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Hello, this is my master list. This is a blog I create as a hobby.
If you have any specific people or situations you would like to see, please feel free to ask. The more detailed the situation, the better the quality of the article will be. (:
Smut list:
▶ series
Office Diary
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▶ illit
minju
forbid love
▶ NMIXX
Sullyoon
Mask
Chasing pleasure
Jiwoo
My whore
Haewon
New love
Proper compensation
▶ IVE
Liz
Math Trip
The secret master
Wonyoung
Lovely wife
Conditions for secrecy
Yujin
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In the classroom
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Minji
My only brother
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Night of Pleasure
Dirty brother
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Stress relief
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Winter
Punishment for her
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Good brother
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My own worries
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The excitement of the concert
rei x m reader
Tags: creampie
IVE's world tour concert had come to a close. The roar of the fans filling the Tokyo Dome in Japan still echoed in Rei's ears. After finishing her final bow on stage, Naoi Rei's heart pounded wildly as she headed backstage. Her sweat-soaked body, her still-heated energy, and the lingering afterglow of the performance made her much bolder than usual.
“Today… was truly the best. But something feels missing… I want to enjoy it more, even more intensely.”
After telling her members, “I’ll be back a little late; I want to go for a walk,” Rei persuaded her manager and headed to a private lounge near the hotel. It was the venue for a private after-party for VIP concert fans. There, she sat quietly, her face concealed by a black hoodie and mask.
Just then, a man caught her eye. A tall, handsome man with a sharp jawline and soft eyes. His name was Junyoung. The 25-year-old had been a longtime fan of IVE, a passionate admirer who particularly loved Rei’s Japanese rap and dance moves. Having obtained a VIP ticket to attend the concert today, he had been invited to the lounge by chance.
Lay slightly lowered her mask and looked at him. Junyoung recognized Lay as well and his eyes widened. Lay approached him with a gentle smile.
“Hi… Did you enjoy the concert today?”
Junyoung answered in a nervous voice. “Lay… really? You’re insane… I almost had a heart attack watching you on stage today. Especially when you rapped during the ‘Accendio’ part… you were so sexy.”
Lay smiled and sat down next to him. Her leg lightly brushed against Junyoung’s.
“Thanks. Actually… I couldn’t let go of my excitement even after the show ended. That’s why I came here… What’s your name?”
“My name is Junyoung. I’m a huge fan of yours. You speak Japanese well, and your dancing… and your body… are insane.”
The conversation grew deeper. Lay took a sip of a cocktail and offered one to Junyoung as well.
“I was jumping around on stage today, and a handsome guy in the audience kept catching my eye. So that was you.”
Junyoung asked in surprise, “Really? Me…?”
“Yeah. Every time our eyes met… I was strangely drawn to you. You know that feeling of your body heating up?”
Ray boldly took his hand and placed it on her thigh. Junyoung’s hand trembled slightly. Ray whispered in his ear.
“Today, I… I’m not the usual Ray. It’s right after the concert, so I want to loosen up my heated body… I want to… spend a really special time with you. How about it?”
Junyoung swallowed his breath and nodded. “If Ray wants it… I’ll do anything.”
Ray smiled and pulled his hand closer. “Then… shall we go somewhere quiet? I want to talk more here.”
The two left the lounge and headed to a suite at a nearby hotel. As soon as the door closed, Ray pushed Junyoung against the wall and kissed him. A soft yet passionate kiss. Her tongue dug into Junyoung’s mouth. Junyoung wrapped his arms around her waist and responded strongly.
“Ray… you’re so beautiful…”
“Touch me more… I’m yours today.”
Ray took off Junyoung's shirt and stroked his chest with her hand. Junyoung slowly removed Ray's concert outfit. Her perfect figure was revealed, with only her bra and panties remaining. Long legs, firm buttocks, and soft breasts. Junyoung picked Ray up and laid her down on the bed.
He kissed her as he moved down from her neck to her chest and stomach. Ray moaned and stroked his head. “Ah… there… it feels good…” Junyoung’s tongue licked and sucked on her nipples. Ray arched her back and pulled down his pants. She wrapped her hand around his already hardened penis and rubbed it.
“It’s big… and hot. I really want to feel it today.”
Junyoung removed Ray’s panties and gently rubbed her pussy with his fingers. It was already soaking wet. He slowly inserted his fingers and moved them while stimulating her clitoris with his tongue. Ray moaned loudly. “Aah! Junyoung… you use your tongue so well… deeper!”
After a long foreplay, Ray laid Junyoung down and climbed on top of her. She grabbed his penis herself and slowly lowered herself down. “Mmm… full… it feels so good…” Ray moved her hips slowly, finding the rhythm. Her breasts bounced, and her long hair swayed. Junyoung held her waist from below and thrust upward.
“Ray… you’re so beautiful… it really feels like a dream.”
“It’s not a dream, Junyoung… the me standing right in front of you right now… it’s real… so please make me happy, Junyoung.”
Changing positions, Junyoung climbed on top. He spread Ray’s legs and thrust deeply. Ray scratched his back and shouted, “Harder! Let’s make tonight the best night ever!” The room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding and moans.
Ray trembled as she reached climax several times. When Junyoung whispered in her ear, “I… I think I’m coming,” Ray wrapped her legs around his waist and whispered, “Cum inside… I want to take your semen today.” Junyoung poured his hot semen deep into Ray's pussy.
After the first round ended, the two kissed and caressed each other's bodies before taking a shower together. They kissed again under the showerhead, and Ray knelt down to carefully suck Junyoung's penis. Junyoung lifted her up, leaned her against the shower wall, and thrust into her again.
She moaned happily as she enjoyed his cock.
Returning to the bed, they enjoyed various positions. Ray whispered in Junyoung's ear, "I really wanted to be promiscuous today. Because of the excitement from the concert… I'm glad I met you." Junyoung held her from behind and cautiously attempted anal sex. Ray was startled by the sensations she was feeling for the first time, but excited, she accepted it, saying, "Slowly… I like it…"
The night deepened. The two talked a lot.
"Why did you choose me, Ray?" “Your gaze… seemed sincere. Other fans just like me, but it felt like you saw me as a woman. And you’re handsome, too.” Lay replied with a smile.
Junyoung stroked Lay’s head and said, “I didn’t know you were this bold and honest, either. It’s completely different from your fairy image on stage… but it makes you even more charming.” Their conversation allowed them to understand each other more deeply and be drawn to one another.
The passionate time continued until dawn. Lay whispered in Junyoung’s arms.
“Tonight… was truly the best night. I’m so glad I met someone this special after the concert. You’ll keep it a secret, right?”
