#moonbyul smut

[coldfanbou]

Manor: Acting

Trapped in an awkward position. Moonbyul has to quickly figure a way out.

Length 2.2K

Hwasa x Mreader x Moonbyul

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Moonbyul was trapped in an awkward position. She could easily explain the situation by telling Hwasa the entire story, which would blow her cover. "Well? Who do you think you are?" Hwasa asks again. As Hwasa stood there, cum streamed down her thigh: Moonbyul glanced down before her eyes returned to meet Hwasa's. She took another step forward toward the nude woman.

"I'm his lover and the best he's ever had. Why do you think he had me hired here?" Moonbyul responds. When Hwasa turns to face you, Moonbyul snakes her hands around the other woman's body—grabbing Hwasa's breast with one hand while the other rubs her slit. Hwasa's upper body jerks forward from the sudden pleasure, her ass pressing against Moonbyul. "Why don't I show you how much he loves me?" The older woman says as she finds Hwasa's clit and flicks it with her finger. Hwasa moans loudly, and her legs grow weak from the sudden influx of pleasure. She falls to her knees before your bed as Moonbyul sits beside you. She gives you a look before gently grasping your cock. She strokes it slowly, her hand sliding up and down your shaft as she leans in and kisses you.

"This is all I could think of," says Moonbyul. In her attempt not to reveal sensitive information, she decided to play the part of your lover. Hwasa climbs onto the bed and rests on the opposite side. Moonbyul begins toying with the tip of your cock, rubbing her thumb across it. You moan loudly, already sensitive from your earlier session with Hwasa; Moonbyul takes advantage, making it seem like she knows your body well. "That's it, baby; let me hear you moan." Moonbyul whispers loud enough for Hwasa to hear. You moan Moonbyul's name as your cock begins twitching in her hand. She stops her movements, holding onto your cock at its base. The older woman fixes her long hair behind her ear, holding it in place as she bends over and kisses the head of your cock. It's a long soft kiss; you can feel Moonbyul open her mouth just enough for the tip of her tongue to lick at your cock. 

You raise your hips, hoping to have her swallow more of your cock. Moonbyul follows along, allowing you to slide further into her mouth. Moonbyul uses her tongue well, having it lap at the sides of your cock while you gently nudge her head lower. Hwasa watched as the older woman reached your base. Moonbyul looked back at her and smirked. Having been on the edge for some time, you spew ropes of cum into Moonbyul's mouth. She struggles to drink it, some spilling from the corners of her mouth as more flows in. When you finally stop, Moonbyul lifts her head and takes a deep breath. She moans and laughs almost hysterically, "That's just what I needed, baby, but I think I need some somewhere else." 

Moonbyul kicks off her shoes and removes her uniform, leaving her naked. Her thin body was something to behold, though; Hwasa blocked your line of sight as the younger woman brought Moonbyul down onto the bed. Hwasa held Moonbyul by the arms and laid on top of her. Their cunts pressed against each other, "Master, why don't you fuck both of us. Whoever you cum in is the one you prefer." Initially confused at Hwasa's words, you quickly understood what was happening. So did Moonbyul, who was thankful; her acting managed to fool Hwasa. 

You position yourself behind Hwasa. Unsure who to fuck first, you rub your cock against both women's cunts. First, Hwasa and then Moonbyul, each woman moaning when they feel you rub against them. You press against Moonbyul's cunt, pushing your head in slowly. Her vaginal walls are slowly being forced apart as you move inward. Moonbyul tilts her head back and loudly moans. "Fuck, you're so big, baby." You feel her cunt stretch as you put the head in. She wrapped tightly around your cock as you pushed more inside. Moonbyul releases a guttural moan, and you do the same; Moonbyul was much tighter than the others. You struggled to keep from cumming at that moment, but you knew you had to hold on until you got to Hwasa. Finishing inside her would end the argument. You started thrusting in and out of Moonbyul; the older woman moaned with each movement as her walls split apart to make room for your cock. While you thrust, Moonbyul pulled Hwasa into a kiss. The act surprised the two of you, but Hwasa had to relent due to her forcefulness. With Hwasa lying on top, you got a nice look at her shapely bottom. You massaged it gently, hearing soft coos from Hwasa. You smacked her on the rear, making her yelp and break the kiss. 

"Not so rough, master," she said.

"Can you blame me for loving your nice ass so much?" You reply as you give it another smack. Hwasa quiets down after hearing your reason and returns to being kissed by Moonbyul. The older woman is trying to stifle her moans as your cock buries itself inside her. You feel Moonbyul's walls tighten around your cock, and her wails tell you she just came. Her body shakes as she goes through her orgasm. On the verge of cumming, you quickly switch to Hwasa's pussy, slamming your cock in and thrusting like a machine. Hwasa willingly kisses Moonbyul now, the pleasure being enough to have her not care who it is. You held onto Hwasa's ass, digging your fingers into the soft flesh as you started cumming. Thrusting in and out while you came, Hwasa felt you spread your cum around her cunt. Her moans were loud as she climaxed; no doubt, she was also sensitive from before. With both women satisfied, you landed on Hwasa before rolling off the pile. 

Hwasa kissed the tired Moonbyul, "I told you I was better." She huffs between deep breaths. Hwasa gets off the older woman and lies on your chest for a second. "I'm so glad we know who you really love, Master." She runs her fingertip across your chest for a while. "I should probably get going. Taeyeon's going to be wondering where I am again. Can we go on a date sometime? I want to go out, Master." You nod your head, too tired to think; you barely hear what Hwasa’s saying.

"Really!? Thank you!" Hwasa says excitedly; it's the first time you've seen her so excited. "I've got to go. I need to work hard enough to get more days off." Hwasa hurries into her uniform and gets out the door. 

Now alone with Moonbyul, you check on her. "Are you alright?"

"I mean, this is the first time I got fucked on the job, so…you know it's been a day."

"At least she doesn't suspect anything." 

"Yeah, I guess. I forgot what I came in here to tell you;  I'll have to remember it later." Moonbyul shakes her head, trying to recall whatever it was she wanted to tell you. "Here, let me clean you up." She says as she grabs your cock.

"I thought you didn't want to do this kind of thing, considering how you reacted when you found Tzuyu and me," You tease.

"Shut it. I don't want to hear another word from you." Moonbyul kisses the head of your cock before swallowing and deepthroating you. You groan, feeling her tongue work the sides of your shaft as she eats all the cum around your cock. Moonbyul audibly moans as she bobs her head. She cups your balls and plays with them as she finishes cleaning you. She pops your cock out quickly, "There, all clean for my master." Moonbyul takes a deep breath, "I'm going to get back to work. I'll tell you when I remember what information I had."  

When Moonbyul leaves the room, you rest on your bed, absolutely spent from a day full of sex. Not wanting to shower, you lay in bed and fall asleep.

The following day you wake up around noon. Still sleepy, you leave your room and notice someone stepping out of your parent's room. Rubbing your eyes and looking again, you see it's Chuu. "Hey! Chuu! What were you doing in there?" You yell from across the hall. You see Chuu freeze up as you walk toward her. She turns around slowly with a blank expression on her face. 

"What do you mean, young master? I was just stepping out of the closet." Chuu says, pointing at a door. A big smile shines on her face as she stares at you.

"No, I'm pretty sure you stepped out of my parent's room."

"No- I, uh, didn't. You must've seen wrong." She says as she hides her hands behind her back. "Young Master, I know I shouldn't say this, but you should take a shower. You smell a little." 

"Just tell me why you were in there." 

"I- Taeyeon told me to get some supplies." 

