hugging her tightly.

“Mom… I love you…” I murmured, kissing her neck, greedily inhaling her scent.

Sana smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “Silly boy… Mommy already knew… I just didn’t expect you to confess so boldly… good boy, let Mommy take care of you…”

With that, she slowly shifted, turning to face me. I lay back on the bed, limbs relaxed, feeling her fingers gently wrapped around my still-hard member, stroking it slowly up and down.

“Oh… Mommy… that feels so good… amazing…” I sighed, tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling. This was a pleasure I’d never experienced—tender caresses from the most intimate woman in my life. Sana’s skill was otherworldly; she seemed to instinctively know the perfect pressure and technique to please a man. Soon, my scalp tingled, and the urge to release surged again.

“Wow… my good boy’s cock is so big… so much bigger than Daddy’s… no wonder it feels so good for Mommy…” Sana marveled, quickening her strokes. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “No… Mommy, I can’t take it… I’m gonna cum… let go…” I pleaded desperately, but instead of stopping, Sana tightened her grip at the base of my shaft.

“Don’t be afraid, good boy… let it all out for Mommy… this is your reward…” Sana teased with a low chuckle, her other hand cupping my face, locking eyes with me.

Under her gaze, I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low growl, I erupted, thick white streams splattering across her stomach and lower abdomen, some even landing on her full breasts.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto her, panting heavily. Sana gently wiped the sweat from my forehead and pressed a soothing kiss to my lips.

“Good job, my sweet boy… now Mommy’s going to reward you properly…” Sana said seductively, leaning down to kiss me deeply once more…

I eagerly returned Sana’s deep kiss, my hands roaming over her smooth body. Like two ravenous beasts, we devoured each other, chasing even more intense pleasure. Soon, I felt a familiar ache stirring below, and Sana noticed it too.

“Ah… my little guy’s hard again… how should Mommy punish you this time…” Sana whispered in my ear, her fingers teasingly brushing over my sensitive shaft.

I shivered, my softened member instantly hardening again. “Mommy… let me…” I stammered, unable to form words, only nodding urgently.

Sana chuckled softly, flipping over to straddle me. “Well then… Mommy’s going to teach you this position… ready for another round of punishment?”

With that, she guided my swollen length to her already drenched entrance, slowly sinking down. I could feel every tight, layered fold of her inner walls, like countless little mouths greedily sucking and biting at the source of my desire.

“Oh… God… Mommy, you’re so tight… you’re gonna break me…” I groaned in ecstasy, gripping her hips to guide her up and down.

“Shh… don’t rush, good boy… Mommy will let you feel even more…” Sana rocked back and forth, her full, snowy breasts bouncing enticingly before my eyes. Her expression grew wild and debauched, her moans dripping with lust…

In that moment, we surrendered completely to our craving for each other’s bodies. I clutched her waist, thrusting upward frantically, while she twisted her hips desperately to meet my impacts… This utterly depraved act transformed into a pure, sensory revelry between us…

“Mommy… I… I can’t take it anymore… you’re too much…” I gasped out to Sana, my breath ragged, watching her breasts bounce and sway with her movements. My sanity was on the verge of collapse.

Sana let out a soft laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth. “Silly boy… this is your reward… Mommy will make sure you feel the ultimate pleasure… just let go and enjoy…”

With that, she intensified her movements, bouncing faster and harder, the soul-melting pleasure driving me to the edge of madness. My reason crumbled under the overwhelming ecstasy, leaving only raw desire to guide my actions.

“Ahh… I’m there… Mommy, I’m gonna cum inside…” I shouted, my body shuddering as a scorching flood surged out, filling Sana completely.

At that same moment, Sana reached her climax, her inner walls clamping tightly around me, locking my desire in place. A warm gush spilled onto my abdomen… she had hit her peak too.

I collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, unable to calm down for a long while. Sana lay on top of me, one hand gently caressing my face. “My good boy… you made Mommy feel the greatest pleasure… you’re truly the best gift heaven could give me…”

I gave a faint smile, lifting my arms to wrap around her back, holding her tightly. In that moment, I felt an unprecedented sense of belonging—the unconditional acceptance and indulgence only a mother could give…

Gazing at the throbbing, veined length before her, Sana felt a strange sense of satisfaction stir within. Its size far surpassed her husband’s, delivering unmatched pleasure and thrill. Yet, a wave of guilt and shame gnawed at her. If only this could be real…

Her thoughts drifted to the son she’d sworn to protect, a pang of remorse rising. Had it not been for shielding him from bullies, would she have fallen this far? To engage in such sordid acts with a boy young enough to be her son—she could hardly absolve herself. But… what if he truly were her child? Would she feel even more elated?