Junyoung held her tightly and said, “Of course. This is a memory just for the two of us.”
Lay closed her eyes with a satisfied smile. This night, which began while she was intoxicated by the atmosphere of the concert, remained as an intense and warm memory for her.
Her secret time after the stage
jiheon x m reader
Tags: creampie
As their manager, I was captivated by fromis_9's captivating performance in short skirts and their voluptuous bodies. Their short black dresses and captivating choreography captivated me as they performed. After a brief moment of ecstasy, as they descended the stage, Jiheon, feeling the overwhelming thrill of the performance, approached me. She asked me how our performance was, and I raved about her words, glancing at her figure with greed. She smiled with satisfaction at my words and gaze, then approached me seductively, caressing my breasts and saying… "Manager, can I talk to you for a moment?" she asked, almost in a whisper. The other members, seemingly accustomed to Jiheon's behavior, smiled at me and left, and she led me to a back room. Her seductive gestures made my genitals twitch. As the door closed, she approached me with even more seductive intensity, caressing my breasts and saying, "How was I today, Manager?"
I thought she wanted the same thing I did, so I caressed her cheek and said, “It was incredible… It was the best performance I’ve ever seen in my life. It was incredibly sensual… And…”
“And…?”
“I wanted to devour you.”
She smiled contentedly, as if she’d been waiting for me to say this, and began to act even more seductively.
“Do it. Manager… What you want?”
Immediately, I kissed her roughly on the lips and growled. Ji-heon responded to my kiss with a satisfied moan, as if she’d been waiting for it. I pressed her against the wall and greedily explored her curves.
As I pressed my lips against Ji-heon’s, she shuddered under my touch. After breaking the passionate kiss, she looked at me with eyes filled with lust and greed and said… “Manager, show me your desires!” She pleaded, her voice brimming with excitement. “Come on!” At her plea, I ran my hands up her thighs, pulling her skirt up to her waist. "You drive me crazy," I growled, my fingers tracing her moist cunt through her panties. Ji-heon moaned with satisfaction, awaiting my action. I pulled her panties aside, exposing her moist, pink cunt to my greedy gaze. "Fuck, you're already wet," I moaned, burying my face between her thighs. Ji-heon squealed with satisfaction and grabbed my hair, while I delved into her, my tongue plunging deep into her cunt.
Ji-heon's cunt was sweeter and more delicious than any food. My mind was filled with her. Her seductive and sensual presence on stage made me want to devour her. I pulled my mouth from her wet cunt, my lips glistening with her love juices. "Ji-heon, your performance was so beautiful and perfect," I gasped, my voice filled with lust. "When you were shaking your hips and making alluring gestures on stage, you looked like a whore desperate for a man." As I spoke, Ji-heon's eyes grew even more captivating and lustful. "That's right, Manager. I want a man's cock. That's what happens on stage… So, fill me up and devour me."
I smiled greedily and dug my fingers into Ji-heon's soft thigh. "Of course. I'll make you moan and pant in pleasure. Just spread your legs and squeeze that pussy for me."
"Manager, please… Don't just talk. Come on, me." She moaned softly, but her voice held no real resistance, only desperate desire. "I want you… to devour me…"
I grinned wickedly, lifting one of her legs and rubbing my erection against her pussy. Ji-heon gasped, her thighs trembling. I pinned her even more firmly to the wall, and continued to rub her. She moaned and bucked her hips, as if she wanted my cock. "Put it in quickly… Hurry up."
She looked at me, pleading. "I want you to whip my pussy so hard…" I giggled and slowly began to thrust into her. "Oh, you're such a huge slut…" I whispered softly, using my other hand to remove her top, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Ji-heon moaned softly and shuddered, her pussy clenching, wanting more of my cock. "Please, Manager," she pleaded desperately. "Enjoy my pussy… Use it all you want…" I grinned and quickly thrust deep into her.
As I sank into her, Ji-heon finally showed me what she wanted. Her vagina clenched and twitched as if begging for my pleasure. I held her in place. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," I growled, my voice trembling with pleasure. "I've never seen a woman this perfect in my life." Ji-heon leaned her head against the wall and whimpered, blissed out by my size. "Manager," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Stop teasing me and use me well… Make me your own slut…" "Don't worry, I'll make you the perfect slut today," I whispered, my hot breath lingering in her ear.
I growled, locking eyes with her and thrusting into her roughly. "I can't believe you're such a slut who craves cock. Such a wet slut who accepts my cock so deeply in your tight cunt." Ji-heon moaned, leaning back and pressing herself against me. As I pistoned in and out of her, her hands groped my waist, seeming to demand more. "Oh, it feels so good, it's filling me up!" She whispered, her voice choking with pleasure. "I'm going crazy. You're driving me crazy." I snorted, digging my fingers into her ass and thrusting harder. My cock throbbed inside her. "Of course you would, you're a natural-born slut." I scoffed.
As I continued to thrust roughly into Ji-heon's tight cunt, I couldn't help but admire her beauty even as I humiliated her. "You're truly the best…" I gasped, slamming my hips against her ass. "Everything about you is perfect, Ji-heon." I reached out and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples with my fingers as I thrust harder. My cock sank deep into her tight, hot cunt. "More than anything, your cunt is so tight and wet for me. It's like it's desperately wanting to be filled and used." I growled, my voice filled with lust. "You're the perfect sex toy, Ji-heon. You have a seductive, sensual body and a dirty, slutty pussy."
I pushed her further against the wall, our foreheads pressed together, and gazed at her greedily. "You know, honey, ever since I first saw you, this is what I've wanted." I whispered lazily, grinding my pelvis against her ass and slowly thrusting deep into her. "A well-proportioned body… a sensual, alluring body…" Ji-heon moaned, becoming more and more lustful as I worked her roughly. My cock slid in and out of her slick cunt. "If I knew you were such a slut," I sneered, cupping her breasts with my fingers and teasing her nipples. "I should've made you a dirty slut from the start, craving and wanting my cock." I reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Look at me, honey."
I put my finger in Ji-heon's mouth. My other hand still gripped her buttocks, relentlessly raping her. Then, her initial image of a vixen seeking to seduce and devour me vanished, revealing her transformed form, transformed into a whore, possessed only by me. "Look at me, Baek Ji-heon," I commanded in a low, firm voice. "From now on, you're my whore. I'll fill you with cum and make you my property." She panted, her lips parted in a haze of desire and anticipation as she gazed up at me, her lips parted in a silent moan. I growled and raped her even more roughly and brutally. "You're just a toy for me to use as I please. A pretty sex doll for me to play with whenever I want." I reached back and gripped her buttocks firmly, driving her to even greater climax. "Cum! Show me what a dirty whore you are," I commanded in a dark, deep voice.
