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Hi, I’m friestyrantbasement, but you can call me Kas or FTB. I’m a male reader writer and am at your service🫡…. Requests are open.
I’m okay with writing most kinks, I will let you know if there is something that I won’t for example, I wont write about murder or anything crazy like that.
W.I.P
Series:
Ensemble cast
Tough conversations and good distractions (TCGD)
Idols + groups masterlist:
IVE
G!P Wonyoung x M Reader
Kwon Eunbi
Aespa
Giselle x M reader (Miyeon mention)
ILLIT
ITZY
Lia x reader
Le Sserrafim
Fromis_9
WJSN
Newjeanz
Girls generation
Twice
(if there are idols that arent here just send the ask first and ill let yk)
still thinking fondly of people who don't give a shit about me
Any plans on continuing Tough conversations and good distractions?
Yesss, I realized there was like 3 major plot holes and I was so fucking embarrassed😭😭 I had to redo the entire series…
Sorry for how long it takes me to put out fics you guys, I’m just really worried that I’ll be putting out hot trash if I don’t go over my shit properly😭😭😭
Drive you crazy
M reader
Cart: Miyeon, Giselle
Tags: Succubi, post breakup, highly likely part two, blowjob, Giselle has a massive butt
“I’m serious, Giselle. If we don’t find a human for the company, we’re going to get fired for real.” Miyeon mumbles, her words getting caught in her throat just imagining getting fired.
She didn’t want to be one of those succubi that had gotten fired just because she wasn’t ‘seductive’ enough. Miyeon’s partner and close friend didn’t have that same problem.
Giselle was definitely seductive enough to catch a human, her charm could make even the most devout monks blush but she was horrible at removing their desire afterwards, and that was their entire purpose.
It wasn’t just about luring humans in. The energy they needed the kind that powered the eternal hell charm potions, it was the most popular product amongst modern demons came from extracting human lust.
“I said I was working on it,” Giselle said lazily, reclining across the ragged velvet couch in their dormitory. Her tail flicked behind her in rhythmic loops, almost hypnotic.
“Besides, I got close with that Jewish investment banker in Midtown last week. Almost too close. He was about to propose. Can you imagine?”
Miyeon flinched. “You didn’t say that.”
“I didn’t want to worry you. He was just going on and on about this rabbi he knew in upstate New York.”
Miyeon gave her a long, slow look. “Giselle. He was about to propose. That’s like stage-five clinger behavior. You hypercharged his attachment.”
“I panicked, okay?” Giselle sat up, brushing imaginary dust off her sleek black minidress. “He started crying when I mentioned soul cycles. What was I supposed to do, slap the desire out of him?”
“No, you were supposed to do your job!” Miyeon hissed, pacing across the cracked floor tiles of their shared unit. “We’re on our third probation. Third, You know what comes after this?”
“Unbinding.”
“Worse. Desk duty.”
Giselle gasped. “You mean like… paperwork?”
“And spreadsheets,” Miyeon added, gulping.
A silence settled between them like a funeral shroud. Even the lights flickered in sympathy. “We’re not made for spreadsheets,” Giselle said eventually. “Our talents would wither.”
“Exactly. So, we need a human. A good one. Fast. And this time, no emotional implosions.”
“Fine. I’ll pick someone tonight.” Giselle rolled her eyes, picking at her long acrylic nails.
“Not just anyone. A clean energy source. Willing, capable, and totally ghostable.” Miyeon pushes up her glasses.
“You make it sound so easy,” Giselle sighed. “You know, maybe if they trained us properly instead of rushing us through Succubus Academy in eighteen months—”
“We got the fast track because of us cheating on all of our assignments,” Miyeon reminded her. “They thought we were prodigies.”
“They thought you were a prodigy,” Giselle muttered.
“And you managed to seduce 100 people in a week during our final exam.” Miyeon rebutted.
They both can’t help but smile at each other.
They’d been a team from the start—Giselle with her luminous skin and liquid voice, Miyeon with her tight control over her power and energy harvesting efficiency.
On paper, they were perfect. In practice, they were HR’s worst nightmare.
“I’ll go out tonight,” Giselle said with newfound resolve. “I’ll pick someone boring and safe. A schoolteacher. Or an accountant.”
“No musicians. No actors. No one who writes poetry in the rain.”
“Miyeon. I said accountant. I got this.”
“I’ll come with you.” Miyeon says calmly.
“What, you don’t trust me?” Giselle’s eyebrow cocks upward.
“I trust you exactly enough to know I should come with you.”
——
They hit the mortal realm at 10:47 p.m., just in time for the last wave of Friday night desperation to crest over the city.
The club they entered was one of the agency’s approved venues, laced with low-level signals that disguised any non-human activity. Mortals brushed past them, their bodies humming with need, loneliness, thrill-seeking.
Giselle’s eyes glowed faintly as she scanned the crowd. “Target-rich environment.”
It wasn’t long before Giselle found him. You stood at the edge of the dance floor, nursing a half-melted drink and scrolling something on your phone with the despondent air of someone who thought they should be somewhere else.
You weren’t particularly attractive, but tall and maybe a bit muscular but you had the most important trait: vulnerability.
“That one,” Giselle said.
Micron followed her gaze and nodded. “Looks emotionally available.”
“And already halfway miserable,” Giselle added. “Prime harvesting conditions.”
“Hey!” Giselle smiles at you, your eyes look up at her.
‘Gosh, just what I need, a bar girl who wants me to buy 12 bottles of champagne and vodka for her’
You nod your head horribly slowly, the alcohol was already getting to you and the double D’s of this gorgeous woman was adding on to the delirium of the night.
“Are you here alone?” You were actually just here with your girlfriend Minjeong, who said she was sick of your wishy washy attitude and got up and left.
“Yeah, alone.” You knock back another sip of whatever is in your cup. The woman sits down beside you and removes the cup from your hand.
You let her.
“You look lonely,” she whispers, her voice like warm smoke curling into your ear, “like someone who’s been waiting for something to take their mind off something.”
Her lips fall to your neck, lightly brushing against your skin. The soft muscle stirring you up. Holy fuck, does it feel nice to have someone on you like this.
She grabs your hand, you pay for whatever drink she wants and the two of you leave. You’re so drunk that you barely realize you're in a taxi with the ‘bar girl’ and suddenly an office woman.
Both of their large breasts pressing against each side of your arm and you can almost hear what they're arguing about.
“You weren’t supposed to get him this drunk, Giselle!” The office woman groaned, pushing up her glass as she wrote a bunch of notes down in what seems to be a public service statement.
“I wasn’t trying to! I was just getting him a little loose…” Giselle laughed, her perfectly manicured fingers playing with your hair.
“He’s kind of cute, don’t you think? In a kind of high school loser way.” Giselle murmurs, her fingers playing with your earlobe now.
“Can’t be bothered to notice what’s going on in his face as long as I’m still writing this report.”
The taxi driver pulls up in front of a dark and gloomy mansion that seems far too remote for a driver to be out here.
“Thank you, Mikael. So fast, another reason why I like angel drivers.” The lady with the glasses thanks the driver.
The old man softly chuckles at Miyeon’s words, as his wrinkled hand waves the three of you off.
“Can’t believe he’s retiring, I don’t know who’s going to help us transport for such a low price.” Giselle groans, pressing her breasts against your arm as she pulls you to the large gate.
“I know, it was only 20 desires for every trip.” Miyeon pushes up her glasses as she opens the gate.
The house is large and it’s obvious no one but the two women live there. The house has a slight hot pink tint to it, but you can’t tell if a house has an aura or if you’re just drunk out of your mind.
Either way, you're led up to a large room with only a red silk edged bed in the center. The room looks rather pretty but in a pornagraphic way.
Giselle pushes you down onto the bed, your elbows holding your torso up. “What’s going on?” You finally ask.
“You’re asking that now only after we have you here? You’re a kidnapper's dream.” Miyeon teases pulling out a chair as she perches a laptop on her mile long legs. Giselle giggles as she lays a hand against your chest, softly rubbing over your clothed body.
You let out a soft sigh as she slowly unbuttons your shirt. “You go to the gym? I love a guy who can lift.” She purrs, her hips gyrating over your crotch. You let out a soft groan, encouraging her dance.
“Stop wasting time, Giselle. Let’s at least get something started.” Miyeon’s expression is unmoving even as Giselle peels off her dress, leaving the busty woman in only her lingerie.
“Ugh fine, prude.” Giselle clicks her tongue then her eyes fall back to your face, with your eyebrows pulled into a tight furrow. “Though I’m sure Sir over here would looove to move things along.”
Your hand moves to your waist unbuckling your leather belt. Giselle scoffs at you but allows you to drag down your pants to your knees.
