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Could you go a bottom GP Giselle and Karina x top male reader? but the male reader fucks them?

Let's Tease The Manager

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Paring: Bottom!GP!Giselle and Karina x Top!Male Reader

Genre: smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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Giselle leaned into the camera lens, her English tinged with a playful Japanese accent. "And we're live!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Karina, the epitome of cool confidence, giggled next to her, the sound as delicate as a wind chime in a gentle breeze. They were backstage at a music showcase, surrounded by the organized chaos that came with every performance. The vlog was supposed to be a peek into the lives of aespa, but it had quickly devolved into a playful battle of teasing glances and sly smirks aimed directly at their manager.

M/n, the unsuspecting target of their flirtatious banter, did his best to maintain his professional demeanor, but the heat rising in his cheeks was a telltale sign of his flustered state. He had always been the stoic pillar of the group, keeping them in line and making sure everything ran smoothly, but tonight, the girls had decided to turn the tables. Every question he asked was met with a knowing smile and a subtle wink that seemed to speak a thousand naughty words. The tension grew with each passing second, and he could feel the electricity crackling in the air around them.

After the successful vlog, M/n couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement and anticipation that had built up during the filming. The playful glances and bold gestures from Karina and Giselle had him on edge, and he couldn't help but wonder what they had in store for him. As he made his way to his small apartment adjacent to the aespa dorms after the manager's meeting, the thought of their teasing lingered in his mind.

Opening the door to his room, the sight before him made his heart race. There they were, the two idols out of the four he had come to care for deeply, sprawled out on his bed in a set of matching lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination. Their breasts spilled over the tops, and their cocks strained against the delicate fabric. They looked up at him with a mix of innocence and challenge, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well, manager," Giselle purred, her voice dripping with seductive intent, "do you like what you see?"

M/n's eyes widened, his professional facade slipping for a brief moment. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "What's the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice gruff, but the tremble in his tone betraying his excitement.

Giselle and Karina shared a look that screamed 'we've got him' before breaking into peals of laughter. "We couldn't help ourselves," Karina said, her eyes dancing with amusement. "We wanted to see how far we could push your buttons."

M/n's mind raced, trying to figure out the right response. He knew that as their manager, he should scold them, but the desire that flared within him was too strong to ignore. He decided to play along, his voice low and authoritative. "Then, I guess it's time for some punishment."

The girls looked at each other, their smiles fading into expressions of feigned fear. They obeyed as he instructed them to get on all fours. His heart hammered in his chest as he stepped closer, his eyes roaming over their toned figures. He gripped Giselle's firm ass with one hand, the other caressing Karina's. He slapped them both, watching as the flesh jiggled under the light touch of his palm. They both let out gasps, which only served to fuel his excitement.

Their teasing had gone too far, and now they were going to face the consequences. Giselle leaned into the slap, her eyes half-closed, as if savoring the sting. Karina's breath hitched, and she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. The room was thick with tension, but the air was also electric with desire. The sound of their breaths grew heavier as they waited for his next move.

M/n couldn't help but smirk at their reactions, his own arousal growing. He delivered another firm slap to each of their asses, watching as they both squirmed on the bed. Giselle reached back and playfully smacked his hand away, her eyes glinting with challenge. "Is that all you've got?" she teased.

Their playful banter continued as M/n grew bolder, his handprints leaving a rosy blush on their skin. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their gasps and giggles. He could feel the heat emanating from them, their bodies practically begging for more. It was time to up the ante.

"Alright, you two," he said, his voice steady despite the racing of his pulse. "You've been very naughty indeed. It seems like you need a more… personal form of punishment."

The girls looked over their shoulders at him, their eyes filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Giselle bit her lip, and Karina's cheeks grew even redder. They knew what was coming, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

M/n reached down and took hold of their lingerie, ripping it away to expose their eager cocks. They gasped in unison, their bodies quivering with excitement. He stepped back and gestured to the bed. "Get on your knees," he said firmly, and they complied without hesitation.

Giselle and Karina positioned themselves in front of him, their cocks standing tall and proud. They leaned into each other, their eyes locked in a silent dare. M/n felt a thrill run through him as he watched them begin to make out, their tongues dancing together as they stroked each other's shafts. He could see the passion in their eyes, the desire that mirrored his own.

He sat down on the bed, his gaze never leaving the entwined pair. His hand found its way to his own cock, stroking it gently as he watched them pleasure each other. The sight of their bodies moving in harmony was almost too much to handle. He reached out and gripped their hair, pulling them away from each other. They whined in protest, but he knew it was only part of the game.

"You're going to make it up to me," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to show me how sorry you are for all your teasing."

Giselle and Karina looked up at him with a mix of excitement and submission, their eyes glazed over with desire. They didn't need to be told twice. They both took turns taking his cock into their mouths, their tongues swirling around the tip before Karina took the lead, sucking him deep. Giselle focused on his balls, her teeth grazing them lightly, making him jerk in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel his orgasm building with each stroke of their tongues.

M/n's hands tightened in their hair, guiding their movements. The sight of these powerful, confident women on their knees before him, serving his desires, was intoxicating. They were both so eager, so hungry for his approval, and it only made him want them more. He leaned back, watching the show as they worked in tandem, their eyes meeting every now and then to share a secret smile.

The room was filled with the sounds of their eager sucking and slurping, punctuated by their occasional moans of pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure at the base of his spine that grew stronger with every stroke of their tongues. His hips began to buck, pushing his cock deeper into Karina's mouth as Giselle massaged his shaft with her hand.

M/n knew he couldn't hold out much longer. "I'm going to cum," he warned them, his voice strained with pleasure. Karina looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly from the effort, and nodded. Giselle pulled back, watching intently as Karina continued to suck, her hand moving faster now.

With a final, powerful thrust, M/n's orgasm hit him like a wave. His body tensed, and he let out a roar as his cum spurted into Karina's mouth. She took it all, swallowing greedily before sitting back and letting Giselle take her place. They switched again, and Giselle licked him clean, her eyes never leaving his as she savored his taste.

The room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aroma that seemed to intoxicate them further. M/n's chest heaved as he caught his breath, his heart racing in his ears. He looked at the two beautiful women before him, their faces flushed and their bodies glistening.

"Your turn," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Giselle and Karina didn't need to be told twice. They both eagerly climbed onto the bed, taking their positions on either side of him. Giselle laid down first, her legs spread wide, inviting him in. He didn't hesitate, his hand sliding between her cheeks to feel her hole. His fingers moved in a tantalizing rhythm, teasing her aching hole as she gasped and arched her back. Giselle's hand moves down to her cock, stroking it in time with M/n's touch.

Karina straddled M/n, her own cock bobbing with excitement. She leaned in to kiss him, her tongue probing his mouth as he pushed his fingers deeper into Giselle. M/n's other hand moves to grap Karina's cock, stroking it in time with his movements in Giselle's ass. The room was a symphony of moans and whimpers, a delicious cacophony of desire.

Giselle's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt M/n's fingers hit just the right spot. She could feel the pressure building, the need for release almost unbearable. "Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "More."

M/n smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he pulled his hand away from Giselle's eager ass. "You want more?" he asked, his tone playful yet firm. "You'll have to earn it."

Giselle thumped her pillow in frustration, pouting up at M/n. "But we've been so good!" she protested, her voice a mix of seduction and whine.

M/n's smirk "I know you have," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "But I want to hear you both beg."

Giselle and Karina exchanged a look, their cheeks flushed with excitement. They knew this was part of the game, and they were eager to play along. "Please, Manager oppa," Karina whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "We'll do anything you say."

M/n leaned back, his gaze traveling over their bodies with a sense of possessiveness. "Tell me what you want."

Giselle's eyes narrowed playfully. "You know what we want," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "We want your cock, Manager oppa. We want to feel you fill us up."

M/n chuckled, his hand still stroking Karina's cock. "And how badly do you want it?"

Giselle's voice was a whine, her hips rocking slightly. "We want it so badly," she moaned. "Please, M/n, fuck us."

M/n's smirk grew wider. "Say it," he demanded. "Say it like you mean it."

Karina's cheeks flushed an even darker shade of pink, but she didn't hesitate. "Please, Manager ," she moaned, her voice a sweet symphony of need. "We want your big cock. We need it in our tight asses. Please, Manager, fuck us. Make us your good little sluts."

M/n's smirk grew wider, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "That's better," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Now, who's going to ride me first?"

Karina didn't waste any time. She pushed M/n down onto his back, her movements swift and decisive. Straddling him, she positioned herself over his hard cock, the tip just brushing against her eager hole. She looked into his eyes, a silent challenge, before she slowly lowered herself onto him. The feeling of his cock stretching her was exquisite, and she couldn't help but let out a long, low groan as she took him inch by inch.

M/n's eyes rolled back in his head as Karina's tightness enveloped him, her heat almost unbearable. He felt his cock pulse with each movement she made, and he had to bite his lip to keep from losing control too soon. He reached up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples as she began to move her hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

Turning his head to the side, M/n found Giselle's eager cock right there, waiting for him. He took the head into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Giselle's moan of pleasure was music to his ears, and he took her in deeper, feeling her quiver at the contact. Her hand found the back of his head, her nails digging into his scalp as she pushed herself into his mouth.

The sensation of her cock on his tongue was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was soft yet firm, the taste faintly sweet and musky. He sucked harder, feeling the veins pulse beneath the velvety skin. Giselle's hips began to move in tandem with Karina's, their bodies creating a delicious rhythm that had M/n's own cock throbbing with need. He could feel the heat of Karina's hole as she rode him, her walls tightening on his shaft with every movement.

Giselle's hand tightened in his hair, her strokes growing more erratic as she approached her climax. Her moans grew louder, mixing with Karina's cries of pleasure. M/n could feel his own orgasm building, but he held back, eager to give them both what they deserved. He reached up and began to fondle Giselle's ass, his fingers teasing her hole as she thrusted into his face.

With a final, desperate moan, Giselle came, her cum spurting into his mouth. He swallowed eagerly, the taste of her filling his mouth as she collapsed beside him, panting heavily. "Your turn," she murmured, her hand reaching down to stroke Karina's cock, which was now slick with precum.

Karina's eyes were glossed over with passion, her movements on M/n's cock growing more frantic. She leaned forward, her breasts bouncing with every bounce of her hips. M/n could feel her tight ass clenching around him, her walls tightening as she approached her peak.

Giselle, unable to resist the temptation, leaned over and captured one of Karina's nipples in her mouth, flicking it with her tongue before biting down gently. Karina gasped, arching her back, her movements becoming erratic. M/n sat up and mirrored her actions, his mouth latching onto the other nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. The two of them worked together, their mouths moving in perfect sync as they drove Karina wild.

Karina's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hips moving faster and faster. The sensation was almost too much, the combination of Giselle's hot, wet mouth and M/n's firm grip on her other breast sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm approaching, a pressure building deep in her stomach.

M/n, feeling the tightness of Karina's ass, knew she was close. He released her nipple with a pop and leaned back, watching as she rode him with desperate need. He took hold of Giselle's cock again, stroking it in time with Karina's movements. He could see the desire in her eyes, the way she watched him, eager for his touch.

The room was filled with the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of sex, and the cries of pleasure from both girls. It was a symphony of desire that M/n never wanted to end. He could feel Karina's orgasm approaching, her movements growing more and more erratic. With one final, powerful thrust, she came, her cum spurting onto M/n's chest as she collapsed forward, her body shaking with the force of her climax. M/n's climax followed shortly after, filling Karina's ass with his hot seed.

Breathless, Karina rolled off of M/n, her eyes glazed with pleasure. Giselle was quick to take her place, her cock still hard and demanding attention. "My turn," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. She straddled him, her eyes never leaving his as she sank down onto his cock, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

M/n groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she began to ride him with a ferocity that surprised him. She was a force to be reckoned with, her movements precise and powerful. He watched in awe as she threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall. The sight of her bouncing on his cock was almost too much to handle.

Karina, still panting from her orgasm, watched with wide eyes as Giselle took control. She lay beside them, her hand idly playing with her own cock, her breathing still ragged from the intensity of the moments before. The sight of Giselle riding M/n with such confidence was mesmerizing, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.

With a sudden burst of energy, Karina sat up and moved closer to Giselle, their bodies pressing together. "Let me taste you," she murmured, her voice hoarse. Giselle looked down at her, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She leaned in, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss that was anything but gentle. Their tongues danced together, their teeth clashing as they both sought to claim dominance.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring every inch of exposed skin. Karina's fingers found Giselle's breasts, her thumbs flicking the hardened nipples. Giselle gasped into the kiss, arching her back, and M/n took advantage of the moment to slap Karina's ass. She yelped in surprise, breaking the kiss to look over her shoulder at him. He smirked, his hand wrapping around her cock and giving it a firm squeeze.

"M/n," she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. "It's still so sensitive."

M/n chuckled, his grip tightening slightly on Karina's cock. "You're just too tempting, aren't you?" he said, his voice a mix of teasing and lust. He watched as Karina leaned into the touch, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Giselle took that moment to pounce, her mouth attacking Karina's neck with a fervor that left no doubt about her desire. She kissed and sucked, her teeth grazing the delicate skin as she marked her territory. Karina's moans grew louder, her body responding to the mix of pleasure and pain.

M/n watched the scene unfold before him, his own arousal reaching new heights. He had never seen Giselle like this, so wild and uninhibited. Her eyes shone with a fiery passion as she rode him, her movements growing more erratic with each bite and suckle.

The room was a blur of limbs and desire, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The only thing that grounded M/n was the feel of Giselle's tight ass bouncing on his cock and the sweet sound of her whimpers. He could feel his orgasm building again, his cock pulsing with every stroke.

Karina's hand slid down Giselle's back, coming to rest on M/n's thigh, her nails digging into his skin as she watched the two of them. Her eyes were dark with lust, her own need palpable. "Let me help," she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper.

M/n nodded, his eyes never leaving Giselle's face as Karina leaned over to kiss her neck, her teeth nipping gently. Giselle's moans grew louder, her hips moving faster as Karina's hand found its way to her cock. She began to stroke in sync with M/n's thrusts, her touch gentle yet firm.

The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure almost unbearable. Giselle's eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensing as she reached for Karina's cock. The two of them stroked each other, their movements growing more frenzied as the tension built. M/n could feel it in the air, the electricity that crackled between them.

His hands moved to Giselle's hips, guiding her movements, his own need for release growing more urgent. He watched as Karina's hand moved faster, her strokes more erratic. He knew she was close, her breath hitching in her throat with every touch. He reached down and took over, his grip firm and sure as he brought her to the brink.

With a final, desperate cry, Karina came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her cum spurted onto Giselle's thigh, mixing with the sweat that already coated their bodies. Giselle watched her intently, her own climax approaching rapidly.

M/n felt Giselle's muscles tighten around his cock as she reached her peak. He gripped her hips tightly, pushing her down onto him as he thrust upwards, feeling her walls clench around him. She threw her head back and screamed, her body trembling as she came, her cum spurting onto M/n's abdomen.

M/n made a few last thrust before filling Giselle full off his cum. She collapsed on top of him, her breathing heavy and her heart racing. Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, melding them together in a sticky, delicious mess.

For a moment, the three of them just laid there, basking in the afterglow. M/n's arms wrapped around Giselle's waist, holding her in place as she gently rode out the waves of her orgasm. Karina lay beside them, her hand stroking Giselle's back as she watched the intimate moment with a small smile. M/n wrapped his other hand on Karina's holding her closer, not wanting to miss out on the connection.

As the room quieted, and their breathing evened out, M/n leaned up on one elbow, looking at the two spent figures beside him. "Alright, you two," he said, his voice still thick with desire. "You need to shower, and then we can all sleep here for the night."

Giselle and Karina looked at him with lazy, sated expressions. "You're not kicking us out?" Giselle asked, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

M/n chuckled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Of course not. But you two are definitely sleeping in my clothes. And as for teasing me like that again," he said, his gaze darkening slightly, "next time, I might not be so forgiving." He smacked both their asses lightly, the sound echoing through the quiet room. "Now, get up. Shower. We've got an early start tomorrow."

With a groan, Giselle and Karina disentangled themselves from M/n and the sticky sheets, the remnants of their passion sticking to their skin. They padded into the bathroom, their laughter and playful swats at each other's butts filling the room. M/n watched them go, his heart swelling with affection and desire. He couldn't believe this was his life now.

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Hihii, a small request for you: dom g!p ryujin x bottom m!reader, where reader and ryujin are roommates and ryujin comforts the reader after a bad day by filling his insides

thank u! :>

Cheer Up Remedy!!!

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Paring: dom!g!pryujin x bottom!m!reader

Genre: smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: I’m considering creating a masterlist for characters from Squid Game (seasons 1 and 2), XO Kitty, and Alice in Borderland. If you’d like to request any, just let me know! I’m also thinking about adding more idols to the list, including all units from NCT, XLove (though I’m not focusing on them at the moment since I just started stanning), and ZB1.

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"Hey, you're home early," M/n called out, the sound of his shoes echoing in the quiet hallway of their apartment. He had just finished his shift at the local restaurant, feeling drained and defeated by the relentless flow of customers and the never-ending pile of dirty dishes. The last thing he wanted was to deal with whatever mess his roommate, Ryujin, had left behind in their shared living space.

But as he stepped into the living room, his eyes widened in surprise. The room was spotless, with not a single speck of dust in sight. The TV was on, playing a show he enjoyed, and a steaming cup of tea sat on the coffee table with a note that read, "For you." Ryujin emerged from the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants slung low on her hips, showcasing her toned midriff. She flashed him a warm smile, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the stove.

"I figured you could use some pampering after work," she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to stroke his weary soul.

M/n couldn't argue with that. He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into the couch with a grateful sigh. The scent of the tea wafted up to him, a comforting blend of mint and chamomile that promised sweet oblivion. He took a sip, the warm liquid coating his throat and spreading a gentle warmth through his chest. "Thanks, Ryu."