Sana stared at the boy before her, his eyes glistening, his expression dazed. The conflict in her heart intensified. If he were her son, how perfect it would be… she could love and cherish him openly, giving him everything he desired without this secretive caution.

But reality was reality. The thought brought a bitter mix of emotions. Was she too selfish, too reckless, exploiting his naive innocence? Yet, undeniably, she’d developed feelings for him. Was it the loneliness of her solitary life? Or had his presence filled a void she’d long ignored?

Her mind swirled, unable to untangle the mess. With a sigh, she decided to let things be for now, to stop wrestling with these complexities. She never truly had him, so why torment herself? For now, she’d focus on soothing his emotions, sparing this innocent boy any harm. As for the future, she’d leave it to time to resolve.

“What’s wrong… what’s Mommy thinking about…” I noticed Sana’s shift in mood, a flicker of panic rising in me. I grabbed her wrist tightly, desperate to hold her attention, terrified she might slip away.

Sana shook her head, forcing a calm smile, and leaned in to give me a gentle kiss to soothe my nerves. “It’s nothing, baby… Mommy just got lost in some thoughts… let’s just focus on enjoying this moment…”

With that, she lowered herself again, her tongue gliding over my still-erect shaft, swallowing every trace of herself. My body trembled under her ministrations, the warm, slick sensation driving me wild with excitement. I lifted my hips to give her better access, my hands caressing her hair and breasts to encourage her.

“Mmm… you’re so delicious, baby… Mommy can’t bear to let you go…” Sana murmured, leaving a trail of glistening marks across my skin. Her tongue teased my tip, swirled around my length, and even lavished attention on my balls, savoring every inch.

Her expert technique quickly brought me to the edge again, and I grabbed her arm, signaling her to stop. Sana understood instantly, lifting her head with a sweet, knowing smile.

“My good boy’s holding back so well… how about you please Mommy this time…” Her eyes gleamed with seduction as she slowly parted her thighs, her bare, intimate core fully exposed before me, igniting an even fiercer desire within…

“Mommy… let me serve you… I want to bring you ultimate pleasure… please be mine alone…” I pleaded, gazing at Sana, whispering in her ear as I thrust deeply into her.

Sana let out a soft hum, her eyes half-closed, savoring my fervent efforts. “Such a good boy… Mommy’s so pleased with your thoughtfulness… mmm… deeper… yes, just like that…”

I quickened my rhythm, my fingers teasing her sensitive clit while I drove into her with increasing intensity, each thrust pushing my desire to her core. “Ah… Mommy… I’ll do everything to please you… to make you mine forever…”

Sana tilted her head back, her moans filled with intoxication and obsession. “Good boy… Mommy’s so satisfied with you… as long as you stay by my side… I’ll belong to you alone… only to you…”

Her words set my heart ablaze, my movements growing wilder and more fervent. I wanted her to drown in the pleasure I gave her, to fall completely for me, unable to ever leave… So I poured my all into pleasing her, repeating, “I’m your only child,” as if begging for her acknowledgment and belonging.

Soon, Sana reached another peak, her moans growing sweeter and more captivating, her body arching instinctively. I knew she was on the verge of ecstasy, so I quickened my pace, thrusting fiercely dozens of times until, amid her screams, I poured every drop of my searing essence into her…

In that moment, I felt a subtle bond form between us—Sana and I became one, as if truly mother and son. Even if this was just a fleeting, illusory dream, I embraced it fully… because I had found the most important person in my life… a “mother” who belonged only to me…

I collapsed onto Sana, both of us basking in the afterglow of our climax. Her tender hands caressed my back, her voice soft and loving as she whispered, “Mommy’s promise still stands… from now on, I belong only to you… I’ll go home and file for divorce… leave that pathetic, useless husband with his tiny dick… and that cowardly, weak son…”

Her words sent a surge of joy through me, my entire body being wrapped in overwhelming happiness. This wasn’t a dream—Sana had truly decided to be mine! Tears welled up and spilled over as I cupped her face, kissing her deeply.

“Thank you, Mommy… I’m so happy…” I murmured against her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone.