I moaned as I penetrated Ji-heon's pussy. As her orgasm surged, my cock throbbed and pulsed inside her tight, wet vagina. “Yes. Cum like that, you dirty slut.” I growled, exploring her lips as I fucked her. “I’m going to fill you up with mine, you dirty slut.” Ji-heon rolled her eyes, her mouth open, and let out a silent scream as pleasure engulfed her. Her vagina clenched and rippled around my member. I roared, tensing my body as I thrust deep into her. I felt my limit approaching. “Take it all, you dirty slut.” I growled and ejaculated inside her, my cum flowing deep into her womb.
As I ejaculated into her, Ji-heon’s body trembled beneath me, her vagina squeezing every last drop out of my member. “Ah… so good… fill me up like that…” She moaned, her voice slurred and breathless with pleasure. I moaned, grabbing her chin and locking eyes, watching each other's climaxes, whispering hoarsely with satisfaction, "Take it all, you dirty slut… Take it all in." Ji-heon stared at me, unfocused. "This was the best sex I've ever had…" She almost whispered, "From now on, I'll be your slut… Take me…"
As footsteps echoed through the room, I quickly slipped away from Ji-heon and was about to put her clothes on when the door opened, startling me and leaving me frozen in place. The door opened completely, and someone entered. I confirmed her presence and let out a sigh of relief.
That protagonist was none other than Chaeyoung. She looked at Jiheon with a playful expression, then approached him with a seductive gait and said,
"Did you have fun, Manager?"
She once again saw Jiheon gasping for satisfaction, then grabbed your chin, and brought you into eye contact.
"I've never seen Jiheon so satisfied…" she said, gently caressing your shaft and whispering seductively in your ear.
"Can you satisfy me too, Manager?"
My Kingdom
leeseo x m reader
Tags: blowjob
I'm a teacher at a Korean high school. I absolutely love this job. High school girls are a delight to my eyes with their well-developed bodies. But Leeseo was by far the best. Her hips swayed with every step, and her smooth, soft thighs drove me crazy. She was a student, but I was her teacher. It was wrong, but there was nothing I could do. She was the one who made me like this, and she was responsible. I had to have her, no matter the cost.
On the first day of the exam, I was a proctor, observing the students taking the exam. In this situation, I was legally allowed to admire Leeseo's beautiful appearance and body, and every time I saw her, my pants grew tighter and tighter. I knew I had to have her, but how? I was her teacher, and she was just a student. I would rape her and find a way to make her beg for my cock. I was the master, and she was my pet. After much deliberation, I finally found a solution to Leeseo's behavior.
It just so happened that she was cheating, and I decided to exploit that weakness and make her my slave.
After the exam, I called her into my office. She came in, her eyes wide with fear.
"Um, yes, sir. What brought you here?" Her eyes were filled with anxiety, and I began to press her.
"I saw everything you did during the exam today…"
She stared at me with wide eyes, surprised by my words. I felt a strange pleasure in her attitude, and decided to press on. "Come here," I ordered, tapping the chair in front of my desk.
She hesitated, but slowly approached me. I reached out and stroked her cheek.
"Leeseo, if you listen to me, I'll forget everything I saw."
"Really?" she asked with a pleading look.
"So… if you listen to me, are you ready?"
She nodded, still looking at me with longing eyes.
She hesitated, but slowly approached me. I reached out and stroked her cheek.
"Kiss me," I whispered.
Her eyes were filled with surprise, but she leaned in and kissed me gently. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She moaned softly against my mouth, and I knew she was mine.
"Good girl," I said, breaking the kiss. "Now get on your knees and suck my cock."
She looked at me, startled by my words. "Teacher… this is inappropriate… you can't do this…"
"Leeseo… do you want everyone to know what you did?"
"That's not it, but…"
"If you don't listen to me now, not only will you be pointed at by many people…
but your future life will also be affected. So, you should listen to me quickly."
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly unzipped my pants, revealing my hard, throbbing cock. She held it in her small hands and looked up at me with innocent eyes.
"Teacher, please, can't we do something else besides this?" she pleaded.
I spoke with a firm yet calm tone, "We need to get started… or you'll regret it." I stroked her hair and said, "Suck my cock quickly."
She looked at me with pitying eyes, then she opened her mouth and accepted my cock. Her mouth was sloppy, irregular, and unskilled, but it felt so good. A young, beautiful woman's mouth felt so good.
I stroked her hair and taught her how to give a blowjob. She quickly mastered the technique and began sucking my cock perfectly.
She was incredibly talented at this, a true slut.
"Yes, Leeseo. Now you're my slut. Suck it deliciously."
She sucked harder, tears welling up in her eyes as I fucked her mouth. I could feel my cum building up, and I wanted to fill her tight cunt with it.
"Stop it," I commanded, pulling my cock out of her mouth. "I want to fuck your cunt."
She looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with fear.
"Please, Teacher, I'll do anything… Just stop this."
"This is your final warning, Leeseo." I said, stroking her hair. "Now you're my slut. Listen to me, Leeseo."
She nodded, her eyes a mixture of fear and inexplicable excitement. I ordered her to take off all her clothes, and she was naked in front of me. Her body was so beautiful, I wanted to pounce on her right away.
“Please, teacher,” she pleaded. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry, Leeseo,” I said, spitting on her pussy. “I’ll take good care of you.”
I pushed my cock into her tight little hole and felt it resist. I reached out and began rubbing her clitoris, feeling her body relax. I slowly pushed my cock in, feeling her tightness encircle my cock.
“Ah … "Squeeze my cock well, you slut."
"It's so big, it hurts, Master!" Leeseo moaned loudly.
"Don't worry, you'll be moaning in pleasure soon," I said, still continuing to thrust three more times into Leeseo's pussy.
I fucked her hard, her moans echoing. I felt a sense of accomplishment at the sight of Leeseo completely surrendering to my cock beneath me… "You're truly the best… Leeseo…"
She arched her back and orgasmed. She squirmed, her pussy squeezing violently, and ejaculated a large amount of cum into my groin.
I reached out and caressed her cheek, saying, "Oh no… I couldn't believe I ejaculated without your permission, Master."
"I'm sorry… Master…"
I pinched both of her nipples and said.
"You should call me Master."
"Your Master…"
I pulled my cock out of her pussy, my cock glistening with her pussy juice.
"Get on your knees, whore," I commanded.
She obeyed, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Open your mouth," I said, stroking my cock.