"You're not carrying anything." You point out to her. Your conversation is interrupted as Nayeon yells something from behind you. You turn around to look at Nayeon before returning to see Chuu scurrying off.

"Fuck, that was my chance." You say to yourself. 

"Hey, do you have- wow, you smell," Nayeon says, your scent apparently being so strong that it took center focus.

"So I've heard. I was going to take a shower."

"So was I. Why don't we take one together?" Nayeon suggests.

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we used to do it all the time." 

"I don't think it's the best idea." Nayeon grabs your hand and begins to drag you to her room despite your protest. 

"You need a shower; I need a shower. It's fine." Nayeon dragged you into her room and slammed the door shut before taking you into her shower. Still fully clothed, she turns on the water. 

"Why couldn't you let me take off my clothes?" You ask as you run your hands through your hair.

"If I let go of you, you would have left. Now you have to stay." She had you there; getting out now that your clothes were drenched would be stupid. Nayeon struggles to remove her shirt, which now clings to her skin. You notice her nipples poke through the light blue fabric. "Some help?" She says as the shirt gets caught on her head. You help Nayeon out, taking her shirt off for her. Her small brown nipples take your attention momentarily before you pry your eyes away. Nayeon helps you out of your clothes, leaving you both naked. While you're embarrassed at the fact Nayeon seems happy about it. "See, isn't this nice? I showered with all my friends in college like this." 

"Oh, did you know?" You respond, keeping your back to Nayeon.

"Yeah, we were really comfortable with it. Here let me help you with your back." You feel Nayeon start to scrub your back slowly. She pays close attention, making sure that she does a good job. You turn your head to look at her and see how serious she is. Without thinking, you turn around to face her. She looks up at you, her rosy cheeks on full display as steam rises around you. Something seems to come over you both as you step toward each other, eventually embracing in a hug. It's a nice moment ruined by your body's inability to control itself and growing hard. Your cock presses against her stomach; Nayeon looks down to see it prodding her. She blushes and hesitantly takes it in her hand. "I- should I clean it?" Nayeon says with the utmost innocence. 

"No, Nayeon. It's fine. I'm sorry."

"No, no. It's fine; I'm actually…I feel good knowing you got hard because of me." Nayeon says as she starts to stroke your cock. You groan because of her, "I'm sorry I don't have big tits to clean your cock with." She says with a laugh. You can't help but laugh along with her. 

"Was that supposed to be a joke?"

Nayeon lets out two huffs, "I tried, okay? At least give me that." You both laugh for a moment as Nayeon soaps up her hands and continues to jerk you off. You let your hand go down to Nayeon's pussy. "I guess I should help you too." You say as you push your fingers past Nayeon's folds and into her cunt. She moans softly as she rests her body against yours, her hard nipples rubbing against your chest. Nayeon continues to look at you while you both play with the other. The look in Nayeon's eyes holds desire; you lean down and meet her lips. She welcomes the kiss, speeding up her strokes as you push deeper into her.

Moans fill the shower; Nayeon feels your cock twitch in her hands. "Are you going to cum?" 

"Yeah…"

"It’s okay; you can cum." Once you hear those words, you let yourself climax and cum onto Nayeon's hands. You don't let yourself be the only one to feel good; finding Nayeon's clit you drive her toward her orgasm. She cries out in pleasure as she climaxes, and you both end up falling onto the shower floor. Nayeon adjusts herself to sit in front of you, her back pressing against your chest. "Sooo…" 

"Sooo…" You repeat.

"I-" Nayeon shakes her head. "We can talk about that later. Why don't we finish up here?" The two of you finish your shower, an awkward air around you, but at the same time, you both feel happy with the results.

[misswoozi]

NSFW LINES!

Anal Princess Line: Umji, Mina, Sooyoung, Chaeryeong, Sowon

Occasional Anal Line: Solji, Irene, Rosé, Jihyo MILF Line: Seohyun, Tiffany, Jihyo, Bom, Solar MILF Hunter Line: Yuta, Jooheon, Ryujin, Seulgi, Momo, Shownu, Moonbyul DILF Line:  Suho, Changsub, Onew, Shownu, Sungjin, Kun, Minho DILF Hunter Line: Sunny, Hani, Yuju, Sana, Lia, Wonho, Hoshi Lesbian Line: Seulgi, Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung, Yuri, Seohyun, Ryujin, Moonbyul, Jisoo Gay Line: Taeyong, Hongjoong, Jongho, Sehun, Jimin, Jun, Haechan, Kyungsoo Huge Dick Line: Seungkwan, Soobin, Johnny, Jaehyun, Lucas, Jae Oral Fixation Line: Lisa, Matthew, Jungwoo, Momo Daddy Kink Line: Young K, Changkyun, Suho, Kun, Seulgi, Dahyun Men Get Pegged Line: Dokyeom, Soobin, Xiaojun, Lucas, Jongdae Squirter Line: Yeri, Moonbyul, Tzuyu, Mina, Solar, Nayeon Camboy Line: Jae, Dino, Yeonjun, Changkyun, Hoshi, Dokyeom, Jungkook Somnophilia Line: Seungkwan, Xiaojun, Sooyoung, Tzuyu Voyeur Line: Sooyoung, SinB, Joshua, Xiaojun, Nayeon Likes Being Watched Line: Chanyeol, Solar, Chungha, Hoseok, Taeyeon, Woozi Scenic Masturbation Line: Seungcheol, Jihyo, Taehyung, Johnny, Lucas, Kyungsoo

[cheesygroove]

Let's play rock paper scissors all night It's fine, I'll let you win

moonbyul x fem!reader — contains smut; overall pwp. sub!mb. overestimulation. no other cws. 380 words. minors dni.

The straps of Byulyi's outfit are neatly tied at her abs with a delicate lace just over her belly button. Your hand is under its thin fabric, feeling it tightening and loosening over your fingers as her breathing rhythm stays ragged. It poses a weak resemblance to how her inner walls once clenched on your digits — what's left of that now sticks to her stomach, on a trail that accuses you of contouring Byulyi's ab muscles with her own juices.

Her unintelligent and whispery requests bring a smile to your lips. On a usual day, Byulyi has a way with words, unless under your spell. 

"Any trouble with saying something, huh? What you wanna tell me, babe?"

Instead of speaking, she simply holds your hand and slides it down to the place that just got the most attention from you. Your fingers merely ghost past her folds — enough to elicit a shy moan from the rapper's mouth. 

Even the slightest increase in pressure against her vulva seems too much at this point. Her face contorts, but the sounds she makes are from pleasure. "Cute," you whisper, moving closer to her core, making sure that your warm breath is felt against it, "so sensitive because of me."

Two digits slip into her without a hint of friction, and Byulyi has no time to think before your tongue joins in stimulating her clit. Even though she seems like in a dazed state, her hip movements meet your thrusts halfway. Eyes widened, mouth agape with no sound coming out of it — until a loud ah is let out accompanied by a flood that soaks your palm. 

You gasp against her intimacy, mouth letting her personally know just how much you appreciate her efforts. Because Byulyi has earned it, you allow her to ride out the remaining climax with a tender passing of your tongue throughout her labia and clit, sweetly devouring every drip she gives you.

Upon getting up, the vision escalates from her abs, which contract and relax as Byulyi gasps for air, to her head that faces up, eyes lost in the ceiling. While not knowing that you're looking, she mouths an I love you and smiles lopsidedly.

You mouth it back, knowing she won't see it either.  

a/n: I'm terribly rusty, but I wanted to read/write sub!byul for a while. hope you enjoyed. xx

[emeraldelysian]

Moon Byulyi ✧ A Fine Taste

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Pairing: Moon Byulyi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: With the late and disheveled arrival of your date, you are easily unimpressed by his demeanor and language. However, his lack of presence allowed you to engage in a flirtation with a woman across the bar- leading to heavenly wonders in the bar bathroom.