Ryujin strutted over, her hips swaying in a way that had him swallowing hard. She sat down next to him, a little too close, and placed a hand on his knee. "How was your day?"

M/n's eyes flicked to her hand, his breath hitching. "It was… intense. The kitchen was hell." He took another sip of his tea, the warmth seeping into his bones.

Ryujin's grip tightened slightly, a knowing look in her eye. "That's what you get for working with food and not letting me feed you properly." Her hand began to rub small, soothing circles on his thigh.

M/n's cheeks flushed, his eyes darting to the TV and then back to her hand. He couldn't deny that the contact was comforting, and a part of him craved more. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryujin leaned in closer, her breath tickling his ear. "You know what I mean," she murmured. "You're always so tense after work. Maybe I could help you relax."

M/n's heart raced as he felt her hand slide up his thigh, the fabric of his pants growing taut against his growing arousal. He couldn't believe what was happening. He'd had his fair share of fantasies about his gorgeous, talented roommate, but never in his wildest dreams did he think she'd make a move like this.

"Relax," she whispered, her hand continuing its journey upwards until it reached the bulge in his pants. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, yet firm, as she began to massage him through the fabric. "Let me take care of you."

M/n's breath caught in his throat as he felt his body respond to her touch. The tension of the day melted away, replaced by a building heat that spread through his core. He could feel his cock growing harder under her ministrations, begging for release. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, savoring the sensation of her hand on him.

"You're so tense," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "Let it all go."

M/n's eyes fluttered open, and he looked into Ryujin's eyes. They were dark with desire, her pupils dilated, and her breathing was just as ragged as his. He nodded, unable to form coherent words as her hand deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The warmth of her palm against his bare skin made him gasp. Her touch was like a brand, leaving a trail of fire wherever she went.

With a gentle tug, she freed his hardened length from his boxers. It stood proudly between them, begging for her attention. Ryujin's gaze dropped, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips as she took in the sight of him. The air was thick with anticipation as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to stroke him with the same rhythm she had used on his thigh.

M/n's hips jerked upward, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan. Her touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He placed a hand on her wrist, guiding her to his tempo, their eyes locked in a silent dance of desire. Her grip tightened, and she leaned in, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "Tell me if you want more."

The question hung in the air, taunting and tempting him. He knew what she was asking, and the answer was a resounding yes, but he was afraid to voice it. The fear of ruining the moment was almost paralyzing. But as her hand continued to work its magic, the words slipped out, barely audible, "More, please, Ryu."

Her smile grew, predatory and satisfied, as she leaned in closer. Her hand didn't stop moving, the rhythm increasing slightly as her other hand reached for the waistband of her sweatpants. With a swift motion, she pulled them down, revealing her hard cock, standing tall and proud against her toned abs. It was the first time M/n had seen it in person, and he couldn't help but stare. It was a beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the softness of her features.

Ryujin noticed his gaze and took it as an invitation, her hand leaving his cock for a brief moment to stroke herself. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

M/n nodded, his eyes glued to her hand as it wrapped around her shaft. He'd never seen anything so erotic, so powerful, and his own cock twitched in response. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Ryujin chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Good," she said, her hand moving faster on herself. "Because I've been waiting for this moment."

Without breaking eye contact, she reached out with her free hand and took his, guiding it to her cock. The heat was almost too much to handle, the velvety skin like silk under his fingertips. He felt a strange sense of power, knowing he could make her feel good, too. His hand trembled as he took over the stroking, mimicking her earlier gentle touch.

Ryujin's eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned back against the couch cushions, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hand had found its way back to his cock, and she began to pump in tandem with his movements on her shaft. The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and the slick slide of skin against skin.

M/n's mind was racing. This wasn't what he had expected when he came home from work, but it was everything he never knew he needed. The feeling of her cock in his hand was strange, yet incredibly arousing. He could feel the veins pulsing with each stroke, her arousal a palpable force between them. He wanted more, needed more.

He leaned in closer, his mouth watering as he took in the musky scent of her. "Can I… taste?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryujin's eyes snapped open, a smoldering fire in them. She nodded, her breath hitching as she watched him. M/n leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of her cock. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but it only served to fuel his desire. He took more of her in his mouth, feeling her hands grip the back of his head, guiding him deeper.

Her hips began to rock, fucking his mouth gently, and he moaned around her length. The vibrations sent shockwaves through her body, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge. "Fuck, yes," she hissed, her voice strained with pleasure.

M/n's eyes watered as he took her deeper, the tip of her cock hitting the back of his throat. He didn't care about the discomfort; all he cared about was pleasing her, making her feel as good as she had made him feel. He could feel her pulse against his tongue, the taste of pre-cum making him crave more. His hand stroked her shaft in time with his mouth, the sound of wet suction filling the room.

Ryujin's hand tangled in his hair, holding him in place as she began to move her hips in a steady rhythm. Her moans grew louder, and he could feel her thighs tensing beneath his palms. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming in his mouth made him even harder. His own cock throbbed with the need for release, but he held off, focusing on her pleasure.

He felt her grip tighten, her body stiffening as she reached her climax. With a strangled cry, she came, her hot seed filling his mouth. He swallowed, the salty taste coating his tongue, and she pulled back with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, and she looked down at him with a soft smile.

"Your turn," she said, her voice still thick with desire.

M/n nodded, his own need reaching a crescendo. He wanted to feel her, all of her, inside him. He knew he was inexperienced with this, but he trusted her. He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way she was watching him with anticipation. He stood up, his legs wobbly, and walked over to his room to grab a bottle of lube.

When he returned, she had removed her sweatpants and was sitting on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide, stroking herself. The sight was so erotic, so overwhelming, that he almost came right there. He handed her the lube, and she took it with a smirk, flipping the cap open with a wet sound. She coated her fingers, then leaned in and began to circle his entrance, her touch sending shivers through his body.

M/n's eyes rolled back as she pushed one, then two, then three fingers into him. She was gentle at first, but as she felt him loosen up, she began to pick up the pace, her movements sure and confident. The stretch was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him panting for more.

"You're pussy's so tight," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face. "But you're taking me so well."

M/n could only whimper in response as he felt her digits probing deeper, her knuckles grazing against his prostate with each thrust. His cock was a throbbing ache between his legs, leaking precum onto the couch. He couldn't believe this was happening, but the sensations were too intense to doubt. He spread his legs wider, silently begging for more.

Ryujin leaned in, her eyes never leaving his as she worked his body with an expert's touch. "You're ready," she said, her voice filled with a low growl of satisfaction. She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop, and before he could even miss them, she positioned herself at his entrance, the head of her cock nudging against him.

M/n's breath hitched as he felt the pressure build, his body instinctively clenching around the intrusion. He braced himself, his hands gripping the armrests of the couch as she pushed in, inch by inch. It was tight, so tight, but she was patient, allowing him to adjust to her size. He bit his bottom lip, trying not to cry out from the overwhelming feeling of fullness.

Ryujin watched him closely, her gaze locked on his face, her own need evident in the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. She didn't stop until she was fully seated inside him, her hips flush with his ass. The room was silent except for their heavy breathing.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle despite the fierce expression on her face.

M/n nodded, his eyes still squeezed shut. "Yeah," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Just… give me a moment."

Ryujin leaned in and kissed him softly, her hands running up and down his back. "Take your time," she whispered. "You're so beautiful like this."

M/n took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling his muscles relax around her. He nodded, and she began to move, her hips rolling in a gentle rhythm. Each stroke was like a warm knife through butter, spreading pleasure through his core. His eyes rolled back, and a moan escaped his lips as she hit his sweet spot. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that made his toes curl.

Ryujin's hand found his cock again, her grip firm and sure as she stroked him in time with her thrusts. The friction was intense, and he could feel his orgasm building with each movement. "Fuck," he gasped, his voice hoarse from the moaning. "It feels so good."

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she picked up the pace, her strokes growing longer and deeper. "I know," she murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down his spine. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

M/n could only nod, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He felt her thumb circle the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock, and he knew he was on the edge. "Yes," he whispered, his voice trembling with need. "I-I'm going to come."

Ryujin's smile grew as she watched him, her movements becoming more deliberate, more intense. She could feel his inner walls clench around her, urging her on, and she knew it was time. She thrust in deep and held still, her cock pulsing within him as she stroked him harder.

M/n's eyes snapped open, and he stared into hers, his pupils dilated with lust. "Please," he begged, his voice a desperate whine. "I need it."

With a feral growl, Ryujin began to move again, her hips snapping into his with a force that had the couch groaning beneath them. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through his body, the pressure building unbearably. He could feel the tension in his balls, the tightness in his abdomen, the fire in his cock. It was too much, and yet not enough.

M/n's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of their union. His hands clawed at the couch cushions, his body writhing under her as she fucked him with an intensity that bordered on savage. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and need. Her hand on his cock was a blur, her strokes in perfect harmony with her thrusts.

Her breath was hot against his ear, her words a dark promise. "Come for me, baby," she murmured, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "I want to feel you come apart around my cock."

M/n's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him without warning. He arched his back, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release. Cum spurted from his cock, coating her hand and his stomach, as he moaned her name over and over again. The pleasure was so intense that for a moment, he couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel.

Ryujin watched him with a mix of pride and lust, her own climax building. She could feel his insides clench around her, milking her cock, and it was all she could take. With a final, powerful thrust, she came, her hips jerking as she filled him with her warmth. The feeling of his body tightening around her was exquisite, and she couldn't hold back the low, animalistic growl that escaped her lips.

The room was silent except for their ragged breathing, their hearts hammering against their chests like drums. M/n's eyes remained squeezed shut, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Ryujin leaned in, her breaths hot against his neck, and whispered, "You're so perfect."

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Hi can I request a swimming instructor top!anton x student bot!male reader where anton and male reader are in the pool, and the male reader is a new student then things get heat up...

Swimming Practice

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Paring: swimming instructor!top!anton x student!bttm!male reader

Genre: smut

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More: Masterlist

A/n: This is the first time I've ever written for Riize because I only know a little bit about them, so I hope this is good enough. Also, BRING BACK THE SEUNGHAN NEEOOOW!!!

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"Okay, everyone, let's get into the water," Anton called out, his voice echoing off the tiles of the indoor pool. "Remember, we're going to focus on your breathing and stroke technique today."

M/n looked around at the other students, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling in his gut. This was his first time in a swimming class since he was a kid, and the sight of the water made his palms sweat. He had signed up for the lessons hoping to overcome his fear of deep water and maybe even learn to enjoy swimming. Anton's reputation had convinced him that this was the place to start.

As M/n waded into the pool, the cool water reached his waist, then his chest, and finally, his neck. He took a deep breath as he submerged his head and felt the gentle pressure of the water against his ears. Anton noticed his hesitation and swam over, offering a reassuring smile. "Take your time," he said. "We'll start slow and build up."

The lesson began with basic breathing exercises, floating on their backs with the gentle hum of the water's surface lulling them into a rhythm. Anton's instructions were clear and calm, his eyes never leaving M/n's as he demonstrated how to inhale through the nose and exhale through the mouth, creating a steady flow of air that would soon sync with their strokes. M/n's breaths grew deeper and more relaxed, the anxiety of the water slowly dissipating.

Next, they moved onto the freestyle, with Anton explaining the importance of a straight arm and a powerful kick from the hips. As the new student struggled to coordinate his limbs, a splash of water hit him from the side, making him laugh and lose focus. Anton took it in stride, joining in the laughter before bringing the class back to the task at hand. His touch was firm but gentle as he corrected M/n's posture, their skin briefly touching under the guise of instruction. An unspoken tension grew, the air thickening with an unspoken connection that was palpable even amidst the chlorine scent of the pool.

During a break, Anton pulled M/n aside for a one-on-one session. His eyes searched M/n's, looking for any sign of distress or discomfort. "You're doing great," he said, his voice a soothing balm. "Just remember to keep your chin down and look forward." Their proximity was close, the heat of their bodies contrasting with the coolness of the water. M/n felt his heart rate spike, his eyes drawn to the droplets of water that clung to the instructor's lashes and the way the fabric of his swimsuit clung to his muscular thighs.

Anton noticed the shift in M/n's focus and grinned, his teeth flashing in the harsh overhead lights. "Eyes on me, not the water," he teased, gently pushing M/n's chin down with his thumb. The brief contact sent a shiver down M/n's spine, his cheeks flushing. The other students had moved to the shallow end, chattering away, leaving them in a bubble of quiet intensity.

They resumed their practice, with M/n trying to concentrate on the feel of the water against his skin rather than the instructor's hand on his back, guiding him through the motions. Each time their bodies brushed, it was like an electric shock, setting M/n's nerves alight. Anton seemed unfazed, his eyes never leaving M/n's form as he offered advice and corrections. But the longer they worked together, the more M/n became aware of the tension in Anton's muscles, the way his gaze lingered, the subtle shift in his tone of voice.

The lesson moved on to the backstroke, and M/n found himself looking at Anton's shoulders and strong back as the instructor demonstrated the technique. The sight of his toned body, water droplets glistening in the sun that streamed through the windows, made it increasingly difficult for M/n to keep his thoughts purely professional.

"Alright, now you try," Anton said, turning to face M/n. "Keep your head back and let your arms do the work."

M/n nodded, trying to ignore the racing thoughts in his head as he laid back in the water. He closed his eyes and listened to the steady cadence of Anton's voice, his body moving almost instinctively through the motions. With each stroke, he felt more in sync with the water, his fears slowly slipping away. When he opened his eyes, he found Anton right beside him, his eyes filled with approval. The proximity was intoxicating, the water creating a barrier that somehow made the distance between them feel even smaller.

Anton's hand found M/n's again, this time to demonstrate the proper timing of the stroke. "Like this," he murmured, his breath warm against M/n's ear. Each time their hands connected, a spark seemed to jump between them, the touch lingering longer than necessary. The lesson was no longer just about swimming; it had turned into a dance of attraction, each movement a silent flirtation.

M/n could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths shallower as the connection grew stronger. The sound of the water was a gentle symphony in the background, their laps becoming more synchronized with each pass. Anton's hand slid down to M/n's side, his thumb grazing the waistline of his swimsuit. It was a brief, almost imperceptible touch, but it was enough to send a rush of heat through M/n's body.

They reached the end of the pool, and Anton stopped, his hand still resting lightly on M/n's side. "You're a natural," he said, his voice low and sincere. M/n's eyes searched his, looking for any hint of the same attraction that was burning through him. The moment stretched, the rest of the class's chatter fading away as they hovered there, inches apart in the water.

"Thanks," M/n managed to murmur, his voice a little shaky. Anton's hand didn't move, and neither did their gazes. The air between them crackled with something unspoken, something that went beyond the confines of the pool and the lesson plan.

"You know," Anton began, his thumb tracing small circles on M/n's side, "sometimes, after class, I stay a bit to practice some dives. It's pretty quiet, and it's a great way to unwind." His eyes searched M/n's for a reaction, a sign that he was interested.

M/n felt the invitation hang in the air, heavy with meaning. "I might… I might like to watch," he said, his voice a little too loud in the sudden silence.

Anton's eyes lit up, and he nodded. "Great, stay behind after the others leave." The rest of the lesson passed in a blur, M/n's mind racing with anticipation. The moment the last student climbed out of the pool, Anton's hand was at the small of M/n's back, guiding him to the deep end. "Here, I'll show you."

M/n watched in awe as Anton approached the diving board, his muscles rippling with the confidence of a man in his element. He took a running start, leaping gracefully into the air. For a brief moment, he was suspended in time, the sun glinting off the water droplets on his skin. Then, with a perfect arc, he dove into the water, barely making a splash as he entered the pool.

When Anton resurfaced, he was grinning. "Would you like to try it?" he asked, swimming over to M/n. The question hung in the air, charged with more than just a casual offer. M/n nodded, unable to find the words to express the thrill he felt. Anton's hand was firm as he helped M/n climb out of the pool, the warmth of his palm sending a jolt of excitement through M/n's body.

They walked to the diving board, the water droplets on their skin cooling in the air-conditioned room. "Just like we practiced," Anton said, his voice a gentle coax. "Look forward, keep your body straight." His eyes never left M/n's as he stepped onto the board. The student took a deep breath, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach that had nothing to do with the height.

As M/n took his first tentative steps, Anton's hand remained firmly on his back. "You got this," he murmured, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down M/n's spine. With a nod, M/n took a running start, leaped into the air, and allowed his body to fall into the water, the coolness enveloping him like a lover's embrace. The splash was louder than he anticipated, and when he surfaced, Anton was right there, his eyes gleaming with pride and something more.

They swam back to the edge of the pool, the water sluicing off their bodies as they climbed out. The sound of the water lapping against the tiles and the faint echo of their breaths filled the space, the rest of the world seemingly at bay. Anton grabbed a towel, wrapping it around M/n's shoulders, the fabric warming against his cool skin. "You're a fast learner," he said, his voice a velvety rumble.

M/n felt the heat in his cheeks as he thanked him, the towel a comforting barrier between them. "I had a good teacher," he replied, unable to fully hide the flirtation in his tone. Anton's smile grew, his eyes flickering with something that made M/n's heart stutter.

"I'm always happy to help," Anton said, his gaze lingering on M/n's wet hair as it clung to his forehead. He took a step closer, the towel slipping slightly. "But, I should remind you, I don't usually give private lessons after classes to just anyone. Especially not for free."

M/n's breath hitched, his eyes flicking down to the towel, then back up to meet Anton's gaze. "What… what does that mean?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like the mist above the water's surface.

Anton leaned in, his eyes searching M/n's, looking for any hint of hesitation. "It means," he said, his voice a low whisper, "that I see something special in you." His hand reached up to brush a strand of hair away from M/n's face, the touch sending a thrill through M/n's body. "I don't do this often, but I think you might be worth it."

M/n's eyes widened, his breath shallow as he took in the gravity of the moment. He could feel the heat of Anton's body, so close, so tempting. "Worth what?" he managed to ask, his voice barely audible.

