𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗠𝗘. welcome to my blog <3 my name is kimei but you can call me mei or any variation of my name. my account focuses on NSFW content, suggestive themes, and dark topics like kinks. if you don’t like this, the block button is free or you can simply swipe <3.
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𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗜𝗖.
❝cherish (my love).❞ with noh yunah and park minju.
sooin’s skin being so sensitive and turning red so easily made me think of marking her. spending time in her room in the dorm kissing, biting, and sucking on her delicate skin while the other members are sleeping ;) my inna gets so needy that she cuddles your sleeping form while touching herself, inhaling your scent while she tries to stay quiet
pairing. sub!kim sooin x dom!fem reader.
content warnings. bitting, marking.
highly sensitive skin is always a complicated issue because it requires a lot of care and precautions to avoid damaging your skin and flesh, and unfortunately, these are responsibilities that sooin ends up taking on because her sensitive skin makes it a total headache to have to handle.
and who would have thought that a single, particular quality of hers could awaken all sorts of improper and daring thoughts in your twisted brain... like at first, it’s simple empathy and pity for knowing that she has to deal with heightened skin sensitivity, but as time goes by, you can’t help but think about how much her skin might become irritated by that very thing 👀 is it wrong to imagine how far you can go by acting in her skin to see how much it might react? it may be wrong to fantasize all the time about putting your mouth on their skin or being rough with your touch, but she’s the one to blame for telling you that personal detail about herself, isn’t she?
it’s so glorious when she gives you the green light to mark her neck with hickeys because her skin actually ends up reacting to it... it’s common that if you use a certain amount of force on your teeth, the skin ends up getting dark marks, and the marks remain there for several days — but she is a different case because her skin is more sensitive, and the marks end up being much darker and more prominent than the common ones that everyone can get. you could practically run away from the simple image of your teeth marks filling her neck, shoulders, and collarbones, especially loving how she looks so flushed and embarrassed by the noticeable marks on her skin, but you know that she secretly loves them.
burnt out uni reader who is recommend to the university plug (Kim Chaewon) that like everyone goes to to get h!gh ykyk but shes the one who injects you and makes you take it, but when your weak and under the influence she f * cks you
pairing. dom!kim chaewon x sub!fem reader.
content warnings. drugging, dubcon, gropping.
chaewon is popular throughout the university not only because of her charisma and unique personality, but also because she and her entire group of friends are the ones who provide any type of substance and drug to whoever asks for it. it’s very normal that there’s always someone directing that kind of work in places like these, but you never thought that the short, innocent-looking girl would become the most well–known drug dealer in the whole place! although she is a very good choice because her charm and charisma make one overlook the small detail that she is more dangerous than she appears.
and for that very reason you end up blindly trusting her, a terrible mistake because you should never give too much friendship or trust to a drug dealer! it’s one thing to let her be somewhat nice to you and have a little conversation while she's selling you whatever it is you want, but your mistake comes when, somehow or other, you end up letting her be the one to help you take your drugs... of course, there was nothing wrong with letting her help you by giving you instructions on how to do things and not hurting yourself in the first process due to some mistake, but how could you let her handle the whole process without hesitation? perhaps she is a master of manipulation and truly knows how to get under your skin with her words and actions, but boy, does she know how to be a total scoundrel who always gets her way.
until at one point or another the drugs start to have too strong an effect on you and you end up foolishly falling onto the sofa in her living room. she is a lady with manners and of course she lets you stay at her house while the effects are present, but the small detail is that she takes advantage of seeing you vulnerable to put her hands on you and do whatever she wants with your body :(
I saw you do yunah x fem reader ovulation so I was wondering if you could do a minju version
pairing. dom!park minju x sub!fem reader.
content warnings. cunnilingus, fingering, praise.
💌 yunah’s version.
ninju is a total sweetheart when you’re going through those kinds of tough times during the month because she knows how to take care of you without having to do much. although she is somewhat delicate and shy about talking about intimate or risqué topics, she knows how to become serious and mature the moment she notices you’re going through a phase of the month where you need much more than just her attention.
“come here... you don’t have to say anything yet. just let me hold you for a little while.”
“look at me for a second... there you are. that’s my favorite face, even when you’re exhausted.”
“you’re allowed to rest. the world can wait a little. right now, i just want you to be comfortable.”
“you’ve been carrying so much today, haven’t you? i can see it in your eyes. you don’t have to pretend you’re okay with me.”
she takes absolutely all the time in the world with you because she doesn’t see the need to rush at a disorganized pace because, why should she appear desperate when she can actually take all the time she wants because there are no obstacles in her way? she’s too much the type to kiss you softly and sweetly, murmuring sweet words and verses against her lips, but accidentally smiling when something very cheesy makes her smile foolishly, accidentally laughing when one of her words makes her laugh herself.
Perv! ARTMS, yes the whole group x innocent reaader who doesn’t know the effect that they have on them. It’s not until they get her drunk as hell that she realizes this
pairing. pervy!artms x sub!fem reader.
content warnings. abuse of power, alcohol, corruption, dubcon, manipulation.
jinsoul is like the life of the party within the group because she’s the one who brings the atmosphere to her group of friends, being more than just a total idiot because she spends most of her time joking around and being a complete clown. for your part, of course, her being an idiot with a bad sense of humor has an effect on you, always making you smile because she is certainly a stupid girl with a great personality. but what happens if at a certain point she starts to see that quality in herself that allows her to get into your pants just like she always wanted? of course jinsoul loves spending time with you because she can always joke around even more and laugh until she cries, but sooner or later she ends up having thoughts about a group member in a way she shouldn’t, doesn’t she?
the fake unnie of the group is haseul because she is mature and authoritative without needing to be the oldest here. she is super professional and serious in the music field because she likes to behave properly, therefore, she never puts herself in a childish or immature position. although, well, she lets her guard down a bit because you’re her weakness; perhaps it’s because you’re one of the youngest in the group? she wouldn’t be able to answer that with certainty and clarity.