Wordcount: 2.6K+

Warnings: Brian’s lowkey homophobic, all my homies hate Brian; Reader has F. Anatomy; Bathroom Sex; Eating Out; Fingering; Praise Kink; Exhibitionist; Cum Eating

Note: This is honestly one of the best things I’ve ever written; Moonbyul is so hot in this and I don’t know if y’all will survive.

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

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“Sorry I'm late,” he says. 

As he briskly removes his jacket and shakes the rain from his hair, droplets fling onto the white tablecloth. A few land in the half-empty breadbasket, the contents of which are no longer steaming as they had been when the waiter first brought it to the table. 

“I’m Brian,” he says, extending his hand to you.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the gesture—a bit too proper for someone who couldn’t even be bothered to account for the weather in rush hour traffic. Not to mention that he was interrupting wherever the night had been headed with the beautiful stranger at the bar, the one you had been eye-fucking the whole time you’d been waiting for him.

You shake Brian’s outreached hand anyway, hoping he doesn’t mistake the flush in your cheeks and cold sweat on your palms as a side effect of his presence.

“Y/N,” you say. For one horrific moment when he hesitates, you suspect he might bring your fingers to his lips, oblivious to your annoyance. Much to your relief, he releases his grip and narrows his eyes at the open bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket between you both instead.

His brow arches. “Oh,” he says, frowning at the centerpiece, digging his wallet out of his pocket. “I see you’ve helped yourself. Not too expensive for a first date, I hope?”

It’s not just his words, but the screech of the chair and the stench of cheap cologne that makes you wrinkle your nose.

You don’t miss the way the brunette’s attention keeps drifting back to your table, her gaze flickering between you and your intruder.

You stifle a laugh. You weren’t invested in being set up with her mother’s colleague's son. But you do find it a little funny, now that he’s finally here, that he’s intruding on his own date.

Your admirer is clearly still interested, setting her sights now on your bare legs. Sucking in a breath, you steel yourself before crossing your knees. Your fingers twitch, but you fight the instinct to stop your skirt from rising to the side where the slit reveals your thigh.

“You’re in the clear,” You say, doing nothing to hide the sarcasm dripping from your tone. “It was a gift.”

His unkempt brows disappear behind his fringe. “Someone you know?”

Not yet. 

“Nope,” you reply, folding your arms, pointer finger tapping against your bicep.

He waits for you to elaborate.

Cocking your head to the side, you opt for playing dumb instead.

“Well, I guess we owe our mysterious onlooker a thank you,” he remarks after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

“My,” You correct.

His lips press together in a tight line. “What?”

“You were nowhere to be found,” you remind him. “So she is my mysterious onlooker, no?”

His pupils dilate, jaw unclenching. “She?”

You stiffen and nod, loathing how much you can anticipate his next response.

“Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you counter, sighing at his baffled expression, “I’m not only into men.”

It takes a few seconds for your words to sink in and then, “Oh!” His face brightens, morphing into one of delight, as he glances around the restaurant, like a dog sniffing out his new favorite toy.

“Would you-”

“I need to use the ladies' room,” you snap, cutting off what was sure to be another request for a threesome from a straight man.

It’s not that you have anything against them- threesomes, or straight men in general. But you certainly won’t be entertaining anything with this one anytime soon, alone or with a partner.

Brian’s mouth opens and closes like a gaping fish washed up on the shore. You might have thought he was mildly handsome under different circumstances, but with the mere 5 minutes of his initial presentation, you were already tired of interacting with him.

You straighten your spine and walk tall away from your table. Your neck tingles as you pass the brunette woman, who is still nursing the same glass of whiskey, and her entourage. The sting of her eyes tracking your trajectory prickles every inch of your exposed skin.

You hasten into the bathroom and blow out a deep breath once inside. You blink at your reflection, fixing your appearance. Your palms linger, caressing and squeezing, imagining another pair of hands covering your own.

You could leave if you wanted. Just scrawl your number on a paper towel for your new crush and then sneak out the back. Then start a nice warm bath once back in your apartment, teasing yourself with your favorite vibrator. Dragging out your orgasm until you cum, fantasizing about those sunlit locks tangled through your fingers and soft rose kisses between your thighs. 

Your mother would be livid for ditching Brian, making it all the more tempting. 

With a sigh, you run the cold water into the sink, but just as you’re about to splash your flushed face, the door swings open, startling you. You glance up at the door through the mirror, the coffee-eyed beauty in holding eye contact with you as the door clicks shut behind her.

“Hello,” she says, calm and sweet with a soft hum of approval as her gaze lowers a fraction and your nipples harden beneath her stare.

Momentarily forgetting how to speak, your mouth snaps shut. The other woman’s lips curl into a soft grin, closing the distance to lean around you and turn off the faucet. 

“I’m Moon Byulyi, but you can call me Moonbyul,” she says, resting her hip against the counter, tugging her brown locks to one side to expose her neck, and angling her body towards you in the process. Your breath hitches, as you imagine running your fingers down Moonbyul’s clavicle.

You swallow. “Hi,” you say. Moonbyul arches a brow with such precision that you’re convinced she must have practiced that look at least a dozen times before. You clear your throat before adding, “I’m Y/N.”

“Hi, Y/N,” she murmurs, as a lover might from between the sheets. “It’s nice to meet you.” She doesn’t reach out to take her hand. Instead, she seems to be waiting for your next move. 

You wipe your palms on your dress, before wriggling them together. “You have a fine taste,” you murmur and immediately regret it. Moonbyul’s eyes light up, teeth sinking into her ruby-painted lip to stifle her laughter. “-in wine!” You finish quickly, blood rushing to your cheeks again. 

There’s a startling contrast between how controlled you are when men fawn over you, to how quickly you are reduced to a pool of mush when you’re caught in the sights of a pretty lady. Moonbyul licks her lips and all at once, the only thing you can focus on is how her mouth looks as inviting and red and sweet as the wine poured into your glass, empty and abandoned at the table.

Along with your date. 

There must be something in your expression that’s easy to read, because the next thing Moonbyul says is, “How long before you need to get back?”

You could tell her that you’re already planning an escape route, maybe even invite Moonbyul to come home with you. But the low huskiness of Moonbyul’s voice and the flash of danger in her eyes spark your curiosity past the point of no return. How far would you be willing to go here?

Your heart quickens, as you lift your chin and muster up the courage to say, “However long it takes.” 

Moonbyul’s eyes widen a fraction, apparently taken aback by this sudden forwardness. You wonder if you’ve made an awful mistake. 

You aren’t left wondering for long.

Time speeds up. One moment your feet are steady on the floor and the next your backside is pressed up against the sink while ridiculously soft fingers roam your torso, reaching upwards to trace your jaw, asking for permission. You release a shuddering breath and words escape you, before you’re frantically nodding into the kiss, hands skimming up Moonbyul’s silk blouse to knead her warm flesh.

You swallow Moonbyul’s moan as she moves to ruck up your navy dress. “Can I-”

“If you don’t, I will,” you admit.

Moonbyul beams at you and she melts into a puddle under your touch. “Up,” she commands and then adds, teasingly, “I want to see how fine my taste is.”

You bury your face in Moonbyul’s neck, sucking a mark onto her pulse point and nipping at her shoulder before obeying, hopping up onto the counter. A strangled gasp leaves your mouth when your bare skin hits the cool metal. 