Your underwear wasn’t the only thing to slide down, Giselle moves down as well. Her pretty little head resting against your inner thigh. Her pink tongue cat licks your skin.
Out of haze and trance of pleasure you see a beautifully long tail peek behind Giselle. For a moment you think your eyes are betraying you and maybe it was just a skillfully worn cosplay.
Before you could continue to rationalize your thoughts, the succubi in between your thighs places her hand atop of your cock. Coaxing and rubbing with whatever precum dribbles down acting as your lubricant.
“Giselle, hide your tail. You’re scaring him.” Miyeon says, her lips moving into a pout worried you might run off.
“I don’t think I am. Sir seems to enjoy the tail.”
Giselle’s lips wrap around your tip and she trails the tip of her tongue around and around. Giving a light sucks whenever she feels like it.
“Fuckk.” Is the only thing you can say as you edge her head further down your shaft. The tongue flattens against your cock as she licks it from the bottom.
You can’t hold back anymore and you grab the back of her head and make her deep throat your cock. Your head finally falls back and your hips jolt to keep your cock inside her mouth against her movements.
Clearly annoyed by your lack of respect, Giselle slaps your hands away and begins bobbing her head. You can feel saliva leaking from the side of her mouth down your cock.
“Hurry up, Giselle. He’s almost there.” You weren’t sure how Ms. Glasses knew you were about to orgasm but she wasn’t wrong.
It has been a while since you’ve gotten a blow this good, especially since starting a relationship with Minjeong. You liked how innocent the girl was but she was rather conservative when it came to sex.
Your thoughts are put to a halt as you feel your balls tighten, the pit of your stomach fluttering as you feel ropes of cum enter Giselle’s mouth.
You half expect the woman to spit it out but Giselle swallows. “Seriously, it’s been a while since I’ve had a load that delicious!” Her face was red with happiness.
Miyeon furrows her eyebrows. “Lucky~” She mumbles her pen pressing against her bottom lip. You can see out of the corner of your eye, her thighs pressing together.
“Do you want some?” You don’t know what on green earth possessed you to say that but you did. Miyeon’s face turns beat red, she turns her nose up at you with a small ‘hmph’.
“Ignore her, I don’t plan on sharing anyways.” Giselle says, her hand pressing against your chest pushing you down on your back flat.
You can’t even imagine how strong this woman is, you thought you were putting up a decent fight but she was too strong.
Whatever, it’s not like you had something against gym mommies. Giselle slides down the strap of her dress of her shoulder and slides the entire dress off her beautiful figure.
She sports a dark pink lingerie that surprisingly omits the panties and only connects a garter belt to her bra. Your mouth dries at the sight, your cock twitching in excitement.
“You like what you see, human?” Giselle muses, her voice as sweet and slow as molasses. You nod your head as your hands find her thighs, the plump skin spilling between your finger spaces.
Your head suddenly remembers Minjeong’s frail body, her teary eyes as she first confessed to you.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of another woman with me?” Giselle kisses her teeth in annoyance. Your eyebrows twitch in surprise, was this woman reading your mind?
“Stop wasting time, Giselle. He’s already wavering.” Miyeon says, her eyes firm and locked onto you. She lowers herself onto you, her pussy enveloping your cock in warmth.
Your cock pulses in urgency, hungrily gasping in shock. ‘Why is she so fucking tight?’ You hear Giselle giggles on top of you.
“Oh my god.. you’re actually reading my mind… holy shit.” You pant, your hips still twitching. “Shh, don’t worry about that for now.”
Giselle lifts her hips only leaving the tip to remain and slams back down onto your cock taking it to the hilt. “Mmmh, fuckkk that’s it.” She moans, her head knocking back.
Her hips fall into an egregious rhythm with her ass jiggling every time it makes contact with your thighs.
You felt her soft buttfat hit right against your thigh and it drove you crazy. You reached her butt to cop a feel.
Squeezing, and churning the tender muscle in your hands, some of it leaking out of your fingers. It was incredibly soft. Your hands roam all over the woman’s gorgeous body.
Playing with her with increasing intensity, the sight of this impossibly beautiful woman was enough to drive you crazy.
“Giselle, hurry up. It’s taking way too long.” Miyeon’s voice cut in. Giselle’s hips stutter for a moment before you begin to feel something warm.
“Sorry, he’s just got a lot more than I expected.” She takes a moment but doesn’t stop moving. If anything she speeds up.
You're aware of Minjeong somewhere in the back of your mind, of her tear-streaked face as she walked away from you tonight. But that memory is being drowned, submerged by wave after wave of pure sensation.
Giselle's body is impossibly hot around you, clenching and releasing in rhythms that feel less like sex and more like being devoured.
"Focus," Miyeon says, and you realize she's moved closer. Her chair scrapes against the floor. "You're going to burn through him before we get anything usable."
"He's not burning," Giselle gasps, her hips never slowing. "He's—fuck—he's enjoying it." She's right. You are. More than you've ever enjoyed anything.
Your hands move from her ass to her waist, gripping hard enough to bruise, and you pull her down onto you with each thrust.
Her head falls forward, dark hair curtaining around both your faces. "That's it," she whispers against your lips. "Just let go. Let me have it."
The orgasm rips through you with force you've never experienced. Your vision whites out. Your back arches off the bed.
When you come back to yourself, Giselle is slumped against your chest, breathing hard. Her skin is flushed, glowing faintly in the dim room.
And her tail, you can't deny it now, not with it wrapped lazily around your thigh, is very real.
You turn your head. She's still sitting in the chair, laptop open on her thighs, but she's not typing anymore.
Her glasses have slipped down her nose, and her cheeks are stained pink. Her thighs are pressed together so tightly you can see the muscles trembling.
"Miyeon," Giselle says without lifting her head from your chest. "You're leaking too."
"Shut up."
"Your tail's out."
You follow Giselle's gaze.
Sure enough, a thin, elegant tail has unfurled from behind Miyeon, its arrow-tip twitching against the arm of her chair. She yanks it back with a sharp intake of breath.
"I'm fine. Just finish the extraction so we can—"
"We're done," Giselle says, finally pushing herself up. She stretches like a cat, her back arching, and you watch her tail curl with the movement.
“Got way more than we needed, actually." She looks down at you with something almost like curiosity.
"You're a weird one. Most humans pass out after that."
You're not sure what to say. You're not even sure what just happened. You're lying in a strange bed in a strange house with two women who have tails, having just had the most intense sexual experience of your life, and somewhere in the back of your mind you're aware that you should probably be terrified.
Instead, you're just... tired. Heavy. Like something vital has been siphoned out of you.
"Is he going to be okay?" Giselle asks, and there's actual concern in her voice.
Miyeon finally stands, walking over to the bed. Up close, you can see that her hands are shaking slightly.
She looks at you with those sharp, analytical eyes, and for a moment you see something behind them that isn't professional detachment.
"He'll be fine. A few days of low energy, maybe some mild depression. Standard extraction symptoms." She pauses. "We should get him water. Food. The usual protocol."
"Since when do you care about the usual protocol?" Giselle grins.
"Since HR has been up our asses about sustainable harvesting practices. I'm not getting written up again because you left another human dehydrated in a ditch."
"I never left anyone in a—it was one time!"
You laugh. You're not sure why, maybe it's the exhaustion, maybe it's the absurdity of the situation.
Maybe, it's the way these two impossibly beautiful demon women are bickering over you like you're a houseplant they forgot to water.
But the sound surprises all three of you.
Giselle looks down at you, her head tilted. "He's got a nice laugh."
"Don't get attached."
"I'm not getting attached. I'm just saying. Nice laugh. For a human."
Miyeon sighs, long and suffering. She reaches out and adjusts your shirt—the one Giselle unbuttoned earlier—pulling it closed over your chest. Her fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary.
"You should sleep," she says quietly. "We'll... figure out the rest in the morning."
"Morning?" You finally find your voice. It comes out rough. "What happens in the morning?"
Miyeon and Giselle exchange a look. Something passes between them—an entire conversation in a single glance.
"That depends," Miyeon says carefully. "On whether you want to remember this."
You blink at her. "Remember?"
"We can wipe it," Giselle explains, settling back down beside you. Her tail curls around your wrist, warm and surprisingly soft.
"Standard procedure. You wake up tomorrow with a hangover and no memory of how you got home. Life goes on."
"Or?" You ask, because you can hear the alternative hanging in the air.
Miyeon's eyes meet yours. Her glasses have slipped down again, and without them, her face looks different. Younger. More human.
"Or you remember. And you decide what you want to do with that information."