Anton's smile grew, a hint of mischief playing on his lips. "Worth taking a chance on," he said, his hand sliding from M/n's cheek to the back of his neck, drawing him in. "On and off the diving board."

Before M/n could fully process the implication, Anton playfully pushed him back into the water with a laugh, the towel falling away. M/n sputtered, surprise giving way to a grin as he resurfaced. Anton followed, the splash of his dive echoing through the now-empty pool. He moved swiftly through the water, and before M/n knew it, he was pinned against the side, the instructor's strong hands holding his shoulders against the cool tiles.

Their eyes met, the mood shifting from playful to intense. M/n's heart hammered in his chest, his skin tingling from the sudden pressure of Anton's body. The water felt warmer now, their combined heat radiating in the space between them. Anton's gaze searched his, looking for consent, for any sign that he had crossed a line. M/n's eyes never left his, a silent agreement passing between them.

Without another word, Anton leaned in, closing the gap between their mouths. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft pressure that grew into something more. M/n felt the instructor's tongue trace the seam of his lips, asking for entry. He parted them eagerly, the taste of chlorine mixing with something sweeter. Their tongues touched, a spark igniting deep within him, the fear of the water forgotten in the face of this new, thrilling sensation.

Anton's hands slid down M/n's arms, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His thumbs circled the sensitive skin of M/n's wrists before moving to grip the pool's edge, his body pressing closer. M/n could feel the instructor's heart beating against his own, the steady thump matching the tempo of their kisses. The sound of their breaths mingling with the water's echo filled the air, a symphony of desire that was as undeniable as the chemistry between them.

With a sudden surge of strength, Anton lifted M/n out of the water, his hands firm around his waist. M/n's legs automatically wrapped around the instructor's torso, his hands finding purchase on Anton's broad shoulders as he was set down onto the pool's edge. The coolness of the tiles against his backside was a stark contrast to the warmth of Anton's body.

Their kisses grew more fervent, their breaths mingling in the steamy air as the instructor's hand traveled down to the waistband of M/n's swimsuit. With a swift tug, the fabric was pulled down, exposing him to the coolness of the air. Anton took a step back, his eyes raking over M/n's form with a hunger that was unmistakable. M/n felt his cock pulse in anticipation, the salty water clinging to him only enhancing his arousal.

Without breaking eye contact, Anton reached down and wrapped his hand around M/n's erection. His grip was firm and sure, stroking him in a way that made M/n's toes curl. "I can tell you're eager," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down M/n's spine. "Let's see if you taste as good as you look."

With that, he dipped his head and took M/n into his mouth, the salty taste of the pool water mingling with the sweetness of his skin. The sensation was overwhelming, the gentle suction of Anton's lips and the flick of his tongue against the head of his cock making M/n's eyes roll back in his head. He moaned, the sound echoing in the empty pool area, bouncing off the tiles and making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Anton's mouth was a marvel of wet heat and pressure, his technique as skilled as any stroke he had taught in class. He took M/n's length deep, his throat muscles working around the shaft, his eyes never leaving M/n's. M/n's hands found their way into the instructor's hair, gripping the damp strands as he lost himself in the feeling of being worshipped by such a powerful man. The water droplets from their bodies shimmered in the light as they moved together, a silent ballet of passion and need.

The saltiness of M/n's skin from the pool water only served to heighten Anton's craving. He lapped at the tip of M/n's cock, savoring the tang of the pool that still clung to him. The taste was addictive, and he found himself eager for more, his mouth moving faster and more insistently. He could feel M/n's thighs tremble against his cheeks, his own cock growing with every whimper and gasp that escaped the student's lips. The pool's edge was slick beneath M/n's bare ass, and Anton had to grip his waist tightly to keep him from sliding into the water.

M/n's breath was ragged, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt the pleasure building inside him. He had never experienced anything like this before, the sensation of someone else's mouth on him was both thrilling and overwhelming. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his hips instinctively bucking up to meet Anton's skilled mouth. The water around them grew choppy as their movements grew more erratic, the waves lapping against the sides of the pool a testament to their passion.

Anton's other hand snaked around to cup M/n's ass, his strong fingers digging in as he pulled him closer. The added pressure was all it took to send M/n over the edge, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He cried out, the sound echoing in the cavernous room, the intensity of the release leaving him weak and panting. Anton swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving M/n's as he licked him clean, savoring the taste of victory.

"You look so pretty when you cum," Anton murmured, his voice thick with lust. Before M/n could fully process the words, the instructor had turned the tables, pulling him back into the pool. The water rushed around them as Anton bent him over the edge, the coolness of the tiles a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies.

Anton's hand traveled down M/n's spine, sending shivers through his already sensitized skin. His fingers traced the curve of M/n's ass before delving lower, teasing the tight pucker of his hole. M/n's eyes widened, his breath hitching as the sensation grew more intense. "I want to see how good you can take it," Anton said, his voice a dark promise.

M/n felt a flicker of apprehension, but the desire to please his instructor was stronger. He nodded, biting his bottom lip as Anton's finger breached the ring of muscle, the water making everything feel slippery and strange. The initial discomfort gave way to a growing need, his body opening to the intrusion. Anton's touch grew more assured, his movements slow and deliberate as he worked a second finger inside. The water lapped at their bodies, the splashing sounds a cacophony of passion and need.

With a final, teasing stroke, Anton removed his hand, leaving M/n feeling both empty and desperate for more. "Ready?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.

M/n nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. He felt the tip of Anton's cock press against him, the water providing a slippery barrier that only heightened the sensation. The instructor's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he pushed in slowly, the pressure making M/n gasp. The water sloshed around them as Anton took his time, inch by inch, filling M/n with his substantial length.

The feeling was unlike anything M/n had ever experienced, the water adding an unusual fullness and pressure. "It's… it's weird," he panted, his voice strained.

"Weird?" Anton repeated, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or amazing?"

M/n gasped as Anton's fingers curled inside him, hitting a spot that sent pleasure shooting through his body like a bolt of lightning. "Both," he managed to breathe out, his eyes squeezed shut.

Anton's smirk grew wider at the admission, and he leaned in to whisper against M/n's ear. "Then you're going to love this," he said, before pulling his fingers out and positioning the head of his cock at M/n's entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed inside, the water providing a natural lubricant as he claimed M/n's body.

The feeling of fullness was intense, the water's pressure adding an extra dimension to the sensation. M/n's eyes flew open, and he gasped at the sudden intrusion, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the pool. Anton was unrelenting, filling him completely as the waves of pleasure began to crash over him. He watched as M/n's face contorted with a mix of pleasure and surprise, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Relax," Anton murmured, his voice soothing despite the urgency of his actions. He began to move, his strokes long and slow, the water creating a gentle counterpoint to their movements. M/n's eyes fluttered shut again, his body adjusting to the new sensation. He could feel the water pushing against him, filling him even as Anton's cock stoked the fire of his desire. The sounds of their bodies moving together and the splash of the water grew louder, echoing through the empty pool area.

"You're doing so well," Anton praised, his breath hot against M/n's neck. His hand slid around to grip M/n's cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The sensation was too much, the dual pleasure points making M/n's body sing. He could feel the tension building again, his muscles tightening around Anton's shaft. "Cum for me," the instructor urged, his voice a dark rumble that seemed to resonate through the water.

M/n's eyes squeezed shut as he gave in to the feeling, the water splashing around them as he bucked back against Anton. He came hard, his release mixing with the chlorinated water, his body spasming with pleasure. Anton's grip on his hips tightened, his own orgasm following closely behind, his cock pulsing inside M/n. They remained like that for a moment, panting and spent, the water around them a frothy mess of passion.

When they finally separated, Anton leaned in to kiss M/n gently on the forehead before capturing his lips in a lingering kiss, the taste of the pool still on both of them. "Thank you," he murmured, his eyes filled with warmth. "That was… amazing."

M/n couldn't help but smile, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. He nodded, not quite trusting his voice to form coherent words just yet. Anton pulled back and offered a hand, helping M/n to stand on wobbly legs. They climbed out of the pool, the coolness of the tiles a stark contrast to the warmth of their bodies.

"You know, I've never quite enjoyed a swim that much," M/n quipped, his voice still shaky. Anton chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest, and playfully ruffled M/n's hair. "How about one more lap?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking at his own pun.

M/n rolled his eyes, the tension from earlier dissipating into the air. "If you're referring to the showers, I think I can manage," he said, a grin tugging at his lips. The two of them made their way to the locker room, the sound of their wet footsteps echoing through the space. Anton's hand remained on M/n's lower back, guiding him through the maze of lockers to the shower area.

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Mamacita where u been we miss u

Hey pookies! 😊 I just wanted to give you all a quick update. First off, I’m really sorry for being MIA lately! I promise I’m not gone for good. Life has thrown a bunch of school and family stuff my way, and I haven’t had the energy to write as much as I’d like. Thank you so much for your patience! I’ve been working on some of your requests, and I’m excited to share three of them with you today! You all mean so much to me! 💖

ALSO...Who else is excited for Stray Kids' mixtape tomorrow? I'm definitely staying up for it!

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Hello!! I love your stories!

Could you place an request for Heeseung x male reader? Wherever it is a type of enemies to fuckers,, Heeseung would feel jealous at times to see the reader with someone, in general Heeseung would be very possessive in someone who """hates""" (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

Hate That I Want U

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Paring: Enemies to Fuckers!Top!Heeseung x Member!Bttm!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

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"You're always hogging the spotlight," Heeseung grumbled, watching M/n charm their way through yet another interview. The young idol's laughter was infectious, and the interviewer's eyes sparkled with admiration. It was a dance Heeseung knew all too well—M/n's natural magnetism captivating everyone in the room.

M/n looked up, catching Heeseung's gaze. Their eyes met for a brief second before M/n's smile grew wider, as if challenging him to say it to his face. Heeseung clenched his fists, the heat rising to his cheeks. He couldn't deny the irritation he felt, but he also couldn't ignore the strange thrill that pulsed through him whenever they were at odds. It was like M/n knew exactly how to push his buttons—and enjoyed doing it.

After the interview wrapped up, Heeseung found himself unable to resist the urge to confront M/n. "What do you think you're playing at?" he hissed as the other members dispersed. "Stealing the show like that?"

M/n raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair with a casual air. "Just doing my job, sunbae." The way he said it, all sugary sweet with a hint of sass, only made Heeseung's blood boil more. "If you've got a problem with it, maybe you should work on your own charm."

Heeseung's jaw tightened. "Don't patronize me," he snapped. "I don't need to steal attention. I earn it."

M/n's eyes narrowed, the playfulness in them replaced with a hint of steel. "Oh, I see. So you think you're above me?"

Heeseung stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're the one acting like you're on top of the world. And let me tell you, that's not where you belong."

M/n's smirk grew. "Is that so? Then maybe you should come down from your high horse and show me what you're really made of." The challenge in his voice was unmistakable.

Heeseung felt the tension coil in his stomach, an unfamiliar mix of anger and something else—desire. He didn't know what had come over him, but he couldn't ignore the way M/n's words made his pulse race. "Fine," he bit out. "If that's what you want, I'll show you."

Jungwon, the group's leader, stepped between them, a hand on each of their shoulders. "Guys, come on," he said, his voice a calm reprimand. "This isn't the time or the place."

Heeseung took a step back, his eyes never leaving M/n's. "We're not done," he said through gritted teeth.

M/n simply shrugged, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Looking forward to it," he replied, his voice dripping with the promise of a fight.

The next day, backstage at a music show, the tension between Heeseung and M/n was palpable. They'd barely spoken since their heated exchange, the air thick with the electricity of unspoken words. As the members of ENHYPEN and TXT mingled, Heeseung couldn't help but steal glances at M/n, his frustration simmering below the surface.

The moment came when they were called to rehearse, one last time, their collaborative stage units : (M/n & Yeonjun) (Heeseung, Taehyun & Sunghoon) (Jake, Beomgyu & Jay) (Soobin & Niki) (Huening Kai, Sunoo & Jungwon). As Heeseung watched M/n and Yeonjun run through their routine, something snapped. The way M/n's body moved so effortlessly, the way Yeonjun's eyes followed him, it was too much. Jealousy and desire collided within him like a volatile storm, the pressure building until he could no longer contain it.

It was the last performance left, M/n and Yeonjun's unit. Heeseung watched from the side as M/n and Yeonjun's chemistry sizzled on stage. The way M/n's hips rolled, the way Yeonjun's eyes devoured him, it was a performance that had the audience screaming and the fan cams flashing. Heeseung felt his hands clench into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He couldn't stand the sight of it—how easily M/n stole the spotlight, how naturally he flirted with the very air around him.

As the performance drew to a close and the cheers grew deafening, Heeseung's jealousy boiled over. He waited for the crowd to die down, for the other members to congratulate M/n, and for the stage to clear. And then, as the lights dimmed and the cameras switched off, Heeseung made his move.

He stormed into M/n's private dressing room, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell was that?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

M/n looked up from where he was toweling off his sweat-drenched hair, surprise flickering in his eyes before they darkened with something Heeseung hadn't seen before—desire. "Just giving the fans what they want," M/n replied, his voice low and sultry."Isn't that what we're all here for Hyung?"

Heeseung's breath hitched at the blatant provocation, the way M/n's eyes roamed over his body as if he were the one on stage. The room felt smaller, the air thick with the scent of their combined sweat and the lingering tension that had been building between them for weeks.

"You think you're so fucking hot, don't you?" Heeseung spat out, unable to mask the tremor in his voice. "Strutting around like you own the place."

M/n's smile was knowing, a silent dare. "Do I?" He stood up, closing the space between them. His eyes never left Heeseung's, the challenge in them unmistakable.

Heeseung's chest tightened, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was acutely aware of M/n's proximity, the heat of his body, the scent of his cologne—sharp and spicy—invading his personal space. "You know you do," he said, his voice hoarse. "It's all everyone talks about."

M/n reached out and placed a hand on Heeseung's chest, his touch feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of electricity through Heeseung's body. "Is that why you're so upset?" he murmured, his voice a purr. "Because everyone's looking at me?"

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, Heeseung felt like he could drown in the depths of M/n's gaze. He could see the mischief dancing in them, the way they seemed to say, 'I know exactly what you're feeling, and I'm enjoying every second of it.' He wanted to shove M/n away, to wipe that smug look off his face, so he turned M/n around and bent him against the table, pressing their bodies together.

M/n gasped, Heeseung's breath hot against his neck. "Is this what you want?" Heeseung taunted, his voice thick with lust. "To be punished for being such a brat?"

M/n's heart raced, his breathing shallow. He didn't resist as Heeseung's hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his abs through his damp shirt. "Hyung!" he protested weakly, but his voice was laced with excitement.

Heeseung leaned in closer, his teeth grazing M/n's ear. "You drive me crazy," he murmured, his breath hot and tickling. "I hate it, but I can't get enough of you."

M/n's body responded before he could even form a coherent thought, his breath hitching as Heeseung's hands continued to explore. He felt the firm pressure of Heeseung's dick against his back, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks—his sunbae wanted him, and not just in the way of a rivalry. It was raw, animalistic attraction.

"Then why don't you do something about it?" M/n shot back, his voice a challenge. He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill was too intense to ignore.

Heeseung's grip tightened on M/n's hips, his mind racing. He knew he should stop, that this was a line they couldn't uncross, but the desire that had been festering within him was too strong. "You want me to fuck you until you can't even remember your own lines?" he growled, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it.

M/n's eyes widened, but instead of pushing him away, he leaned back, his body arching into Heeseung's touch. "I bet your lame excuse for a dick couldn't even make me cum," he retorted, the challenge in his voice unmistakable.

Heeseung's grip tightened, the dare in M/n's words making him harder than he'd ever been. "We'll see about that," he whispered, his hands moving to unbuckle M/n's pants. The younger idol's breath caught as Heeseung's fingers brushed against the growing bulge in his underwear.

M/n's eyes fluttered shut, his body betraying his words as Heeseung pulled his cock free, stroking it roughly. He couldn't believe this was happening—his rival, his sunbae, the one person he'd been trying to ignore for so long, was touching him like this. But it felt so good, so right, that he couldn't bring himself to stop it.

Heeseung's touch was surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his words. He stroked M/n with a practiced ease that had the younger idol biting his lip to stifle a moan. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the tension in Heeseung's body, the tremble in his hand, and it only served to make him more turned on.

"You like that?" Heeseung murmured, his breath hot against M/n's neck. "You like it when I touch you like this?"

M/n's only response was a whimper of pleasure, his body trembling in Heeseung's grasp. He knew he should push him away, but the sensation was too much to resist. The room was a cocoon of desire, the tension of their rivalry giving way to something more primal.

Heeseung's hand moved faster, his thumb circling the sensitive head of M/n's cock. The younger idol leaned back into him, his body begging for more, even as his mind screamed for him to regain control. "You're so fucking beautiful," Heeseung breathed into M/n's ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine.

M/n's eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting Heeseung's in the mirror. The raw hunger in his sunbae's eyes was unmistakable, and it sent a thrill through him that was equal parts terror and excitement. "I-I'm not," he stuttered, his voice a breathless whisper.

Heeseung smirked, his strokes growing more insistent. "Lying won't do you any good here," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I know exactly how much you want this."

M/n couldn't deny the truth in Heeseung's words. His cock was hard and leaking precum, his body eagerly responding to the older idol's touch. But he didn't want to admit it, not like this. He turned to face Heeseung, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Prove it," he dared, pushing back against the hand that held him.

Heeseung's smirk grew, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, his teeth catching M/n's earlobe in a gentle nip. "With pleasure," he murmured, his hand going to his cock, stroking it to full hardness. He pushed M/n's pants down further, exposing his firm ass to the cool air. M/n's breath hitched, his cheeks flushing at the blatant display of dominance.