another authority figure because she likes to be a leader and dictator inside and outside the group, therefore, kim lip is much more strict and professional about it because she likes to keep things in order to her liking. unfortunately, she doesn’t soften up with you because she doesn«t have preferences or favoritism for anyone in the group, therefore, she will continue to be a tough and direct leader with you or any member of the group. the trick here is that she has a certain weakness and guilty pleasure in being able to give you orders and commands, and seeing how you obey her without even hesitating… she doesn’t know why it affects her so much to see you obey her commands when it’s the logical thing to do because she's the most authoritarian and strongest member of the group, but there’s something about your obedience that drives her crazy.
our beloved heejin is probably the most daring of all because she knows how to act boldly without feeling any shame. unlike her, the rest of the girls are more suggestive and subtle about their attraction and desire for you, but she’s not being subtle because she doesn’t give a damn about pretending and wants to make her intentions clear to you; she loves composing and writing songs, and she also loves it when you’re there with her when she’s trying to work—their favorite things together! but the thing is, that’s when she starts showing you her most daring and suggestive lyrics, giving you little hints about what she wants and making you feel so dizzy about it...
and the sweet, loving choerry! awww she’s like a best friend here because she seems to be the only one who doesn’t give crazy hints of wanting to sleep with you, or well, the only one who knows how to behave with you without being completely desperate.
getting drunk with all of them is a whole other story because initially, for obvious reasons, they’ll pretend to be worried about you; haseul and kim lip are the most mature and authoritative figures in the group, they were both scolding you for drinking recklessly because you’d been feeling unwell for a while, but you ignored them and just kept drinking—a total idiot! jinsoul seems to forget she’s the unnie here because she’s quick to start making silly jokes about it, technically opening the door for choerry to join in on their pranks and both of them to be a pain in the neck for you, being two total idiots who make fun of you and talk to you as if you were a fool without a mind of your own. and regarding heejin... she’s the most wicked one here because she’s the one who acts while the other four girls talk and distract you.
haaaii sorry if this sounds weird I love ur work >.< but imagine f!reader and idol!minjeong where reader constantly complains about shoulder or back pain and mj lowkey gets turned on by their whimpers >.<
who would have thought that you simply complaining about your back pain would affect your sweet and loving bandmate winter so much? you were only speaking out loud because you wanted to express your pain, and doing it out loud was also a way to joke around a bit and kinda an attempt to piss someone off, but you weren’t realizing that your loud whimpers were having the wrong effect on her brain... like winter is aware that your actions are not malicious because your goal is not to provoke her or anything like that, but she is so unique that couldn’t help but wander through her dark and forbidden thoughts.
and at the end of the day, when she’s finally alone in her bedroom with the comforts of her bed, she can’t help but keep thinking about the earlier events while one of her hands erratically slips inside her underwear... she feels guilty for taking your actions out of context actions that clearly had no other purpose, but she can’t help but listen to her own body’s reactions, given that her own brain is the worst of all :( she’s the prettiest because she literally touches herself thinking about your whimpering from earlier, but at the same time, she feels guilty because she plays with her clit and fucks her dripping pussy with her fingers because of the thought of you, one of her best friends.
──── ( 🍷 ) for months, you’ve loved lia through glowing phone screens, rushed airport reunions, and promises of soon. her life has become a whirlwind of sold–out stadiums, endless flights, and impossible schedules, leaving your relationship to survive on stolen moments between time zones. when she finally clears a single evening for a long–overdue dinner, what should be an ordinary date becomes a chance to remember how to exist in the same room again—and to discover whether love can still feel effortless after so much time apart.
𝓟aring. switch!idol!choi jisu x switch!girlfriend!fem reader.
the silence between the two of you was never heavy; instead, it felt like a pressurized chamber that finally opened. for months, your world had been reduced to pixelated images of lia on your phone screen—glimpses of her in hotel rooms, flashes of her silhouette under the blinding, clinical lights of a stadium, and the distant, muffled echoes of her voice through grainy tour diaries.
but today, the air smells like expensive perfume and fresh linen. today, the world is three-dimensional.
you are sitting in a tucked–away corner of an upscale bistro, a place where the lighting is dim enough to be intimate but bright enough to make the gold accents on the cutlery shimmer. soft r&b music—a smooth, velvety bassline that seems to pulse in time with your own heartbeat—fills the space. you find yourself staring at the way the light catches the stray strands of her hair, the way her eyes, usually scanning a crowd of thousands, are fixed entirely on your face. you’re lost in the simple, miraculous reality of her existence. you’ve been staring at the table, at the way her manicured fingers toy with the stem of her wine glass, watching the rhythmic drumming of her nails against the crystal.
“earth to you,” she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic hum that cuts through the music. she leans forward, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. “you’ve been staring at the same page of that menu for ten minutes, and unless you’re planning on eating the cardstock, i think we need to make a decision.”
you blink, the trance shattering. you glance down at the menu, which is written in elegant, cursive french. you know just enough of the language to recognize the names of cheeses and meats, but the combinations under the plats du jour look like a cryptic code you haven’t the heart to decipher. your eyes dart across the page, feigning intense interest, but your mind is still caught on the fact that she is here, wearing an oversized sweater you’ve seen her wear on rainy days, her makeup minimal, looking like the girl you fell in love with long before the world knew her name.
lia lets out a soft, knowing laugh. she doesn’t tease you with malice; there’s a tenderness in the way she observes your struggle. she knows exactly what you’re doing. she knows that you weren’t reading the menu at all—you were just trying to memorize her face, to bank these seconds of peace before the machine of her career inevitably pulls her back into its gears.