She opened her mouth, and I began to thrust my cock into her mouth. Leeseo looked up at me with pitiful eyes, which aroused me even more. "Suck my cock, whore," I instructed, and Leeseo immediately began to worship and suck my cock. I wanted more stimulation, so I grabbed Leeseo's head and bucked my hips, ramming my cock into her mouth indiscriminately. My cock reached Leeseo's throat, slamming it hard, and I began to feel the sensation.
I ordered Leeseo to suck my cock again, stroking her head and saying, "I'm going to cum now, so swallow every drop, you slut."
Immediately, I ejaculated a large amount of semen into Leeseo's mouth.
She swallowed my cum, tears streaming down her face. I zipped my pants and caressed her cheek, saying, "From now on, you're my slut. Open your mouth when I tell you to, and suck it when I tell you to. Understand?" Leeseo burst into tears and didn't respond.
I pressed Leeseo again.
She nodded. With a satisfied expression, I took a picture of her and said,
"If you don't listen to me from now on, everyone will know these pictures."
Dancing Through Time pt.2
tripleS Jiyeon x Male Reader
based on request
counts: ~6,900 words tags: no smut, fluff, angst, drama, tragedy. synopsis: A tragic fall shatters Jiyeon's career and pulls you both apart, burdened by guilt and silence. Years later, you've become a trainer while she learns to walk again. When fate reunites you, the love you thought was gone sparks anew, and together you find hope after all the loss.
<- previous part
The night in the building is restless. Even with the lights dimmed and the wide rehearsal hall transformed into makeshift sleeping quarters, the air is buzzing with nerves.
You and Jiyeon roll your mats side by side near the corner, whispering into the dark until exhaustion finally pulls you both under.
Morning comes before it feels like you've slept. The building is already alive—the shuffling of feet, the clatter of makeup cases, the murmur of stagehands carrying gear.
Someone nudges your shoulder. "Wake up. Makeup call."
You sit up, still half-asleep, rubbing your eyes. Jiyeon groans softly beside you, her hair mussed, her face pale with lack of rest but still impossibly beautiful.
By the time you're both seated in front of the mirrors, the makeup artists have already descended. Brushes sweep across your skin, powders set, foundation blurs the signs of fatigue. Costumes hang on the racks behind you—sharp lines, flowing fabric designed to capture the stage lights.
You glance sideways at Jiyeon. She's mid-lip color, eyes closed as the artist works, but her hand drifts out under the table until it finds yours. Her fingers squeeze lightly, grounding you even as the chaos whirls around.
When the artists finally step back, you hardly recognize yourselves. She looks every bit the star, her beauty sharpened by stage makeup, her hair twisted into elegant waves. You, too, look polished, ready. The reflection staring back feels larger than life.
Jiyeon tilts her head at you, smiling faintly. "Not bad."
You chuckle, smoothing your jacket. "You either. Kind of intimidating, actually."
Her smile widens, teasing. "Good. Let them be intimidated."
For a moment, you sit in that quiet bubble, ignoring the rush outside. But it doesn't last. She stands, tugging lightly at your sleeve.
"Come on," she says. "I want you to meet my friends before we go out there."
"Friends?" you echo, surprised.
"Mm. They're dancers too, but… different company. We don't usually overlap." She glances back at you, a flicker of shyness in her eyes. "I talk about you sometimes. I think they're curious."
Your heart skips. "You… talk about me?"
She doesn't answer, just pulls you through the hallway until you reach a cluster of three girls near the far side of the rehearsal space.
They're already in costume, chatting animatedly, laughter bubbling between them.
"Guys," Jiyeon calls, her voice lifting. "This is him."
Three pairs of eyes turn to you at once.
Yubin, sweet with sharp features softened by a bright grin, gives you a playful once-over. "So this is the partner? Not bad, Jiyeonie. He actually looks human and not like a zombie."
Jiyeon swats at her, "Yah!"
Seoyeon, shorter, with gentle eyes that curve when she smiles, steps forward and offers a polite bow. "Nice to finally meet you. She wasn't lying—you two really do look good together."
Kotone, the smallest of the three, peeks at you from behind the others, then beams with surprising warmth. "She's been glowing lately. I think we know why."
Your ears burn. Jiyeon covers her face with her hands, groaning. "I regret this already."
You laugh, bowing lightly in return. "Nice to meet you all. I promise I'm not as bad as she makes me sound."
"Oh, we've heard plenty," Yubin teases, nudging Jiyeon. "She pretends she's too focused on rehearsal, but trust me, she talks."
Jiyeon drops her hands, glaring half-heartedly at them, cheeks pink. "Don't listen to them. They exaggerate."
But the sparkle in her eyes betrays her.
The conversation drifts—light, teasing, laughter cutting through the thick tension of the morning. For a little while, you almost forget the performance waiting just hours away.
Then the trainer's voice booms from across the hall. "Everyone! Ten minutes until stage check. Be ready."
The laughter fades. Jiyeon exhales, her smile tightening. She squeezes your hand again, a quiet reassurance for both of you.
The backstage area is a maze of curtains, cables, and hurried footsteps. The air smells faintly of dust, wood, and hairspray, the kind of mixture only theaters seem to carry. Crew members weave around with clipboards and headsets, their voices sharp but low, like everyone is afraid of disturbing the fragile edge of focus the performers cling to.
You stand near the wall, stretching your arms, rolling your shoulders. Jiyeon mirrors you, her leg propped high against a rail, the faint shimmer of her costume catching the low light. Neither of you speak at first. The silence is heavy, filled only by the muffled sound of the orchestra warming up on the other side of the curtain.
Then, the trainer claps her hands loudly. "Alright! Everyone here? Good. Listen up."
The dancers gather in a semicircle, you and Jiyeon pressed shoulder to shoulder near the front. The trainer paces slowly, her expression stern but not unkind.
"Tonight is the culmination of everything you've worked for. Every step, every ounce of sweat—you bring it here. The audience doesn't care about your excuses, your nerves, or your mistakes. They see only the story. You become that story. Understood?"
A chorus of nods, some voices murmuring agreement.
She pauses, eyes sweeping over all of you, then softens slightly. "But remember—this is still dance. Enjoy it. Feel it. Trust your partner, trust the stage, and trust yourselves."
You steal a glance at Jiyeon. She's focused, her eyes locked on the trainer, but her hand slips down until her pinky hooks around yours. A quiet promise.
"Now," the trainer continues, "a few reminders. The swing rigging has been checked twice, but the surface will be slicker than rehearsal—new polish was laid down yesterday. Watch your footing. Props will be set by crew. Don't try to reset anything if it's off—that's their job. And most importantly, listen to each other. Timing is everything."
There's another round of nods. Someone mutters, "Yes, mam."