The room is quiet. Somewhere in the house, something creaks, old bones, settling. The pink tint of the walls seems to pulse gently, like a heartbeat.
You think about Minjeong, walking away from you tonight. You think about the empty apartment waiting for you, the silence you were going to drown in.
You think about the way Giselle's tail feels around your wrist, and the way Miyeon's hand trembled when she touched you.
"Let me remember," you say.
Giselle grins. Miyeon's expression doesn't change, but something in her eyes softens.
You fall asleep between them, and for the first time in months, you don't dream of anything at all.
---
When you wake, the light is different. Pale morning filtering through curtains you don't recognize.
The bed is empty beside you, but the sheets still smell like flowers and something darker.
There's a glass of water on the nightstand, a plate of toast, and a note written in looping handwriting:
Breakfast is at 9. Don't be late. — M
Below it, in different handwriting, sharper and quicker:
Or don't. I'll bring you coffee in bed if you ask nicely. — G
You pick up the note, and for a long moment, you just look at it. Two demons. One apartment. A job you still don't fully understand.
You should leave. You know you should leave. This is the part in every story where the human runs, counts their blessings, never looks back.
Instead, you eat the toast. You drink the water. And at 8:57, you pull on your clothes from last night and follow the smell of coffee down a hallway that seems much longer than it did coming in.
When you push open the kitchen door, both of them look up.
Giselle is perched on the counter in what appears to be a silk robe that's doing very little to contain her.
Miyeon stands at the stove, still in her blouse from last night, frying eggs with the same intensity she brought to her laptop.
"You're early," Miyeon says.
"I'm hungry."
Giselle laughs, bright and genuine. "I like him."
"You like everyone who lets you ride them into next week."
"That's not true. I'm very selective."
Miyeon rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. She slides an egg onto a plate and pushes it across the island toward you. "Eat. You'll need your strength."
"For what?"
She doesn't answer. But Giselle's tail flicks, and Miyeon’s, there it is again, curling briefly around the handle of the coffee pot, and you realize you're not afraid.
You should be. You probably will be later, when the reality of what happened last night fully hits you.
But right now, standing in this too-pink kitchen with two demons bickering over breakfast, you feel something you haven't felt in a long time.
Curious. Alive.
Like maybe getting kidnapped was the best thing that could have happened to you.
You take a bite of eggs. They're perfect.
"So," you say, reaching for the coffee. "What exactly does your job entail? Besides the obvious."
Miyeon pushes her glasses up. Giselle leans forward, robe gaping.
And for the first time, they start to tell you the truth.
twin is ur bio a keem reference 💯!?
YESSS IT ISS
Bro, look at my lawyer
Jiwoo x Male reader
Tags: smut, slight comedy(?), praise kink, soft and fluffy, riding
WC: 2.6k
Notes: Jiwoo is horrible at her job but we’ll let it slide🙂↕️ Sorry for the wait, I’ll hop back on my grind🫡
“Bro, this week cannot get any more shit.”
Your head is resting against your pillow as today is your scheduled meeting with your lawyer, Kim Jiwoo.
Some minor car accident and now the other driver just won’t fucking drop it, and all of a sudden you have to go to court. Like damn, what happened to going to court for actual serious problems?
You barely tapped their bumper at a red light — like, barely. If the accident had been any gentler, it would’ve been considered a hug. But nooo, now they’re acting like you launched them into orbit. They’re limping around like they’ve just returned from war, holding their neck like it’s an Oscar-worthy performance. At this point, you’re convinced their chiropractor is their co-conspirator.
Meanwhile, your lawyer Kim Jiwoo is some newbie lawyer who majored in Singing and probably shouldn’t be handling your case. You call her for legal advice and she somehow ends up giving you life coaching, and now you’re accidentally reflecting on your childhood trauma while filling out witness statements.
Powerful stuff.
You don’t know how well she can do her job but she’s all you got or more like all you can afford.
To top it off, your car is now making weird sounds like it’s crying at night. Not beeping, not screeching — crying. Like it knows the trauma it’s caused and is just as emotionally wrecked as you are. You pat the dashboard and whisper, “It’s not your fault,” but deep down, you know both of you need therapy. Or maybe just a nap.
Preferably until this court nonsense goes away.
Kim Jiwoo, bless her heart, is fresh out of law school. Like, she still uses sticky notes for everything and once brought a highlighter to court like it was a weapon of justice. She’s got the enthusiasm of a golden retriever on espresso and the courtroom experience of a child playing “lawyer” with Lego people. But she’s kind — painfully kind. So kind that when the opposing counsel raised his voice last time, she apologized to him and offered him a mint.
Still, she’s trying her absolute best. She’s been sending you articles titled things like “How to Mentally Prepare for Small Claims Court Without Crying” and “Understanding Your Rights (When You’re Kinda in the Wrong)”.
You want to be annoyed, but then she shows up to meetings with homemade cookies labeled “Exhibit A: Chocolate Chip Justice” and you just… can’t. You’re doomed, but at least you’re doomed with snacks.
You show up to the meeting still half-dressed in court-appropriate clothes — button-up on top, pajama pants on the bottom. Jiwoo doesn’t judge, she just gives you a little nod like, “I, too, am barely surviving.”
She’s got a stack of printouts, half of which are probably unrelated, but you appreciate the effort. One of them is definitely a takeout menu from a sushi place. You’re not sure what kind of legal strategy that is, but you’re hungry and willing to explore it.
“So, uh, I’ve drafted your opening statement,” she says, sliding over a piece of paper written in Comic Sans. You’re about to object on moral grounds alone, but she looks so proud of it.
“I even added a part where you apologize just enough to sound nice but not guilty,” she beams. You wonder briefly if you’re starring in some legal sitcom, but the laugh track is just your inner screaming.
As she runs through the plan, it becomes obvious that Jiwoo has never actually been in a courtroom without Googling what side the lawyer sits on. At one point she says, “We’ll totally object to that,” and you gently remind her that you’re the defendant in a civil case, not starring in Law & Order. She blushes, scribbles something in her notebook (probably “learn what objections are”), and moves on like a champ.
But damn if she isn’t determined.
She’s made color-coded tabs for your files, highlighted the mildly relevant parts of the police report, and even practiced your “sympathetic but not pathetic” facial expression with you in the mirror. It felt ridiculous at the time, but now you’re pretty confident you could win an Emmy and a reduced sentence.
As the meeting wraps up, Jiwoo gives you a hopeful smile and says, “We got this.” And somehow, against all logic, you believe her. Not because of her legal expertise, which is… still under construction, but because she’s genuinely trying to help. And at this point, kindness feels like the most powerful defense you’ve got.
That, and maybe the cookies.
——————-
The day of court arrives and from the moment you walk in, it’s clear: you’re totally, utterly, cosmically fucked. Kim Jiwoo is standing in front of the courthouse like she’s about to present her eighth-grade science fair project — nervous smile, trembling hands, and clutching a binder like it contains ancient legal scrolls. Spoiler: it doesn’t. It contains exactly one copy of your statement, three inspirational quotes, and — somehow — a granola bar.
You slide into your seat at the defendant’s table and glance over at the other side. And there he is — the guy suing you. Dressed like he’s about to prosecute Voldemort himself. His lawyer looks like he’s been practicing law since Moses came down from the mountain. He’s got those gold glasses, a pinstripe suit, and a voice so deep and calm it probably lowers your blood pressure just listening to him. You whisper to Jiwoo, “This isn’t a trial, it’s a fucking ritual sacrifice.”
Five minutes into the proceedings, Jiwoo tries to object to her own statement. You put your face in your hands and seriously consider faking a seizure just to get out of the building. At one point, she calls the judge “sir,” then corrects herself to “your majesty,” and somehow makes it worse. The judge gives you both a look that says, I’m too old for this shit, and waves it along like he’s just waiting for lunch.
Eventually, you lean over to Jiwoo and mutter, “Just fucking scrap it. Seriously. Whatever the lowest settlement is, just grab it like it’s the last chicken nugget in a divorce.” She looks like she might cry, but then nods like a soldier who knows the battle is lost but the war is… well, also probably lost, but she’ll go down swinging. You watch her approach the opposing lawyer like a toddler approaching a grizzly bear with a drawing and some string cheese.
In the end, you walk out of the courthouse a couple hundred dollars lighter and your dignity buried somewhere under that judge’s bench, but hey — it could’ve been worse. You didn’t go to jail. You didn’t cry (on the outside). And Jiwoo, bless her completely unqualified soul, even offered to pay for your parking. You declined, but the gesture was sweet. You still don’t know what the hell just happened in there, but at least you’ve got a good story — and one hell of a granola bar.
The two of you walk out the court, you comfortable in your lack of victory and Jiwoo disgusted with her loss.