Sana let out a contented sigh, opening her arms to pull me close. “My good boy… Mommy’s thought it through… instead of wasting my life with a man who has no masculinity, I’d rather keep you by my side and love you forever… I’ll give you all my love… so you’ll never leave me…”

“Yes, Mommy… I’ll never leave you…” I nodded eagerly, my hardening length nudging back into her, gently grinding. “Since you’ve made your decision… how about we start our new life right now…?”

Sana chuckled softly, her hands kneading my erected nipple. “Alright… since Mommy’s made her promise, you have to keep yours too… no other women… just give everything to me, and I’ll be so happy…”

I nodded, beginning a new rhythm. “Of course… from now on, I’m Mommy’s only son… I’ll bring you endless pleasure and surprises… trust me with everything… I’ll cherish you with all my heart…”

“Yes, Mommy… I promise my cock will only ever serve you… from now on, I’ll only reach climax and release for you… no one else matters…” I said, thrusting even harder, desperate to reach my peak faster.

Sana clearly relished my devotion, her tightening walls nearly pushing me over the edge. “Such a good boy… then hurry and cum for Mommy… I want to taste your release…”

She slowed her breathing, her seductive voice teasing me as she swayed her hips to meet my thrusts. It was like pouring fuel on a fire—my mind went blank, completely consumed by her.

“Ahh… Mommy… I’m cumming… I’ll do everything you say…” I pressed into her deepest core, feeling the imminent eruption. Sana tightened around me at just the right moment, delivering the final blow.

With a hoarse roar, I unleashed all my pent-up passion inside her, and she welcomed every drop. The scorching sensation was addictive, and I collapsed onto her, greedily inhaling her scent, unwilling to let go of this woman who belonged to me.

Sana chuckled softly, smoothing my disheveled hair. “So obedient… from now on, this treat is all mine…”

I nodded eagerly, my lips and tongue cleaning her chest. “It’s my honor… I’ll cherish you, Mommy… make you drown in ecstasy every day… because you’re my everything…”

Sana’s eyes glistened with emotion as she caressed my cheek, her voice tender and heartfelt. “Silly boy… you’re my everything too… we’re made for each other… destined to give our lives to one another, inseparable…”

Overwhelmed with emotion, I nodded fervently and kissed her deeply once more…

[lionofchaeronea]

The Ransom of Hector, from Iliad Book 24: Priam, at left, grasps Achilles' knees in a posture of supplication, begging him to return the body of Hector, which lies below, its feet still bound from Achilles's dragging it around the walls of Troy. Red-figure hydria (water jar), attributed to a painter of the Pioneer Group; ca. 510-500 BCE (Archaic period). Now housed in the Arthur M. Sackler Museum, Harvard University, Cambridge, MA, USA.

[chrissssssmut]

Seven minutes in heaven with your tomboy best friend/cousin sparks an incestous romantic relationship

Unspoken Tension

Tomboy Winter x Male Reader (SMUT)

AN: SURPRISE! I've been working on this request for quite some time now! Sorry it took this long! I literally had to to multitask and write multiple stories all at once XD. Hope y'all like this esp to the one who requested!

It started with a game—something stupid, something harmless. That’s what you told yourself.

“Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

You should’ve known it wouldn’t be that simple.

Winter had always been different from the other girls in your family—louder, brasher, less concerned with being ‘ladylike.’ While the rest of your cousins fussed over makeup and gossip, she was the one climbing fences and challenging you to arm-wrestling matches. Maybe that’s why you never really thought about her that way.

Until that night.

You sat in a loose circle with your cousins and a few friends, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer, soju and perfume. The empty bottle spun, wobbling on the hardwood floor before landing on Winter. And then on you.

A chorus of laughter and teasing erupted. Someone clapped you on the back. Winter only smirked, cocking her head.

“Well?” she drawled, already pushing herself up. “You scared?”

Your throat went dry. This is fine. It’s a stupid game.

The closet was cramped, barely enough space for the two of you. The second the door shut, the air changed. The laughter outside muffled into a dull hum, leaving only the sound of Winter’s slow, deliberate breathing.

She leaned against the wall, watching you in the dim light. “You look nervous.”

“I’m not.”

She laughed under her breath. “Liar.”

Seconds stretched. The air grew heavy, charged. Winter shifted, her knee bumping against yours. A touch so small, yet it sent a jolt through your spine.