The head stage manager steps forward, clipboard in hand. "Cue sheets are final. Five minutes until curtain. First sequence is chairs, then table, then swing. No breaks between. We'll give you a thirty-second warning before the blackout."
You feel the weight of each word like stones dropping into your stomach.
The trainer claps once more. "Good. Breathe. Stretch. Last chance for water. You've got this."
The group begins to scatter. Jiyeon stays close, exhaling hard. "It feels… different," she admits softly.
"Different how?" you ask, turning to her.
She shakes her head, forcing a small smile. "Not bad different. Just… bigger. Like everything we do out there matters more."
You reach for her hand, squeezing lightly. "It's just us, like always. We've done this a hundred times."
Her smile softens, genuine now. "I know. It's easier when you say it like that."
For a while, the two of you stretch in silence, listening to the muted rumble of the crowd beyond the curtain. You can almost feel their anticipation bleeding through the walls, a living thing pressing against your chest.
One of the crew members appears suddenly. "Two minutes," he says briskly before disappearing down the corridor.
Your heart kicks harder. Jiyeon straightens, brushing invisible dust from her costume. She turns to you, her expression steady now, eyes glowing under the stage lights leaking from the wings.
The trainer's voice calls again, softer this time. "Alright, get in position. Curtain in sixty."
The dancers begin filing toward their marks. Jiyeon squeezes your hand one last time before slipping ahead, her figure vanishing into the half-darkness.
You follow, each step heavy, your pulse drumming in your ears.
Behind the curtain, the stage is alive with shadows—the silhouettes of crew adjusting ropes, moving props into place, signaling silently to one another. The table gleams under the dim blue work lights, the chairs neatly lined. The swing hangs overhead, waiting.
The orchestra falls silent. A hush sweeps through the air.
Then, from somewhere above, the stage manager's voice crackles: "Places."
You find your mark, Jiyeon already poised a few feet away, her profile sharp and serene. For a second, she glances back at you, and in her eyes you see everything—the months of work, the laughter, the nights spent tangled in whispered promises.
The show is about to begin.
The curtain rises.
A hush spreads through the audience, followed by a ripple of applause that grows as the spotlight cuts through the dark. You and Jiyeon step forward, poised, the opening notes of the music curling into the air like smoke.
Her eyes meet yours for the briefest second, and then the world narrows to just the two of you.
The first sequence is clean. Chairs scrape softly against the floor as you slide across them in rhythm, Jiyeon weaving between your arms like liquid fire. You lift her, spin her, set her down—the audience gasps at the fluidity, the way your bodies align like two halves of the same thought.
The table sequence comes. Jiyeon leaps onto the surface, her balance perfect even in heels, her body bending into impossible shapes before you reach up, guiding her down. She lands against you, her palm resting briefly on your chest as though steadying herself, though you know she doesn't need to. It's part of the act, part of the illusion you create together.
Then the swing.
The rig lowers smoothly, ropes taut, polished metal gleaming under the stage lights. Your pulse quickens, but you don't let it show. You've done this countless times in rehearsal. The lift, the timing, the arc of flight—it's second nature by now.
The trainer's words echo faintly in your mind: trust the rig, trust each other.
Jiyeon climbs first, her grip firm, movements elegant even as she secures herself. You follow, the music rising, the audience holding its breath.
And then you're both airborne.
The swing carries you across the stage, sweeping high, bodies weightless for a heartbeat before momentum pulls you back. Jiyeon's laughter—silent to the audience, but close enough for you to hear—slips past her lips as she presses against you, one arm curled around your shoulder for the duet's climax.
Everything aligns. The lights blaze, the music crescendos.
Then—
Snap.
The sound is sharp.
One of the ropes jerks violently, the world tilting. For a split second, you're still in the air, brain scrambling to make sense of it. Then gravity tears you both downward.
Instinct kicks in. You reach for Jiyeon, your arms straining, fingers brushing hers—
Too slow.
You hit the stage hard, the crack of bone tearing through your shoulder as it wrenches out of place. Pain flares white, but you barely register it. Because Jiyeon—
She doesn't hit the stage. She slams into the edge of the platform, body folding unnaturally, the sound of the impact echoing louder than the music that still plays before faltering into silence.
You hear it. The creak. The snap. Her body bent in ways no body should bend.
Then the thud of her head against wood.
Blood. Dark and sudden, pooling under her temple.
The audience gasps as one, a collective horror, but their voices blur. All you see is Jiyeon lying there, motionless, her chest barely moving.
"Jiyeon!"
Your voice rips from your throat raw, panicked, as you crawl toward her, your shoulder screaming in protest. You can't even feel your legs properly, but it doesn't matter. You need to reach her.
Her eyes are closed. Her lips slightly parted.
You press your trembling hand against her cheek, her skin already cooling under the harsh stage lights. "No, no, no—please—stay with me. Jiyeon, please—"
The crew floods the stage, voices shouting for medics, for stretchers, for someone to cut the music completely. Hands pull at you, trying to move you aside, but you cling to her, refusing to let go until they pry your fingers away.
It feels like a nightmare. Like if you blink, you'll wake up and find her standing in front of the mirror again, sweaty and laughing at some stupid meme.
But the blood on your hands is warm. Real.
And all you can think, over and over, as they lift her limp body onto a stretcher, is—
If only.
If only you'd been faster. If only your grip had been tighter. If only your reflexes had been sharp enough to catch her mid-air.
It should've been you.
The audience is on their feet, but not in applause—shock, fear, murmurs like waves crashing against the theater walls.
And somewhere, under it all, you hear the trainer's voice, broken in a way you've never heard before: "God, no… Jiyeon…"
But none of it matters. Not the crowd, not the pain tearing through your shoulder, not the chaos around you.
All that matters is that Jiyeon isn't moving.
And the hollow truth already gnaws at you from inside: this is your fault.
The smell of antiseptic is the first thing you notice. Sharp, sterile, cutting through everything else.
You sit on a narrow bed, your arm wrapped in a sling, shoulder freshly set. The ache is constant, dull under the haze of painkillers, but it's nothing compared to the storm twisting inside your chest.
A nurse had patched the bruises along your ribs, wrapped your wrist, muttered about concussion protocol—but her voice had sounded far away, muffled, like you were underwater. You don't remember answering her questions. You barely remember the ambulance ride here.
Because Jiyeon wasn't with you.
They had taken her somewhere else, fast. The stretcher rushed ahead, doctors barking orders you couldn't catch. And then the doors closed, shutting her from your sight.
You've been waiting ever since.
The room is quiet except for the steady beep of a monitor in the next bed, where another patient sleeps. The walls are pale green, the lights too bright, making your head throb. You stare down at your hands—still faintly stained, even though you've washed them three times. The faint ghost of her blood clings to your skin.