“I’m sorry… I screwed up so horribly.” She was beating herself up pretty bad. Her pretty doe eyes look up at you and you can only pat her on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Jiwoo. You did your best, you got me a decent deal too. I only had to pay 700$. Not horrible.” You cheer the petite girl on.
You drop her off at her office because she was planning to bus home but honestly, you were fucking worried that she might throw herself off a building if left alone for more than 5 minutes. “Come in, I’ll make you tea.”
You sit down in the office you visited countless times and probably won’t even come back to. Jiwoo walks back in with two mugs of only what you can hope is some murky peppermint tea that looks like it was manufactured in the 1500’s.
“I’ll pass on the tea.” You smile as you grab a piece of 5-gum off her table.
“I truly don’t know what to do to make you feel better. You’re so kind and- and gosh I wish I was just a tad bit smarter.”
Your lips twitch in pity for the poor girl who is on the brink of crying. Jiwoo grips onto her slightly too large for her body sleeves for some steadiness.
“You probably didn’t even want me as your lawyer.”
The moment those words fall from her lips you stop chewing your gum and hold her hands.
“Never in a million years would I ever want another lawyer other than you . Unless I’m facing a murder charge.”
Jiwoo giggles through her tears at your small joke. You're glad she’s able to smile. “I swear, no lawyer is ever as kind, considerate and… so beautiful as you are, Jiwoo.” Her ears perk up and she’s smiling way more than before.
“You’re just saying that. I’m not-“ Before you can even reason out what you’re doing, your lips are pressed against hers and you're kissing her with the heat and vigor of a thousand suns.
Your hand softly caresses her cheek as you hold onto her a tad bit longer, not wanting the moment to end. Her breathing steadies, syncing with yours like you’ve both finally stopped running from something — or maybe toward it. Jiwoo relaxes into your touch, her hands gripping the front of your shirt like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.
Without thinking, you guide her gently into your lap. She moves with you, light as air and warm in a way that makes your chest ache. Her forehead rests against yours, and for a second, neither of you speaks. The silence between you isn’t awkward — it’s comforting, like the kind that only exists when two people understand each other more by being than by talking.
“I didn’t think you’d ever…” she starts, but her voice trails off, like she’s afraid of breaking whatever this is.
“I didn’t either,” you admit, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But then again, I didn’t think I’d be kissing my lawyer either. Life’s been weird lately.”
That earns you a laugh, soft and real, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well,” she murmurs, “at least I finally won something.”
You grin, and this time when you kiss her, it’s slower — less urgent, more sure. Like you’re both realizing that maybe, just maybe, something good came out of this total legal disaster after all.
Your hand holds up Jiwoo as she straddles you, small hands rubbing all over your back. You can’t help but smile at her perfect smile, warm and oozing with love. You gently slide off Jiwoo’s oversized blouse that you still can’t believe she wore to court.
Jiwoo softly bites her lip, with a shy smile on her face. Her fingers press against her shirt’s button, opening up the fabric covering her petite chest. “You shouldn’t stare so much! I’m still shy..”
You bury your head in between the small mounds with a soft whimper and giggle erupting from between Jiwoo’s gorgeous lips. Your lips wrap around one soft and slightly hard nipple, softly giving it attention with light sucks. Jiwoo’s arms wrap around your head, holding on to you as tight as humanly possible.
Without you even noticing anything Jiwoo softly let’s one hand drop to her hip and slides off her panties down to her mid thigh. You can’t hold yourself back before you drag them completely off of her smooth legs.
Your hand slides in between the cranny of her thighs and your finger slides over the warmth of her cunt. Her body shivers as you slide a finger into her. Jiwoo’s head falls against your shoulder.
Your fingers curl against her warm, gummy walls hitting that soft spot that has Jiwoo rolling her eyes back. “Ah uhn- that’s too- mm much.” Your face is buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her soft perfume.
You slide in another finger, Jiwoo’s nail makes crescent shapes against your bicep. Holding onto you firmly as if you’d disappear if she lets you go. Your fingers pump in and out of her pussy, squelching sounds and soft moans permeate throughout the room.
Finally, you feel Jiwoo tighten around your fingers, her walls clasping. Her pussy juices releasing onto your hand. “Nghh sor- sorry.” She murmured softly.
You slide out your fingers, allowing Jiwoo a small break from the stimulation. “Shhh, let me take care of you.” You slide your pants and boxers down, releasing your hardened cock. The tip aimed at her entrance, your cock slowly entering her tight cunt.
“You’re so tight, Jiwoo.” You let out a groan, your head knocking back. Your cock slowly enters her warm cunt, inch by inch. Your cock throbbing as you feel her velvety walls hug you.
Jiwoo lowers herself fully into your cock, your tip kissing Jiwoo’s deepest parts. “So deep.” Her hand fell over her stomach where she could feel your buldge. “You’re so big inside me.”
Her words a mere mumble against your lips but that alone was enough to drive you crazy.
Your hips stutter and thrust, your cock pumping in and out of her tight cunt. Soon enough, Jiwoo was meeting your thrusts.
Her arms planted on your shoulders using them to bounce on your dick. “Yes, good girl. Keep going.” You groaned, your voice shaking as she continued.
Without you even knowing your hands find her small waist amidst this mess of sex. Your hands grip her sides, encouraging her with soft help. “Just like that, princess.”
Jiwoo nods her head, her actions affirmed by your words. Your pace almost becomes punishing as you enjoy her moans. She presses her head against your chest, her body softly trembling as another orgasm comes down on her.
You pick her up and press her back against the wall, your hips slamming against her ass cheeks. Your cock slips out due to the sheer amount of wetness.
You impale Jiwoo once again, your hands gripping her thighs tightly. You press your lips against her, swallowing her moans and whispers of your name.
The grip against her thighs turn into a demanding bruise, one that you’d feel sorry for if you weren’t so focused on fucking her into tomorrow.
You can feel her legs shake in another impending orgasm but you want to do it with her. “Not yet, baby. Hold on a bit more.” Her moans turn into desperate whimpers and begs of release.
Jiwoo’s soft glare makes you want to bully her. You tease her entrance with shallow thrusts and you can feel her squirm with frustration. “Beg for it, princess. Beg for me to let you cum like a good girl.”
“Ple- please.” You groan as Jiwoo moans out a plea. Your control of yourself slipping slightly. “Beg more, tell me how much you want to cum all over my cock.”
“So bad- uhn want it more than anything.” Jiwoo moans, her eyes teary as she gazes up at you. "So bad that you'd do anything for it, wouldn't you? Be my perfect little slut?"
“Yes, god yes!” You pick up the pace, fully allowing your cock to hit her most sensitive spot. You can feel your balls tighten, and you bite your lip in an attempt to maintain control.
“Cum. Cum now.” Her body as if it was at your mercy, convulses and so do you. Your cum, a white hot spills inside of her along with a guttural moan.
You hold her body tightly, both of your breathing heavy. “Good girl, you did so well, Jiwoo.” Slowly as the both of you come down from your high.
You gently clean her up, grabbing a blanket from an office desk drawer (She said she gets cold easily). You lay down with her on the couch, pulling her close to your chest as she meets your warm embrace.
Stroking her hair soothingly as she falls asleep in your arms.
It’s me and Huh Yunjin against the world😩😩
I THINK OF HER DOMINATING ME EVERY GODDAMN DAY IDK WHY?
I’D DO ANYTHING FOR HER
Karina being a SK conservative is actually funny as fuck😭😭😭
It’s me and Huh Yunjin against the world😩😩
New era do we fuck with it?
Choose kings😩
Twin this shit buns😪😪
OMG YESS KING, DONT HURT EM🤭😍
The two people that chose the first option….
New era do we fuck with it?
Choose kings😩
Twin this shit buns😪😪
OMG YESS KING, DONT HURT EM🤭😍
Annyeongz breeding smut?
Haven’t wrote anything Annyeongz so this is a no brainer
Coughing, dying, and requests are still open
My librarian
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Cast: Lia (ITZY)
Tags: Smut, praise kink, breeding kink
Word count: 3.1k
You’re walking back to your home after work, you had decided to drop your car off at the garage after an embarrassing car mishap. Leaving you to walk to and from work. Luckily the walk wasn’t hard with the help of a short bus ride.
You’re pretty new to the city, you relocated here for work and the city was treating you alright. Coworkers and supervisors were all old and treated you like their work kid, the apartment you lived in was decent as well. The only thing missing was someone to keep you company but surely it’d come sooner or later.