Moonbyul shushes you, a gentle, “I got you,” passing her lips, breath tickling her chin.

Your stomach swoops as Moonbyul glides between your legs. She tugs the dip of your dress down like she’s unwrapping a present and swirls her tongue around your nipple like it’s her favorite flavor of ice cream.

You hiss at the sudden scrape of her teeth. “Wait-”

Moonbyul stills, instantly pulling back to check you over. “What’s wrong?”

“The door-” you pant. “Is it locked?”

Moonbyul’s smile is predatory. “Maybe,” she hedges, “if you want it to be.” Her lips brush against your ear. “But isn’t it hotter, not knowing if that inconsiderate boyfriend of yours will come barreling through here only to find my tongue buried deep in your cunt?”

Your moan is feral and yeah, maybe you should explain that Brian is most definitely not your boyfriend, but you’re not going to ruin this moment.

Your eyes meet again, mouth tumbling after. Moonbyul’s determination rolls off of her in waves, searching every inch of your skin, latching onto whatever sensitive flesh will make you shudder and gasp. Moonbyul rolls one of your nipples between her forefinger and thumb, sucking the other into her mouth with kitten licks and nips.

“You’re not playing fair,” you mutter, as Moonbyul draws her lips away with a pop, rewarding you with a seductive smirk.

“I don’t like rules.” The confession rolls off her tongue like it’s the world’s dirtiest secret. “But I do like keeping track of the ones I break.”

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you groan while arching her back as Moonbyul slides your soaked lace panties down your legs and stuffs them into her purse.

“I’ll make up for it later,” she promises, the implication alone sending a thrill up your spine. Moonbyul sinks down to the floor. “Spread your legs for me, love.” 

Your head drops back and hits the mirror at the words. The ghost of a kiss finds the inside of your knee. 

“That’s it,” Moonbyul cues. Her praise does wonders to your body, sending a shiver straight to your clit. You briefly wonder if this is the work of some benevolent goddess, given that you were praying for this exact scenario not five minutes earlier.

You’ll worry about which religion to convert to later.

You look down just in time to catch Moonbyul in the act of sliding two fingers past her lips, sucking and coating them in spit. It’s probably not necessary, given that you’re practically vibrating with arousal, but Moonbyul makes a show of it and she’s such a pretty picture like this. 

Hell, you’re not going to stop her.

Moonbyul’s smile is coy when she catches you ogling her like she knows all the filthy thoughts running through your mind.

“Relax,” she says between quick breaths as she presses in closer. You grip Moonbyul’s free hand. Moonbyul flips it over lacing your fingers together, causing your heart to halt and stutter against her. “We’re both going to enjoy this.”

Moonbyul’s nose brushes up against your clit, breathing you in and sending small puffs of air over your center. Then, she pauses, leaving you wanting for a moment. She waits right up until you begin to squirm until a soft please leaves your lips. And then, as if that’s what she was waiting for, one long finger slips inside you with ease, the familiar pressure causing your eyes to roll back. 

It’s been too long since anyone has done this for you.

Moonbyul presses a chaste kiss to your clit before diving her tongue between your folds, humming and vibrating against you. You are up the wall with need, each new sensation igniting a white fire in your veins. She explores your cunt just like she explored the rest of you, thoroughly mapping your entire body with her mouth and tongue, and fingers. 

Moonbyul drags this out until you are dripping and pleading for her to return her attention to that bundle of nerves, before sliding another finger inside, curling at the knuckles, and playing your pleasure spot like a piano key. She learns fast, discovering where to apply more pressure each time you let out the most embarrassing noises, and exactly how much it takes to make you sing. Your toes curl as Moonbyul finds that sweet spot again and again.

“Hush,” Moonbyul murmurs from above your clit, causing you to jerk against Moonbyul’s mouth. “You don’t want anyone bursting in here to check on us now, do you?” You involuntarily clench down on her fingers and you feel Moonbyul’s smirk sweep across your inner thigh. “Or perhaps you do, naughty girl.”

With those words echoing in your mind, your orgasm builds inside you. Every thrust of Moonbyul’s fingers and every twist of her tongue brings you closer to release.

You thread your fingers through Moonbyul’s hair as delicately you can manage, but when they tighten and tug in spite of your care, Moonbyul’s movements grow more eager. She rolls her tongue harder against your clit, crooking her knuckles deeper.

There’s a sharp knock on the door and you gasp; the jump sends you right over the edge. You tighten and snap, riding out your orgasm on Moonbyul’s face, biting your fist to muffle your screams. Your vision whites out and your legs shake. Moonbyul slows her pace, gently licking around your folds as you come down from your high.

The deep voices behind the door grow louder and more urgent. You nearly panic but Moonbyul takes care of it. She pulls away far enough to shout, “Just give us a minute, we’re dealing with some girly issues if you catch my drift.”

You might have laughed if she weren’t so exhausted.

Once the footsteps fade away, Moonbyul rests her head against your thigh, looking through her lashes. “You good?” she asks softly.

You nod and smile back at her, standing to help Moonbyul fix her suit. You think about asking for your panties back but decide it would be better to save it as an excuse to see Moonbyul again.

You hop down and reach for Moonbyul’s hand, stilling yourself. “Will I be able to return the favor?”

Moonbyul cocks her head, licking the taste of you from the seam of her lips. You try not to, but you can’t help the shiver that travels up your spine at the sight. 

“Is that your way of asking for my number?” Moonbyul asks, coy.

Hesitating only a moment, you reply, “Actually I was asking if you’d like to come home with me.”

Moonbyul's smooth brow creases, eyes widening. “That’s rather bold of you.”

You bite your cheek to keep from snorting. “Not nearly as bold as fucking another person’s date on a public bathroom counter.”

“That’s fair.” She hums. “You’re going to break that poor boy’s heart, you know.”

Your nose wrinkles. “Doubtful, we’d only just met.”

“So did we,” Moonbyul counters.

You lean forward, lacing your fingers with hers. “And do I have the power to break your heart, Byulie?”

Moonbyul catches her grin between her teeth. 

“I think I’d like to find out, love.”

[purecantarella]

Settle the Score

day 7 yall and this one is significantly shorter since i had a couple meetings today that drew on longer than i thought they would HAHAHA but i still didn't want to disappoint so here we are!! i hope you all enjoy this one 😁 moon byuli x reader x ahn hwasa disclaimer/s : not as explicit but has suggestive content, minors i suggest finding some flufflier or angstier content

Moonbyul and Hwasa often butt heads and compete over the tiniest things. While some arguments were bigger than others, the two rappers would always come together in the end. This one though…short to say it was a civil war between the two since the day the found out you’d hooked up with both of them in different periods of their lives.

You’d met Moonbyul shortly after their debut and were immediately taken by her charms and wit, with a few dates under her belt she took you to bed in a night of intense passion. But upon finding out that you would be working with her in the same company, you broke off the budding relationship without much of an explanation. Much to Byul’s dismay.

As for Hwasa, you two met and hooked up by chance while she and Wheein snuck out during their training years at a club. You were both drunk and sloppily fucked in the bathroom, returning to your apartment only to wake up alone the next day.

It took them both by surprise when they saw you preparing their make-up for a music video shooting. You on the other hand tried to remain professional, unaware of the spark you lit between them.

It was all passive at first, until one day push came to shove and they wanted to know which of them you enjoyed the most.

Taking advantage of Wheein and Solar having their unit videos being shot for their promotions, both rappers corner you in the secluded dressing room.

“Come on, Y/n…It’s all just a bit of fun…” Moonbyul husks in your ear from behind you while Hwasa lingers beside you, her dark eyes already raking over you like a piece of meat. You shudder under both their fierce and fevering gazes.