You exhaled, trying to focus on anything else—the smell of old fabric, the soft scratch of her hoodie against the wall. But then she moved again, this time closer. Close enough that you could feel her warmth.

“You’re acting weird.”

“You’re the one cornering me.”

Winter tilted her head, considering you. Then, in a move so casual it felt dangerous, she reached out, fingers brushing the hem of your shirt. “You always this fidgety around girls?”

Your pulse hammered. “Not really.”

“Hmm.” A hum, low and knowing. “Just me, then.”

She didn’t kiss you. But she didn’t need to. The way she lingered, the way her fingers grazed your wrist before pulling back—it left something behind. Something unresolved.

When the door finally swung open, the others burst into laughter, throwing questions your way. You barely heard them. Winter just smirked, giving you a look that said, We’re not done.

And she was right.

You went about your days like nothing happened. Like she didn’t corner you in that closet, like she didn’t look at you like she was daring you to do something about it. But the worst part? You kind of wished she would do it again.

And then, because the universe is an absolute menace, something completely unexpected happened.

Winter’s parents were going away for a whole year. They needed someone to take care of her, and without hesitation, your parents had volunteered. You didn’t even get a say in it.

“Are you serious?” you asked as they casually dropped the news over dinner. “She’s staying here? For a year?”

“What, you don’t want me around?” Winter smirked, leaning back in her chair. Her short, dark hair framed her face perfectly, and the way she stretched her arms behind her head made you notice how toned her arms had gotten.

You cleared your throat. “That’s not what I meant.”

“She’ll be fine here,” your mom said, waving a hand dismissively. “And she’ll be sharing your room, by the way.”

Winter arched a brow. “Oh?”

You nearly choked on your drink. “Wait, what?”

“Your bed’s big enough for two,” your dad added nonchalantly.

Winter glanced at you, amused. “Guess we’ll be roommates.”

You wanted to argue, but what could you even say? So, that was that. Winter was moving in, and you were going to have to deal with it.

The first night was awkward.

You lay on one side of the bed, stiff as a board, while Winter scrolled through her phone on the other. The glow from the screen illuminated her face, casting soft shadows over her sharp features. She looked effortlessly cool, like always.

“Relax,” she muttered, not even looking at you. “I’m not gonna bite.”

You let out a breath. “I’m relaxed.”

She side-eyed you. “You look like you’re about to explode.”

You scoffed. “It’s just weird, okay? Sharing a bed with you.”

Winter shrugged. “It’s just a bed. Unless you’re scared you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself.”

Your face heated. “That’s not—”

“I’m kidding,” she laughed, rolling onto her side. “You’re too easy to mess with.”

You turned your back to her, grumbling under your breath. But even as you tried to sleep, you were painfully aware of her warmth beside you. The scent of her shampoo. The rise and fall of her breathing.

This was going to be a long year.

Days passed, and Winter settled into your home with ease. She got along with your parents, made herself comfortable, and turned your room into her second domain.

The tension between you hadn’t lessened—it had only evolved into something more dangerous. There were moments when you’d catch her staring at you, but she’d look away before you could say anything. Times when she’d stretch and her shirt would ride up, revealing just a hint of skin, making you swallow hard. Accidental brushes of fingers, lingering eye contact, shared laughter that felt just a little too intimate.

Then, one morning, your parents dropped another bomb.

“We’ll be out the whole day,” your mom said, grabbing her purse. “Make sure Winter eats something. And don’t just stay cooped up in your room all day!”

Winter smirked at you after they left. “Looks like it’s just us.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “Guess so.”

“What do you wanna do?”

She leaned against the couch, thinking. “Show me more of that collection of yours.”

You hesitated. “You really wanna see it?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “You always talk about it, but you never actually show me.”

So, you led her to your room, opening the cabinet where you kept your prized collection—vintage video game consoles, classic action figures, and a shelf full of rare comic books. Winter whistled, reaching out to pick up a limited-edition figurine.

“You really are a nerd, huh?” she teased.

You rolled your eyes. “You asked to see it.”

She grinned. “I like it. It’s kinda cute how passionate you get about this stuff.”

You scratched the back of your neck, suddenly self-conscious. “Well, it’s important to me.”

She hummed, placing the figurine back. But instead of commenting, she just stared at you.

You felt it instantly—the shift in the air, the weight of her gaze. It was different this time. Heavier. Intense.

“…What?” you asked, your voice quieter than before.