As you’re walking although it’s not the best idea or the smartest you’re on your phone, and sure enough your shoulder meets someone else’s. “God, I’m sorry. I wasn’t even watching where I was going.” You haphazardly say, shoving your phone into your pocket. You notice the person you bumped into was a girl and unfortunately she wasn’t able to maintain balance after the human collision. She’s on the floor with what looks like an entire mountain of books all over the sidewalk.
You immediately start picking them up while she fixes her skirt, which reveals her plump thighs. Not that you meant to stare or even notice. “No, it’s alright. I mean I don’t know what I was thinking about carrying all these books to the point it’s over my head.” The two of you laugh, and you notice there’s a small bookshop close by. Quick thinking gives you the solution of helping out the cute girl.
“If it’s alright with you. Would it be okay if I helped take these with you? It’s the least I could do after sending you flying.” You joke picking up a large pile of the books, leaving two or three for the woman to hold. “If it’s not a bother, I would love that. I’m Lia by the way.” You nod your head and introduce yourself as well.
By the time you reach the bookstore all the two of you could say we're introductions. “You can leave the books on the table, thank you so much.” Carefully you place the books down and you take a moment to look around.
The bookstore was quite different from others you had seen. It was neat and organized for the small space it had and had zero books on the floor. Either Lia was a clean freak or just had a natural talent for organization. But other than that, this was your moment. You definitely had an attraction towards Lia and you couldn’t just leave now.
“Would it be possible that you have ‘The woman in white’ in your store?” Thinking of a good book, so you could create some form of conversation. “Oh yes! I love Wilkie Collins. It should be somewhere in the back, come with me.” You watch the way her eyes light up as she speaks, you follow along.
“‘The woman in white’ is one of my absolute favourites. Anne’s story was tragic, to be locked up and be exploited her entire life.” She speaks as she pulls out the book from the far right of the shelf. “And if you were a character in the book, who would you want to be?” You ask, you’re not sure why you did or what you expected her answer to be but you did anyway. “I think I would want to be Marian.” You’re a bit taken aback by her answer.
“Marian? I was thinking you'd say Laura. Although, Marian was the smartest character in the book. She had to constantly take care of Laura. She never fully got her own happy ending either.” You say as Lia places the book in your hands. “Well, I’d love to tell you all about that but I’m closing the shop in around… 5 minutes.” Lia checks her watch and you nod your head. You’re strangely smiling at the situation.
“Well, now I know where your store is, so I’ll definitely drop by to hear the rest.” You say, taking the book. For a moment, it’s quiet, a comfortable silence, maybe it’s something that you haven’t heard or felt in a while.
Lia nods her head, and you both part ways. Suddenly walking home doesn’t feel like too much of an inconvenience.
——
You’re working through some client files that you received from your boss. It seems like a pretty small project and it’s within the city, so you’re grateful you don’t have to travel anywhere.
All you have to do is create a proper blueprint for the building and send it over to the engineers to work out, and finalize some other things. All in all, the project doesn’t seem like so much of a hassle.
Although, you do wish you could get it done as soon as possible. You’ve been so occupied with work, you don’t even have enough time to even think about dropping by on Lia and her bookstore.
Your coworkers are even noticing you go through your work faster than usual, trying your best to finish everything before overtime. Even when you do, the bookstore isn’t open like it’s regular time.
You don’t even know why you’re in such a rush to go see her, you wonder if it’s because you told her you would or perhaps you're attracted to her. You can’t figure it out right now but you’re almost certain if you see her one more time, you’ll know.
You feel a small tap on your shoulder, waking you from your thoughts. “Hey, sorry to bother you but could you help out this new client?” One of your coworkers asks, pointing at one of the rooms down the hall. You comply thinking that refocusing on work might help you clear your head.
“Hi there, I’ll be helping you with the blueprinting.” You introduce yourself, extending your hand for a shake. To which a soft hand greets you. “Long time no see.” It’s Lia, her soft voice ringing through your ear.
You’re jolted from your relaxation and your heart beat is now racing. “Oh, yeah hey. How uh have you been?” Struggling to get the words out, as Lia takes a seat in front of you.
“Didn’t know you worked here.” She smiled, placing her hands neatly on her knees. A small smile filled her face as she looked around the board room. You sit across from her, and you drink in her appearance.
Neat, and practically perfect, far different from your loose tie and the fact you weren’t wearing your blazer jacket. You felt even more conscious of your appearance when Lia rested her eyes on you.
“Yeah, I relocated here from another office so I’m not surprised you haven’t seen me.” You awkwardly laugh out, putting the dossiers on the coffee table that was keeping a distance between you and the librarian.
“Right, so how about you take a look at the few blueprints we have ready and you can tell me which one you like or if you have any changes to make.” Thankfully, you managed to sound like a normal employee speaking to their client.
Lia picks up one of the blueprints, her eyes running over the paper, taking in the details and checking her notebook to see if it meets her expectations. For some reason, she feels a bit different from that girl you had bumped into on the way home.
Mature, sound and more charismatic all without losing any of her charm. “This looks good but I’m worried about the allotted space I have in the new building I own.” Your thoughts are interrupted with the sound of Lia’s voice.
“Right, we already have the address and we can go check it out for you. See if we can make it work.” You say, calmly pulling out your work cell and sliding it towards Lia.
“I’m actually heading there right now, why don’t you just come with me?” Lia mentions while putting in her number. For a moment, you doubt you’d be the one going with her but you’re supervisor just tells you to not forget to take measurements.
The new building was very close, only around a 5 minute walk. “So did you enjoy the book?” Lia asked, something more than just curiosity dripping off the gorgeous woman’s lips. “Oh I loved it, any Collin’s book is always a great read.” You smile at her, taking in how pretty she looked.
“Very true, you know your stuff.” Lia complimented, a hand sliding over the back of your arm. You blush at the action, hoping your enjoyment of the touch is horribly obvious. She was practically toying with you with how she joked,and led the rest of the conversation. At times like this you wish you were less of an introvert.
You mutter something back to her a few times, which always manages to earn a giggle from Lia. She found you cute, entertaining even and she was curious about you. “Oh here it is, I think this key should work for it.” Lia says, as the two of you land at the building. She picks out a key hanging from a very cute pink keychain.
“I know that keychain, pink versions are hard to get.” You mention, your eyes looking at the keychain that fills up her small hands. “Is this a hobby of yours? Getting pink keychains.” Lia teases, placing the keychain in your hand.
“No, my sister just likes them, that’s all…. Although I do think they’re cute.” You say, denying the teasing jokingly. You fidget the keychain in your hand a bit, going over the pink fur on it.
The rest of time together, the two of you are working, joking around and getting to know each other better. By the time the two of you wrap up the rain starts pouring hitting the glass windows. “Gosh, it’s coming down like cats and dogs.” You mention staring at the outside. “My car is close by so I’ll grab it and come back.”
“No, don’t worry. I’m just going to wait it out. My house is pretty far even by car.” Lia shakes her head. You reason out that it might be a good chance to maybe take things further.
“Would you like to come over to my house then? It’s not far.” Lia smiles at your words. “If you don’t mind..”
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“So the entire reason you’re here is because you poured the wrong oil into your car?” Lia says, laughing. “You know I’m slightly regretting telling you that. You can’t even blame me, I'm an office worker not a mechanic.” You try to rest your case but you can’t stop yourself from laughing either.
Lia’s phone gets a notification with a small ding. “Oh wow, I didn’t even realize how late it was. I should get going.” She says and you can tell that she’s feeling like she overstayed her welcome. “No, it’s already late so why don’t you just stay over. I told you how my sister stays over when she’s back from university so why don’t you use her room? Besides, I’m the one who invited you. Please?”
Your pleas work and before either of you know it, Lia is borrowing your shower. You’re still on the couch in some comfortable sweats with a glass of wine in your hand. You hear the shower door open, and a slight steam of hot air surrounds Lia. She’s drying her hair with a towel but you're barely noticing that. Your eyes are stuck on what she’s wearing, you were never the type of guy who enjoys a girl wearing his shirt but you’re starting to think that could change.
“Sorry, that was the smallest shirt I had.” You say, not too sure of what else could come out of your mouth. “No, it’s fine. I like it.” The room was quiet, you’re both sitting on the couch now. You pour Lia a glass of wine as well. She sits a bit closer to you to reach the glass. You’re not sure why you didn’t just pass it to her but you're thankful you didn’t. Her thighs are exposed and close to your legs.
“Are you… I don’t want you to think I’m just talking to you for this but are you single?” For a moment you thought that came out of your mouth but surprisingly Lia was the one who asked that.
“Yeah, and you are too?” You ask back, slightly smiling. She was obviously making it clear that she was into you. “Yep, I don’t think I’d be here if I wasn’t.” Her hand slides on top of yours. You respond to her touch by interlocking your fingers, your thumb rubbing over the back of her hand. You smell your body wash on her and for a moment it’s all you can think about.