M/n felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as Heeseung's hand moved from his cock to his ass, spreading his cheeks apart. He had never been taken like this before, but something about the way Heeseung was claiming him—like he owned every inch of his body—was intoxicating. He could feel the older idol's dick pressing against him, hot and demanding, and his own cock twitched in response.

Heeseung's hand slipped lower, teasing M/n's hole with a slick digit. "So tight," he murmured, his voice filled with a possessive need that made M/n's toes curl. "I bet you're going to feel so good around me."

M/n's eyes squeezed shut as Heeseung's finger breached him, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that had his knees buckling slightly. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, his body already begging for more. He could feel the head of Heeseung's cock nudging against his entrance, the blunt pressure making him shiver.

"Ready?" Heeseung's voice was a low, seductive growl, the question more of a demand than anything else.

M/n nodded, his breath shallow, his eyes never leaving Heeseung's in the mirror. He felt the pressure increase as Heeseung's cock began to push inside him, the stretching sensation both agonizing and exhilarating. He couldn't believe he was letting this happen, but the desire to feel Heeseung's dominance over him was too much to resist.

With one swift motion, Heeseung pushed all the way in, making M/n gasp. The older idol's grip on his hips tightened, his teeth sinking into M/n's shoulder as he held still for a moment, giving him time to adjust. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overtaken by the feeling of fullness, of being claimed by someone who had always been just out of reach.

M/n's nails dug into the dressing table, his breaths coming in short, sharp pants. He could feel every inch of Heeseung, the thickness of him filling him completely. "F-uck," he murmured, the word a plea and a curse all at once.

Heeseung pulled back slowly, watching M/n's face in the mirror, savoring the look of ecstasy and pain. "That's it," he coaxed, his voice a dark whisper. "Take it all."

M/n's eyes watered as Heeseung began to move, his hips snapping in a rhythm that was punishing and precise. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through him, making his legs shake. He could feel the tension in Heeseung's body, the way his abs tensed with each movement, and it only served to spur him on.

Heeseung's strokes grew deeper, more demanding, his hand reaching around to grip M/n's cock in time with his thrusts. The younger idol couldn't help but moan, his body moving in sync with Heeseung's, his own hand reaching back to grip the older idol's hip, urging him faster.

Their eyes remained locked in the mirror, the reflection a warping blur of desire and anger. Each thrust was a declaration of power, a silent admission of the attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, their harsh breaths, and the occasional moan that slipped past their clenched teeth.

M/n's body began to move of its own accord, pushing back against Heeseung's invasive cock, begging for more despite the burn. His own hand wrapped around his dick, stroking in time with Heeseung's punishing rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with every stroke.

Heeseung's grip on M/n's hips grew bruising as he slammed into him, his eyes never leaving their reflection. "You're going to cum for me," he ordered, his voice gruff and demanding. "You're going to show everyone who you really belong to."

M/n's eyes rolled back in his head, the sensations overwhelming him. He didn't know if he could handle much more, but the thought of denying Heeseung anything was unbearable. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. "Hyung," he gasped, his voice trembling. "Please…"

Heeseung leaned in closer, his breath hot against M/n's neck. "What do you want?" he taunted, his voice low and velvety. "You want me to fill you up until you can't take it anymore?"

M/n's eyes snapped open, the fire in his gaze matching the heat between their bodies. "Yes!" he hissed, the word a desperate plea. "I want to feel you everywhere."

Heeseung's pace grew frenzied, his hand moving in tandem with his hips, stroking M/n's cock mercilessly. "You're going to scream my name," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise. "You're going to remember this every time you perform with him."

M/n's eyes widened at the mention of Yeonjun, but the anger it brought only served to fuel his arousal. He threw his head back, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he came, his hot cum spurting over the dressing table, mixing with the sweat that coated their bodies. Heeseung watched the display with a smug smile, his own climax not far behind.

Their bodies remained entwined, both trying to catch their breath, the silence in the room deafening. Heeseung's hand remained wrapped around M/n's still-hard cock, his own dick buried deep inside the younger idol. They were both panting, sweat glistening on their skin, the scent of sex thick in the air.

M/n's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shock, pleasure, and a strange sense of satisfaction. He had never allowed himself to be so vulnerable before, especially not with someone he had such a tumultuous relationship with. But as Heeseung slowly withdrew, leaving him feeling empty, he realized he didn't regret a single moment of it.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with the aftermath of their encounter. Heeseung took a step back, his eyes still locked on M/n's in the mirror, his chest heaving. The desire in his gaze had transformed into something else—a mix of possessiveness and uncertainty.

M/n's breathing evened out, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He straightened up, pulling his pants up with shaky hands. He could feel the wetness on his thighs, a testament to their explosive encounter. He turned to face Heeseung, his expression unreadable. "What now?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Heeseung looked at him, his own eyes dark and unreadable. He didn't know what to say—the raw emotion coursing through him was a tangle of anger, lust, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Now," he said, his voice gruff, "we clean up and pretend like this never happened."

M/n nodded, his cheeks flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment. He knew Heeseung was right—what had happened between them was explosive, and it couldn't be undone. They had to keep it a secret, for the sake of their group, their careers, and their "friendship".

The two of them cleaned up in tense silence, the reality of what they had just done weighing heavily on their shoulders. As Heeseung zipped up his pants, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret—not for the act itself, but for the mess they had created. Their rivalry had always been a dance of fire and ice, but this was something else entirely.

M/n stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes glazed over with a mix of disbelief and desire. He had never allowed anyone to touch him like that, to claim him so completely. He knew he should be furious, but all he felt was a strange sense of… completeness.

Heeseung turned away first, avoiding M/n's gaze as he grabbed his shirt from the chair. He knew that if he looked into those eyes again, he'd be lost. He couldn't explain the possessive need that had overtaken him, or the way his heart was racing in his chest. This wasn't supposed to happen—not with M/n, not like this.

M/n watched Heeseung leave, his own heart racing. He felt a strange mix of emotions. He was hurt by Heeseung's coldness, but also intrigued by the intensity of their encounter. He knew that Heeseung wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and in a twisted way, this was his way of claiming victory.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Hii, I often read your stories and I really like them. I was wondering if you could do a shy and very feminine female reader doing it for the first time with an experienced G!P Momo please

Listen to Unnie

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Genre: Smut

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A/n: This is one of two fanfics I'm posting today. I won't be taking any more requests until I finish the ones I already have in my drafts, which are currently collecting dust. You can still make requests, but please keep in mind that they probably won't be written and posted for a while.

Also, can you believe it’s been a whole year since my first fic? I just wanted to give a huge thank you to all of you for supporting me and my writing. It means the world to me!

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The practice room was filled with the faint scent of sweat and the lingering aroma of freshly applied makeup, the air thick with the anticipation of their upcoming comeback. Y/n, dressed in a baby pink hoodie and matching shorts, nervously fidgeted with her fingers. She looked up at Momo, who was casually leaning against the wall with one hand in her pocket and the other playing with the hem of her black tank top.

Momo's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took in the flustered state of the youngest member. She sauntered over to the couch and plopped down."Come on, Y/n, let's go over that part of the choreography again," she said with a grin, Y/n's cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink.

Y/n got back into position, her heart racing. She couldn't shake the feeling that Momo had something more than practice on her mind, but she brushed it off as nerves. She started to run through the routine, her movements tentative and unsure. Momo watched intently, her gaze flickering between Y/n's face and her ass, which was bouncing slightly with each step. As the beat dropped, Y/n froze. She had messed up the sequence again, and she could feel Momo's eyes burning into her.

Momo stepped closer, her body heat enveloping Y/n. "You're too stiff," she murmured, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. "You need to relax and feel the music." Before Y/n could react, Momo's hand was on her hip, guiding her through the steps, their bodies moving in sync. The friction between them grew, the air crackling with an undeniable tension that neither of them could ignore.

The older idol leaned in, her soft pink lips brushing against Y/n's, surprising the youngest member. Y/n's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into the kiss, her inexperience shimmering like a new star in the vast sky of Momo's expertise. Momo's hand traveled up to the back of Y/n's neck, pulling her closer as their tongues danced together, exploring each other with a gentle yet insistent curiosity.

Breaking the kiss, Momo's eyes searched Y/n's, looking for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, she smiled, her teeth slightly grazing the younger girl's bottom lip. "You're so sweet," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

Y/n's heart thudded in her chest as she felt Momo's hand slip under her hoodie, her fingers tracing the soft skin of her stomach before moving to untie the drawstring of her shorts. With surprising deftness, Momo pulled them down, leaving Y/n's cute little panties as the only barrier between her and the cool air of the practice room. Y/n gasped as Momo's hand cupped her, feeling her warmth and the dampness that had pooled there.

Momo's eyes never left hers as she leaned in to nip at her bottom lip, a playful smirk on her face. "You're so wet, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Does the thought of me making you feel good turn you on?"

Y/n nodded, her voice a barely audible whisper. She was lost in the moment, unsure of how they had gone from rehearsing to this, but she didn't want it to stop. She could feel the heat of Momo's body, her breath, her touch. It was intoxicating.

Momo's hand slipped into the waistband of Y/n's panties, her long, slender fingers sliding down to stroke the wetness that had gathered between her folds. Y/n's breath hitched, and she felt her knees wobble slightly. Momo chuckled, the sound low and warm, before her thumb found its way to Y/n's clit. She began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, her eyes never leaving the younger girl's face as she watched for any signs of discomfort or pleasure.

Momo led Y/n over to the couch, their bodies still entwined. She sat down, gently pushing Y/n's knees apart and settling herself between them. With a smoldering gaze, she leaned in to kiss her again, their tongues tangling together as she continued to tease her clit. Y/n's breaths grew ragged, and she could feel herself getting closer to the edge.

"Momo, I've never… done this before," Y/n stuttered, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.

Momo paused, her hand hovering over Y/n's trembling thigh. "It's okay, Jagiya," she assured her, her voice velvety and soothing. "I'll take care of you. Just listen to Unnie." She gently eased the fabric of Y/n's panties aside, revealing the soft pinkness beneath. Y/n's eyes fluttered shut as Momo's mouth descended upon her, kissing and licking a trail down her stomach.

Momo's tongue flicked over Y/n's clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Y/n gasped, her hands reflexively reaching for Momo's hair. She was unsure of what to do, but the feeling was so overwhelmingly good that she didn't care. Momo's mouth closed over her, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure. Y/n's hips bucked, and she let out a soft moan, her body responding instinctively to the older girl's ministrations.

Momo looked up, her eyes dark with desire, and whispered, "You're doing so well, just keep letting go." She inserted a single finger into Y/n's tight pussy, the wetness allowing for easy entry. The youngest member's eyes widened, but she didn't protest. Instead, she began to rock her hips in time with Momo's movements, the sensation of being filled both thrilling and terrifying.

Momo's eyes locked onto Y/n's, her gaze intense and unwavering. "Tell me if it feels good," she encouraged, her voice thick with want.

Y/n nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as Momo's tongue swirled around her clit. Each flick and suck sent waves of sensation crashing through her, and she couldn't hold back the soft, feminine whimpers that escaped her lips. The feeling was so new, so overwhelmingly good that she didn't know how much more she could take.

Momo's eyes grew darker with every sound Y/n made, her own arousal evident as she worked her finger in and out of the younger girl's tight pussy. She curled it slightly, finding that special spot inside her, and Y/n's body responded with a shudder. "There it is," Momo murmured, her voice full of satisfaction. She knew she had found Y/n's G-spot.

Y/n's breathing grew more erratic as Momo's finger danced inside her, the pleasure building into a crescendo. Her body tensed, and she felt the beginnings of an orgasm wash over her. She was about to ask Momo to stop, but the words got caught in her throat as Momo added a second finger, stretching her even further.

"M-Momo," she managed to stutter out, trying to push her head away, but her legs only tightened around Momo's neck, drawing her closer.

Momo chuckled against her sensitive flesh, the vibration sending another shockwave through her body. "You don't have to hold back, baby," she encouraged, her voice muffled by the fabric of Y/n's panties. "I want to hear you."

With a final, desperate attempt to maintain her dignity, Y/n buried her face in the cushions of the couch, muffling her cries. But it was no use; the pleasure was too much. Her body spasmed, and she squirted into Momo's eager mouth, soaking her. Momo groaned in pleasure, the taste of Y/n's arousal driving her wild. She didn't stop, licking and sucking until the youngest member's legs were trembling and she was whimpering for mercy.

Pulling away, Momo's eyes were alight with passion as she surveyed her handiwork. Y/n's pussy was red and swollen, glistening with a mix of sweat and desire. The young idol looked up at her, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. Momo smirked, standing up to reveal the tent in her own shorts. "Looks like you liked it," she said, her voice playful.

Y/n couldn't help but nod, her eyes never leaving Momo's face. "What's next?" she asked, her voice shaky with anticipation.

Momo leaned back, a smug smile playing on her lips as she assessed the situation. "Well, we can't have you lying there like that and not do anything about it," she said, her eyes darkening with desire. She reached down and adjusted the bulge in her shorts, making it clear what was next.

Y/n felt a thrill of excitement and fear at the same time. She had never seen Momo like this before, so confident and commanding. It was a stark contrast to the sweet, supportive unnie she knew from their group activities, but it was incredibly alluring. She watched as Momo unbuttoned her shorts, her eyes never leaving Y/n's.

Momo's cock was revealed, and Y/n's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was a beautiful shade of pink, glistening with lubricant and standing tall. The older member stepped closer, her hand caressing the shaft gently. "Ready for the main act?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Y/n nodded, her curiosity piqued. She had never seen anything like it before, but she trusted Momo implicitly. The Japanese idol positioned herself over Y/n, her cock pointing at the juncture of her thighs. "Just relax," Momo murmured, her hand sliding up to cradle Y/n's face. "I'll go slow."

With that, she began to press her cock against Y/n's opening, the tip sliding through her folds and coating it in her arousal. Y/n gasped, the sensation foreign yet exhilarating. She felt the head of Momo's cock nudge at her entrance, and she tensed up instinctively. "It's okay," Momo whispered, her thumb tracing soothing circles on Y/n's cheek. "You're so tight, baby."

Momo pushed in gently, inch by inch, her cock stretching Y/n's tightness. Y/n's eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. It hurt, but it was a pain that seemed to meld with the pleasure, creating a cocktail of sensations that was intoxicating. "Relax," Momo murmured, her free hand resting on Y/n's hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she began to rock her hips.

Slowly, so slowly, the pain gave way to a delicious fullness. Y/n's body started to adjust, her muscles wrapping around Momo's cock like a warm, wet embrace. She felt a sense of awe, of being filled in a way she had never been before. Momo's movements grew more deliberate, her eyes never leaving Y/n's face as she watched for any signs of distress or discomfort. But all she saw was the youngest member's trust and willingness to experience something new.

The room was a symphony of soft gasps and muffled moans as Momo began to pick up the pace, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. Y/n's leg remained draped over Momo's shoulder, granting her deeper access, while her other hand held onto the armrest of the couch tightly, knuckles white with the effort of staying still. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body, and she couldn't help but whimper with every penetration.

Momo leaned down to capture Y/n's lips again, her own breathing ragged. Their kisses grew more urgent as the pace of their lovemaking increased. Y/n's hands roamed up Momo's back, feeling the slickness of sweat and the firmness of muscle beneath her fingertips. The older member's cock filled her completely, stretching her in the most delicious way possible, and she found herself matching Momo's movements, her hips rising to meet each powerful thrust.

Momo's hand traveled back down to Y/n's clit, her thumb resuming the relentless circles that had brought her to the brink before. Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned into their kiss, the sensation of being touched there while filled so completely overwhelming. She felt a second orgasm building, stronger than the first, and she clung to Momo, her nails digging into her back as she whispered, "D-on't ssstop."

Momo's rhythm grew erratic as she felt Y/n's pussy clench around her cock, the younger girl's body shaking with the force of her climax. She groaned, the vibrations sending a shiver down her spine as she continued to pump into her, eager to reach her own peak. "You're so good," she murmured, her voice strained with passion. "So, so good."

Their kisses grew sloppier, their breaths mingling in a desperate dance. Y/n's eyes searched Momo's, a silent question hanging between them. Momo read the unspoken words, the need for reassurance, and whispered, "It's okay, Jagiya. I've got you."

With that, she pushed into Y/n one final time, burying her cock as deep as it would go. Y/n felt the warmth of Momo's release flood her, the sensation sending her own body over the edge once more. She screamed into the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut, as waves of pleasure washed over her. Momo's thrusts grew shallower, her breathing ragged as she rode out her orgasm, her fingers still working Y/n's clit with an expert touch.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined and trembling with the aftershocks of their shared climax. The room was silent except for the sound of their labored breaths and the distant thump of music from the neighboring practice room. Momo pulled out slowly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she did so. She leaned down to press a soft kiss to Y/n's forehead, her hand still resting between her legs, feeling the last of her spasms subside.

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her that was different from the passion that had just consumed her. She was surprised to find that she felt safe, protected even. She looked up at Momo, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and love. "That was…" she trailed off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of the experience.

Momo chuckled, a warm sound that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. She leaned in to kiss her again, this time more tenderly. "It's just the beginning, baby," she whispered against her lips. "But for now, let's clean up and get you dressed."

[glassfrogforest]

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[bangchansdirty-slut]

Psycho Killer

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Paring: Top!GP!SerialKiller!Winter x Bttm!Therapist!Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Winter, a notorious serial killer, becomes obsessed with her therapist, Y/n, while attending sessions for childhood trauma. After killing Y/n’s untrustworthy girlfriend in a jealous rage, Winter, wearing her killer’s mask, breaks into Y/n’s home, ready to reveal her twisted devotion.

More: Masterlist

A/n: My mom grounded me, so I can only use my computer at school, so I wrote this at school.

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"Is it always going to be like this?" Winter's voice was a cool breeze, devoid of emotion as she sat in the chair opposite Y/n, her therapist. She toyed with the ends of her ginger hair, her eyes a frosty blue that seemed to peer into the depths of Y/n's soul.