You laugh nervously as Moonbyul trails your arm up and down with her on-stage swagger only adding to the temptation. “Yeah, no one’s going to get hurt. We just want you to settle a little dispute we have going on.” Hwasa adds before her signature sinful smirk pulls at her lips, “But if memory serves me right, you loooove getting hurt.”

Moonbyul feels a rush of jealously when Hwasa says that, the youngest’s lips already pressing against the apex of your jaw. Your head tilting to the side to give her more room to offer you ecstasy. The oldest unrelenting takes you by the waist, grinding her front into your ass and rubbing your sensitive skin as she did. “Byul, Hyejin…” You whimper as their persistence never wore out.

Both their low and sultry voices ushering you with calming words made you break to their demands. You turn to face the oldest of the two, catching her off guard, wrapping a hand around her neck. A hot flush coating your cheeks, “If it’s to settle you both…”

Moonbyul’s lips are quick to take yours in a loving yet rough manner while Hwasa took the opportunity to strip you of your clothing, leaving your body at their mercy. Both their eyes hungrily take in your figure, excitement and arousal filling all three of you.

Moonbyul takes a step away from you to nudge at an equally dazed Hwasa. “What’s all this fighting for? I think I’d be satisfied just hearing Y/n’s glorious voice again…” She pauses to look at a smirking Hwasa. “How about we focus on giving this gorgeous woman the best time of her life.”

You gulp thickly as you watch helplessly adjust their positions, the youngest sliding behind you, her hands kneading your ass like dough, and the eldest kneeling in before you, tongue poking out hungrily. Hwasa’s lips are on the shell of your ear again as you moan softly, her movements turning rougher and rougher as the seconds pass. “I couldn’t agree more.” Her hands slither from your bottom to your tits, taking special care of your nipples as she did. Your head falls onto her shoulder as she does.

Moonbyul smirks at your spaced out expression, “To hell with settling the score then.”

With that, she dives into your center, with Hwasa muttering the dirtiest things into your ear as Moonbyul took her sweet time lapping up your center. You cry out, gripping both their heads, silently begging for more.

Short to say, they’re schedule was delayed by at least an hour, much to the dismay of the company but to your pleasure.  

a little shorter than i would have liked but i am writing this rather rushed this time 🥹 i'll do better tomorrow everyone ))): in any case, i love you all so, so much!! i hope you're all keeping safe and i will see you all tomorrow!! - r

[byul2da]

2 a.m

rated r | smut

moonbyul x f!reader

"fuck," you mutter under your breath.

"be quiet baby," she replies, giving you a smirk.

moonbyul decided to crash in at wheein's place while hers is being renovated. it's a good idea, she'll save some cash and wheein doesn't mind the company.

what's not a good idea was bringing you, her backup dancer and secret girlfriend, to this place as well.

an even worse idea is going into bed in her guest room together with all of your clothes on the floor.

the worst idea of all is moonbyul not moving an inch from between your thigh. you can feel her breath on your most sensitive area, hot and heavy.

wheein was not supposed to be home. her schedule says everything should wrap up by at least 4 in the morning.

"unnie, are you home?" wheein shouted from the living room. you can hear her flopping herself on the sofa.

you didn't know what to do, moonbyul is still in between your thigh.

"wheein! you're home early," moonbyul replies. she looks at you in the eye and licks. you place your hands over your mouth trying you best to stay quiet.

"they had to stop because of the rain," the sound of rustling plastic bags fills the house, "i bought food! come eat while its hot!"

moonbyul dives her head into you, her tongue sliding from the left side of your wall to the right, trailing little kisses in between. your eyes roll to the back of your head over how good it feels. she makes her way to your clit, sucking on it.

"fuck," you pant, "fuck moonbyul fuck fuck fuck," she glides her index finger in you, her lips still not parting away from where it is.

"unnie! you don't want to eat?" wheein asks again.

she brings her head up, looking at you in the eyes with that sly greasy smile of hers, "it's fine, i already ate."

oh, this woma- oh shit shit shit

she sticks another finger in you while continuing to eat you up. her tongue makes its way into you as well while not missing a pace from her fingering works. she goes in and out slowly, then picks up the pace, then slow again, then working her way faster.

you accidentally moan. moonbyul looks up and cups her other hand over your mouth. her other hand is still doing its job, faster even.

"i'm gonna- i'm- gonna-," you whisper under her hand.

moonbyul stops fingers still in you as she looks right into your pleading eyes, "say please."

"please moonbyul, i'm begging," you whimper.

you can still see her satisfied smile under the dim light.

she moves her fingering again, this time faster. harder.

"a- ah," you moan the slowest moan you can. your legs still shaking from the impact.

moonbyul gets up, walking towards the bedroom door.

"by the way, someone is staying over i hope you don't mind," she wipes her fingers with the tissues she found on the bedside table.

"i know," wheein replies, her eyes still glued to the tv screen.

[byulsgayfever]

It's official.

Smut fanfic with and about Moonbyul is my Roman Empire.

I'm not going to hell. I'm running to horny jail.

FYI: A year ago, I was still labeling myself as straight. What on earth.

[hotlink907]

What do you think Mamamoo's opinions on edging are?

Edging is another one of my favorites kinks actually! I've written quite a few stories about it, but not too many Mamamoo ones. Hardly any Mamamoo actually.

Solar: Loves it! Both giving and receiving. Solar is a wild time in bed, and for her, edging lets her extend the fun. She loves winding her partner up and getting them really needy and whiny. Of course, she always lets them have a massive orgasm at the end. The edging is the way to get there! She also likes receiving it. She's not too whiny--she's got good control over herself, so if you get her to break, it's a big deal!

Moonbyul: Moonbyul is experienced but oh so caring and kind. She knows what edging is and she's really good at it, but she's not sure she wants to do it to you. If you can convince her that you want it though... then you better watch it. Because she knows you so well, and her hands are like magic. She'll have you begging in no time.

Wheein: Wheein isn't really into doing it, but she loves having it done to her. She's like putty in your hands, and it doesn't take much to break her demeanor and really get her whining for your touch. She loves feeling how much she wants you.

Hwasa: Oh, you're in trouble with Hwasa. The queen of edging. She won't even let you know she's going to do it--one second you'll be on the brink of orgasm, and the next second, you'll be begging her to keep going. She can tell how close you are just by the look on your face, and she's so good at reading your body. For her, it's like a game. She's not necessarily cruel (unless you want her to be!), but she loves showing you how much control she can have when she wants.

[byulsgrease]

intercepted

(spy!au moonbyul x afab reader, ~1k words, from this req)

content: fingering, ruined orgasm but not intentionally so

“Why do you always get to drive?” pointedly moving your head to face the side of hers, shifting your body to dig your left shoulder into the back of your seat. Some stakeout you’re having tonight— you’ve been watching an unmoving hotel room door for hours now. Your limbs ache from the stillness but you’re prohibited from exiting the vehicle. Pretty basic principle in the whole “not blowing cover” situation.

“Because you’re a shit driver, that’s why,” Byulyi states with a laugh. “You’re the better shot, anyway.”

“Uh huh, and when was the last time we had a high speed chase?”

“Last week,” she deadpans.

“Exactly! I’m dying of boredom over here.” Your body teems with pent up energy, even though it’s well past midnight. You’d kill to stretch your legs. Almost enough to wish that your target would just flee on foot so you’d have the chance to run and chase her. But that would require a lot more lung capacity than you currently possess (or are willing to expend).