Your stomach churns.
The door opens.
It's the trainer. Her usually straight shoulders are slumped, her hair mussed like she's run his hand through it a hundred times in the last hour. For once, the woman who always carried authority looks… small.
You sit up too fast, wincing at the pull in your shoulder. "How—how is she? Please—tell me."
She shuts the door slowly, leans back against it, and exhales. For a long moment, she doesn't speak. Her eyes avoid yours, staring somewhere at the floor, as though searching for words.
Your chest tightens. "Ssaem." Your voice cracks. "Please. I need to know."
Finally, she looks at you. And it's worse than silence. Her eyes are heavy, burdened, carrying something you're not sure you can bear.
"They… managed to stabilize her," she says at last, his voice low, raw. "She's alive."
The relief is immediate, flooding through you so hard your knees go weak. You grip the edge of the bed, inhaling shakily. Alive. She's alive.
But the trainer doesn't move closer. Her hands tighten into fists. "The damage is… bad."
The words scrape against your ribs like broken glass.
She swallows, glances at the wall before forcing herself to continue. "Her spine took the worst of it. Multiple fractures. Her ribs too. She—" Her voice falters for the first time, and she clears his throat roughly. "She hasn't woken up yet. The doctors said if—when—she does, she may… not be able to walk again."
The air leaves your lungs. Just—gone.
You blink, trying to process, but the words just repeat themselves in your head, a cruel echo. Not walk again.
"No," you whisper. Your voice trembles like it doesn't belong to you. "She—she's strong. You've seen her, ssaem. She'll heal. She always heals."
The trainer's jaw tightens. She doesn't argue, but the silence is worse than any denial.
You shake your head, gripping your hair with your good hand, tugging until your scalp burns. "It's my fault. I should've caught her. I—I saw her falling, I should've—"
"Stop."
The trainer's voice is sharp, enough to make you freeze. She steps closer finally, his expression stern but his eyes wet. "Don't do that. Don't drown yourself before we even know what's ahead."
"But—"
"Listen to me." Her tone softens, almost breaking. "This was an accident. A terrible one. You both knew the risks. If anyone could've stopped it, it would've been me. I didn't. That's on me as much as you."
Your chest heaves, the ache in your shoulder nothing compared to the guilt crushing your ribs. "She trusted me." Your voice fractures. "And I failed her."
The trainer exhales shakily, resting a hand on your uninjured shoulder. It's the first time she's touched you without correcting posture or adjusting stance. Just… human contact.
"She's alive," she says quietly. "That's what matters right now."
Alive. The word tastes hollow. Because the Jiyeon you know—laughing, spinning, leaping across the floor like gravity never applied to her—what if that version of her is gone? What if you've already lost her, in every way that mattered?
You bow your head, fighting the burn in your eyes. You don't cry—not here, not in front of her—but it feels like something inside you is shattering, piece by piece.
The trainer squeezes your shoulder once, then lets go. "They won't let you see her yet. She's in ICU. But when they do, you need to be steady. She's going to need you, more than ever."
You nod weakly, though your throat is so tight you can barely breathe.
She lingers a moment longer, then finally turns for the door. Her hand pauses on the handle. "Rest if you can. You'll need your strength too."
The door clicks shut.
And you're alone again, the silence pressing heavier than before.
You lean back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling until your vision blurs. Your shoulder throbs. Your ribs ache. But none of it matters.
All you can see is Jiyeon's body crumpling, hear the sickening creak of her bones, feel the emptiness of your arms when you missed her.
The trainers' words repeat in your skull. She may not walk again.
And for the first time, you let yourself imagine a world where Jiyeon isn't on the stage. Isn't by your side, spinning and smiling and alive in the way that defined her.
It feels like a world you don't know how to live in.
The silence in your room stretches thin, taut as a wire. You sit hunched on the bed, staring at your hands again, still convinced you'll never scrub them clean.
A knock breaks the quiet. Soft at first, then again, firmer.
You don't answer. You don't think you have a voice left.
The door creaks open anyway. Three figures step inside, hesitant, their eyes darting to you before sweeping around the room like they're afraid to intrude.
Seoyeon. Yubin. Kotone.
All in casual clothes, hair slightly messy like they rushed here as soon as they could. None of them are wearing makeup. Their faces look bare, honest, and deeply tired.
"Hey," Seoyeon says softly. She tries to smile, but it falters. "We, um… we heard you were here."
You nod once, stiff. Words don't come.
Kotone closes the door behind them. She lingers near it, arms crossed tightly against her chest. "How's your shoulder?"
"Fine," you murmur. Your voice sounds hollow, detached. "Doesn't matter."
Yubin shifts closer, her steps quiet. "Of course it matters," she says gently, "You're hurt too."
"I'm not the one—" Your throat closes up. You stop. You can't finish the sentence.
The three of them exchange looks, silent communication passing between them.
Seoyeon pulls a chair from the corner and drags it closer to your bed. She sits, leaning forward, her elbows on her knees. "We saw everything," she says. "From backstage. The way the rope snapped. The way you reached for her."
Your stomach knots. You can still feel the air slipping between your fingers when you missed her. "I should've caught her."
"You couldn't," Yubin cuts in, sharper than Seoyeon. Her voice cracks but steadies again. "No one could've. It happened too fast."
You shake your head, gripping your sling with your good hand. "If I'd moved quicker—"
"Stop." Seoyeon's voice softens, but her eyes shine. "Don't do that to yourself. Jiyeon wouldn't want you to."
Her name makes your chest ache.
Silence falls again. The monitor in the next bed beeps steadily, like a reminder that life goes on no matter how much yours feels paused.
Kotone breaks it, stepping closer until she's beside your bed. She crouches down, tilting her head so she can see your face. "Have you… seen her yet?"
You swallow, hard. "No. ICU. They won't let me."
The words hang heavy, unspoken grief weighing them down.
"She loves dancing more than anything," Seoyeon whispers. Her hands twist together in her lap. "More than sleep. More than food. She lived for it."
"She was dance," Kotone adds, almost inaudible.
The thought is unbearable. You force yourself to ask, though it rips your chest apart: "How do I tell her? When she wakes up? How do I look her in the eyes and say she'll never—"
Your voice breaks. You turn away, pressing your good hand against your forehead.
Seoyeon shifts closer, "You don't have to. That's not your job. The doctors will tell her. All you can do is be there."
"But she trusted me," you choke out. "And I failed her."
Yubin uncrosses her arms, her eyes sharp as glass. "No. You're not listening. The rope failed her. The rigging failed her. The stage failed her. Not you."