Y/n leaned forward, her eyes full of empathy. "Every session is a step forward, Winter. Sometimes it feels like two steps back, but trust the process." Her voice was a gentle coax, the room a cocoon of safety.

Winter's gaze sharpened. "You don't understand. The world outside is a minefield, and everyone's just waiting to blow me up." Her words were a stark contrast to the serene office, the walls lined with diplomas and the scent of lavender candles trying to soothe the air.

Y/n nodded, maintaining eye contact. "Your trust issues are valid, but let's explore them together. What happened in your past that makes you feel so… unsafe?"

Winter's eyes narrowed, a hint of anger flashing through them. "You're not special," she said, her voice a low growl. "You're just like everyone else."

Y/n remained unfazed, her expression calm and understanding. "I know you've been hurt, but I'm here to help you heal."

Winter's grip tightened on the armrests, her jaw clenching. "You can't fix me," she spat, a flicker of pain crossing her face.

Y/n's voice remained steady. "I'm not here to fix you, Winter. I'm here to listen and guide you through the healing process."

Winter's icy demeanor cracked slightly, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerability beneath. "Why do you even care?" she murmured, the question hanging in the air like a shard of broken ice.

Y/n leaned back in her chair, a small smile playing on her lips. "Because everyone deserves to live without fear, to find happiness. That's what therapy is about."

Winter studied her for a moment, then sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "Fine," she said, her voice softer. "Let's talk."

Their sessions grew more intense as the weeks passed, a dance of words and emotions that saw Winter slowly peeling back the layers of her armor. Y/n was patient, a beacon of light in the cold, dark labyrinth of Winter's psyche. The therapist's office became a sanctuary where the frosty facade of the killer melted away, revealing a girl desperately yearning for connection.

Winter spoke of her childhood, her words a frostbitten whisper of pain and betrayal. Each session chipped away at the wall she had built, the ice queen slowly thawing before Y/n's warmth. Y/n's empathy was a balm to her tortured soul, and she found herself craving the gentle touch of understanding that only her therapist seemed to provide.

One evening, as the sun bled into the sky, painting the horizon with crimson hues, Winter lay in wait outside Y/n's apartment. She had followed her from the office, curiosity and something darker coiling in her stomach. Through the crack in the blinds, she watched as Y/n's girlfriend arrived, her laughter too bright, too false.

Winter's heart turned to ice. She knew the type—charming, manipulative, the kind that would leave scars. Her fists clenched around the handle of her signature knife, the cold steel a comforting weight. This couldn't stand. Y/n was hers to protect, to cherish. That night, as the shadows grew long, she made her decision.

The following session, Winter was unusually quiet, her eyes distant and haunted. Y/n sensed a shift, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. She waited, letting the silence stretch taut between them, giving Winter the space to speak when she was ready.

"I had a… a disturbing dream," Winter finally said, her voice shaky. "It was about someone dying."

Y/n leaned in, her eyes searching Winter's face for clues. "Tell me about it," she urged, her voice a soothing lilt.

Winter took a deep, shuddering breath. "It was you," she said, her gaze dropping to her interlaced fingers. "Someone was hurting you, and I couldn't stop them."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. "It's okay," she soothed, her voice a warm caress. "It's just a dream."

Winter looked up, her eyes a tempest of emotions. "But what if it's not?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What if I can't control the monster inside me?"

Y/n reached out, her hand hovering over Winter's. "You're not a monster, you're just lost," she said firmly. "We'll find your way together."

Winter's eyes searched Y/n's, and she saw something she hadn't before—hope. It was a dangerous emotion, one she had long ago buried under layers of anger and fear. But here it was, pulsing through her veins like a trapped animal desperate to break free.

"I want to believe you," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Y/n nodded, her hand now resting gently on Winter's. "You can, Winter. We'll do this together."

But Winter's thoughts were spiraling. Her obsession grew with every beat of her heart, and she knew she couldn't let anyone else hurt Y/n. She needed to be the one in control. She needed Y/n to be hers and only hers.

That night, she watched as Y/n's girlfriend left her house, her eyes following the taunting sway of her hips. Winter knew what she had to do. With the precision of a seasoned predator, she stalked the girlfriend through the quiet streets, her rage a silent symphony in her ears.

The girlfriend's screams pierced the night as Winter attacked, her movements swift and methodical. The knife sliced through the air, and with each cut, she felt a piece of her own pain dissipate. The girlfriend's eyes widened in horror, realizing too late the gravity of her actions. Winter's face was a mask of cold determination, her heart a block of ice as she watched the life drain from the woman's body.

When it was over, she returned to her own apartment, the echoes of the girlfriend's screams still ringing in her ears. She showered, scrubbing away the blood and the guilt, but the feeling of satisfaction lingered, a dark blossom in her chest. Winter knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. Y/n was safe now, free from the clutches of a woman who didn't deserve her.

The next session with Y/n was fraught with tension. Winter sat in the chair, the weight of her secret pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. She watched her therapist with a mix of longing and fear, her eyes hungry for the warmth she knew she didn't deserve.

Y/n noticed the change in her patient, the subtle shifts in body language and tone. "Winter," she said, her voice a gentle prod. "What's on your mind today?"

Winter's eyes flicked to the floor, then back up to meet Y/n's. "It's nothing," she said, her voice a brittle lie. "Just… stress."

Y/n nodded, her gaze unwavering. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Winter swallowed hard, the taste of bile rising in her throat. She had killed for Y/n, had become the monster she feared she was to protect the one person who had ever offered her kindness. Yet she found herself unable to speak the truth. "No," she said, her voice a hollow echo. "It's just… personal."

Y/n's gaze softened, her hand reaching out to cover Winter's. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Winter nodded, her throat tight. "I know," she croaked. But she couldn't. Not this. Not yet. The lie sat heavy on her tongue, a cold, dead weight.

The following week, Y/n noticed a newfound tension in Winter's demeanor. Her eyes darted around the room, and she was jumpy, her responses clipped and curt. Y/n's concern grew with every passing minute, her gut telling her that something was very wrong.

"Winter," she said softly, her eyes searching the other woman's face. "What happened?"

Winter's jaw tightened, her eyes flickering to the side. "It's nothing," she murmured, her voice a whisper of a storm. "I just… had a rough week."

Y/n leaned in, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "You can share anything with me," she said, her voice a warm embrace. "I'm here to help."

Winter took a deep breath, the walls of her heart threatening to crumble under the weight of her obsession. "It's just… I can't shake these thoughts," she admitted, her voice strained. "These… dark thoughts."

Y/n's eyes searched hers, a silent plea for her to continue. "Thoughts about what, Winter?"

Winter took a shaky breath, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. "Thoughts about… protecting you," she said, her voice a whisper. "Thoughts about what I would do to anyone who tries to hurt you."

Y/n's eyes widened, a chill running down her spine. "Winter, you don't have to do anything like that. I can handle my own problems."

Winter's gaze grew intense, her eyes burning with a fiery determination. "You don't understand," she said, her voice a low growl. "They don't get to hurt you. No one does."

Y/n felt a strange mix of fear and comfort at the possessive tone in Winter's voice. "Who are 'they'?" she asked, her voice a gentle coax.

Winter leaned forward, her eyes blazing. "The ones who don't deserve you," she said, her voice a deadly whisper. "The ones who hurt you, betray you."

Y/n's heart raced as she realized the depth of Winter's obsession. "What have you done?" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Winter's eyes searched Y/n's, desperation clinging to every word. "I've taken care of it," she said, her tone final. "You don't have to worry about 'they' anymore."

Y/n's heart hammered in her chest. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"The session is over Y/n," Winter said abruptly, her eyes hardening. "Remember, It was all for you."

Y/n nodded, the weight of unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air. As Winter left, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled into her bones. The girlfriend's sudden disappearance had made the local news, but the thought of her being involved never once crossed her mind.

Y/n went home that night with a sense of dread coiling in her stomach. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Winter had done something terrible, all in the twisted name of protecting her. The house was eerily quiet, the usual comfort of her sanctuary now feeling suffocating. She poured herself a glass of wine, trying to dull the edge of her anxiety.

As she sat at her desk in her bedroom, Y/n's thoughts raced. Her mind was a tornado of doubt and fear, swirling around the words Winter had left unsaid. The quiet hum of the city outside her window did little to soothe her racing heart. Her eyes fell upon the framed photo of her and her girlfriend, now a haunting reminder of a happiness that felt like a distant memory.

With trembling hands, she picked up the phone and dialed her girlfriend's number, the ringtone echoing through the empty apartment. It went straight to voicemail. Her heart plummeted. Something was wrong. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she couldn't ignore the sinking feeling that her world was about to shatter.

That very same night, the masked Winter found herself standing outside Y/n's apartment, the cold steel of her knife pressing against her palm. The darkness whispered to her, egging her on. She couldn't ignore the siren call of her obsession. It was time to reveal her true self, to show Y/n that she was the one worthy of her love and trust.

With a silent prayer to the moon, she slipped inside, the shadows welcoming her like a long-lost friend. The apartment was a maze of shadows and memories, each step bringing her closer to the woman who had unwittingly captured her heart.

Winter moved with the grace of a ghost, the mask she wore a silent declaration of her intentions. Her eyes searched the darkness, seeking out the room where Y/n lay, oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows. Her heart thundered in her chest, a drumbeat of anticipation and fear. The need to be close to Y/n had grown into an obsession, a hunger that gnawed at her soul. She had to show her that she was the only one who truly cared.

As she approached the bedroom door, she heard the faint sound of Y/n’s voice, a whisper in the dark. She paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob, her breaths shallow and quick. The sound grew louder, and she realized it was Y/n's voice on the phone, desperate and fearful.

"Hello? Hello? Where are you?" Y/n's voice was a raw, trembling plea. Winter's heart clenched at the sound, a mix of satisfaction and guilt. She knew she had to act. She couldn't let Y/n suffer any longer. With the grace of a panther, she entered the room, the moon casting a silver glow across the bed.

Y/n jumped at the sudden intrusion, Winter's hand flying to her mouth to stifle a scream. She looked up to see the masked figure standing over her, the cold moonlight glinting off the blade in her hand. Her eyes grew wide with terror, the phone slipping from her grip and clattering to the floor.

Winter took a step closer, her eyes peering into Y/n's terrified gaze. Slowly, she reached up and removed the mask, her own eyes brimming with a fervent mix of love and fear. "It's me," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "It's just me."

Y/n stared at her, recognition dawning in her eyes. She pushed herself back against the headboard, the fear slowly morphing into anger. "What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed, her voice shaking.

Winter's grip on the knife tightened, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. "I came for you," she said, her voice low and intense. "To show you that I'm the only one who truly cares for you, who will keep you safe." She caressed Y/n's cheek with the back of her hand, the cold steel of the knife a stark contrast to her warm touch.

Y/n's breath hitched, a mix of anger and confusion clouding her vision. "What are you talking about?" she spat out, pushing Winter's hand away. "You're just my patient. You don't know me like that."

Winter's expression grew pained. "You don't understand," she whispered, her voice filled with a desperation that chilled Y/n to the core. "I know everything about you. Your favorite shows, your favorite book, the way you take your coffee. I've studied you, Y/n. I know you better than anyone."

Y/n's heart hammered against her ribs as she took in the madness in Winter's eyes. "What have you done?" she choked out, her voice trembling with fear.

Winter raised the knife, the blood stained blade glinting in the moonlight. "I've removed the one who didn't deserve you," she said, her voice a soft growl. "Your girlfriend, the one who hurt you. She can't hurt you anymore."

Y/n's eyes went wide with horror as the pieces fell into place. "No," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Winter, no."

Winter's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions raging behind the icy facade. "You don't understand," she said, her voice a desperate plea. "I did it for us."

Y/n's eyes grew colder than the steel blade. "Get out," she snarled, her voice laced with venom.

Winter's hand wavered, the knife still poised dangerously close to Y/n's face. "But I did it for you," she repeated, the desperation in her tone growing stronger. "I couldn't let her hurt you."

Y/n's voice was like a whip cracking through the air. "Get out of my house, and get help," she ordered, her voice shaking with rage and fear. "You're not the person I thought you were."

Winter's hand lowered, the knife clattering to the floor. Her eyes searched Y/n's face, a silent plea for understanding. "But I love you," she murmured, the words a hoarse whisper.

Y/n's expression was a twisted mask of anger and fear. "Love doesn't mean controlling me or hurting others," she spat. "Get out." Y/n stood up.

Winter grabbed Y/n's waist and pushed her down onto the bed, her eyes wild with a fierce determination that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. "You don't understand," she hissed, her grip tightening. "You're mine now."

Y/n's heart raced as she stared up at the crazed woman she had once considered a patient. "Winter, you need help," she said, her voice trembling.

Winter leaned down, her ginger hair brushing against Y/n's cheek. "You're all the help I need," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. She claimed Y/n's lips in a kiss that was both fierce and tender, her hands moving to untie the therapist's wrists.

Y/n's mind raced as she felt the knots loosen, her thoughts a tumult of fear and disbelief. Yet, as Winter kissed her, a strange warmth began to unfurl within her. The line between terror and arousal blurred, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.

Breaking the kiss, Winter whispered, "Let me show you how much you mean to me." Her eyes searched Y/n's, desperate for a glimmer of acceptance.

Y/n's breath was ragged, her body a battleground of emotions. But as she stared into the depths of Winter's eyes, she saw something she hadn't before—pain. A desperate, all-consuming pain that mirrored her own. She didn't know if it was fear or pity, but she found herself nodding, her body going limp beneath the other woman's touch.

Winter's eyes lit up with a feral hunger as she began to undress Y/n, her movements deft and sure. Each piece of clothing that fell away revealed more of Y/n's soft, warm flesh, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the knife still lying on the floor.

Y/n's thoughts were a chaotic maelstrom, her body responding against her will to the surprising gentleness of Winter's touch. Her mind screamed for her to fight, to push the madness away, but something in those piercing eyes held her captive, a silent promise that she couldn't quite understand.

Winter's lips trailed down Y/n's neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. Y/n's body was betraying her, arching into the kisses, her breathing growing ragged. The warmth of Winter's mouth moved lower, her tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone, making her squirm with a mix of fear and desire.

Winter paused, her eyes meeting Y/n's, searching for any sign of rejection. But all she found was a strange mix of anger and need. Her own need was a living, breathing creature within her, demanding to be sated. She leaned back, her eyes never leaving Y/n's as she unbuckled her own pants, revealing the girl cock she had kept hidden beneath her clothes.

Y/n's eyes widened, a mix of shock and curiosity. Despite her fear, she felt a heat pooling in her stomach. She had never been with someone like Winter before, never felt such a primal, overwhelming desire from a woman.

Winter leaned over her, the tip of her cock brushing against Y/n's thigh. "Do you want this?" she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Y/n's eyes narrowed, anger and lust warring within her. "I don't know what you think you're doing," she hissed, her voice thick with emotion. "But if you think this will fix anything, you're wrong."

Winter ignored the words, her gaze locked on Y/n's exposed neck. She leaned in, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of red beads in her wake. "You're mine," she whispered, the words a dark benediction.

Y/n felt a strange thrill at the possessive bite, the sting of pain mingling with the warmth spreading through her body. "You can't just take what you want," she growled, trying to push Winter away. But her protests were weak, her body betraying her with every shiver of pleasure.

Winter's eyes flashed with something primal, a dark need that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. "But I'm not taking," she murmured, her breath hot against Y/n's ear. "I'm giving." And with that, she slid into Y/n with a gentle, yet insistent pressure that made Y/n's eyes roll back in her head.

The pain was brief, replaced almost immediately by a white-hot pleasure that coursed through her veins like liquid fire. Y/n couldn't help but moan, her body responding to the intrusion with a wanton eagerness that shocked her to her core.

Winter took the sound as a sign of encouragement, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Y/n's legs wrapping around her waist of their own accord. The room was a symphony of gasps and sighs, the only light coming from the moon outside, casting an eerie glow across their tangled forms.

Y/n's nails dug into Winter's back, her teeth clenched as the pleasure grew, a crescendo building with each stroke. The anger and fear were still there, but now they were mingled with a need so intense it was almost painful. Her body was a live wire, every touch from Winter sending electric jolts of sensation through her.

Winter's eyes were closed, lost in the feel of Y/n's warmth enveloping her. The tightness, the wetness, it was everything she had dreamt of and more. She whispered sweet nothings in Y/n's ear, her voice a soft caress that seemed to reach into the very core of her soul.

Y/n's eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation. But the sensations were too intense, too overwhelming to ignore. Her body responded to Winter's touch in a way she had never experienced before, her mind a haze of anger, fear, and a disturbing thrill.

Winter's thrusts grew deeper, more urgent, her own moans mingling with Y/n's. She whispered sweet, dark promises of protection and belonging, her breath hot and heavy against Y/n's neck. "You're mine," she repeated, her voice a hoarse chant.

Y/n felt the climax building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her. She wanted to hate it, to push Winter away, but her body craved the release that was so close, the feeling of being claimed by this woman who had invaded her life so thoroughly.

Winter's hand moved to Y/n's throat, her grip firm but not painful, the pressure a silent declaration of her dominance. Y/n's eyes flew open, a mix of anger and arousal in her gaze as she stared up at the woman who had become her tormentor and, now, her lover.

Winter felt the tension in Y/n's body, the way she arched into her touch, and knew she was close. She leaned down, her teeth grazing Y/n's earlobe as she whispered, "Say it. Tell me you're mine."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, the anger and lust warring within her. But as Winter's thumb traced circles around her clit, she couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm yours," she gasped, the words torn from her in a mix of anger and pleasure.

Winter's eyes lit up with triumph, her strokes becoming more intense. "That's right," she murmured, her voice a dark purr. "You're mine to protect, to cherish."

The words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine, her body responding in ways she never thought possible. She felt the orgasm building, a wave of pleasure that threatened to consume her. Winter's eyes bore into hers, the intensity of her stare almost as overwhelming as the sensations that rocked her body.