Your eyes continue to roam over your companion in the drivers seat. She sits upright with one hand on the wheel, impatiently fidgeting her thumb as she flits it over the dark pleather. You must let out quite the sigh because she lets out a humored rapid puff of air from her nose.

“What’re you looking at?” she poses cooly, maintaining her eye contact with the hotel door through the windshield.

“Anything but that damn door.” You can’t help but notice how her eyes flutter shut briefly, the subtle shake of her head as she laughs and rests her head in her hand, elbow of her left arm now propped up haphazardly against the drivers-side window.

“What to do with you…?” she trails off rhetorically. You dart your eyes back to the door for a split second before planting your hands on the middle console to lean over and kiss her on the cheek.

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The first time you recall actually giving voice to any of this was your 4th time working together. Or maybe 5th. After so many it’s quite a drag to remember them all. But you remember the assignment, simple observation of a high profile socialite at an event they hosted.

Actually, the venue stuck out in your mind more than anything else. Lots of glass, crystal, and shiny decor far beyond anything you’d been accustomed to seeing. You’d dressed your best and so did Byulyi, standing near each other having what was supposed to look like a casual conversation on the job.

“Why do you think we always get assigned to these things together?” she asked with a lilt in her voice.

“Maybe ‘cause the higher-ups can’t deal with our unresolved tension?” you posed in a manner far too casual, cut short by your target having moved a little too close for comfort. You turned on your heel and walked swiftly in the opposite direction, suit jacket flaring out behind you in a flourish. An hor d'oeuvre sounded perfect right about now.

Byulyi realized why you moved, but remained frozen in place, stunned. “Wha— our what?” she hissed in a loud whisper as she started off after you.

You continued in your detailed observation once you stopped moving, laying out a mental map of the target as she moved around the room. Hostess duties. It would’ve been mesmerizing, her brilliant gown shimmering under the light cast from the chandelier— had you not been on assignment. But it made for a pleasant scene. You’d seen much worse.

“Tension? I’m not tense. If anything you make me tense,” Byulyi stressed quickly, jabbing a finger into the pointed shoulder of your suit jacket. You caught her drift without skipping a beat, staring straight ahead.

“Mm. But I think we know by now that you work better under pressure. So maybe the bosses are just looking out for you,” trailing off as you took a bite. “Also, I can tell you’re bluffing. So quit it,” swiping sauce with your knuckle from the corner of your smirking mouth. You met her panicked gaze with smug satisfaction and the slightest shake of your head. Any chance to poke fun at her helped these assignments feel marginally less boring.

She could berate you for this later, you both had a job to do. Although she didn’t understand how you devoted your energy to detailed observation while chewing that unceremoniously on whatever you were eating. She always got too antsy on assignment to eat, but would have subsequent lapses in judgement during high-stress situations, so you had to remind her to eat on duty regardless.

Of course, that didn’t stop Byulyi’s mind from wandering a little. She wondered if she was even allowed to catch feelings for someone who’s saved her ass more than once. Wouldn’t anyone have at least a tiny crush if their life was indebted to someone else? Encapsulated in totality by sheer admiration. She mostly put that aside for work, worried about the optics of being with a superior.

She was turning it over in her head for the tenth time when you cut in.

“Mm, I make you tense?” you questioned with your mouth half-full.

Alcohol? Byulyi thought to herself. Despite the many staff walking around with flutes of champagne on platters and an open bar, there was no way— she had been with you all night. She gave a subtle nod, wanting you to continue.

“But why?” you stressed more clearly, having finished whatever tiny bite of food you had plucked off the tray of a nearby staff.

Byulyi suddenly found it wildly difficult to meet your gaze. What was she supposed to do, admit it? You pivoted on your foot with confidence to face her, bending slightly at the knees to catch her downward gaze in yours. Stepping in closer, you pinched the lapel of her blazer, trailing a hand up the flap, stopping just around her heart. No need for spoken words to joke about her heartbeat as it pounded through her shirt against your knuckles.

“Scared?” you chuckled. “You really are tense, that’s for sure. We’ll have to work on that.”

“Mm… mhm,” Byulyi hummed affirmatively, words caught in her throat. To anyone else looking on, you may as well have been a couple sharing a moment in the ornate hall.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just me, you know?”

She may as well have stopped breathing.

You found it endearing, elbows locked at her sides as to not envelop you in her embrace. Even having closed the distance in a breathless kiss, doing this, she managed to continually be so awkwardly uptight. Your fist involuntarily tightened against the lapel of her jacket, mentally patting yourself on the back when she gasped into your lips. You deepened the kiss automatically like a reflex, delicately bringing your fingers up to her cheek, feeling the heat build under her skin. All she did was take a hand to the curve of your waist before your mind began thinking about her hands being put to use in other ways. Never mind that she was a rookie on the job, but you could mentor her in more ways than one.

Chastising yourself for getting mildly worked up, you pulled away with whatever ounce of composure you had to spare. Byulyi’s face morphed from surprise to a dopey grin, smiling with her lips before they parted to show her teeth.

“What?” you deadpanned, playful sarcasm thick in your voice as you flattened out the creases from your shirt.

In one swift motion her fingers hooked around the back of your neck to bring her face back to yours. Finally, you thought. She learned something about the element of surprise. Although not necessarily in the context you expected. You made a mental note to rub that in later, something along the lines of how you’d been rubbing off on her. Except she stopped dead just before meeting your lips again.

Heat climbed up your throat in tandem with your heartbeat, a warm thumping overtaking your senses. The couple seconds of being face-to-face elongated into at least a couple minutes, mentally snapped back when she grinned again, mere centimeters from your face.

“Are you trying to kill me?” you murmured playfully. “I have a gun, you know.”

“Two can play at that game,” Byulyi countered, breath warm on your half-parted lips, sliding the other hand just above the holster on your waist.

“Mm, just because you have one doesn’t mean you know how to use it, newbie.”

“Guess I have a lot to learn. You’ll have to teach me sometime, won’t you?” she breathed, barely audible to anyone else, but deafening to you despite the blood pounding in your ears.