Kotone stands, laying a light hand on your arm—the uninjured one. "She will need you," she says quietly. "When she opens her eyes, she will look for you. Don't let her see this guilt first. Let her see your love."
The room falls quiet again. Only the fluorescent buzz above fills the space.
Finally, Seoyeon exhales and straightens. "We're going to stay here. At least in the waiting room. We don't want you alone."
You blink, surprised. "You don't have to—"
"We want to," Yubin interrupts firmly. "She's our friend too. And you—" She pauses, her voice softening for the first time. "You're hers. We know that now."
Something in your chest twists. Their words land heavy, but there's comfort tangled in them too.
You nod slowly. "Thank you."
Kotone smiles faintly, though it doesn't reach her eyes. "Rest if you can. We'll come back later."
They move toward the door. Seoyeon pauses before stepping out, turning back once more. "Don't give up on her. No matter what the doctors say."
The door shuts behind them, leaving you in silence again, and though fear gnaws at you, though guilt claws deep, a single thought rises above the noise.
When Jiyeon opens her eyes… you'll be there.
When they finally let you into her room, your legs feel like they might give out.
The air is cool, humming with the low, steady rhythm of machines. The blinds are half-closed, strips of pale afternoon light cutting across the white sheets. And there she is. Jiyeon.
Her skin looks too pale against the bedding, her lips chapped. A bandage wraps around her head, and faint bruises bloom along her collarbone, her arms. An IV snakes into her wrist, fluids dripping with agonizing patience.
But her eyes—her eyes are open.
She's awake.
Seoyeon sits close, her hand wrapped around Jiyeon's, whispering something soft. Yubin stands at the foot of the bed, arms folded, though her face is softer now, not so guarded. Kotone is perched on the windowsill, her knees pulled up, watching quietly.
The sound of your footsteps makes all three of them turn.
"Hey," Seoyeon says, her voice tentative. "She's… she woke up this morning."
Your throat is dry. You manage only a nod.
Yubin glances between you and Jiyeon, then gives the faintest smile.
Kotone slides off the sill gracefully. She leans closer to Jiyeon, brushes her hair back gently, Jiyeon's lips twitch, the ghost of a smile.
Then they slip out one by one, closing the door softly behind them.
And you're alone with her.
Your feet feel glued to the floor. Every instinct tells you to rush to her, to hold her, but the fragility of the moment pins you still.
She looks at you, her eyes heavy-lidded, voice scratchy when she finally speaks. "…You look like hell."
You pull the chair closer, lowering yourself onto it, careful with your sling "Guess I do," you say softly.
Silence stretches. You can hear every faint beep, every hiss of the oxygen line.
"I… thought I dreamed it," she whispers finally. "The fall. But then I woke up here, and… it wasn't a dream." Her eyes glisten, but no tears fall.
Your chest tightens.
"I saw your face before I blacked out. You keep blaming yourself, don't you?"
You freeze. She knows you too well.
Her gaze softens. "It wasn't your fault."
The words cut, because they're the exact opposite of what you've been telling yourself since that night. "I should've caught you," you whisper, your voice raw. "I tried, but I was too slow. I keep… replaying it in my head. If I had moved faster—"
Her hand twitches on the sheets, reaching. You hesitate before taking it gently, careful not to press too hard against her IV. Her skin is cool, but the warmth beneath is still there.
"You did everything you could," she says softly. "I know you did. I felt it. That's the last thing I remember—your hand reaching for me."
Tears prick your eyes, and this time you don't fight them. You bow your head, your forehead almost touching the bed rail. "You could've died."
"But I didn't." Her voice is faint but firm. "I'm still here."
Finally, you lift your head, swallowing hard. "The doctors… they said—"
"That I may never dance again," she finishes for you, her tone flat, as if she's rehearsed it already in her head.
You can't bring yourself to nod, but you don't need to. The truth hangs heavy between you.
Her eyes flicker, looking past you for a moment. "It's funny," she whispers. "My whole life, I thought if I couldn't dance, I'd rather die. But now…" She squeezes your hand weakly. "Now I think… I'd rather live. Even if it's different."
"I don't know what I'm supposed to be now," she admits. "But I know I don't want to face it alone."
You lean closer, your voice shaking. "You won't. I swear to you, you won't. I'll be here. Whatever you need, however long—"
Her eyes finally spill over, tears sliding silently down her temples. You brush them away with your thumb, your hand trembling.
"I'm scared," she whispers.
"I am too," you confess.
For a long moment, neither of you speak. You just sit there, holding her hand, the machines filling the silence with their steady reminders that she's still here.
Finally, her lips twitch into the faintest smile. "You really do look like hell."
You huff out a shaky laugh, pressing your forehead gently against the back of her hand. "Guess I'll have to clean up before you decide to kick me out of your room."
Her laugh is small, weak—but it's real. And for the first time since the fall, the crushing weight in your chest eases, just a little.
Because she's alive. Because she's here. Because even broken, even fragile, Jiyeon is still Jiyeon.
And you'll carry her through whatever comes next.
The days that followed settled into a rhythm, fragile but steady. You would come every morning, shoulder still wrapped but healing, carrying something small—fruit cut into neat pieces, a pack of her favorite milk, sometimes just a silly keychain from a convenience store. Jiyeon always smiled, even if faintly, whenever you arrived.
By the second week, she was strong enough to sit up longer, to be wheeled out of her room for short walks through the hospital corridors. You became her hands, her balance, her guard.
"Too fast," she teased once, gripping the arms of her wheelchair as you pushed her down the long white hall. "What are you trying to do, race me into another accident?"
You froze in horror until she laughed, soft and breathy, head tilted back. The sound loosened your chest. "I'm kidding. Lighten up."
You learned to laugh with her again.
Afternoons often ended in the garden behind the hospital. You would park her chair under a tree, sitting on the bench beside her. Sometimes she talked—about music, about silly practice memories, about the night market you once wandered together. Other times she was silent, just watching the clouds.
You never rushed her.
And in those silences, you healed too. The guilt never vanished, but it dulled, replaced with a quiet devotion: if this was all she could have, you would make it full.
But the world outside the hospital didn't slow.
The performance troupe had been put on hold, then restructured. The trainer visited once, awkward and distant, offering flowers and condolences. After that, only her friends came—Seoyeon, Yubin, Kotone, sometimes others—rotating in and out, supporting her when you couldn't be there.
They joked that you were practically a staff member now, living at her side. But behind the jokes was something else. A weight. A reminder that this couldn't last forever.
One evening, a month since the fall, Jiyeon asked to go out farther. You wheeled her to the edge of the hospital grounds, where the street buzzed faintly with the sound of cars. The night air was cool, crisp, almost like that night at the market.