"Winter~," she choked out, her voice a desperate plea.

Winter's eyes widened, the sound of her own name on Y/n's lips like a sweet symphony. She leaned closer, her cock driving deeper into the therapist's wet heat. "Say it again," she demanded, her voice a mix of lust and possessiveness.

"Winter," Y/n gasped, her body trembling. "I'm yours."

The admission seemed to push Winter over the edge, her hips moving faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure consuming her. She felt Winter's climax building, the other woman's body tightening around her, and she knew she was close.

With a final, desperate thrust, Winter came, her body shuddering with the force of it. Y/n's own orgasm followed, a wave that crashed over her, leaving her trembling and breathless. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies tangled together in a mess of sweat and passion.

Winter leaned down, her forehead resting against Y/n's, their breath mingling in the heavy silence. "You feel so good," she murmured, her voice filled with awe. "I knew you would."

Y/n stared up at her, the anger and fear now tempered by the raw intimacy of the moment. "What now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Winter pulled out of her, a look of satisfaction and possessiveness etched on her face. "Now," she said, her voice thick with emotion, "you're mine."

[bangchansdirty-slut]

My Dopamine

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Paring: Top!Giselle x Member!Bttm! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Giselle wrote "Dopamine" about you and couldn't help but express what the song is really about when you asked her.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I couldn't stop listening to Dopamine by Giselle and Roses by Jaehyun while writing this. I might be obsessed with these songs. Also, should I write fan fiction based on the other members' solo songs?

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Giselle sat on the couch on the stage, the lights dimming around her as the music began to swell. The audience, a sea of waving lightsticks, was entranced by the opening notes of her solo performance. She took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was the moment she had been waiting for, a chance to showcase her own voice and her own story. As she opened her mouth to let the lyrics flow, she thought about the inspiration behind the song. Her eyes searched the shadows offstage, finding the familiar figure of Y/n, who was watching her intently.

The words of "Dopamine" spilled from Giselle's lips, each syllable a declaration of the intense passion she felt for her secret lover. Her rap was sharp and precise, the bass vibrating through the stadium as she spit verses filled with desire and lust. She knew Y/n would recognize the subtle references to their clandestine encounters, the way she spoke of her body as if it were a sacred text that only the two of them could read. The chorus hit, and Giselle's gaze held steady on Y/n, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she sang about the taste of her, the feel of her, the way she was Giselle's dopamine fix.

Backstage, Y/n felt a rush of heat as the realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened as she watched Giselle perform, her cheeks flushing at the explicit nature of the lyrics. She knew that the other members and the staff wouldn't catch on, but for her, it was as if the song was a love letter played out for the world to see. Her heart raced, her breath shallow, as she listened to the words that painted a vivid picture of their secret moments together. The crowd roared their approval, and Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and exposure at the same time.

After the concert, the members of Aespa made their way back to their hotel. The energy of the show still pulsed through their veins as they chattered about the performance, but Y/n remained quiet, lost in thought. When they finally reached their hotel room, she turned to Giselle, her eyes searching for any signs of embarrassment or regret. Instead, she found only a smoldering gaze that sent a bolt of desire straight to her core. Giselle's smirk grew wider as she leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. "You know that song was all about your delicious body, don't you?"

Before Y/n could respond, Giselle closed the distance between them and pushed her onto the bed. With surprising strength, she tugged at Y/n's skirt, revealing the matching set of lacy panties she had picked out earlier. Her eyes gleamed with hunger as she pulled the fabric aside and bent her head to kiss the soft skin of Y/n's inner thighs. "I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore," Giselle murmured, her breath hot against Y/n's skin. "You're my muse, my addiction."

Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as Giselle's tongue darted out to trace her folds. She had always been sensitive, but with Giselle's expert touch, it felt like every nerve was on fire. Her moans grew louder, filling the room as Giselle's mouth moved closer to the spot she craved. Giselle's hands were everywhere, now they're holding her hips in place as she explored her with a hunger that was unmatched.

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Y/n felt a surge of power. Despite being the one on her back, she knew she had just as much control in this situation as Giselle did. She reached down, her fingers tangling in Giselle's hair, and pushed her face closer to her wetness. Giselle's eyes sparkled with challenge, but she didn't hesitate. Her tongue delved into Y/n's core, making her gasp and arch off the bed. The sensation was intense, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that had Y/n's legs shaking and her toes curling.

Giselle's ministrations grew more fervent, her tongue swirling and flicking against Y/n's clit with a precision that spoke of countless hours of practice. Y/n's moans grew louder, echoing through the hotel room like a siren's call. She felt Giselle's hand slip up her tank top, seeking out her hardened nipples. The pinching and twisting sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy, and she bucked her hips against Giselle's face. The world outside of their embrace faded away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of lust and desire.

Y/n's breath hitched as Giselle's teeth grazed her sensitive bud, and she couldn't help but let out a loud cry. The sound seemed to spur Giselle on, her movements becoming more insistent. Y/n felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles white with the effort to hold on, her eyes squeezed shut as if to keep the intensity within. But it was too much, and she shattered, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

Giselle looked up at Y/n, a smug smile playing on her lips, as the latter lay panting and trembling beneath her. "You're mine, Y/n," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Every inch of you is my dopamine." She began to strip away her own clothes, revealing her toned body and the matching lingerie she had chosen for the evening. Y/n felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as she watched Giselle's confidence grow.

They settled into a 69 position, Y/n eager to return the favor. But Giselle's own arousal was a distraction. Her scent filled the air, and Y/n's mouth watered at the thought of tasting her. She tried to focus on Giselle's pussy, but her own need was still so raw and demanding. Giselle's fingertips danced across her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body, making it impossible to concentrate.

Giselle's moans grew louder as Y/n's mouth worked on her. Her tongue lapped and swirled, trying to mimic the moves that had brought her to the edge just moments before. But Giselle was relentless, her fingers moving faster, pressing harder, until Y/n's world narrowed to the point between her legs. Her hips began to move, grinding into Giselle's mouth, her moans becoming cries.

Y/n squirted again, the warmth of her release coating Giselle's mouth and chin. Giselle pulled back, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smile. "Baby you need to please me too," she whispered,, her voice filled with need. Y/n nodded, feeling the urgency building within her as well. They shifted, and Giselle is now straddling Y/n's face, her pussy hovering just above her mouth. Y/n opened her eyes and took in the sight of her lover, her body begging for more.

Giselle's pussy was a masterpiece, wet and swollen from desire. Y/n eagerly dove in, her tongue darting out to taste her. Giselle's hips began to rock immediately, setting a rhythm that had both of them moaning in pleasure. Giselle's hand found Y/n's hair, guiding her movements, as she worked her own clit with the other hand. Y/n's own arousal grew, her pussy throbbing in response to the sound of Giselle's pleasure.

The taste of Giselle was like nothing she had ever experienced, a heady mix of sweet and salty that made Y/n feel high. She felt Giselle's muscles tighten around her face as she brought her closer to the brink. The scent of their combined desire was intoxicating, filling the room and making it difficult to think about anything but the moment. Giselle's thighs trembled, and Y/n knew she was close.

With a final, desperate thrust of her hips, Giselle came hard, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She collapsed onto the bed next Y/n, panting and smiling. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal. Y/n looked up at her, eyes glazed over with lust, her mouth still slick with Giselle's juices.

Giselle came closer and kissed Y/n, the taste of their shared pleasure mingling on their tongue. Y/n's body was still humming with the aftershocks of her own climax, but she craved more. Giselle lets go and stands up, her eyes never leaving Y/n's. "Let's go shower," she suggests with a wink, her voice husky from the passionate exchange.

Y/n nods, her legs wobbly as she stands. They walk into the bathroom, the tiles cold against their bare feet, the contrast making their skin tingle with excitement. The shower is already steaming up the room, and Giselle steps in, holding out a hand to help Y/n in. The water cascades down their bodies, washing away the sweat and the evidence of their desire. They stand under the spray, kissing deeply, their bodies pressed together as the water runs over their curves.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Night Off

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Paring: PowerBttmYunjin x SubTop!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Requested: Ight I couldn’t tell if u write this type of thing or not but can you please do a huh yunjin x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a while and he help her with her practice then afterwards they get something to eat then go home and have sex thank you

More: Masterlist

A/n: I apologize for the delay in posting this. I've been very busy with school and extracurricular activities, which is why this remained unfinished in my drafts.

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The cool breeze of the early autumn evening whispered through the leaves, playing a soft melody as it danced around the figure standing alone on the rooftop. Yunjin, dressed in a simple black hoodie and sweatpants, her hair tied back in a low ponytail, took a deep breath, savoring the crisp air that filled her lungs. She looked out over the sprawling cityscape, the lights twinkling like stars scattered across the dark fabric of the night. The quiet was a stark contrast to the deafening cheers she was used to hearing from the stage below, but she cherished these moments of solitude. They allowed her to reconnect with the world outside the glitz and glamour of K-pop stardom.

Her thoughts drifted to her partner, M/n, who had been nothing but supportive in her journey. They had been dating for several months now, and their relationship had grown stronger with each passing day. He knew her better than anyone, understanding the pressures she faced and the sacrifices she made for her career. And tonight, as he had many times before, he offered to help her with her vocal practice. His gentle guidance and encouraging words had always brought out the best in her, pushing her to reach new heights with every note she sang.

As she took a sip of her tea, the warm liquid seemed to melt away the stress of the day. Her thoughts drifted back to M/n and the way he had looked at her during their practice session. His eyes had been filled with admiration and a hint of something more, something that made her heart flutter. She knew he had a busy schedule of his own, but he always made time for her when she needed it most. It was a rare gift in their demanding world, one that she treasured deeply.

They had decided to grab a bite to eat at their favorite local restaurant, a cozy little place that served the best ddeokbokki in town. The smell of spicy rice cakes sizzling in the sauce filled the air, making their mouths water as they walked in. The owner, an older woman with a perpetual smile, waved them over to their usual table in the corner. They slid into the plush booth, the familiar comfort of the place wrapping around them like a warm blanket.

M/n ordered their usual - a spicy seafood ddeokbokki for two - while Yunjin picked at the menu, her appetite not quite as voracious as his. She finally settled on a bulgogi rice bowl, her eyes meeting his as she handed the menu back to the waitress. He smirked, knowing she'd end up eating most of his food anyway. As they waited, they chatted about their day, sharing stories and laughter that seemed to resonate through the intimate space.

"Here we go, the best ddeokbokki in Seoul," M/n exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as the steaming plate of rice cakes was set before them. The tangy aroma of the spicy sauce mixed with the sweetness of the dough brought a smile to Yunjin's lips. They dug in, the chewy texture and explosion of flavors a delightful contrast to the quiet evening they'd had so far.

As they ate, their conversation grew more personal, sharing their fears and hopes for the future. Yunjin spoke candidly about the pressure of maintaining her image and the constant need to improve. M/n listened intently, his hand reaching over to gently squeeze hers. "You're already incredible, Yunjin," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You don't need to change for anyone."

The comfort in his words was like a balm to her soul. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. He leaned in, his thumb brushing a stray tear from her cheek, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. The warmth of his touch spread through her body, igniting a fire she hadn't realized had been smoldering all evening.

Their meal continued with a newfound intimacy, their laughter more genuine and their smiles brighter. They talked about their future, their dreams, and the secret moments they shared when the cameras weren't rolling. It was easy to forget the world outside their bubble, especially when their food arrived, a symphony of flavors that sang in harmony with their shared love for each other. They ate with gusto, stealing glances and smiles in between bites, their bond growing stronger with every shared taste.

After they finished their meal, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, the cool air a gentle caress on their skin. They didn't speak much, content in the comfortable silence that had grown between them. The city was a blur of lights and sounds, but all that mattered was the steady beat of their hearts and the warmth of their entwined fingers.

When they reached M/n's apartment, the tension between them grew palpable. They stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them like a lock sealing in their secret world. He led her to the living room, where the soft glow of a single lamp cast a warm, inviting light. She sat down on the couch, watching as he moved to the stereo, selecting a playlist of their favorite songs. The first notes of a slow, sensual ballad filled the air, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

M/n turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's take this to the next level," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that sent a thrill through her. She nodded, her pulse quickening as he approached her, his steps deliberate and predatory. He took her hands in his, pulling her to her feet, and their bodies collided with a fierceness that stole her breath. His lips claimed hers, the kiss a declaration of war against the boundaries that had held them back.

Yunjin melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and plane with a reverence that made her feel worshiped. She gasped as his teeth grazed her bottom lip, the sting of pain quickly replaced by the sweetness of his tongue. They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. He took a step back, his gaze raking over her before he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.

The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the moon's silver beam that sneaked through the curtains. He guided her to the bed, and she sat, her legs swinging open and inviting. He didn't need a second invitation. M/n knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly untied her shoes and peeled off her socks. The simple act was loaded with erotic tension, each touch a promise of what was to come. He slid her sweatpants down her legs, revealing the black lace panties that clung to her hips like a second skin.

Yunjin felt a thrill run through her as he traced a finger along the waistband. She leaned back, her heart racing as he hooked his fingers under the lace and slid them down, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. He took his time, savoring the sight of her. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. His mouth found its way to the apex of her legs, and she gasped as his tongue flicked over her clit. She was already wet and ready for him, the anticipation making her shiver with need.

M/n's hands roamed up her body, cupping her breasts through her hoodie. He teased her nipples, rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers until they were hard and sensitive. He pulled the hoodie over her head, tossing it aside to reveal the matching black lace bra that barely contained her. He took his time unclasping it, the slow reveal making her squirm with impatience. When her breasts spilled out, he took one in his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was arching her back and moaning his name.

Their bodies were a tapestry of desire, a dance of hands and mouths that knew every inch of each other by heart. He kissed her collarbone, tracing a path down to her navel, his tongue dipping inside to tickle the sensitive spot that made her squirm. Yunjin's fingers found his hair, pulling him closer as he made his way back up, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. When he reached her mouth again, she tasted herself on him, a heady combination that made her want more.

M/n stood, his own passion clear through the bulge in his pants. He took a moment to shed his clothes, revealing a body that was toned and lean from years of dance and exercise. He stepped out of his jeans, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. Yunjin licked her lips, eager to feel him inside her. He took his time, teasing her with feather-light touches as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.

With a wicked smile, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her eyes never leaving his. She took his length in her hand, stroking it gently before guiding it to her entrance. The head nudged against her, and she lowered herself, inch by inch, until he was buried deep within her. She threw her head back, her hair a curtain around them, as she moaned with pleasure. The sensation of being filled by him was exquisite, a feeling she never tired of.

"O-oh, oh! god, Yunjin," M/n gasped, his eyes rolling back as she began to ride him with a confidence that made his heart race. Her movements were fluid, each stroke a masterful blend of passion and power. Her hips rocked back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, a vice grip that only made him harder.

"You like that baby?" Yunjin murmured, a wicked glint in her eye as she watched M/n's reaction to her movements. He could only nod, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as she took control of the rhythm. Her hips moved in a sinuous dance, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing around his length, eliciting gasps and moans from his parted lips.

"I need you to talk to me, M/n," she purred, her voice a sweet siren's call that sent shivers down his spine. "D-do you like that baby? Tell me how it feels," she demanded, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing rhythm that had him on the edge.

He could only manage to whine, "Y-Yunjin, you're so tight, so warm." His voice was a desperate plea, a testament to the exquisite pleasure she wrung from his body. Her breasts bounced with every movement, the sight making his cock throb even more. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that he was utterly incapable of resisting.

With each roll of her hips, M/n felt himself losing control. Her power over him was absolute, and he reveled in the sweet surrender. He felt her getting wetter, her walls clutching him tighter, urging him closer to the precipice of climax. "Fuck, M-mommy," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, trying to steady himself against the onslaught of sensation.

Yunjin leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she picked up the pace. The friction was delicious, their skin slick with sweat as they moved in perfect harmony. She could feel his cock pulse inside her, a silent declaration of his impending release. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Cum for Mommy," she whispered, her voice a seductive command that sent him over the edge.

M/n's body tensed, his moans growing louder as he obeyed her command. His hips bucked up to meet her, his release flooding her with warmth. The feeling sent her own orgasm crashing over her, her walls clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged as she reveled in the aftermath of their shared climax.

For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in a frantic symphony. Then, with a sigh, she shifted, rolling off him and onto her side, taking him with her. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his cock still half-hard and nestled against her thigh. She stroked his hair, her fingers tracing patterns on his scalp that made him purr with contentment.

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Hey, I've been reading your stories for a while now and I really like them. I would love it if you could do a shy male reader doing it for the first time with an experienced G!P Chaeyoung or anyone of your choice.

Let Me Teach You

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Paring: Top!GP!Chaeyoung x Bttm!Inexperienced!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: First Twice fanfic!

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The afternoon air had the scent of autumn leaves, a faint chill hinting at the season's approach. In a quiet apartment complex, the soft hum of a distant radio melded with the rustling of the trees outside. Inside a cozy room, a young man named M/n, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, read through a series of messages from his new girlfriend, Karina. They had been chatting all day, sharing jokes and stories, and with every exchange, his heart fluttered. He had never felt so alive. Suddenly, the texts grew spicier, more intimate. Karina, it turned out, was feeling adventurous.

M/n's cheeks flushed as he read her words, the blood rushing to his face. She had suggested he come over to her place for the night, hinting at an experience she wanted to share with him. He had always been a bit shy around girls, but with Karina, something was different. Her confidence was infectious, making him feel like he could conquer the world. Swallowing his nerves, he typed out a message agreeing to meet her later that evening.

Everything was fine except one thing, he was virgin and she was not. The thought of this filled M/n with fear. He had heard stories, seen movies, but never experienced it himself. His mind raced with questions about what to expect, what to do, and what not to do. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that his roommate, Chaeyoung, had offered to help him out with the nerves. He had always been curious about her, but their friendship had remained purely platonic. Chaeyoung, with her black hair and piercing eyes, exuded an aura of confidence that could make anyone feel at ease.