Winter stepped closer. Your heart picked up speed.

Then, without warning, she reached up and pressed a finger against your lips.

“You talk too much,” she murmured.

And then she kissed you.

Your breath hitched. For a second, your mind went blank—Winter was kissing you. Her lips were warm, soft, lingering just long enough for you to feel everything before she pulled back slightly.

Panic flared in your chest, and you instinctively took a step back. “Winter—”

But she wasn’t letting you go.

Her hands gripped your collar, pulling you in. Her gaze, dark and filled with something unspoken, bore into yours.

“You don’t have to say anything,” she whispered. “I already know.”

She backed you into the corner, her presence overwhelming, her scent intoxicating.

And then she kissed you again.

“You think I didn’t notice?” she continued. “All those times we locked eyes? The way you’d get flustered when I got too close?”

You swallowed hard. “It’s not that simple, Winter.”

She scoffed. “Yeah? Then tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Because you couldn’t. Because she was right.

Winter smirked, stepping even closer, her lips barely an inch from yours. “That’s what I thought.”

And then she kissed you again, deeper this time. And this time, you didn’t pull away.

Your breath hitched, body tensing as Winter’s fingers dipped beneath your waistband, cool against the feverish heat beneath. She didn’t hesitate this time. Her palm pressed firmly against you, fingers tracing your shape through the fabric, feeling every twitch, every pulse.

"So hard already," she murmured, lips brushing against his ear. "Are you that desperate?"

A shaky exhale escaped you, your body betraying as your hips instinctively pushed forward, seeking more. She smirked, tightening her grip, squeezing just enough to make your knees buckle. Your hands shot out, gripping her waist for support, fingers digging into her like she was the only thing keeping you upright.

"Oh, I love that," she cooed, dragging her fingers along his length in slow, deliberate strokes. "I wonder how much longer you can stand."

Her pace quickened, her touch firmer, her breath hot against your neck. Your head tipped forward, forehead resting against her shoulder as a strained groan left your lips. She laughed softly, pressing a teasing kiss to your jaw.

"Don’t hold back on me now," she whispered, giving you another squeeze. "Let me feel everything."

Her fingers hooked onto your waistband, nails grazing your skin as she dragged the fabric down, slow and deliberate. A smirk curled on her lips—she had been teasing you all night, enjoying the way your breath hitched whenever she got too close.

But the moment your pants hit the floor, her entire body locked up.

She froze.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart slamming against her ribs so hard it almost hurt. Her pupils dilated, heat crawling up her neck as her gaze dragged over you, taking in every inch—every impossible, achingly unfair inch.

Oh. Oh.

Her mouth went dry. She swallowed thickly, fingers trembling slightly as they hovered uselessly at her sides.

What the fuck.

A shaky exhale slipped from her lips, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She tried—tried—to say something, anything, but all that came out was a soft, broken breath. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her voice barely above a whisper, she muttered:

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me."

And then, without thinking, she reached for you.

She gripped you—tight, desperate—her fingers wrapping around his heat like she owned it. Her first stroke was slow, agonizingly slow, dragging up his length before gliding back down with a firm, deliberate squeeze. Your entire body jerked at the sensation, a ragged breath escaping him as his hands clenched uselessly at his sides.

"Oh?" Her voice dripped with amusement, but there was something darker beneath it—something possessive. She stroked you again, this time faster, her grip unrelenting, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core. "Already shaking?"

She tightened her hold, twisting her wrist just enough to make his breath hitch, his legs threatening to buckle. Her lips brushed against his ear, her voice a husky whisper.

"Poor thing. I haven’t even started."

"We… we can’t—" Your voice broke before you could even finish the sentence. Your entire body was trembling, your hands twitching at your sides like you wanted to push her away, to resist—to fight this.

But then she squeezed you.

Your breath hitched, hips jerking forward against your will. A strangled, wrecked sound ripped from your throat, your head falling back against the wall with a dull thud. Your fingers dug into her wrists, tight, your whole body tense like you were about to snap.

"Shit—" You gritted your teeth, shaking your head as if trying to clear it, but it was useless. Every slow, torturous stroke of her hand sent another wave of heat crashing through you, dissolving what little self-control he had left.

"I… I can’t—fuck, I can’t do this—" Your voice was raw, like you were begging yourself to stop, but your body was already betraying yourself, your own resolve crumbling with every slick movement of her fingers.