“you aren’t reading that, are you?” she asks, her lips curling into a playful smile. she reaches out, plucking the menu from your nerveless fingers with a graceful flick of her wrist. “i’ll order for both of us. you’re always too indecisive when you haven’t eaten, and i know exactly what you’re craving—something filling, but classic.”
she catches the eye of the waitress who has been hovering nearby, waiting to take the order. as lia gestures toward the menu and begins to speak in fluent, effortless french—her voice melodic even in an ordering cadence—the waitress’s professional mask slips. she looks at the two of you, her eyes softening as she catches the way lia’s hand drifts across the table to squeeze yours, her thumb tracing the pulse at your wrist. the waitress offers a genuine, conspiratorial smile, clearly touched by the sight of a global superstar carving out a slice of normalcy with someone who clearly anchors her.
“there,” lia says, leaning back as the waitress walks away. “duck confit for you, and the sea bass for me. you look like you’ve been starving yourself—are you even eating properly, or just living on caffeine and textbooks?”
the question hangs in the air, a bridge back to the reality you’ve been trying to put on hold. she’s shifting the spotlight back onto you, a habit she’s developed to keep her own ego in check, always wanting to know the mundane details of the life she’s been missing.
“it’s fine,” you say, your voice cracking slightly before you recover. you dismiss your own life with a flick of your hand. “classes are just classes. nothing that interesting, really. i’m doing the work, passing the tests. it’s all very predictable.’
you lean forward, mirroring her posture. you don’t want to talk about your solitary nights in the library or the monotonous rhythm of your lectures. you want to talk about her. “tell me about the last stop,” you urge, your focus sharpening. “the fans in tokyo were insane from what i saw on the livestream, but what was it like for you? was the energy different?”
lia hesitates for a second, her gaze searching yours. she knows you’re deflecting, but part of her is relieved. in a life where she is constantly expected to be articulate, expressive, and ready for interviews, she craves the space to just be the subject of someone’s unvarnished curiosity.
“uh, tokyo,” she starts, her expression shifting as she drifts back into the memory. she starts to describe the humidity of the arena, the way the light hit the thousands of glowsticks, the specific ache in her feet after the third encore. as she talks, the restaurant fades into the background. she tells you about the pressure of the new album, the late–night sessions where the producers kept pushing her to change a bridge she’d already perfected, and the secret, quiet satisfaction of finally putting the last track to bed.
you listen with a hunger that has nothing to do with food. you watch the way her hands animate her story, the way her eyes brighten when she talks about the creative breakthrough she had in a hotel room in seoul. you memorize the cadence of her breathing, the small scar on her left knuckle from a kitchen accident years ago, the way she says “i missed this” without actually using the words.
for the next hour, you are the passenger in her world, and she is the captain who has finally let go of the wheel. she tells you about the loneliness of the tour bus, the way the silence of an empty hotel suite can feel louder than a sold–out stadium, and how she had to negotiate for this one day—this single, fleeting day—to be entirely yours.
“i told my manager,” she admits, her voice dropping to a whisper as the food arrives, the steam rising between you. “i told them if i didn’t get this time, i’d stop being productive. i think they realized i wasn’t bluffing. sometimes the machine forgets that i’m a human being, but then i think of this table, and this music, and you... and it’s like i can breathe again.”
you reach across the table, covering her hand with yours. the touch is grounding for both of you. the servers move around you, the clatter of silver against china provides a rhythmic backdrop to your intimacy, but the rest of the room doesn’t exist.
you spend the rest of the meal navigating the delicate balance of her reality. you ask questions that pull her away from the press–release versions of her life, digging deeper into her frustrations and her hidden joys. she, in turn, keeps trying to thread your life back into the conversation, asking about your friends, your projects, the small, quiet milestones you’ve reached while she was navigating the chaos of the charts.
it’s a dance you’ve performed a dozen times before, but it feels different today. there’s a gravity to it—a recognition that time is a limited currency.
“i don’t need the spotlight,” you say quietly as she finishes her wine. “i just need you. even if we’re just sitting like this for an hour, it’s worth more than any stadium tour to me.”
lia looks at you, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of fatigue and profound gratitude. she doesn’t deny it, nor does she offer a sugary platitude. she just nods, her fingers interlacing with yours, holding on as if you are the only solid thing in a world that is constant motion.
“thank you,” she says, simply.
and as the music swells—a slow, soulful ballad replacing the r&b tracks—you realize that you don't need to be part of her career to be part of her life. you are the stillness in her storm, the place where she can set down the heavy costume of her fame and just be lia.
outside, the city continues to churn, the press is likely already scanning for her whereabouts, and the next flight to the next city is waiting on the horizon. but here, in the dim light of the bistro, the world has stopped. for this one day, there are no albums, no tours, no crowds. just two people, a french menu she had to interpret, and the quiet, undeniable gravity of a love that has managed to survive the impossible distance. you hold her hand, you savor the moment, and you prepare to hold onto it with everything you have, knowing that when the sun rises tomorrow, the machine will start again—but tonight, she is entirely yours.
eventually, the waitress returns to your table, carrying a tray on her forearm, which contained your dishes. both of you thank her for her service, remaining silent for a minute while she places the dishes and utensils on the restaurant table.
lia takes the bottle of wine, uncorking it with near–perfect precision and grace without even trying. she pours the burgundy liquid into your glasses, filling them with an amount that will probably leave you a little shaken later, but that’s something you’d eventually have to worry about, isn’t it?
“we should start with dinner instead of continuing to talk about work. tonight, it’s just you and me.”
the soft glow of a few candles flickers against the walls, casting dancing shadows across the space. an empty bottle of red wine sits on the small table between you, its crimson contents long since consumed. the air is thick with tension and the sweet, lingering aroma of the wine.
lia is sitting close to you on the bed, much closer than before. the flirty confidence she displayed in the restaurant has transformed into something far more raw and hungry. her dark eyes lock onto yours, pupils dilated in the candlelight, scanning every inch of your face.