You put down your wine glass, still holding her hand. You face half an inch away from hers and you lean in carefully watching to see if she’ll move away and she doesn’t. Your lips land on hers, softly pressing. You can feel her soft tongue enter your mouth. Lia raises her hand and holds it over your chest, beckoning you to lay her down.
Her head falls on the couch, laying on her back and the only source of light being the moon encourages her beauty even more so. Lia’s fingers hold the helm of your shirt and drag it up, you do the rest. Letting the piece of cloth fall to the floor with no consideration.
“Fuck, you’re everything.” You whisper gently in her ear. Lia’s breath hitches, a mix of nervousness and excitement fills her.
Your hand holds the soft skin under her thigh, for a few moments you're just caressing the softness. “Take them off for me.” Lia whispers, hiking your shirt that she’s wearing up, revealing her panties.
Your jaw clenched at the sight, you doubt you can hold yourself back after this, you slide her panties down her long legs and toss them somewhere. Your hand cups her soft pussy, letting a finger land in between her wet slit.
Your fingertip rubs over her clit inciting moans from Lia. You can feel her juices spread over to your palm when you slide a finger into her tight cunt. You add another finger, feeling her velvet walls clamp down on you.
Lia’s hands wrap around your shoulders, her fingers pressing down on your back. “You want more? Tell me.” Lia looks up at you, her lip placed between her teeth. She nods her head slowly, hoping it’s enough for you.
“No, use your words.” You tease, pressing your thumb against her clit. Lia’s back arches and her head is thrown back. “Plea- please, put in more!” She begs, her voice breaking up as her soft moans escape.
“Good girl, you know what good girls get for doing a good job? A reward.” As you promised, you add in a third finger, making sure she’s adequately stretched out.
Your fingers pump in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds fill up the room and Lia can no longer contain her moans. “You like that? Getting your pussy stretched out?” You ask, but Lia can’t even focus on you, her head almost dizzy from the pleasure.
Your finger pumps out of her cunt, your thumb rubbing over her clit, almost repeatedly. Her hips gyrate in pleasure as her arms grip your shoulders. Her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as her eyes tightly shut as if she was trying to distract herself. Lia latches her hand around your wrist signalling you for what’s coming.
“N- no! Gonna cum, please!” She almost screams, her thighs shaking as she orgasms. Your fingers drenched with the young woman’s juices. “Get on your stomach, baby.” You say, patting Lia’s thigh, and she does what you say.
Propping herself up with her ass in the air and her head down. Her ass was nice and round, soft to the touch and perfect for you. Your hands grip the soft skin of her ass and you aim your hard cock at her entrance.
“Fuck- you’re so wet.” You exclaim, the tip entering slowly.
You can barely hold yourself back from fully entering Lia’s warm cunt. “Don't hold back, please.” She begs, almost sending your hesitancy to hurt her. You bottom out in her, letting her velvety walls wrap around you so perfectly.
Your hips thrusts rough yet slow, letting deep long strokes send chills up her spine. Lia’s back arching as she takes your hard shaft. She’s so tight around you and her soft whimpers only encourage you to continue.
Your hand grips her ass cheek softly as you pull apart the skin just to see how well her pussy was taking your girth. “Taking me so well, fuck.” You curse out seeing how her pussy lips almost sit on your pelvis when you enter her deeply. Lia can barely respond, so full of your cock that she can’t put thoughts together.
“Pleas- faster.” Lia lets out soft pleas for you to go faster, your teasing driving her crazy. Her words slur as you grant her wish. Your hips are thrusting faster than before. Her cute ass jiggling every time you enter her fully. Before you even know it, she squirts all over the couch.
“So- sorry, I’m so- uhn sorry.” Lia sobs out, burying her head into the soft fabric of the couch. “I don’t think you're sorry if you’re still moaning so loudly.” At your words her hands slap over her mouth quickly. You find it adorable how well she listens to you. Her willingness to obey your every word.
“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job. Isn’t that right princess?” She nods her head vigorously, delighted to receive high praise from you. Her pussy tightening even more around your cock as she feels every moment even more clearly. The overstimulation from just cumming makes Lia so shaky, her hips jittering with every thrust you make.
Lia, too scared to upset you, doesn’t complain and takes the overstimulating pleasure as you stuff her full. Your cock twitching within her tight gummy walls. You know you’re close.
“You want me to come inside you? Get my pretty client ready to be a mommy?” You whisper, Lia throws her head back, her eyes rolling back. “Come on, say it, baby. Tell me what you want.” Embarrassment crawls up onto Lia’s face. Swallowing her pride she turns her head sideways to try and face you. “Plea- please fill my womb up, breed me.” Her words choke out, struggling to complete her sentence.
“Good job, baby. You did so good for me.” You groan, your hips stuttering as your balls tighten before letting your hot semen spill into the gorgeous librarian.
“Are you mine from now on?” You whisper softly into her ear. “Yes, yes please.” Lia murmurs, the back of her hand pressed softly against her lips.
Just wanted to say thanks for 200 followers, I feel like I only started this account recently🥹 You guys are awesome🫡
Tough conversations and good distractions
Episode 3
M reader
Cast: NingNing, Aeri, Yunjin, Yooyeon
Tags: Smut, breeding, daddy kink, cheating, marital issues, drama
Word count: 4.4k
You wake up with a killer headache but your skin is glowing. The sex last night was fantastic, what more could a man ask for?
You pop a morning vitamin and chug it down with some water. You decide to lay off the coffee this morning and decide to settle on some cold water to gather you up. Yizhuo was in the garden, instructing the gardeners on what to do in preparation for her charity gala she’s hosting tonight.
“Good morning, beautiful.” You whisper, hugging Yizhuo from the back. She presses a soft kiss against your cheek. “Hey baby, you’re heading off already?” She asks, her eyes drooping like a small cat. You nod your head, saying that you wish you could stay.
“I've got a few shareholder meetings, and then I’m handling the funds for the new company.” Yizhuo zones out at your words. “Basically, I’m saying I need to go make more money for you to spend.” Naturally, Yizhuo smiles.
“Fine~ go ahead.” With permission, you leave and say goodbye to the staff that are there. Greg is already waiting with the car keys in front of you. Surprisingly, it’s your Porsche that’s ready for you to drive. Usually you drive something a bit more lokey, it’s usually your plain black Mercedes.
“It’s going in for a clean, sir.” You nod your head understandingly. “Alright, well thanks. I’ll be back home around 7-ish.” You say, letting Greg know when to prepare your dinner and the rest of your evening itinerary.
The drive to work was rather quick, with the amount of traffic a lot smaller than usual. So you decide to make a quick call in your car before heading into the office. “Hey, send me the address of the place the physician Huh Yunjin volunteers at.” You were speaking to one of your employees, who promptly sent the address.
You’d probably pay a visit after your first meeting was over. That would probably be the only time you’d be free. You walk into the elevator, once again greeted with a familiar perfume. “Oh, Yooyeon, good morning.” What a coincidence.
“Good morning, sir! You’re rather early.” Yooyeon notes, a small smile on her face, greeting you warmly. “Yeah, I’ve got a meeting today with the shareholders.” Yooyeon’s face suddenly brightens up and she steps closer to you. “Oh! I’ll be there too, I’m the secretary for the company’s president so I’ll be taking notes during the meeting.”
You smile at her softly. “Well, I’m glad that we’re going to be seeing each other again. If you ever want to, come visit my office whenever you please.” You say, extending a give Yooyeon a small caress on her shoulder.
Naturally, you already knew who Yooyeon worked for. You couldn’t tell if your brother had sent her to distract you or if the girl was truly just trying to make a good impression on you. Either way, you planned to keep a close eye on Yooyeon.
You sit down at your desk and begin carefully going through the finances recently spent. There were gaps in the money that was being used on your brother's end. If you were a filial son and also a good brother, you would have told Mark to stop stealing money. But you had no interest or even a hint of intention to do so.
You sent the evidence over to your private accountant for him to organize and send back to you. It didn’t seem like your father had any intentions of making you the CEO. Although, you weren’t particularly ambitious for the title. You were doing even more work than anyone in the company.
You had begun finding it ridiculous that you had to conform to your brother and allow him to run this company to the ground. Once you gather enough evidence, and buy more shares you would finally stage a coup to take over the business and secure your spot. No matter what father would say at that point wouldn’t matter because you would have already gained enough power and say in the company to overturn him.
The personal telephone on your desks rings. “Hi sir, the meeting is starting in 5 minutes, I’ll begin walking over and preparing your seat.” Your secretary informed you, to which you gave her the green light to go.