Her grip tightened, her pace quickening just enough to make your knees buckle. Your breath turned ragged, fingers flexing uselessly before grabbing onto her hips, desperate for something—anything—to hold onto.

"You’re shaking," she murmured against your ear, her voice dripping with amusement, with control. "Still going to pretend you don’t want this?"

You shuddered, chest heaving, your last shred of resistance snapping as a broken groan tore from his lips.

"Fuck it." Your voice was wrecked, desperate. Your fingers tightened on her hips, dragging her closer. "Just—just don’t fucking stop."

Your entire body jerked when you felt it—warm, wet—her spit dripping onto his aching cock, sliding down your skin as she stroked you even faster. Your breath hitched, a strangled groan ripping from your throat, fingers twitching against her wrists like you were going to stop her.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

"Fuck," you gasped, head tipping back, eyes squeezing shut as she worked you with a pace that had your legs threatening to give out. Your grip tightened on her shoulders, desperate, trying to ground yourself, but she wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

Then you felt it—her mouth.

Hot. Wet. Perfect.

Your entire body locked up as she took you in, her lips wrapping around your tip, her tongue gliding over sensitive skin, sending a violent shudder down your spine. Your thighs tensed, your breath coming out in ragged gasps, your fingers instinctively threading into her hair.

"Shit, shit," you choked out, voice wrecked, shaking with a mix of pleasure and sheer disbelief, like you couldn’t even process what was happening. Like it was too much, too good, too fucking much.

Her mouth sank lower, taking you deeper, her tongue teasing, stroking, tasting. The wet sounds, the heat, the pressure—it was all driving him insane. Your fingers curled tighter in her hair, hips barely restraining themselves from bucking forward.

"F-fuck," you groaned, breath broken, your entire body trembling beneath her touch, your last shred of self-control disintegrating with every second she had her mouth on you.

You were completely, utterly ruined.

She pulled back with a wet pop, her lips slick, her breath coming fast as she stared up at you. A thin strand of spit still connected her mouth to your cock before breaking, sliding down her chin. Her eyes were dark, burning with need, with hunger that made your stomach tighten.

She stroked you once—slow, deliberate—watching the way your body shuddered beneath her touch. Then she leaned in, pressing her lips against your ear, her voice breathless, dripping with impatience.

"I can’t wait anymore," she whispered. "I need it inside me. Now."

Winter’s grip on you tightened, her body pressing closer, heat radiating off her skin. She dragged her lips down your neck, voice trembling with anticipation. "Don’t make me beg for it."

She let the last piece of fabric slip from her body, pooling at her feet, leaving nothing between them. Your breath caught in your throat. Your fingers twitched at your sides, fists clenching, like you were forcing yourself to hold back.

She stepped closer, slow, deliberate, her body impossibly warm as she pressed against you. Taking your hands, she guided them over her bare skin, making you feel her, making sure you had no room to run.

"I want you," she whispered, voice thick with need, her lips brushing against your jaw. "Right now."

Your chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. Your grip on her hips tightened—too tight, like you were fighting yourself. "We shouldn’t," you ground out, voice wrecked, self-control hanging by a thread.

She didn’t give you time to think. Instead, she reached for you again, dragging you closer, aligning their bodies in a way that made your pulse hammer in your skull.

"Then stop me," she murmured. A challenge. A plea.

You should have pulled away.

But instead, your hands moved on their own, fingers digging into her skin, claiming her, dragging her down with you as you gave in.

There was no stopping now.

At first, you moved slowly—too slowly. Your own breath was uneven, your grip on her hips tight, like you were still fighting something deep inside yourself.

But she couldn’t take it. Not like this.

"Faster," she gasped, her voice breaking as she pushed back against you, desperate for more, for everything. "Please—don’t hold back."

Your fingers dug into her skin, body tense, struggling. But then she turned her head, eyes glazed, lips parted, utterly wrecked with need.

That look snapped something inside of you.

Your pace quickened. Your hesitation shattered. The sound of your skins meeting filled the room, her breathy moans turning into shameless cries as she clutched on to you, trembling beneath you.

"More," she begged, voice shaky, wrecked, needy. "Don’t stop—please—"

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

Your grip tightened, your movements rougher, hungrier, as you lost yourself in the way she needed you, the way she clung to you, like she’d fall apart if you even dared to stop.

And God help you, but you wanted this just as much as she did.