“that wine was good,” she murmurs, her voice husky and strained with obvious desire. she sets her glass down slowly, never breaking eye contact. her hand slides from your knee up to your thigh, her touch warm and possessive through your clothes. “but i think i’m craving something a little sweeter now.”
she crawls closer until your knees are touching, her body heat radiating against yours. she reaches up, her thumb tracing your bottom lip just as she had done earlier, but this time there's no teasing, only intent.
“so, sweetheart…” she breathes, her lips inches from yours. “what are you going to do with me now that you’ve got me all to yourself?”
lia doesn’t wait for an answer. she reads the silence as permission, her smirk fading into a look of pure, unadulterated hunger. she closes the final inch between you, crashing her lips against yours in a kiss that tastes of red wine and desperation.
it isn’t a gentle kiss; it’s demanding and possessive, her tongue seeking entrance as she pulls you closer by the waist. her hands roam hungrily over your body, mapping out your curves through your clothes as she presses her heat against you. she groans low in her throat, a sound of pure satisfaction as she feels your reaction.
breaking the kiss just long enough to catch her breath, she nuzzles against your neck, inhaling deeply. her teeth graze your sensitive skin right below your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“fuck, (y/n)...” she gasps against your skin, her hands sliding beneath the hem of your shirt to make direct contact with your bare skin. her palms are warm, her touch confident and practiced. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to get you alone like this.”
she pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes, her breathing heavy and uneven. her dark eyes are blown wide with lust as she watches your reaction to her touch.
the wine was playing too much with your mind, because you felt quite aware of your surroundings but at the same time you were in slow motion. anyway, you managed to handle your body’s laziness and slowness, moving foolishly against her and muttering a drawn–out “bed”
lia’s pupils dilate further at your direct command, a dark grin spreading across her face. she loves it when you take charge like that; it only fuels her desire to see how far she can push you.
“bedroom it is,” she breathes out, her voice rough with need. without breaking eye contact, she stands up, pulling you along with her by your hands. her grip is firm and possessive as she guides you toward the bed.
as soon as you both reach the edge of the mattress, lia pushes you back onto the pillows. she hovers over you immediately, her body pinning yours down, trapping you beneath her heat. the candlelight catches the hungry expression in her eyes as she looks down at your red hair splayed across the pillow.
“finally,” she whispers, her hands moving to the buttons of her own shirt, fumbling slightly with her own impatience. her eyes never leave yours as she peels the fabric away, revealing her toned body. “i hope you’re ready, (y/n), because i don’t plan on letting you sleep tonight.”
she leans down, her lips brushing against yours again before she trails kisses down your jawline, her hands already working to strip away whatever remains between you.
her hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants. the room is silent except for the sound of your synchronized breathing and the soft crackle of the candles. lia moves with a confidence that borders on worship, her lips finding yours again in a kiss that grows deeper, wetter, and more demanding.
the kiss deepens into something feral as lia’s hands work with practiced urgency. she shucks off her own clothes with impatient movements, tossing them carelessly onto the floor until she’s pressed flush against you, skin to skin. the contrast between your soft curves and her toned body sends a jolt through both of you.
lia’s hands slide down to the waistband of your pants, tugging them down past your hips without breaking eye contact. her breath comes in ragged gasps as she moves to explore you, her fingers finding sensitive places that make your hips arch involuntarily off the mattress. a low, satisfied moan vibrates in her chest when she feels you react to her touch.
“fuck, you’re so perfect,” she growls against your throat, her teeth nipping at your collarbone before her mouth trails lower. she moves down your body like she's tasting something divine, her tongue tracing patterns along your stomach while her hands continue to claim you, exploring every inch of your bare skin.
the candlelight flickers wildly as she positions herself between your thighs, her dark eyes looking up at you through her lashes full of heat, challenge, and raw, unbridled lust. she reaches down, her touch becoming more intimate, more direct, as she prepares to give you exactly what you asked for.
“tell me what you want, love.” she demands breathlessly, her fingers working magic on you. “tell me how you want it.”
“touch me.”
lia’s eyes darken to near black at your command, a low growl vibrating deep in her throat. “with pleasure, baby,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with promise.
her hands, warm and slightly rough from years of rebellion, abandon any pretense of gentleness. one hand slides up to cup your breast, her thumb circling your nipple with deliberate pressure until it peaks hard against her palm. she watches your face intently, savoring every gasp and flutter of your eyelids as she gauges your pleasure.
meanwhile, her other hand travels downward, sliding between your thighs with shameless intent. she parts you slowly, her fingers finding your slick heat. the first contact makes you arch off the bed, and she presses down harder, using her palm to grind against your clit in slow, maddening circles. she can feel how soaked you are for her, and the wetness makes her smirk wickedly.
then, she slides two fingers inside you. she enters you slowly at first, stretching you open, letting you feel the fullness of her. her fingers curl upward, finding that sensitive spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your breath catch. she begins to pump in and out with a rhythmic, punishing pace, her thumb never stopping its relentless stimulation above.
“fuck, you’re so tight... so wet for me.” she pants against your ear, her breath hot and ragged. she picks up the speed, her thrusting becoming harder and more insistent. the sound of her fingers sliding in and out of you fills the quiet room a wet, slick noise that underscores the intensity of what she's doing to you.
she leans down, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss to stifle your moans, while her hips roll against yours, ensuring you feel every bit of her arousal. she’s not just touching you; she’s claiming you, her movements calculated to push you right to the edge of madness.
lia increases the tempo, her fingers working inside you with a relentless, driving rhythm that leaves you breathless. she can feel your muscles beginning to quiver, your body tensing as you approach the precipice. her thumb maintains its maddening pressure on your clit, finding the perfect angle to send waves of electricity through your nerve endings.