During the shareholders meetings you were usually quiet and only spoke when presenting your business administration tactics. Thought this time around, your father would be present you need to display how incompetent your brother was. You take a seat on the left side of the oval table right next to the head chair where your father would be seated.
You flip through the dossier that your secretary prepared for you, double checking for any mistakes. Naturally, everything was well prepared. As expected of anyone you have in your close circle.
The door opens again and your older brother walks in, taking the seat in front of you. Looking rather gruff, with his hair down and tie crooked. Clearly he was messing around with a lady before entering the meeting. “So early, little brother.” Mark says, a snicker in his tone.
“Call me Vice President while we’re in the company.” You say coldly, your eyes looking over at the staff that are also in the room. You peek into a mirror and check to make sure you are looking far more presentable than your older brother. “Are you a lady? So worried about your looks.” You scoff at his words.
“Women like well bred men, though I doubt you’d know anything considering the only women who sleep with you are the ones you pay.” You say, your facial expression unmoving, your father would soon enter the room. “What the hell did you just say to me?” Mark leaps from his chair and the door opens.
“Mark, what is this shameful behaviour? And you look sick.” The chairman sighs, his eyes scowling down at Mark. “Chairman, let’s leave it alone for now. Mark might be having a bad day. Let’s begin the meeting.” You take advantage of the moment and walk your father to his seat. “Father, I didn’t know you were going to be here today..” Mark awkwardly shifts in his seat, you doubt he has prepared anything to show any of his work which there was nothing to show.
“So what? What’s the difference between whether I am here or not?” Your father ‘tsks’ rather annoyed with Mark’s question. “No! Nothing is different, I was just curious, that’s all.” Mark laughs off, fixing his tie and pushing his hair back. The meeting begins with the director of finance going through the details of the money that will be going into the new venture.
Your eyes land on Yooyeon who’s sitting right beside your brother, jotting notes down as he sits there doing nothing but day dreaming. Her eyes look up for a moment off her book, and she smiles at you to which you return. You think she’s cute, so focused on doing her job.
“Mark, explain the new venture.” Mark is woken up from his day dream by your question. “Exactly, tell us Mark. Since you seem confident enough to release this to the press.” Your father eggs on, while Mark shuffles in his seat and gets up. “Yes yes, I’ll uhm do that.” Clearly he barely knew anything about the new business model.
“Well, it’s a new construction company that’s based up north and yeah.” A horrible explanation but you were counting on Mark to do a horrible job and embarrass himself. Yooyeon has a slight smile on her face, attempting to resist laughing.
You contain your laughter as well, seeing Mark pace around the room getting half of the information wrong whilst simultaneously not knowing anything about an idea he apparently ‘came up’ with.
Needless to say, the meeting ended in a total disaster on Mark's part. You show the quarter fiscal departs and the expected outcome of the new company.
The money, the new customers, the brand image and more, you had it all laid out. It was only natural your father would take Mark's name off the venture and put you in charge.
One of your close associates and director, Marquis, brings up the idea first. “Why don’t we let the Vice President run the new venture? He knows it from front to back.” The other directors whom you’ve promised a stake in the new venture if everything goes to plan also begin urging the decision.
Mark begins shifting in his seat, going back and forth between scowling at you and doing puppy dog eyes for the chairman.
The chairman coughs, seemingly uncomfortable with the prospect. “Not necessary, Mark will run the new venture and our VP will help. Mark just needs some more time, that’s all.” Your father adjourns, getting out of his seat.
You couldn’t believe it, you get up immediately after him and follow the chairman. “You’re going to let that idiot run the venture? Are you trying to flush this money down the toilet?!” You exclaim, tossing the sheets of finance, showcasing the numerous gaps of money missing.
“He’s too busy spending money on booze and women to know his left foot from his right! And you expect me to ‘help’ him?” Your blood pressure is rising, and your head is going in circles.
“At the end of the day, he’s your older brother. You should help him with this. You’re going to be in charge of the processing anyways.” As if you’re supposed to be satisfied with that, this entire venture was a reason for you to finally prove that Mark was incapable of running a company.
Even if the CEO wasn’t you, you’d be fine as long as it wasn’t Mark. “Fine, if that’s how it’s going to be, take me off the project. I’m not doing it.” You say, fixing a loose strand of hair. You leave the office before your father could attempt to try and convince you of anything.
Was there even a point of staying at this company? Even if you were the VP, you wouldn’t be able to make any real changes without Mark's approval. The idiot probably doesn’t even know what CEO even stands for.
You're an inch closer to ripping out your hair, and with your head all over the place you slam shoulder with someone. “God, I am so sorry. Let me help you up.” You immediately say, helping the woman up carefully as she steadies herself on your arm.
The woman was Yeji, your fathers new mistress. “Sorry about that, ma’am. I’ve been all over the place, I wasn’t looking.” You apologize, Yeji is still leaning on you for balance.
“No, it’s okay. I was the one who wasn’t watching where I was going. Do you think you could help walk me to where your father is?” Yeji asks, her feline-like eyes slightly remind you of Yizhuo. Probably why you agreed and walked her to the front of the chairman’s office.
“I’ll be heading off now, goodbye.” You say coldly, your eyes stuck on your watch. It was already 1:30, and you had just remembered Yunjin. “Wait! Is there any way I could repay your kindness? You’re always helping me out in comparison to your brother..” Yeji’s voice trails off. You slightly smile, the best way to a man’s heart was to insult his brother.
“Perhaps we can go out to get dinner together sometime.” You replied, waving Yeji off as she entered your fathers office. Her black dress showed off her flawless back. Deliciously tempting you to cover it with something else.
You were sick. The thought of taking that woman to bed sent chills up your spine. You wanted her.
You scoff at your thoughts as you drive to the volunteer station. For a few moments you wonder what you’ll even do there but you notice they’re allowing anyone to volunteer. You take off your blazer and tie in the car and only leave on your blouse, making it as casual as you can.
You walk up to the registration stand and sign off your name and information. Out of the corner of your eye you see fiery red hair, obviously Yunjin. She looks perfect in her doctor's coat telling one of the nurses where she needs more supplies.
“Okay, we’re a bit short handed with moving staff so will send you right over there.” One of the information assistants tells you, pointing over to a truck that only one guy is moving boxes out of. You almost kiss your teeth out of annoyance but you notice Yunjin looking at you. You smile and begin walking over to the moving area.
You assume that you’d be only taking out supplies from one truck but you’re working for three hours nonstop. After one truck is done, another takes its spot. The supplies feel never ending. Sweat trickles down your neck as you keep moving the boxes. You don’t even care for breaks anymore, you just want this job to end as soon as possible.
Yunjin is watching unbeknownst to you. She remembers you from a few galas that you both attended. She remembered thinking that the two of you were similar, laughing along with people yet never truly entering the conversation.
She wondered if it was a coincidence that you were here, but either way what did it matter? You were married to Yizhuo nonetheless. And fucking a married man wasn’t on Yunjin’s bingo card. She had class after all her lineage was attributed to that.
The two of you had made eye contact a few times during the volunteering but nothing major. You flashed her a smile every time to which Yunjin found herself too awkward to return. She was rather timid despite her extroverted appearance.
Guys thought she was easy and girls thought that she was a slut. Truth be told, Yunjin was saving herself for the right person. Sometimes when she’s with her friends it embarrasses her, at the solid age of 23, she was far behind her peers when it came to sex. Yunjin thought it was too intimate of an act to be doing with anyone.
Perhaps that’s why she was so intrigued by you. Your entire essence oozed masculinity reminding you that the opposite sex was something that she would have to interact with on a sexual ground. As a training physician she shouldn’t be embarrassed by this but the thought startles her. She can almost imagine you pressing her down, maybe kissing her or maybe you’d just look down at her.
Yunjin bites her lip, her imagination was running wild and your smile and muscular forearms weren’t doing her any favours. She didn’t even know what to imagine but whatever it was she wanted it. But it was only a thought, a thought that would never come to fruition. With Yizhuo by your side Yunjin felt her confidence plummet. ‘As if he’d be interested in someone like me.’
Yizhuo and Yunjin go back a long way. Both went to the same high school and both of their fathers were family friends. Though the girls didn’t seem to click, Yunjin made a good effort to be friends with Yizhuo but her narcissistic behaviour made it almost impossible to be friends with her.
‘God I shouldn’t be thinking that when I’m practically thirsting over her husband’ Yunjin slicks back her hair, and gets back to wrap up her work.