You gulped and wordlessly went back to observing the target, albeit not particularly closely from how flabbergasted she left you. The twinkling glasses of champagne being offered up by the waiters seemed particularly enticing after that ordeal, but alas. Work commands sobriety. Nothing else of note happened that night, just some close observation and an extravagant venue.

~~~

Anyway, it’s a welcome surprise when she kisses you back properly over the console. Her lips eventually attach themselves to the base of your neck, a strained complaint leaving your mouth, something about keeping her eyes on the target. Your tone isn’t particularly convincing. Your eyes flit back to the door you’re both supposed to be watching as Byulyi pulls skin between her teeth, the pleasant kind of pain that you know will leave a mark. You cradle her head, tangling a hand in her hair with an involuntary fist when she nips at your neck again.

“Ahh, how the turns have tabled,” she gloats, pulling back to her head on her palm, elbow resting on the middle console between you. “Remember back in the old days where I was scared of you?”

“Oh shut up, that’s not eve— fuck,” voice going breathy when she interrupts your response with a finger pressing in on your clit. Despite her insufferable cockiness after realizing her dumb little crush ventured into the mutual affection territory, it’s not a terrible way to kill time.

Your heels dig into the soles of your shoes as they subsequently slip against the floormat of the passenger seat, trying to push your hips up to meet her fingers. You’re trying your best not to whine or whimper too much, even though you could kill to hop over the console and have her fuck you in the drivers seat. The worst you can do is to come off as needy. But once again, you both have a task at hand, and unfortunately it’s not this.

“Now you might not wanna get too loud,” she warns, her purely overconfident smile ever-present in the tone of her voice.

“Don’t you— have a job– to do?” You manage to stutter out between pleasured breaths.

“Don’t you?” she laughs as a finger slips tantalizingly slow into your heat. Touché. Your eyes flutter shut momentarily as the back of your head digs into the headrest, hips rolling up readily into her hand. The wetness spreads up to your clit, aiding her movements.

As much as it hurts your pride to admit, there’s no denying that there’s something here. You’re suddenly flooded with thoughts of soft mornings, sultry whispers, and quiet moans enrobed in plushy bedsheets. Ugh, domesticity. If you really wanted that you wouldn’t have gotten into this line of work. Although, granted, you never expected to meet anyone quite like her on the job.

You’re getting lost in her touch now as she works you up more and more. It’s the worst when you can just hear her smirking from the little laugh that accompanies it. She lets up her pace and pressure ever so slightly, making you painfully aware of the mess you’ve created under your uniform. A groan and clasping your fingers around her wrist trapped between your body and the waistband serves as desperation enough, abandoning any sense of keeping your cool.

With this non-verbal plea you’re careening towards the edge again in no time— when she immediately yanks her hand out of your pants. She interrupts your barely formed complaint about edging with an punctuated “Oh shit.” Your eyes fly open to see that the motel room door is finally opening. You hold back from being dismayed at the absolutely terrible timing. Byul sucking on her fingers to clean them right before turning the key in the ignition makes your head spin, but you’re shaken out of it upon the rumble of the engine.

You sit up properly in the passenger seat, glaring hard at the woman who just ruined your fun as she slips into an awaiting car. Byul puts the car in gear to tail close behind as the other car pulls out of the lot.

[cutiequokka]

Moonbyul x h a n d s

[misswoozi]

you are SO right about moonbyul being a sub top for tae so, bare with me i don't really know how to write this.

like imagine that one nolto episode where moonbyul is just acting so flustered and nervous around taeyeon (since she's been a fan of hers for a long time), she finds byul's attitude really cute and gets a slight crush. they see each other again at an awards show and somehow moonbyul manages to get taeyeon's phone number and they start talking. They meet up for drinks one day, one thing leds to the other and taeyeon realices moonbyul isn't so shy afterall, specially in bed, like she would never have imagined moonbyul being the type to almost literally beg to make taeyeon come once again (girlie has been waiting for this her entire life) ..

what are your thoughts on this?

I THINK THIS IS A REALLY ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF HOW THEIR DYNAMIC WOULD BE.

I've always said that Taeyeon goes after two types of people — the ones who worship her because she's Kim Taeyeon and the ones who don't give a FUCK that's she's Kim Taeyeon and nothing in between. Moonbyul definitely falls into that first category 😅 And Taeyeon would love that. She'd love that a confident, attractive younger woman was so smitten with her. And Moonbyul IS generally really confident but you're right about her being shy and flustered around Taeyeon. How could she not be?? That's been her celebrity crush for ages. Look at her 😭

So yeah, once they got comfortable and once Moonbyul was able to loosen up a little, Taeyeon's mind would be blown at what a skillful service top Byul actually is 🥲🥲

[sexualmamamoosnaps]

MLT to be into boobs

Name: Moon Byulyi (Moonbyul)

Name: Jung Wheein

Name: Ahn Hyejin (Hwasa)

Name: Kim Yongsun (Solar)

[purecantarella]

Evening Plans

we're speeding through the last few days HHHAHAHAHA i hope you lovelies enjoy!! moon byuli x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier content

Moonbyul was a little shit, she loved to tease you to no end. Most times you could and would match her energy. But then there were moments when you couldn't.

Babysitting for your sister was a prime example.

On your regular date night, your sister called you up begging you to take care of the kids, needing to handle a work emergency. Which had you and Moonbyul in her house instead of being at a barbecue and bar, you got the pleasure of eating pizza and lemon bars.

"I'm so sorry I had to cancel tonight...my sister needed me and—" Moonbyul is quick to hush you with a quick kiss to your lips, leaving your knees weak. You smile dreamily up at her as her hands stroke your arms comfortingly.

"It's alright. I love playing with your sister's kids..." She trails off taking the bunny you had in your hand, her eyes hooding as she plays with the doll's arms, "Plus, I think it's nice to see how you work with kids..."

You blush as she smirks down at you, pecking your lips again. But she pulls away as she hears the kids running down the hall excited to see their favorite auntie and celebrity.

"Noona!" The eldest cries out barreling into the rapper's arms. As the youngest girl hugs your leg making you throw your head back laughing. Byul's words still lingering in your head.

A few hours into the night, you were alone in the kids' bedroom. You contemplate to yourself as you tidy up the kids toys while they watched TV. The entire night had just been you fighting Byul off while you tended to the children's needs. Not needing to be caught up in your girlfriend. Your mischievous...hot...sexy...energetic—

"You're avoiding me." Her deep voice catches you off guard and has you catching your breath in shock. She grins at you frantically putting the toys away. You stammer excuses of needing to make sure the kids were okay when she tugs your hand back.

Before you know it you're looking deeply into her hooded gaze, "I can't wait for tonight, N/n..." Byul whispers, as her lips trail lightly from your cheek down to her jaw, her breath tickling you as she spoke. "I just want you against me right now..." Her hand is on your hip, pulling you close enough to have you wanting more.

"Byul..." You whisper sternly before she pressed on her hand twiddling with your fingers as her lips began leaving feather light kisses over your skin. You gasp as she continues, "The things I would do if we were alone right now...I'd press you up against our bed, unbutton that top you love to wear to our dates, kiss my way down until you were completely exposed to me..."

She pauses moaning at the thought. Your mind wanders as your grip on Byul's hand tightens. "...Tell me more..."

Suddenly, her eyes are on yours again and her eyes have darkened significantly. Her smile has faded, "Then I'd kiss you all over, mark your skin so hard and so much that it'd be impossible to hide what we do under the sheets." She pauses to laugh softly, "You'd whine and sob, begging me to touch you right here..." The rapper's hand slides down to your covered center, taking it roughly in her palm.

You bite you lip down trying to suppress your sounds, only to fail miserably. Byul grins as she tightens her grip on your needy cunt, "Mhm, just like that, baby."

You gnaw harder on your lip, forcing out, "Then what?" You ask trying not to sound desperate, pretending that you aren't getting off on her words alone. "I'd suck on these lovely titties right here..." Her other hand grabs your chest, making you throw your head back, eyes never leaving the very open door. Making sure the kids wouldn't run in and see you both in a rather compromising position. "I'd make sure you were a mess until I finally get down on my knees. Get a lick of that sour sap I love so much."

A soft moan falls from your lips as hers blow a soft gust of air onto them. "I love these kids but I just wish we were home right now, I wish I could have your dripping cunt on my tongue right now, I fucking wish that I could have you here and now. Bare and ready for me, for my every command." She leans in against your lips again, sensually dragging her tongue against your lower lip before pulling away.