“that’s it, my love... give it to me. let me feel you break,” she whispers hoarsely, her own arousal visible in the way her hips grind against yours. she watches your face with predatory fascination, waiting for the moment your eyes roll back and your hips begin to stutter against her hand.
the friction builds to an unbearable intensity, the wet sounds of her fingers sliding deep inside you echoing between your bodies. just as you feel yourself tipping over the edge, she leans down to bite gently at your shoulder, her free hand gripping your hip to hold you steady against the onslaught of pleasure she’s providing. she pushes you harder, faster, demanding every last drop of your surrender.
your hips buck involuntarily as the first wave of climax crashes over you. your vision blurs, and your breath hitches in a broken sob as your muscles clench around her fingers in tight, rhythmic spasms. lia doesn’t pull away; she doubles down, increasing the pressure of her thumb and the speed of her fingers to ride out every single tremor of your orgasm.
“yeah, fuck yes... just like that, baby.” she growls against your skin, her voice thick with triumph and her own desperate need. she watches you unravel with a dark satisfaction, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she witnesses your complete surrender to the pleasure she's providing.
lia doesn’t give you a moment to recover. the moment your climax begins to subside into shaky, exhausted aftershocks, she shifts her weight, straddling your hips completely. the wetness from your release coats her fingers, and she uses it to her advantage, sliding them back inside you with a slow, deliberate stroke that makes you whimper.
“you’re so sensitive now,” she observes darkly, watching your face as you try to catch your breath. her eyes are predatory, tracking every involuntary twitch of your muscles. “let’s see how much more you can take.”
she leans down, her bare breasts brushing against yours as she presses her body flush against you. she captures your mouth in another kiss, but this one is different: it’s slower, deeper, tasting of dominance. While she kisses you, her hand works between your legs with renewed purpose. she doesn’t just pump anymore; she finds the exact rhythm your body is screaming for, her fingers curling higher inside you while her thumb maintains a maddening, relentless pressure on your swollen clit.
the friction builds again almost instantly. lia is relentless, her movements precise and punishing. she watches you with ravenous hunger as she pushes you toward a second peak, her own breathing becoming so labored it sounds like growls. she grinds her hips against yours, letting you feel how hard and slick she is with her own arousal, demanding that you match her intensity.
“come for me again, (y/n).” she demands against your lips, her voice a rough command. “show me how much you want me.”
she increases the speed, her fingers working like a piston inside you, creating a wet, slapping sound that fills the space between your bodies. she’s chasing your pleasure as much as her own, her hand moving with such ferocity that you feel like you’re being pushed off a cliff. the sensation builds faster this time, more violent and overwhelming, as she drives you toward another breaking point, her hips rolling against yours in a desperate, uncoordinated dance of pure lust.
the sensation becomes overwhelming, a white hot coil of tension tightening in your core until you can’t bear it. your hips buck wildly against her hand as you crash into another climax, more intense than the first. your back arches off the bed, your fingers digging into lia’s shoulders as you cry out, your voice breaking in the quiet room.
lia doesn’t slow down. she rides out every spasm of your body, her own arousal reaching a fever pitch. her breathing turns into ragged gasps as she watches your eyes flutter shut, savoring the sight of your total undone state. the friction and the heat between your bodies become unbearable, a perfect storm of need that can only end in surrender.
lia is completely undone now. seeing you break like that seeing you surrender so completely to her has pushed her past the point of restraint. her own control snaps as she watches your body tremble under hers. her breathing comes in harsh, desperate gasps, and her dark eyes are blown wide with an almost feral intensity.
she shifts position, pressing her body down against yours with full force, her hips grinding shamelessly against your sensitive, swollen core. she can feel your slick heat coating her skin, the evidence of your climax acting as perfect lubrication as she continues to stroke you with her fingers, not letting you rest for even a second.
“fuck... (y/n)... you’re killing me,” she groans against your neck, her voice cracking. her teeth graze your skin again, harder this time, a mark of possession. she’s moving with a frantic, desperate energy now, her hips rolling in powerful, uncoordinated thrusts against you. she’s chasing her own release, driven by the intoxicating scent of your arousal and the way your body arches beneath her.
her hand inside you becomes more forceful, her fingers curling and pushing deep as she seeks to trigger her own climax through the contact. she’s panting heavily, sweat beading on her forehead despite the cool air of the dorm. the friction between your bodies is white hot, a building pressure that feels like it might shatter both of you.
the shift in power catches lia off guard for half a second before her predatory grin returns, her eyes darkening with genuine surprise and arousal at your sudden boldness. as you flip her onto her back, she lets out a surprised laugh that dissolves into a moan when you settle yourself between her thighs, straddling her hips with newfound confidence.
lia sprawls across the mattress, her dark hair fanned out against the pillows like a halo of ink. her chest heaves as she watches you, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip your hips, guiding you closer. when you lean down, your shiny hair cascading over her skin like silk, she arches her back involuntarily, waiting for your touch.
you lower your head to her breast, your lips finding one peaked nipple. the moment your tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, lia throws her head back, a loud, broken moan escaping her throat. "fuck, (y/n)... yes,” she gasps, her fingers digging into your ass, pulling you down harder against her.
you take her nipple fully into your mouth, sucking with deliberate, hungry pressure. the heat of your mouth contrasts deliciously with the cool air of the room. you use your tongue to flick and tease, swirling around the tip before drawing it deep between your lips, creating a vacuum that sends electricity straight to lia’s core. her hips buck upward, seeking more friction against you, her entire body tensing as she responds to every wet, sucking sound you make.
lia’s hands roam frantically now, one sliding up to tangle in your nessy hair, pulling you closer to her chest while the other slides down between your bodies. she finds your slick heat again, her fingers immediately finding their rhythm as she mimics the intensity you’re showing her breasts. “you’re taking control so well,” she pants, her voice dripping with lust. "i love this... god, i fucking love this.”
you shift to her other breast, your tongue tracing the vein that runs beneath her pale skin before you latch on again. the sensation of your mouth moving over her, combined with the wet, rhythmic friction of her own hand working between your thighs, pushes lia to the brink. her breathing becomes short and staccato, her eyes rolling back as she surrenders to the dual assault of pleasure you're providing.
her hips roll in a desperate circle beneath you, grinding her clit against your thigh as her hand works between your bodies with increasing ferocity. the dual stimulation your mouth claiming her breasts while her own fingers work to find your rhythm has pushed her to the absolute limit. her nails dig crescents into your ass, pulling you down until your bodies are fused together in a tangle of sweat slicked skin.