After what seems like a million years, you finally finish the supplies. Your eyes wander and search for any remands of that honey red hair. After a bit you find Yunjin, scribbling something down on a piece of paper at a small desk. “Hey, Yunjin right?” You had to pretend like you were unsure of who she was. “Oh hi- hey.” Yunjin coughs, placing down her pen and looking up at you. She was definitely a sight for sore eyes, the kind of pretty that a physician didn’t match.
“Long time no see huh? How have you been?” The truth is you didn’t remember Yunjin but you probably ran into her at a gala. “Yeah, uhm I’ve been great. How’ve you been doing?” She’s nervous, so nervous her ears are red. “Stressed, but I’m glad everything is going well for you. I noticed you’re not driving so why don’t I drive you home?” You offer, and you make yourself look pitiful.
‘Poor guy, it must be hell to deal with Yizhuo 24/7’ Yunjin pitied you in her head as her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” Usually people say that insincerely, but Yunjin was genuine. “No way, I’d be grateful if someone as pretty as you would let me drive you.”
Yunjin’s face heats up, beet with shyness and your words made her feel pretty. Something not many people made her feel like. You pressure her with kindness a bit more and she finally agrees. “It’s this one over here, oh wait! Give me a minute, the car’s a mess!” You lead her but quickly rush over to the passengers side and slide your tie and blazer under the seat.
You hold the door open for Yunjin, her long legs entering the car and you can catch a glimpse of her breasts when you lower your eyes. You pass her your GPS to put her house location in.
“I’ve always been curious about you, you know.” You start off, sliding into the driver's seat. Yunjin’s eyes look over at your face and she looks rather taken aback. “Me? I’m not really special, haha.” Her nervous laugh is a sign of her low self esteem.
You felt bad for the girl, Yunjin is pretty, smart and a kind soul. “That’s what you might think, Yunjin. But all I see is an amazing person. Training to be a physician while dealing with high society. It’s a lot, and I’m sure you’re tired.” The way your words flowed and the way Yunjin’s name rolled off your tongue made her heart jump.
The two of you sat there in silence for a minute. Your words had made Yunjin’s heart that had been closed off open a little. “Thank you for saying that. I just think there are so many people better than me.” You smile at her words finding her adorable, your right hand falls on her hands that were on her lap, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“There’s always going to be incredible people, Yunjin. But remember to someone out there, you’re the one they think of when they think of an amazing person.” A smile falls onto Yunjin’s face and you think ‘Thank God, it’s a red light.’ You were unable to look away from her.
Now, you’re close to her house, practically in front of it. “Yunjin, I’d really love to take you out for dinner sometime.” A blush creeps onto her face as she slowly nods her head yes. Usually, Yunjin would pass on a dinner with a guy she’d only looked at from afar but you had made her feel so seen, she couldn’t refuse.
“Alright then, I’m glad. Put in your number and I’ll text you the place and you can let me know when you're free. Get home safe, sweetheart.” The name made goosebumps crawl over her arms. Yunjin does what you say, putting in her number. “Thanks for the ride… and the words.” Yunjin’s hand slides on top of your shoulder, softly caressing it. She was driving you crazy and she probably didn’t have a clue in the world.
Even when Yunjin gets into her house, you have to take a breather. If you didn’t have morals, you’d have had her bent over in the back of your car, ass up, face down. Your cock is bulging through your pants and a face pops into your head.
Aeri.
Her body, her hair, her curves, it’s all rushing back to you. You call her number which she picks up as soon as the first ring goes off. “Let’s meet up, right now. I’m going to the hotel, come to me.” You say, putting your foot on the pedal. You don’t even bother letting Aeri say something back and hang up.
You check into a room and tell the receptionist Aeri’s name. This was the usual, you didn’t want your name to be on here. The moment you get into the room you unbutton your shirt and slide your shoes off. The door clicks and Aeri is standing there. “Do you just make last minute plans? At least an hour-” You silence her with a rough kiss.
Your tongue entering her mouth, sliding over her teeth, your tongue flattening against her own. Small whimpers slip out of her mouth. Her hands grip onto your blouse. “Come on, it’s a surprise, baby.” You lick a small line across her jaw. The action sends shivers up her spine and she fails to retort.
“Whatever, let’s get this over with.” You grip her ass through her horrifically tight pencil skirt that only she knew how to walk in. Aeri’s hand reaches down to unzip her skirt but your hands stop her. “Nuh uh, keep it on.”
You let her take off her top, and hike her skirt up to her stomach. Revealing her matching blue lingerie which only made your head spin. Your hands glide up her thighs and cup her clothed pussy. Rubbing over her wet folds over the thin Victoria’s Secret fabric. Her clit hard on your finger, as you rub over the sensitive nub. Aeri’s thighs quiver and twitch as she gyrates her hips on your hand, her arms wrapping around your neck in a hug.
“Please- fuck let me take my panties off, it’s feel- mmph so much fucking better that way.” Her words are caught up as her brain battles with ecstasy. You scoff and push her panties to one side without removing them. “Be grateful I’m even doing that.” You whisper in her ear, your fingers pumping into her cunt, sloppy wet sounds are everywhere.
Your other hand grips her curvy waist, forcing her to stay still. “Gyrating like a little slut. I should just leave right now, I didn’t come to fuck a whore did I?” You scold, spanking her ass cheek. Aeri can only find herself moaning out your name, and begging. “Huh? Answer me? Did I come to fuck a whore? Or is it true, you let anyone fuck this pussy?”
You were extra hard on her today, her lips plump and full. “No! Only you! I’m only your whore, daddy!” Aeri practically sobs out. Her tears filled her eyes as if you had said something genuinely hurtful. Her lip was brought into a tight bite betraying her innocent gaze. “Good girl, that’s what I like to hear. I don’t want to hear anything about you talking to other men alright?” You slip another finger into her warm hole.
Aeri nods her head vigorously, she can’t talk with the fact anything that comes out of her mouth is incohesive. “Plea- fuck me!” Are the only words Aeri can put together. You can’t hold yourself back either, instead of bringing Aeri to the bed you push her over the kitchen island table.
“This fucking view, shame you can’t see it.” Your hand squeezes Aeri’s soft ass. Fondling the flesh, you almost tear her underwear as you tug it to the side with your thumb. Positioning your hard cock at her entrance, you rub your shaft over her folds. Savouring every moment, you plunge your cock deep inside her.
A deep grunt falls from your lips, she is practically squeezing you down. “Fuck- so tight, loosen up.” Your thrusts are small, careful not to hurt the woman beneath you. “I’m only tight cus’ it’s been a while, daddy.” Aeri alluded to the fact that you hadn’t called on her in a while. After a few minutes of letting Aeri adjust to your size, you could finally go full throttle.
Your cock pumping on and out of her cunt, her pussy folds getting thick and fat as your balls slap against her cunt. “Daddy, you’re fucking me soo good! Come on, harder please!” You couldn’t refuse when she called you so sweetly. Your hand leaves a harsh spank against her ass.
Aeri becomes unable to hold her head up and she slumps against the counter. One hand grips her waist and the other spanks her ass, rubbing over the soft muscle after each spank. Her pussy is dripping with juices, running down her thighs and onto the floor.
“What a fucking slut, bent over a kitchen table that your father built just to get fucked by me.” Aeri’s walls tighten around you, your words turning her on even more. “Is that how low you are? Nothing but a whore when it all comes down to it.” You get closer to her face and nibble on her earlobe, teasing the cartilage.
“Isn’t that right? After all those parties pretending to be better than everyone else, you’re just a little bitch.” Your palm falls flat against her ass, reddening her skin. Aeri can only nod, saliva dripping down her chin as she approaches another orgasm.
Your thrusts are rough and becoming sloppier as your balls tighten, closing into your own climax. “Going to breed you, make you a mommy.” You groan, your hips stuttering as you empty your seed into Aeri.
She’s slumped against the counter, her body shaking in the aftermath. You carry her to the bath and wash her off, usually you'd wait until Aeri gained her senses first and let her clean herself. It had been a while since the last time you called her so you had felt as though she deserved a treat for being so patient.
The hot steam of the shower flowing over the washroom mirrors. Even though Aeri had felt better enough to wash herself, she wanted you to do it. Jealous of the fact Yizhuo could receive this treatment everyday from you.
You both slide on a shower robe and Aeri lays down on the hotel's luxurious bed. “Are you planning to stay here tonight?” You ask, staring at how her breasts are left exposed in her robe that’s sloppily put on. “You wanna stay with me?” Aeri coos, opening her arms for you to fall into. You chuckle and shoot Greg a text that you wouldn’t be coming home tonight.
“You’re so adorable, how could I say no?” You muse, letting your head fall in between the valley of her large breasts. The smell of her body wash, a soft vanilla wafted into your nose and her fingers running through your hair soothed you to sleep.