"I want to take a strap and fuck you so hard into the bed that we'll have our own kids, N/n..." Byul jokes but the tone of her voice makes you cry out uncontrollably and incredibly rashly.

"Byul I want you now...please." You beg, all but humping your girlfriend's leg at this point. She spins you around, slamming you into your niece and nephew's dresser, her lips finding yours instantly. You groan against her lips, gripping the side of her head carelessly.

You lift your leg to wrap around her body, pulling her closer to your center in a desperate attempt to feel any friction against her. You moan as she ruts her hips into you desperately trying to feel you. Byul's breath fans your face as she pants like a dog in heat.

"Y/n...Oh Y/n..." She groans softly, her eyes screwing shut.

Before you two can get any crazier, a soft, high-pitched voice calls out from the bottom of the stairs, "Noona?! Are you still there?!"

Byul's hips freeze and you drop your head back disappointed and frustrated in more ways than one. You pull away reluctantly and step around your girlfriend, "We should get back to them...I..."

Sher takes your lips against hers sweetly, a great contrast from how you two were mere seconds ago. You smile before she pulls away with a warm smile, her eyes still clouded with lust though, "Don't worry about it baby...We'll have other days."

You nod before suddenly pulling her by the collar of her shirt. The sudden action making her almost scream but catches herself, staring you in the eyes, your lips turning up slightly, "Just wait til we get home, Byul...I'll make all your wishes come true."

"You just get hotter and hotter, Y/n..." She whispers before you release her collar, shoving her backwards a little before you straighten out your own clothes. Sending her a sultry look over your shoulder before walking back to your nephew and niece.

Byul bites her lip and smiles excitedly, skipping out the room.

i'm going to shower now AHAHAHAH THINKING OF BYUL SAYING THAT SHIT TO ME HAS ME ON MY KNEES. just imagine her saying all this with that low raspy voice of hers with her signature smug smirk. i'm melting HAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed this one!! i love you all vv much and i will see you all vv soon 💓 byeee lovelies!! - r

[emeraldelysian]

Jung Wheein ✧ Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

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Pairing: Jung Wheein x Reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: After an awful anniversary date with your boyfriend, you come home to your roommate Wheein to rant about the entire evening. What you don't realize is that Wheein has a plan to make you forget all about your bad date.

Wordcount: 1.1K+

Warnings: Reader has F. Anatomy, Roommate AU, Oral (F. Receiving), Lesbian, Praise Kink, Cheating on an Awful Boyfriend (all my homies hate Brian)

Note: On my knees for women right now so I decided to write about it

♡︎ follow, provide feedback, or reblog if you enjoyed but please don't repost or translate!♡︎

MDNI, 18+ CONTENT

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"-And then Brian had the audacity to call me a hot piece of ass in front of his friends! Can you believe it? What a prick."

Wheein watched you pace back and forth in her bedroom as you rambled on and on about the bad date you had with your boyfriend, the TV still on at a lower volume from when she was watching. What was meant to be a nice anniversary dinner at his house had quickly turned into a bro fest with your boyfriend treating you like trash in front of his friends, because he had supposedly "forgotten that you two were going to hang out."

You and Wheein had been roommates for some time, going from dorming together at your university to getting an apartment until you both figured out your lives.

"I mean I love him- or at least, I thought I did. But then I remember that every time we've had sex, he for some reason just doesn't think I need him to do anything?? Like sometimes I want attention too. And when he does give me attention, he makes it feel like a chore. Like he'd rather be doing literally anything else. And like I know sex education is terrible in some schools but he's a grown man. How does he not know what the clit is-"

"Well, what if I eat you out?" She didn't know what urged her to blurt out the words she did, and she avoided looking into your eyes the moment she said it. She could feel your gaze on her though as you took in what she asked.

“You- You want to- really?”

Your voice sounds far away and you have to snap yourself back to reality when Wheein stands up and looks at you.

Wheein nods slowly, brown eyes wide and curious. Pleading.

“You…you always told me girls are better at it than boys are,” she murmurs, hand gently grasping at your hand, “and — and you told me your boyfriend is bad at it. So let me try? Maybe I'll be better…”

She trails off, gnawing at her bottom lip while she looks at you. Her wide eyes and pouty lips make her look so innocent you think you’re going to combust.

'This is wrong', you think to yourself. You have a boyfriend, even if you hated him. The two of you could never be together. She’d probably regret it in the morning, you-

"You can teach me, can’t you? Please?”

Fuck it.

You swallow down the lump in your throat and nod, “Y-yeah, fuck, come here, pretty girl-“

You shuffle on the bed so you can lay against the pillows with your legs spread, your date clothes suddenly suffocating.

Wheein's so eager to please; she nods obediently and immediately scampers to slot herself in between your legs. Pretty manicured hands bring your shorts and panties to the side, and then she freezes. She’s shaking, brown eyes flicking up to meet yours. She has no clue what she’s doing and your pussy is so pretty- she’s nervous.

“S-stick your tongue out, baby. Y-yeah, just like that, oh my god-“ your hand shoots up to fist in those blond strands, the girl’s tongue timid and soft against your folds.

“Go a little…a little harde- fuck, baby, yes, swipe that sweet little tongue across my clit, j-just like that—“ you whimper, gasping. You involuntarily pull her forward, at the same time bucking your hips up to meet her mouth. it’s fucking heavenly.

You don’t even have to tell her what to do next, her plush lips wrapping around the bud and sucking hard. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut.

She pulls off for a second, blowing cool air over your clit and giggling when your legs jerk. Her eyes blink up at you slowly, half-lidded and hazy, “U-use me, please? Want you to- want you to cum in my mouth. Want to- want to be a good girl.”

Wheein needs praise. You don’t know how you didn’t clock that before. It sends you into some animalistic overdrive and you nod. How could you say no to something so precious?

“Yeah, pretty girl, fuck, get in here-“ you push her back down and she lets you, humming into your cunt obediently and swirling her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around the bud and sucking again.

This time she flicks her tongue against you as she sucks, soft hands running up and down your thighs as she does. Your hips are bucking wildly now, grinding up into that hot little mouth and whining as you do.

“Such a good girl for me, so pretty. Gonna make me c-cum, oh my god-“ You should be embarrassed by how high-pitched your voice is, how quickly you’re going to cum. You probably would be later, but your orgasm is barreling towards you and you can’t bring yourself to care.

All it takes is those pretty eyes blinking up at you through long lashes and that knot in your tummy snaps, your back arching as tears fall down your cheeks. It feels so good you’re shaking. You realize it’s been far too long since you’ve had a real orgasm.

“S-so good, shit, my good girl, god- take it, take it-“ You hump her face through your orgasm, cunt fluttering and spasming. It’s too good. Wheein keeps sucking your cunt like the perfect girl she is.

Your legs shake, chest heaving as you come down from your high. You pet at her hair absentmindedly, eyes half lidded.

She pulls off with a wet pop, resting a soft cheek on the fat of your thigh and looking up at you with a giggle, “Was that good?”

She’s got stars in her eyes. you only nod, running your fingers through pretty strawberry locks, “S-so good. Where the hell did you learn all that? Use me? Be a good girl? Are you insane, Wheein?”

She’s embarrassed, pale cheeks flushing bright red when she replies, “I- I remember how you used to talk about the guys you’d be with and what they'd do wrong so I wanted to try out the things you've said you wanted."

You groan. She’s perfect.

“Fuck, you’re unreal. Get up here and let me return the favor or I'm gonna die.” You grin as she nods eagerly.

Your phone dings with a message from Brian, the phone screen flashing with a "Send a pic" text. You roll your eyes, hands already gripping her hips and lowering her down onto your tongue as you mentally make the decision to break up with him the next morning.

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Which idol would be best at teaching someone to be great at sex?

I like this question a lot. The first idol that came into my mind was Moonbyul. She seems like the more experienced type, like she really knows what she's doing. She knows what she wants, and she knows exactly how she likes it, but she isn't going to be domineering or mean about it.

Instead, she's going to gently teach her partner all the different things that she's learned. For Moonbyul, it's about experiencing things together. It's not just about feeling good, it's about being intimate and having fun with someone she cares about.

I think Moonbyul would surprise her partner with her sheer amount of sexual knowledge. But I also think that Moonbyul would be so gentle with her less-experienced partner.

Hmmm... I think this would be a good fic some day!