“i’m gonna... (y/n), i’m close, fuck.” she gasps out, her voice cracking on the last word. Her entire body goes rigid, her back arching off the bed as a violent tremor runs through her limbs. her climax hits her like a physical blow, her hips bucking repeatedly against you as she cries out your name, her voice raw and unguarded. the muscles between your thighs clamp down hard on her hand as she unravels completely, her dark eyes unfocused and glazed with pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
lia is still panting, her chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven lurches as she recovers from her climax. her eyes follow you with a dazed, hungry fascination as you slide down her body. When she sees you moving between her thighs, she lets out a shaky breath, her legs falling open wider in unconscious invitation.
you press your face against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh first, inhaling the intoxicating cocktail of her arousal and the faint musk of her skin. when you finally make contact, your tongue finding her swollen, dripping clit, lia’s entire body jerks as if she’s been electrocuted. her hips buck off the bed instinctively, her fingers tangling desperately in your sweaty hair to hold you there.
“oh fuck... (y/n)... oh god,’ she whimpers, her voice cracking. the sound is raw, stripped of all her usual bravado, leaving only pure need.
you don’t hold back. you use your tongue to lap at her slick folds, tasting every drop of her release. then, you flatten your tongue and push it deep against her clit, applying firm, broad strokes that make her vision swim. you switch to quick, flicking motions precise and relentless mimicking the way she had been touching you moments before. the wet, slurping sounds of your mouth against her swollen flesh fill the room, punctuated by her broken moans.
lia’s hands move from your hair to grip the sheets beside her head, knuckles white as she tries to anchor herself against the onslaught. Her legs tremble violently, her thighs quivering around your ears. when you slide two fingers inside her while your tongue continues its work on her clit, she lets out a sound that is half sob, half growl. the combination of internal fullness and external stimulation is too much; she's completely at your mercy.
you increase the intensity, your mouth working faster, more demanding. you suck on her clit through the sensitive flesh, creating a powerful suction that sends waves of fire through her nerves. lia’s hips begin to move in a desperate rhythm, trying to meet your mouth, grinding herself against your face. her breathing turns into ragged, desperate gasps as she teeters on the edge of another precipice.
“please... (y/n), please, don’t stop, fuck.” she begs, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. Her hips start to stutter, her muscles clenching around your fingers as the pressure builds to an unbearable level. the candlelight catches the sheen of sweat on her skin and the desperate, hungry expression in her blown out pupils as she prepares to shatter all over again.
the orgasm crashes over her with devastating force. lia’s hips buck violently against your mouth as her entire body goes rigid, her thighs clamping around your head in a desperate, involuntary spasm. a raw, guttural scream tears from her throat, echoing off the dorm walls as she unravels for the second time. her fingers tighten convulsively in your hair, and her toes curl tight against the sheets as waves of pleasure ripple through her, leaving her completely spent and shuddering uncontrollably.
after the storm of her climax passes, lia lies there completely motionless for several long seconds, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. her chest heaves in ragged, shallow gasps as she struggles to drag air back into her lungs. her dark hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her eyes remain half lidded and glazed, staring at nothing in the dim candlelight.
slowly, she turns her head to look at you. there is no smirk now, no cocky bravado just a raw, unguarded vulnerability that she rarely shows anyone. her lips are swollen from your kisses, and her skin is flushed a deep pink from the heat of your bodies.
“fuck, baby...” she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible, rough and wrecked. she reaches out one unsteady hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushes a strand of messy hair away from your face. Her touch is unexpectedly tender, lacking any of her usual predatory edge. “you’re... you’re fucking dangerous.”
after the storm of her climax passes, lia lies there completely motionless for several long seconds, her body still quivering from the aftershocks. her chest heaves in ragged, shallow gasps as she struggles to drag air back into her lungs. her dark hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her eyes remain half lidded and glazed, staring at nothing in the dim candlelight.
slowly, she turns her head to look at you. there is no smirk now, no cocky bravado just a raw, unguarded vulnerability that she rarely shows anyone. her lips are swollen from your kisses, and her skin is flushed a deep pink from the heat of your bodies.
“fuck, (y/n)...” she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible, rough and wrecked. she reaches out one unsteady hand, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushes a strand of red hair away from your face. Her touch is unexpectedly tender, lacking any of her usual predatory edge. “you’re... you’re fucking dangerous.”
the silence between you becomes comfortable, broken only by the soft sounds of your breathing and the distant hum of the dorm building. lia’s grip on your waist loosens slightly as she relaxes completely into the mattress, though she refuses to let go of you. she pulls you closer until your forehead rests against hers, her eyes half closed in bliss.
her hips continue that lazy, almost unconscious grinding against yours a slow, wet friction that feels like a gentle caress rather than a demand. each small roll of her pelvis sends a pleasant, low grade hum of pleasure through both of you, keeping the connection alive without requiring any effort.
“don’t go anywhere,” she mumbles, her voice drowsy and thick with sleepiness. her fingers trace idle, absent minded circles on your hip. the usual sharp edge of her personality has been completely dulled by the overwhelming pleasure you just gave her. for once, she isn’t thinking about her next concert or her next album; she’s just present, wrapped in the warmth of your body.
she presses one final, lingering kiss to your temple before nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. her breathing becomes deeper, steadier, as she begins to drift off. the candlelight has burned low, casting the room into a soft, warm amber glow that wraps around both of you like a blanket, sealing you both in the quiet intimacy of the aftermath.