M/n gathered his courage and approached her door. He knocked lightly, his heart hammering in his chest. The door swung open, and she greeted him with a knowing smile, her long fingers toying with the neckline of her shirt. She stepped aside, allowing him to enter the room that was a canvas of her artistic soul, filled with paintings and drawings scattered on the floor and walls. She knew what he was about to ask and she nodded before he could even utter a word.

They sat on the bed, her legs crossed comfortably. Chaeyoung spoke in a gentle tone, "You know, everyone's first time is special, and it's okay to be nervous." She took his hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, her grip firm and reassuring. "But remember, communication is key. Ask Karina what she likes, what she wants."

M/n nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. He took a deep breath and looked into Chaeyoung's eyes, "But what if I don't…you know…please her?"

Chaeyoung chuckled, a warm sound that filled the room. "Don't worry," she said, her voice a comforting purr, "Pleasure is about more than just the act itself. It's about connection, about making each other feel good." She leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But if you want some hands-on experience before the main event, I can give you a little crash course."

M/n's eyes widened, and he felt a thrill run down to his member, which was already standing at attention. Chaeyoung had always been open about her sexuality, but this was the first time she had ever offered something so personal. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should accept her offer. But the thought of being more prepared for the night with Karina was too tempting to resist.

"Okay," he murmured, his voice shaking slightly. Chaeyoung's smile grew, and she leaned in closer. "Just remember," she whispered, "This is just practice. It's nothing more, nothing less."

With that, she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing her toned stomach and the faint outline of something unusual beneath her pants. M/n's eyes followed the movement, a mix of curiosity and anxiety. When her shirt was open, she reached down and unzipped her pants, pulling them down to expose her girlcock. It was soft and pink, a stark contrast to what he had seen in the porn videos he had secretly watched. She noticed his surprise and chuckled, "It's a bit different, I know, but it's all part of the fun."

Her hand wrapped around it gently, giving it a stroke. It began to swell and harden before his very eyes. M/n couldn't help but stare, his own cock now straining against his jeans. Chaeyoung noticed his gaze and gave him a playful wink. "Ready to get your hands dirty?"

He nodded, his breath hitching. Chaeyoung scooted closer, straddling one of his legs. "First things first," she said, taking his hand in hers, "You need to learn how to touch it." She placed his trembling hand on her growing member, guiding him through a series of strokes. "It's all about the rhythm," she coached, her voice low and sultry. "Find what feels good and stick to it."

M/n listened intently, his thumb tracing the velvety skin. The warmth and weight of it in his hand was surprising, and he found himself getting lost in the sensation. Chaeyoung's breath grew heavier, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "Good," she murmured, "Now, let's try some different speeds and pressures."

As he explored her, she began to move her hips, setting a rhythm for him to follow. She was patient, correcting his grip when necessary and praising him when he hit the right spot. M/n's nerves slowly melted away as he focused on the task at hand. The room grew thick with anticipation, the air charged with a tension that was both electrifying and terrifying. His own cock was now painfully hard, begging for attention.

"Remember, it's all about the journey," Chaeyoung breathed, her voice a gentle guide in his ear. "The build-up is just as important as the climax." She leaned back, giving him more space to work. His strokes grew bolder, his confidence swelling with each passing moment. Her skin was smooth and soft, and the way her member responded to his touch was mesmerizing.

He watched as a bead of precum formed at the tip, glistening in the soft light. Chaeyoung took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her chest rising and falling. "You can kiss it," she suggested, her voice barely a whisper. He hesitated, unsure if he was ready for this level of intimacy, but her encouraging gaze spurred him on. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive tip. The taste was faintly sweet and salty, and she let out a soft moan that sent a bolt of excitement through his body.

M/n's strokes grew more confident, and Chaeyoung's hips began to rock in time with his movements. She reached down and began to touch herself, her other hand resting on his shoulder. "This is what you do to get someone ready," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "It's all about making them want more."

Her hand slid down his back, her nails lightly digging into his skin. He could feel her breath on his neck, and it sent shivers down his spine. He leaned in closer, his mouth closing around her cock. The sensation was strange at first, but the way she gasped encouraged him to continue. He took his time, exploring with his tongue and teeth, learning what she liked and what she didn't.

The room was filled with the sound of their combined breaths, the rustling of fabric, and the occasional slap of skin on skin. Chaeyoung's moans grew louder, and she began to thrust into his mouth, her movements more urgent. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. It was a powerful feeling, knowing he had the power to make her feel so good.

Encouraged, M/n's strokes grew faster and more deliberate. He could feel her cock swell in his grip, and he knew she was close. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking against the sensitive underside. Chaeyoung's breath hitched, and she threw her head back, her grip on his shoulder tightening. "O-oh, M/n~," she breathed, "That's…that's so good."

Her hips bucked upward, and she let out a low growl as she came, her warmth filling his mouth. He pulled back, watching as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her chest heaving. She looked down at him, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. "Good job," she said with a soft smile, her voice hoarse. "Now, it's your turn."

M/n felt his cheeks redden as she turned her attention to him, her hand reaching for his erection. She undid his pants, her movements deft and practiced. "Relax," she murmured, "Let me take care of you."

Her hand wrapped around his cock, her thumb circling the sensitive head. He couldn't believe this was happening—his best friend, the person he had confided in so much, was now touching him in such an intimate way. But as her hand began to pump, the sensations overwhelmed him. It felt incredible, and all he could do was lean back and let her guide him.

"Turn around baby," Chaeyoung murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I'll show you how to get fucked right."

M/n felt his heart hammering in his chest as he did as he was told, turning to face the bed. He couldn't believe this was happening with Chaeyoung, of all people. But the way she looked at him, with hunger in her eyes, made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered. She grabbed a bottle of lube from her nightstand, the sound of the cap popping open echoing in the silence. He felt her slick fingers against his skin, spreading him open gently. He gasped at the coldness, but it was quickly replaced by a warm, burning need.

Chaeyoung's hand worked him expertly, her fingers delving into his inexperienced body. He squirmed, his eyes squeezed shut, as she found that special spot that made his toes curl. "Just like that," he heard her murmur, "You're going to feel so good." His breaths grew ragged, his body betraying his nerves as he grew more and more aroused. He felt her shift behind him, her legs straddling his.

The pressure against his hole was sudden, but not painful. Chaeyoung's member nudged at him insistently, and he took a deep breath, preparing himself for what was to come. "Relax," she whispered again, her voice a gentle caress. He felt the head of her cock push into him, and his body tensed. It was strange, but not unpleasant. The sensation of being filled was something new, something he hadn't anticipated.

He could feel her muscles flex as she pushed further, her cock sliding inch by inch into his tightness. He bit his lip, the pressure building until she was fully seated inside him. He took a moment to adjust to the fullness, feeling a mix of discomfort and excitement. "Okay?" she asked, her voice thick with lust. He nodded, his eyes still shut tight.

"Good," she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. She began to move, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm that made his body quiver. M/n felt like he was being split in two, the sensation overwhelming, but he didn't want her to stop. He reached down and took his cock in hand, stroking it in time with her thrusts.

Chaeyoung's grip on his hips tightened, her nails digging in just enough to sting. She started to pick up the pace, her movements growing more demanding. He could hear the wet sounds of their bodies meeting, a symphony of pleasure that was music to his ears. "Harder," he whimpered, his voice barely recognizable. She complied, her thrusts becoming more powerful.

M/n's hand worked in time with hers, the friction on his cock matching the rhythm of her hips. He felt a pressure building within him, a storm gathering strength. Chaeyoung's breath was hot against his neck, her teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're going to come for me," she said, her voice a command and a promise. He couldn't hold back, the feeling too intense. His hand flew over his shaft, his body tense and shaking.

With a final, desperate push, M/n's orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. He came hard, his eyes flying open as he shouted her name, the release so intense that it left his vision spotty. Chaeyoung's movements grew erratic behind him, her breath hot and ragged against his neck. He could feel her cock pulsing inside him, her own climax approaching.

"Fff-uck! C-an I cum inside you?" Chaeyoung's voice was a needy rasp, her grip on his hips tightening. M/n nodded, too overwhelmed by the intensity of his own orgasm to form coherent words. She took that as consent and picked up the pace, her thrusts growing more erratic. He felt the warmth of her seed fill him, her body shaking with the force of her climax. For a moment, they stayed like that, connected in the most intimate way possible, their bodies entwined and panting.

As the aftershocks of pleasure subsided, Chaeyoung pulled out and collapsed beside him, her chest heaving. "How was that?" she asked, her voice a mix of pride and concern. M/n rolled over to face her, his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with satisfaction. "It was… amazing," he finally managed to say, his voice hoarse.

They laid there in silence for a moment, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing. Chaeyoung leaned over and kissed his forehead, her lips lingering there. "Remember," she said, her voice gentle, "What we did here was just practice. It's okay if it feels weird at first. It's all about finding what feels good for you."

M/n nodded, still processing the overwhelming experience. He had never felt so vulnerable, yet so alive. He turned to face her, looking into her eyes that now held a hint of tenderness. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Chaeyoung smiled, her hand brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "You're welcome," she said softly. "Now you know what to expect, and I'm sure Karina will love it." Her words were meant to reassure him, but they also stirred a cocktail of emotions inside M/n. The intimacy they had just shared was something he had never expected with her, and it left him feeling both closer and more confused than ever.

Should I make a part two with Karina???

[bangchansdirty-slut]

Guess We B.A.S

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Paring: Top!Cheater!Sunghoon x Bttm!Idol!Cheater!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst (near the end)

Summary: Known as the "Visual Couple," Sunghoon and Wonyoung wow the audience with their connection. Heeseung and Y/n are also in a relationship. Sunghoon calls Y/n for an urgent practice session, and they haves sex in a storage room, as Sunghoon records them.

More: Masterlist

A/n: I wanted to take a break from writing requests and I have been obsessed with B.A.S for so long.

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Sunghoon and Wonyoung were MCing an award show together, the "Visual Couple" lighting up the stage with their flawless smiles and palpable chemistry. The audience was captivated, their hearts fluttering with every glance and touch shared between the two. They were the epitome of young love in the K-pop industry, and fans couldn't get enough. Little did they know, the real fireworks were happening backstage.

Y/n and Heeseung were waiting in the dressing room, holding hands and sharing a quiet moment of their own. Their relationship was more of a secret garden, a place of solace amidst the chaos of their celebrity lives. Heeseung leaned in, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, making her blush and giggle.

Y/n gets a message from Sunghoon to meet up in a storage room for a secret practice session for their upcoming collaboration. He says it's urgent and that no one should know. She agrees, and tells Heeseung she's gonna talk to some fellow idols and will be back in a bit. She slips away from the dressing room, heart racing. She opens the door to the storage room and sees Sunghoon standing there, his gaze intense.

"Hey, Sunghoon, what's so urgent?" Y/n asked as she stepped into the dimly lit storage room, her eyes adjusting to the lack of glamour from the outside world. The shelves lined with props and costumes cast eerie shadows on the floor, a stark contrast to the passionate embrace she was about to engage in.

Sunghoon's eyes darkened with desire as he closed the door behind her. "Just something I've been dying to work on," he murmured, stepping closer. Before she could react, his arms were around her waist, pulling her into a fierce kiss that sent sparks flying through her body. She melted into him, her hands fisting in his hair as their tongues danced together. The air was thick with tension, the secret they were about to indulge in only heightening the intensity.

They both knew this was wrong, but the attraction was too strong to resist. They had been playing this dangerous game for weeks now, each stolen moment becoming more addictive than the last. Sunghoon's hand traveled down to cup her ass, squeezing gently as he backed her against a shelf. Y/n gasped into the kiss, her body responding to his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

With the door securely locked, they quickly shed their clothes, the sound of fabric rustling in the otherwise silent room. Sunghoon's hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. He kissed down her neck, making her shiver, before his mouth found her nipple. She arched her back, pushing herself into his warm embrace, a soft moan escaping her lips. Y/n knew she should feel guilty for cheating on Heeseung, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to think straight.

Sunghoon pulled away for a moment, looking into her eyes with a mix of lust and determination. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He slammed her against the shelf again, pressing his hard length against her thigh. She nodded, unable to form coherent words, and he took it as all the permission he needed. He lifted her onto the shelf, the cold metal sending a jolt through her body, only to be replaced by the heat of Sunghoon's as he positioned himself between her legs.

Their movements were frantic and urgent, driven by the fear of being caught and the thrill of the forbidden. Sunghoon's hands slid down her smooth skin, teasing her wetness before plunging two fingers inside her. Y/n bit her lip to stifle a scream, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. He watched her intently, his own arousal growing as she squirmed and gasped beneath his touch. The sound of their panting and the occasional clang of the shelf echoed in the small space.

"I can't wait anymore," Sunghoon growled, his own need overpowering any lingering sense of propriety. He pulled his fingers out of her, and she felt a moment of emptiness before he replaced them with the tip of his erection. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch, watching her face contort with pleasure. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders as he filled her completely, and she threw her head back, moaning his name.

Their bodies moved in a rhythm that seemed choreographed, despite the raw, unrehearsed passion behind it. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel her climax building. Sunghoon's eyes never left hers, the intensity of their connection threatening to shatter the walls around them.

Sunghoon got his phone out of his pocket, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "Let's make this moment even more special," he said, holding it up to record. Y/n's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but she nodded eagerly, knowing the risk was part of the thrill.

He started filming as he began to fuck her with renewed vigor, his phone capturing every intimate detail. The camera caught the sweat glistening on their bodies, their hickeys standing out like a map of their illicit encounters. "You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff and demanding. "Tell me, who fucks you better?"

Y/n could barely breathe, let alone speak, but she managed to choke out a whispered, "Y-ou do~."

"F-Fuck…You're s' much better than Wony," Sunghoon whispered, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. He picked up the pace, the shelf beneath her shaking with the force of their passion. Y/n's eyes squeezed shut, her voice a whimper as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

The camera rolled on, capturing every gasp and moan, every bead of sweat and twitch of their bodies. Sunghoon's hand reached up to pinch her nipple, and she threw her head back, crying out. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the small room, a symphony of lust that only they could hear. Y/n's hand snaked down to stroke herself, her fingertips gliding over her clit as Sunghoon's cock filled her over and over again.

The tension grew, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, and their bodies moving in a frantic dance of passion. Y/n felt the orgasm building, a storm of pleasure that threatened to consume her. She clung to Sunghoon, her nails digging into his skin, her legs tightening around his waist. "Cum for me," he murmured, his eyes locked on hers, and she felt the command resonate through her body.

With a final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. Sunghoon groaned, his own release following shortly after, his warmth filling her as he record her face contorted in pleasure. They stayed there for a moment, chests heaving, bodies trembling from the intensity of their climax. The room was silent except for their harsh breaths, the only evidence of their passion the soft creaks of the shelf beneath them.

Sunghoon pulled out recording the mixture of both their climax, a smug smile on his face as he watched the video, replaying their secret tryst. "This is going to be our little secret," he said, tucking the phone away. Y/n nodded, her cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of fear. They both knew the consequences if anyone found out, but the thrill was intoxicating.

They quickly dressed, trying to regain some semblance of composure before returning to the bustling backstage area. As they readjusted their clothes, Sunghoon leaned in for one last kiss, his hand lingering on her thigh. "We'll do this again," he whispered, his voice filled with promise. Y/n nodded, unable to resist the allure of their forbidden love.

As they left the storage room, they couldn't help but glance at each other with a mix of guilt and excitement. The secret between them was a heavy burden, but it only served to strengthen their bond. They parted ways, returning to their respective groups with smiles plastered on their faces, hoping no one would suspect their scandalous rendezvous.

Back in the dressing room, Heeseung looked up as Y/n entered, his eyes filled with love and concern. "Everything okay?" he asked, noticing her flustered state. She nodded, playing it off as nerves for the upcoming performance. He pulled her into a gentle embrace, and she melted into his arms, feeling a pang of guilt for the betrayal. But the lie rolled off her tongue effortlessly. "Just needed some air," she murmured, her heart racing.

The days passed, and the secret grew heavier. The tension between the four grew palpable, like a storm cloud on the horizon. Sunghoon and Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at each other during group interactions, their eyes speaking volumes that only they could understand. Meanwhile, Wonyoung remained blissfully unaware, her trust in Sunghoon unshaken.

One evening, after a long day of promotions, Sunghoon decided to send Heesueng a funny vid he had found online. He unlocked his phone, quickly tapped the screen to record a message for his friend, and was about to attach the meme when his finger had slipped. Instead of the intended message, he had unknowingly sent the explicit video of him with Y/n.

Heeseung's phone buzzed in his pocket, a notification lighting up the screen. He pulled it out to find a message from Sunghoon, expecting a meme or a funny joke to lighten the mood. But as he tapped the play button, his eyes widened in horror. The video was unmistakable: Sunghoon's face, twisted in pleasure, and Y/n's body writhing beneath him. The storage room's harsh lighting revealed every intimate detail, every whispered word of betrayal. Heeseung's heart plummeted, and he felt the blood drain from his face.

He watched the entire video, unable to look away, feeling as though he was watching his world crumble before his very eyes. The love and trust he had for Y/n shattered like glass, replaced by a searing anger and a deep, gut-wrenching pain. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, his mind racing with questions and accusations.

Sunghoon's heart stopped when he saw the message notification. He had sent the wrong video. Panic set in as he frantically tried to call Heeseung, but the line went straight to voicemail. He knew he had to fix this, had to explain before the situation spiraled out of control. He rushed to find Heeseung, his mind racing with explanations and apologies.

Heeseung sent this video to Wonyoung and Y/n, his mind a tumult of emotions. The shock of the revelation was like a punch to the gut. How could they do this to him? To each other? He could feel the walls of his world closing in as the reality of their betrayal sank in.