Winter was gone—completely lost in the heat, the pleasure, the way you moved against her, inside her. Every touch sent her spiraling deeper, every thrust breaking down whatever restraint she had left. Her fingers gripped on to you, her body shaking, overwhelmed, desperate for more.

"I don’t care," she gasped, voice raw, breathless, her head tilting back in ecstasy. "I don’t care if we’re related—I love this, I love you—"

Her voice cracked as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her back arching, her nails clawing at his skin. "I’ve always wanted this," she confessed between ragged moans, eyes wild, dark with something dangerous and real. "I don’t care if it’s wrong—just don’t stop!"

Her words hit you like a shockwave, tearing apart whatever was left of your resistance. Your grip on her tightened,your pace turning desperate, reckless, drowning in the way she needed you, the way she clung to you like she never wanted to let go.

Your breathing was ragged, his body trembling as you felt yourself teetering on the edge. Every movement sent a firestorm of pleasure surging through you, every desperate moan from her lips pushing you closer—too close.

Your grip on her hips tightened. You had to stop. You had to pull away.

But then Winter looked back at you.

Her face was flushed, eyes glazed, lips parted as she gasped for air. She was shaking, gripping your arms like she’d fall apart if you let go. And then—

"Inside," she pleaded, her voice breaking, thick with desperation. "Please—I'm on the pill."

Your mind short-circuited. You were already too far gone, but hearing her say that? Seeing the way she needed you?

"Winter," you rasped, your restraint barely holding on.

She didn't let you think. Didn't let you hesitate.

"Please," she whimpered, pushing back against him, her nails digging into his skin, her entire body begging for you. "I need all of you—please—"

Something inside of you snapped.

Your hands gripped her harder, movements turning reckless, desperate, completely lost in her, in the way she wanted this, wanted you.

And in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

Your body tensed, every muscle locking up as you finally gave in. A deep, shuddering groan ripped from your throat, your grip on her waist tightening as you poured yourself into her.

Winter gasped, her body jolting as she felt it—felt him. Her legs nearly buckled, her fingers clawing desperately at his arms, at anything to hold herself up. A broken moan escaped her lips, her head tilting back against your shoulder, completely overwhelmed.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Your heavy, uneven breaths filled the air, bodies still locked together, both of you trembling in the aftermath.

Then, finally, the strength in your legs gave out.

Still tangled in each other’s arms, you both stumbled toward the bed, collapsing onto the mattress in a dazed, breathless heap. Bodies sank into the sheets, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened.

What you both had just done.

Winter was the first to speak, her voice barely above a whisper, still breathless. "...Holy shit."

You swallowed hard, your pulse still pounding, your mind spiraling. "Yeah."

Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke another word.

Because there was no taking it back.

Your bodies were still tangled, limbs heavy, breath shaky as they lay there, staring up at the ceiling. The air was thick, buzzing with something undeniable, something neither of you could ignore.

Winter was the first to break the silence.

"...Did you like it?" Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but there was something underneath it—something deeper, something needy.

Your throat felt dry. You swallowed, still trying to steady yourself, but there was no point in lying.

"Yeah," yoy admitted, exhaling slowly. "I did."

Winter turned her head towards yoy, her eyes searching your face, her expression unreadable. A beat of silence passed before she bit her lip and murmured, "...Me too."

Your breath hitched.

Then she shifted, pushing herself up just slightly, her fingers trailing over your skin, hesitant yet deliberate. "Do you still want to?"

Your pulse pounded. She was asking—not just testing you, not teasing, but really asking.

And you should have hesitated. You should have thought about what this meant, what this was.

But instead, you looked at her—at the way she watched you, at the way her body still pressed so close, warm, inviting, familiar.

And yoy whispered the only answer you could.

"...Yeah."

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

"Good," she breathed.

And just like that, the tension snapped again.

She kissed you again. Rougher this time. Like she already knew the answer.

And maybe that was the moment he realized—this wasn’t going to stop.

Because it didn’t stop.

Not after that night.

Not after the stolen glances across the room, the accidental touches that weren’t so accidental.

Not after she found excuses to be alone with you—at family gatherings, at your house, in the quiet corners where no one would see.

And he did.

Again.

And again.

And again.