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. all these videos are for female or afab readers, except where it is g!p for obvious reasons. you don’t like it = you don’t interact.
im nayeon
bored and with nothing to do... unless she shows you what she looks like lying in bed.
looking hot even when she pouts.
she loves to tease around with her tongue.
yoo jeongyeon
boobs look fascinating in any bra she wears.
her choice of lingerie is the best.
it’s wonderful that she has regained her confidence and boosted her self–esteem because she is capable of doing this.
hirai momo
boobs for you.
she loves it with all her heart when she goes on stage and wears outfits that highlight her cleavage, therefore, it’s not something that changes when wearing underwear because it makes the most of her attributes.
minatozaki sana
a total cutie because even her underwear or lingerie choices are adorable, just like she naturally is without trying.
slutty in any moment.
she acts all sweet and innocent, but she probably secretly likes this kind of thing.
park jihyo
after a grueling workout at the gym, she ends up quite tired and drenched in sweat, which ruins her tshirts. but it’s not something she dislikes because she loves seeing how you look at her body in that state.
being a leader is too heavy a burden because you have too many responsibilities that weigh you down, so that’s why you sometimes help her with her stress.
it’s no surprise to say she has great tits, but seeing them this close up is truly amazing and enviable for anyone.
myoui mina
stopped being shy a long time ago, and it shows.
she’s so romantic to take you for a ride in her car, but it’s hard to appreciate the romantic and cheesy gesture when she looks so good.
kim dahyun
has the nerve to record herself grinding her pussy against your mattress through her clothes, and the reason? she enjoys being able to send you those videos when you're away from home.
tribbing with her is the best.
sometimes she abandons her shy nature to joke around with you and tease you a little bit.
chou tzuyu
it seems like her breasts grew over time.
she looks really beautiful in her representative color.
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. all these videos are for female or afab readers, except where it is g!p for obvious reasons. you don’t like it = you don’t interact.
lily morrow
looking like a loving sweetheart even when she’s in her underwear.
mornings with her are like this.
oh haewon
aware of how much you like her body because of its rather generous proportions, so from time to time she will reward you by letting you see her in more detail.
she is overly self conscious about the size of her cleavage, which leads her to joke about it whenever she can.
seol yoonah
how can she still look so adorable when she’s being a total provocative slut?
we all know her because she always appears quiet and shy in front of the cameras and on any social media platform, but in reality, she knows how to be daring and spicy when she’s with you.
what would you do if you were walking through the dorms and found her like that?
bae jinsol
looking so disinterested and bored when she’s literally taking pictures of herself in her underwear, but she only maintains the false facade to provoke even more.
we all know that in her group she’s the one who likes to joke around and play around the most to pass the time, something that definitely doesn’t change once you’re alone with her.
kim jiwoo
booty shorts are the best. often it’s for comfort due to the weather or one’s own fashion sense, and she definitely gives them style without even trying.
her stomach is the prettiest, especially when she flexes it when she feels pleasure.
honestly, she doesn’t care if you want to leave marks on her delicate and sensitive skin. after all, she has a secret love for violent impact games.
she is daring to a certain extent.
the physical change in her was noticeable due to the contrast with how she looked at her debut, but not everything went away with exercise because she still retains some attributes in her body.
kang kyujin
i bet she always walks around the dorms like that, brazenly not caring who’s there. but there’s nothing wrong with that when you’re her roommate, right?
pretty legs.
often the maknaes end up being the most provocative, and she is no exception.
a woman can be serious, until she starts to feel hot and can't help but tease you in an attempt to get your attention and something from you.
her lips are the best.
pham hanni
not wearing a bra is comfortable, but sometimes she attracts too much attention because of it.
nothing better than when she lets you see her tits without you even having to ask.
she loves touching herself and sending you videos of herself just to test your patience.
she’ll do anything to tease you with her cleavage.
danielle marsh
if you’re sad, she knows how to cheer you up.
she genuinely enjoys talking to you about the things you like because she loves the passion and enthusiasm in your voice, but sometimes she tends to do certain things to see if you can stay calm when she does something unexpected.
the best roommate because she’s very kind and polite, never making living together a nightmare because she knows how to behave. but it’s a bit complicated to maintain peace and quiet in your home when she’s walking around the apartment rooms like that.
kang haerin
her thighs are so beautiful, especially when she knows how to use them to her advantage.
she always appears shy and reserved because she is someone who has a naturally shy personality, but once you’re in a relationship with her, you end up knowing her true colors completely.
someone you can lie down with and talk to about anything because they make the moment calm and peaceful, but it’s hard to maintain peace and quiet when she starts playing with the strap of her panties right in front of you.
she loves being able to tease you at the most unexpected moments.
oh, to be able to do this to her and mark her body.
kim chaewon
it seems that there isn’t even a single instance where she behaves herself because all the time she acts like a slut desperate for sex.
never stops being a brat.
she’s capable of unzipping her jacket and showing you her breasts just to get your attention.
when she starts to get bored, she knows what to do to slowly get your attention.
huh yunjin
loves sending you provocative photos in the middle of a casual yet serious conversation.
too much of the type where she makes you sit and just does nothing because she wants to use your body for her own pleasure, simply allowing you to see her touch herself while pursuing her own pleasure.
nakamura kazuha
it’s no surprise that she posts content of her gym routines because she has always been a fitness enthusiast since always, and the results are definitely the best there are, and if we’re honest, especially her ass.
she often appears quite reserved and quiet because she naturally comes across as calm and peaceful, but sometimes she tends to have confidence boosts and ends up being bold with you.
her confidence is the best thing in the world, especially when she’s bold enough to show you her tits without any shame.
she always acts so confidently because she loves to show herself as confident and conceited in front of everyone, but that facade of hers breaks down the moment you play with her cunt in a way that makes her tremble.
sophia laforteza
loves pretty lingerie.