Wonyoung's phone buzzed with the incoming message, and she opened it with a smile, expecting to see the adorable meme Sunghoon had promised. Instead, she was met with the most shocking and heartbreaking sight of her life: her boyfriend and her best friend in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined in a way she never thought she'd see. Her hand trembled as she watched, tears streaming down her face. She felt as though she'd been stabbed, the pain radiating through her chest.

Heeseung's voice was cold steel when he called Wonyoung, the anger barely contained. "Is this true?" she demanded, her voice shaking."What… what did you send me?"

Wonyoung was crying uncontrollably, the video playing on a loop in her mind. "How could you?" she choked out, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She could feel the walls closing in around her, the air thick with the scent of deceit.

Heeseung's voice was strained, filled with pain and anger. "You need to watch it," he insisted, his own voice shaking. "You need to know what's been happening behind your back."

Heeseung got a message from Y/n, her words pleading and frantic. "Please don't watch it, Heeseung, it's not what it looks like." But it was too late. The damage was done, the video playing over and over in his mind. His hand clenched around his phone, the screen now a window to the most personal and hurtful betrayal he'd ever experienced.

Sunghoon found him first, his eyes wide with panic. "Heeseung, I'm so sorry, it was an accident. Please, let me explain," he stuttered, but Heeseung was beyond words. He just handed his phone over, the video still playing, their secret laid bare.

Wonyoung arrived moments later, her face a mask of devastation. She took one look at Sunghoon and slapped him. "How could you, Sunghoon?" she screamed, her voice echoing through the corridor.

Sunghoon stepped back, his hand on his cheek, the sting of the slap a stark reminder of the pain he'd caused. "Wony, I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It's complicated."

Wonyoung's eyes were pools of hurt, her voice trembling as she spat out, "Complicated? You cheated on me with my best friend!"

Y/n, who had just caught up, looked from Wonyoung's tear-stained face to Heeseung's cold glare, and then to Sunghoon's pleading eyes. She felt like she was drowning in the weight of their combined pain. "It's not what you think," she began, but Wonyoung cut her off.

"Don't lie to me, Y/n. I trusted you," Wonyoung's voice was laced with accusation, her hand shaking as she held up her phone, the damning video still playing. "We all trusted you."

Y/n felt the tears welling up in her eyes, the weight of the situation crushing her. "I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "It just…happened."

Heeseung's gaze was like ice, his eyes narrowed in betrayal. "Don't," he said, his voice dangerously low. "Don't try to justify this."

The air was thick with anger and heartache, the tension palpable as the three of them stood there, their worlds colliding in the worst possible way. Sunghoon looked from Heeseung to Wonyoung, desperation etched on his face. "Please, let me explain," he begged.

But the damage was done. Heeseung's eyes were cold, his jaw clenched tight. "What's there to explain? You've been fucking my girlfriend behind my back," he spat out, his voice laced with venom. "How could you do this to me?"

Sunghoon's eyes darted between Heeseung and Wonyoung, desperation in his gaze. "It's not just about me," he protested, his voice cracking. "Y/n and I—"

Wonyoung's voice was like a whip, cutting him off. "Don't you dare say her name," she spat, her eyes burning with rage. "You're the one who made a commitment to me, not her!"

Y/n's eyes darted between the two, feeling the weight of their pain and anger. She knew she had to say something, to try and fix this mess. "I'm sorry," she whispered again, her voice barely audible. "It's my fault. I didn't mean for this to happen."

Heeseung's gaze never left Sunghoon's face, his anger simmering just below the surface. "You're both to blame," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth.

Wonyoung's sobs grew louder, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. She looked at Y/n, her best friend, the girl she had shared so much with, and all she saw was the person who had shattered her heart. "How could you?" she choked out, the words filled with pain.

Y/n's eyes were brimming with tears as she searched for the right words, but nothing seemed to fit. She knew she had crossed a line, a line that could never be uncrossed. "I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice cracking.

Sunghoon stepped forward, reaching out to Wonyoung, but she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me," she sobbed, her voice filled with anger and hurt. "You're a cheater."

"You two should leave," Heeseung said through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving Sunghoon's. The room was a maelstrom of emotions—betrayal, anger, and pain swirling around them like a tornado. "Now."

Sunghoon looked at Y/n, his eyes pleading, but she couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. She knew she had hurt him too, but she was lost in the tsunami of guilt and fear. They had all been so careful, hiding their secret so well, but now it was out in the open, a festering wound that wouldn't heal.

"Wony," Sunghoon tried again, his voice shaking, "I love you, but I…I can't help how I feel about Y/n."

Wonyoung's eyes flashed with anger, "You had a choice, Sunghoon! You chose to hurt me!" She took a step back, her hand shaking as she pointed at the door. "Get out. Both of you."

Sunghoon and Y/n exchanged a look of despair before turning to leave, their hearts heavy with the weight of their actions. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving Heeseung and Wonyoung in the silent room, surrounded by the echoes of their shattered relationships.

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Hello, I can have a idol!Jake x idol male!reader who is gothic please author 🖤

My Gothic BF

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Paring: Jake x Goth!Idol!Male Reader

Genre: Fluff w/ a lil intimacy

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry if this was short also requests are open

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"Hey, M/n," Jake called out, his Australian accent carrying a warm, friendly lilt as he stepped into the dimly lit rehearsal room.

M/n looked up from the shadowy corner, where he had been tuning his electric guitar. The contrast between them was stark; Jake's bright smile against M/n's dark eye makeup and black clothing. The gothic idol couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness under the other's cheerful gaze. They were worlds apart in terms of image, yet their hearts had found a way to intertwine in the chaotic maze of the K-pop industry.

"Hi, Jake," M/n responded, their voice a soft rumble. He placed the guitar on its stand and walked over to the center of the room, the floorboards echoing with the heavy tread of his boots. The room was a mishmash of instruments and sound equipment, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the faint hint of vanilla from the candles M/n had brought to create a more comfortable atmosphere.

Jake's eyes lit up as he saw the candles. "You brought them again," he said with a smile, reaching out to touch one of the flickering flames. "They really do make this place feel more like home."

M/n nodded, his eyes following Jake's hand as it hovered over the candle. "Yeah, I thought it might help us both relax." He stepped closer, the gap between them closing like a magnet pulling them together. Their secret relationship was a delicate balance, a dance of stolen glances and coded messages amidst the whirlwind of their public personas.

Without a word, Jake leaned in, his lips brushing against M/n's in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was a silent question, an invitation that M/n readily accepted. The kiss grew deeper, more intense, as they lost themselves in the moment. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the rhythm of their breaths mingling together.

M/n's hands found their way to Jake's waist, pulling him closer. Jake's fingers threaded through M/n's hair, gently cradling his head as the kiss grew more passionate. They explored each other's mouths with a sweet urgency, as if afraid that the moment might shatter at any second. The candlelight flickered against their faces, casting dancing shadows across their features and painting their skin in a warm, intimate glow.

M/n's heart raced, thumping against his ribcage like a drum in a crescendo. He could feel Jake's pulse echoing his own, a rhythm that matched the beat of their shared secret. Their kisses grew deeper, more insistent, as if trying to convey everything they couldn't say out loud. It was a silent conversation, a declaration of feelings that went beyond the constraints of their public images.

Their tongues danced together, a soft, tender duet that grew bolder with every passing second. Jake's hand slid up M/n's back, tracing the contours of his muscles through the thin fabric of his graphic shirt. M/n shivered at the touch, his grip tightening around Jake's waist. The sound of their breaths grew louder in the quiet room, a symphony of desire that was music to their ears.

The door to the rehearsal room burst open, the harsh light from the hallway spilling in and interrupting their stolen moment. "Jake, you're going to suck the life out of M/n's face if you don't come practice," Jay teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of the two entwined figures.

Jake chuckled, pulling back slightly to look into M/n's eyes, which were now a darker shade of blue than the candlelit shadows. "Duty calls," he murmured, placing one last peck on M/n's lips. His voice was low, a secret promise that sent a thrill down M/n's spine. "I'll make it up to you tonight."

M/n's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and he stepped back, trying to compose himself as the intrusion of reality snapped them out of their private world. Jay's playful banter hung in the air, bringing with it a tinge of embarrassment and the stark reminder of the boundaries they had to maintain.

"Yeah, yeah," Jake said with a good-natured laugh, swiping a hand through his hair to disguise his own blush. He shot a mischievous wink at M/n before turning to face Jay. "I'm coming, I'm coming," he called out, the smile never leaving his face as he sauntered over to his bandmate.

M/n watched him go, the sound of their laughter fading as the door clicked shut. He took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of vanilla and the faint scent of Jake's cologne. The moment felt surreal, like a secret shared between two people who were never meant to find each other in the bright lights of the K-pop stage. But here they were, two idols with vastly different images, sharing a connection that was as fierce as it was hidden.

Part 2?

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Hello could I request a university au hyuka and soobin x bttm sub reader where in public the reader is loved across the campus by both professors and students and is very much a gold star pupil but behind closed doors the reader is nothing to short of a cock hungry whore for kai and soobin and loves when they use him however they see fit

The Star Pupil

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Paring: Top!Soobin x Top!Hyuka x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: I might be a little behind on posting requests because of school and soccer starting, so if you request now, it might take me a while to get to it.

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The university's clock tower chimed, sending its melodious echo across the quad. Students hurried to their next classes, their chatter and laughter punctuating the hot summer air. Amidst the bustle, a young man with a tray of books precariously balanced on one hand navigated the crowded walkway. His eyes searched the horizon, a hint of anticipation in his gait.

"Hey, M/n!" a familiar voice called out, and the young man turned to see Kai, his best friend, waving from the entrance of the library. The two shared a knowing smile as they approached each other.

"Hyuka," M/n greeted, his heart skipping a beat as he took in the other's impeccable outfit - the white sweater vest and dark red tie of their summer uniform contrasting with the golden hue of his skin. "What's up?"

Kai grinned mischievously, a glint in his eyes. "Just thought I'd help you lighten the load." He plucked a book from the tray, and M/n felt a strange thrill as their fingers brushed. "What's in store for us today?"

M/n shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just the usual, I guess. Homework, studying, maybe a nap in the shade."

Kai leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. "Or maybe a little detour to Soobin and I's dorm?" His words hung in the air, a seductive invitation that sent shivers down M/n's spine. The idea of being used by both of them at the same time was thrilling, and his cock began to stir in his shorts.

M/n's eyes widened slightly, trying to keep his arousal hidden. "What do you guys have planned?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

Kai's grin grew wider. "Well, Soobin had this idea." He paused for dramatic effect. "He wants to… well, show his appreciation for the university's star pupil." His eyes danced with excitement as he took M/n's hand, leading him away from the bustling path.

M/n's heart raced as they approached the dorms. He knew what was coming, and his body was already eager for it. The door to their shared room swung open, revealing Soobin lounging on the bed, his tie askew and the top button of his shirt undone. The sight was tantalizing, and M/n could feel his pulse quicken.

"Welcome, scholar," Soobin greeted, his voice a smooth caress that made M/n's knees wobble. He stepped into the room, the cool air conditioning a stark contrast to the heat outside. The scent of their combined cologne wafted through the air, a heady mix that made him even more eager for what was to come.

"You know I'd do anything for a little… extra credit," M/n said, setting his books down on the desk with a playful smirk. Soobin's eyes lit up at the mention, and Kai chuckled, locking the door behind them with a soft click.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh sunlight at bay. Soobin gestured to the bed with a knowing smile. "Then let's get to it," he said, his voice dropping to a sensual purr.

M/n felt his cheeks flush as he approached the bed, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He knew he was about to embark on another session of passionate submission to the two men he adored. Kai and Soobin had discovered his secret desires a few months ago, and since then, their friendship had evolved into something more intimate and intense. They had become his masters in every sense of the word, and he reveled in the feeling of belonging that came with it.

Soobin patted the bed, and M/n eagerly complied, sitting down and watching as Kai moved closer. The tall, lean figure of Soobin was a vision of calm power, his dark eyes filled with an unspoken command that sent a shiver down M/n's spine. Kai, on the other hand, was all energy and playfulness, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Strip," Soobin ordered, and M/n's hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. He felt the heat of their gazes on him as he revealed his bare chest, the cool fabric of his uniform shorts caressing his now-throbbing cock. He watched as Kai's eyes grew dark with desire, and Soobin's hand reached out to stroke his own cock through his pants.

The tension in the room grew thick as M/n shed his clothes, feeling like a piece of art being unwrapped for their viewing pleasure. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, allowing them to see his hard, leaking cock and the softness of his balls.

"Good boy," Kai murmured, his voice a gentle caress as he knelt before M/n, unbuckling his own belt. Soobin sat up, his hand still stroking his length, his eyes never leaving M/n's. The room was now filled with the sound of clothes being removed, the rustle of fabric punctuating the silence.

M/n watched, his breath hitching, as Kai pulled out his cock, already standing at attention. It was a beautiful sight, a stark contrast to the innocent façade he maintained in public. Kai's fingers danced over M/n's thighs, teasing closer and closer to his cock. The anticipation was almost unbearable, his body aching for their touch.

Soobin's hand reached out, taking the lead as he gently stroked M/n's erection. His thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the precum that had gathered there. "Look how eager you are," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Always ready to serve."

M/n's eyes fluttered shut as Kai leaned in, the tip of his cock brushing against M/n's parted lips. Without a word, M/n opened his mouth and took Kai in, feeling the softness of the head give way to the firmness beneath. He moaned around the girth, savoring the taste of his friend's desire. Soobin's strokes grew firmer, and he could feel the heat building in his own balls, begging for release.

Kai's hand tangled in M/n's hair, guiding him deeper as he pushed his cock into the warm, welcoming depths of his mouth. M/n's throat muscles worked in silent invitation, eager to please. He knew the drill, knew how to make Kai moan and buck his hips, and he reveled in the power he held over the him. The sound of wet, suckling noises filled the room, mingling with Soobin's gentle groans of approval.

With a smooth motion, Soobin positioned himself behind M/n, his cock nudging against the tight, puckered entrance. He lubricated himself with the precum that was already flowing freely from his cock, teasing M/n open with the tip before pushing in. M/n's eyes widened, and he took Kai's cock even deeper, the dual sensation of fullness in his mouth and ass sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Soobin's thrusts grew stronger, and M/n's moans around Kai's cock grew louder, the vibrations adding to the intense sensation. He could feel the head of Soobin's cock brushing against his prostate, the pleasure almost too much to handle. Kai's grip on his hair tightened, guiding him in a rhythm that matched Soobin's movements.

M/n's eyes watered as he deepthroated Kai, taking him in until the base hit the back of his throat. His cheeks hollowed with each bob, his throat muscles working overtime to accommodate the thick length. Kai's breathing grew ragged, and his hips began to buck slightly, pushing deeper into M/n's eager mouth. The young man's eyes met Soobin's in the mirror on the wall, and he could see the mix of pleasure and dominance in the leader's gaze.

Soobin's cock slid into M/n with a smoothness that spoke of experience and practice. M/n's body quivered around the intrusion, the tightness giving way to the familiar stretch that never failed to excite him. He could feel the heat of Soobin's body at his back, the leader's chest pressing against his own as he fucked him slowly, savoring every inch.

"Y-ou're such a f-fucking cock slut," Kai groaned, his voice strained with pleasure as M/n took him deep. The sound of M/n's gagging was music to their ears, a symphony of desire that filled the room.

"I bet you love being used like this, don't you?" Soobin whispered, his breath hot against M/n's neck as he leaned in, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "The gold star pupil, spread open for anyone who wants a taste."

M/n nodded, his eyes still glued to Kai's in the mirror, his mouth full of the latter's cock. He felt the pressure build inside him, a delicious ache that grew with every thrust from behind. Soobin's cock filled him completely, the head brushing against that sweet spot that made his toes curl.

Kai's hand on the back of his head grew more insistent, pushing him to take even more of his length. M/n's throat muscles tightened around the cock, his gag reflex giving way to the sweet obedience that came with being used so thoroughly. He could feel the veins pulsing in Kai's cock, the precursor to his climax, and his own need grew more urgent.

Soobin's strokes grew deeper, his cock plunging into M/n with a steadiness that spoke of his control. Each time he reached the deepest part of him, M/n's body clenched around him, desperate for more. He felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, the pleasure cresting like a wave ready to break.

In the mirror, M/n watched as Kai's eyes rolled back, his breaths coming in sharp pants. His hand on the back of M/n's head was a vice, urging him to swallow every inch. The sight was too much for M/n to bear, and he felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock spasming and leaking onto his stomach.

Soobin must have felt the change in tension because he picked up his pace, his strokes now punctuated by the slap of skin against skin. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and demanding. "You're going to show us how much you love being our little whore."

M/n nodded, his eyes never leaving Kai's in the mirror. He could feel Soobin's cock swelling inside him, knew he was close as well. The pressure in his own balls was unbearable, the heat in his belly coiling tighter and tighter.

With a final, powerful thrust, Soobin hit M/n's prostate just right, and the dam broke. M/n's eyes rolled back in his head as he came, spurts of cum painting his stomach and chest. His throat clenched around Kai's cock, the contractions of his orgasm sending Kai over the edge as well. The older boy's grip on his hair tightened, and he shot his load down M/n's throat, filling him up with his hot seed.

Soobin's orgasm followed, his cock pulsing inside M/n as he emptied himself. The feeling of being filled by both of them at once was overwhelming, and M/n's body quivered with the intensity of it all. He could feel their combined cum leaking out of him, a sticky mess that only added to the delicious feeling of being used so thoroughly.

Kai's grip on M/n's hair loosened, and he gently pulled out, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with saliva. He stepped back, admiring the sight before him. "Look at you," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Our perfect little toy, just waiting to be played with."

M/n felt a rush of satisfaction at the praise, his cheeks still flushed from the exertion. He looked up at Kai through his lashes, his mouth open slightly, the taste of his release still lingering. Soobin slowly withdrew, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he watched M/n's body convulse with the aftershocks of pleasure.