AN: This will be the last for this week! Will be busy again!🫶🏻

[all-that-jazz-93]

I love this little moment of Mulcahy discarding an apparently scandalous submission to the suggestion box when no one is looking

[defnotsoju]

Can you add anal or petplay on your minju smut?😂

THE KITTEN IN MY HOTEL ROOM

ILLIT's MINJU × M! READER

There was nothing better than hanging out with friends at a club after a long work week. You were drinking to the max, dancing, making out with random women in the club who were selling themselves for a few hundred dollars. Your life as a student was one of the best experiences you ever had and you would never give it up if you could. But what could be better than student life in Seoul?

Having a prostitute in your hotel room waiting for you every night and ready to serve you with her body.

The moment you entered the hotel room, you noticed the brown haired girl sitting on the large bedroom wearing a very cute lingerie. Although it was cute, the way her breasts were pressed together, expressing the line of her bust really turned you on. Her hair was wavy, her thighs were completely exposed and the material over her breasts and pussy was so thin that you could see through them. You could swear this is the hottest sight you've ever seen.

When you stood in front of her, you spread her legs apart with your knee and grabbed her chin. You made her look at you, smiling mischievously at the way she was looking at you.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Someone's impatient, huh?" You laughed and started caressing her lower lip with your thumb, carefully inserting the same finger into her mouth. "Suck it." You ordered her.

The brunette began to suck your thumb, looking up at your eyes that hungrily gazed at her semi-naked body. "You're so hot like this. I don't think I could go without fucking you anymore. You know what to do." You pushed your finger deeper into her mouth, making her gag slightly. She listened to you and obediently turned around, settling on the mattress on her hands and knees.

You were glaring at her ass which was so pale that the slap on her soft ass left a red mark from your hand. You were constantly enjoying the way her body reacted to the slaps, which made you slap her ass several more times in a row. She just moaned desperately and her body twitched.

But you yourself were eager to fuck her. You could feel the heat hugging your cock after you had applied the lube on it. Your movements were more difficult at first precisely because of how such a tight hole Minju has. The sight was brutal. Her back was arched, her chest pushed out against the mattress, her ass lifted up against your body. The leash was tightened around your hand and you were making her neck arch back until you had lost all sense of what you were doing. You had begun to aggressively thrust your pelvis into her ass, loud slaps of your skin echoing through the hotel room. You could hear her breathing heavily, the bell around her neck ringing constantly.

"S..Sir.. please fuck me slower It h-hurts.." Minju tried to plead with you politely and respectfully, calling you names as if you were higher in the hierarchy than her, which you were. She was just a prostitute and nothing more. But that didn't stop you. It even gave you the motivation to bang her as if it was the last time in your life, making the girl scream loudly in the room. You decided to lean over her yourself, starting to moan against her ear, which you bit.

"Meow for me. Be my good obedient kitty. Isn't that why I pay you? Why don't you do your job like the slut you are? Do you want me to tell your boss what you're doing? If you don't want to get into trouble, listen to what I tell you and you will be rewarded in the end." You growled against her ear, grabbing her hair and starting to pull hard. You pressed her head into the mattress, enjoying the way she meowed for you.

"Fuck...! S..Sir ~ This is so g..good.. N..N..Nyangh ~" The girl was moaning and shaking, trying to somehow squeeze her thighs as if that would stop the feeling of being aggressively fucked like she was some kind of animal. "N..Nyanghhh ~ D..Don't stop fuckin' me like that! P..Please!"

The time passed imperceptibly, and you had already reached your orgasm. You came so much in her tight hole that your cum started to flow out of her anus. Minju looked back at you, expecting you to help her cum as well, but she was going to keep her hopes up because you had other plans for her. She was licking the back of her palm, rubbing it after that on her forehead and acting exactly like the kitty you wanted her to be for you.

Without saying anything you grabbed her leash again and made her walk like an animal on all fours to the small fridge in the corner of the room. You took out a bottle of milk from the fridge and took a deep bowl, placing it on the floor and crouched next to her body.

"This is your reward for the good girl you are for me. " You stroked her soft, long and thick hair and she looked at you smiling. As soon as you poured it into her bowl, you told her to start drink the 'milk' like a kitten, and she listened to you.

Minju bent down and licked the white liquid, widening her eyes and immediately pulled away. It was your sperm. You had made her drink your orgasm, which you had saved especially for this session.

It looked like she didn't want to drink your cum from the bowl, but you forced her down and shoved her face inside, Minju closing her eyes and squeezing her eyelids as she drank from the bowl. "Good girl." You spoke and grabbed her hair to keep it out of the way. "I want you to drink it all."