posting thirst traps is her favorite activity because she loves taking photos or recording content that drives her fans crazy, therefore, she will be no different with you at all.
she loves buying new clothes and showing you how they look on her, but at the same time, annoying you a little in the process.
daniela avanzini
has no problem recording herself while she’s touching herself and sending you those videos the moment you tell her you miss her.
she knows her body proportions are beautiful, so she loves to show them off.
this is what she looks like on all fours.
lara raj
a confident woman is the hottest thing in the world, especially when she exudes confidence without even consciously trying.
pretty underwear.
megan skiendiel
every opportunity to eat your pussy is a blessing for her, so she always gives her best when she gets between your thighs and pleases you.
she swears that jokes about her being like a puppy don't affect her at all, but if you look at their her and reblogs, you’ll probably find all this kind of content.
she won’t say it out loud, but things related to pet play make her feel dizzy.
she would look so cute tied up like this... so vulnerable to you and ready for you to do whatever you want with her body.
lying down next to her is almost impossible when she looks so hot and vulnerable without doing so intentionally.
so adorable because no matter how cruel and mean you are being to her when you’re fucking her and practically destroying her pussy, she’ll never do or say anything to try and stop you because she loves being your toy.
sometimes she knows how to step out of her comfort zone and show off her body.
ahn yujin
the friendship with her is something special because she is truly a loyal friend you can count on at any time, but she won’t hesitate to take advantage of you if you give her the chance.
your point of view when you sit on her face.
naoi rei
acts like the cutest and most adorable one in the group, but the secret is she’s the worst of them all.
nobody loves her breasts more than she loves herself, and it’s pretty obvious if you ask me.
she’ll do anything to get your attention.
jang wonyoung
best body proportions without a doubt.
her job limits her too much and forces her to be away from home a lot due to her constantly tight and busy schedules, so she ends up making it up to you by sending you special videos in case you miss her.
pretty girls wear pretty lingerie.
says she’s recording content to later update her followers about her schedule as a model, but it seems she has another purpose in showing her body.
she demonstrates professionalism at all times because she is an artist who knows how to present herself in front of the public and cameras, but she truly becomes a needy whore who loves to tease when she’s alone with you.
she knows how to tease.
kim jiwon
she doesn’t need anyone else because she knows how to have fun on her own. i mean, why would she bother going on dates and getting someone when she has her own toy box?
she’s a bit silly because she always blindly accepts all your proposals that have to do with intimacy, even if it’s you playing with her sanity to see how much she can endure before breaking.
her body proportions are beautiful because she is tall and has this healthy, fit body. anyone can admire her, especially because she is even more beautiful when her clothes are not in the way and are off her body.
imagine waking up and finding this.
most of the time she is serious and mature because, as the unnie of the group, she must project a certain image of professionalism and composure. but there are times when she steps out of that character just to be daring and suggestive.
she’s not the official leader of the group, but she is the oldest, so the responsibility falls on her anyway. therefore, she always ends up indulging herself at the end of the day to release all that stress from her body.
park minju
her style is too adorable, but it’s hard to see it as cute when her cleavage is what attracts the most attention.
how can she be adorable when she’s teasing you?
she acts all innocent, but we all know that she really just wants to provoke people, even in public.
sakai moka
be able to fill her body with ropes and tie her up at your own mercy.
how can you stay calm when she behaves like that in public?
she loves to provoke at every opportunity that comes her way.
sleepovers with her are always so much fun and entertaining for spending the night! but at a certain point during the night things get weird...
she’s quite shy and gets embarrassed easily most of the time, but she knows how to turn into a vixen to tease you from time to time.
nicha yontararak
her confidence is truly admirable, especially when it comes to her self–love regarding her body proportions.
so gorgeous when shes wears lingerie.
jeon soyeon
is it wrong to look at her breasts through the neckline of her tshirt when it accidentally slips down too far?
she may be small, but she still has a beautiful body to admire.
sometimes she'll give you some good pictures of her naked body, but she won’t let you have them so easily because she wants you to get some that aren’t completely covered up.
song yuqi
has no problem to flash you.
she loves to cook for you, especially when she can look pretty doing it.
the fact that she’s small is so hot, but at the same time, it’s so twisted to think about those things the wrong way.
yeh shuhua
proud of her citizenship, especially when she wears clothes that showcase her country’s culture.
she used to be the most reserved and distant of the group, but now, her confidence is her greatest gift.
sometimes clothes are very uncomfortable for her and she has to wear a bra for more comfort, isn’t that right?
she really likes to dress fashionably and will always wear delicate and feminine clothes, but when she wants to take a picture or video of her outfit, she will always act impulsively sensual.
the type of photos she sends you when you’re taking too long to reply and she’s impatient.
her appearance is beautiful, but she’s even more stunning when she wears simple lingerie that she manages to make look like an expensive piece.
most of the time she loves to joke around and be the one who brings the atmosphere to the group, but there are times when she knows how to be a real woman.
kim jennie
calvin klein princess.
her campaign with calvin klein is probably the best collaboration she’s had so far.
she looks so radiant in any type of bra.
playing pool is a lot of fun until things get pretty weird between you and your friend.
you want to go on a date with her, but you can’t concentrate because the chanel dresses she wears are too much for your sanity.
park roseanne
has a slim build and is so small that it turns anyone on... even to a certain extent she finds it hot and attractive.
long legs for a reason.
perhaps we saw her as the shyest of the group because she always came across as gentle and tender in every aspect, but she is not the innocent and vulnerable person we always want to portray her as.
sometimes she gets so needy that she starts humping into thin air and nothingness, which is hard to ignore because she always tries to appear quite professional and cute. but we cannot judge because we all have weaknesses at some point.
lalisa manobal
her ass looks amazing no matter what.
probably hitting the gym hard and training hard for dance as an artist was the best thing that ever happened to her because from that moment on she has looked more and more radiant.