She sat quiet for a long time.
"Do you remember," she began slowly, "the first time I asked you to come with me? To the night market?"
You smiled. "Of course. You wanted skewers, and I almost dropped mine into your bag."
Her lips curved faintly. But her eyes stayed on the streetlights. "That was the first time I thought… maybe we weren't just partners. Maybe it was something more."
The memory made your chest warm—and ache. "It was more," you said. "It is."
Silence again. Then, softly: "But what if it can't stay that way?"
Your pulse stumbled. "What do you mean?"
She turned her head to look at you, eyes steady but glassy. "You have your life. The stage. Your body's healing—you'll be fine. But me…" Her hand flexed against her lap, useless legs beneath the blanket. "I might never walk again. Never dance. I don't want to trap you in this."
The words hit like a blade.
"You're not trapping me," you said fiercely. "Jiyeon, I don't care if we never touch a stage again. I just—"
"You should care," she cut in, voice trembling. "You're not like me. You still have a future out there. If you stay here… you'll resent me one day. I don't want to see that in your eyes."
You reached for her hand, clutching it tight. "I won't resent you. I love you."
Her breath caught. For a moment, you thought she'd break—say it back, hold on, let you anchor her.
But instead, tears welled. She squeezed your hand once, then pulled away, folding it into her lap. "That's why I have to let you go."
The streetlight above buzzed faintly. The night felt too quiet, too merciless.
"You don't mean that," you whispered.
"I do." Her voice cracked. "If I keep you here, it'll kill me. I need you to live. To dance. To be more than… a caretaker for me."
Your heart pounded, every part of you wanting to argue, to fight, to promise—but the conviction in her eyes froze the words in your throat.
For the first time since the accident, Jiyeon looked older than you remembered—like someone who had already mourned something you hadn't yet let go of.
She turned her face away, whispering, "Please. Let's end this while we still love each other."
You left her at her room that night in silence, the air between you heavy with everything unsaid.
And though you came back the next day, and the day after, some line had been crossed. She was gentle, kind, even playful—but there was distance in her now. A deliberate space she kept, no matter how close you sat, no matter how tightly you held her hand.
The world would move on. The troupe would perform again, with or without you. And Jiyeon… Jiyeon would fight her battle alone, even if you were standing at her side.
You both loved each other too much to chain the other down.
Which was why, weeks later, when she finally whispered, "Don't come tomorrow," you didn't argue.
You just nodded, even though it felt like something inside you was tearing apart.
Because sometimes love wasn't about staying. Sometimes, it was about leaving.
Four years.
Sometimes it feels like a lifetime—the lights, the fall, the hospital.
Other times it's yesterday, Jiyeon's hand slipping from yours in that sterile hallway.
You rebuilt a life, piece by piece.
The company made you a trainer once your shoulder healed.
At first it felt like surrender—stage traded for studio—but it grew into something else: purpose.
Watching young dancers sharpen, knowing you helped—that steadied you.
But you never let her go.
The chipped keychain from the night market dangles from your backpack, a twin to hers.
It's not just metal. it's proof.
You tried reaching her the first year—messages, calls that met silence. By the second, her number was dead. By the third, Seoyeon and Yubin said gently, She's okay. She wants to start fresh.
You didn't push.
You respected it, at least on the surface.
Still, the keychain stayed.
You dated a little—shallow dinners, brief kisses—but nothing fit.
Every time someone got too close, it felt wrong, like betraying something that never ended. Jiyeon slipped into a distance you couldn't cross.
One stormy night you lock up the studio, keychain jangling, and walk past the park where you confessed, past the ramen stall. In the shop window your reflection looks older, wearier. You wonder: did she keep her half? Does she ever think of you? Has she forgiven herself—or you?
The studio is noisy with chatter, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as trainees stretch, warm up, and find their marks. You sit with another trainer near the mirrored wall, clipboard resting loosely on your lap. It's a familiar rhythm—new faces, new talent, nerves hiding behind bright eyes.
You almost stop paying attention. Until she walks in.
Jiyeon.
The world seems to tilt, sound dulling around you. She moves into the room like nothing has changed, like four years haven't carved a canyon between you. Her posture is tall, poised, hair tied back neatly. She greets no one, not out of coldness, but out of focus—her mind already where it belongs: on the floor.
Your throat tightens.
The bio sheet in front of you bears her name, clean and unadorned. No mention of an accident. No history to hint at the years she disappeared, the silence, the way she cut herself free from you. Just Jiyeon, ballet specialist, performance applicant.
Your fingers curl against the clipboard until the paper crinkles.
"New face," your colleague murmurs beside you, flipping through their own sheets. "Good posture. Let's see how she moves."
You can't answer. You can't even breathe properly.
The music begins.
Jiyeon steps forward, her body unfolding into motion. Graceful, deliberate. Every extension of her leg, every arch of her back, is careful—yes—but also breathtaking. She isn't chasing risk anymore; she isn't defying gravity with dangerous lifts or precarious swings. Instead, her ballet radiates something deeper. A quiet strength. A beauty shaped not from adrenaline but from survival.
You watch her spin, her movements slower than you remember but cleaner, sharper. There's no wildness, no reckless abandon like before. But there's elegance. There's fire.
And it's her.
It's really her.
Your chest aches, the kind of pain that feels dangerously close to relief.
By the time her performance ends, you're frozen, your colleague clapping politely. The room breaks into scattered applause. Jiyeon bows lightly, eyes sweeping across the panel of trainers—passing over you, lingering for just a second too long.
Your heart stumbles.
She knows.
The session disperses, trainees collecting their bags and shuffling out into the hallway. You don't even think, you just move. Out of your chair, through the crowd, searching for her.
And there she is. Standing alone by the vending machine, water bottle in hand, as though she'd known you would come.
Her gaze lifts when you stop in front of her. The years have softened her face, but she's still Jiyeon—eyes sharp, lips curved just faintly, unreadable and familiar all at once.
For a moment, neither of you speak.
Then you whisper, "It's really you."
Her hand trembles against the bottle. You see it—the crack in her composure. And before either of you can stop yourselves, you close the space and pull her into your arms.
She gasps softly, stiff at first. Then she melts, her arms winding hesitantly around you. The scent of her shampoo is the same, or maybe your memory fills in the blanks. Either way, it's overwhelming.
Four years of silence dissolve in that hug.
You press your face into her shoulder, words spilling out ragged, "I thought—I thought I lost you forever."
Her voice is low, muffled against your chest. "I thought I'd never see you again."
You hold her tighter, afraid she'll vanish if you let go. People pass by, glancing curiously, but you don't care. This isn't for them. This is for the two of you, pulled together again by something you stopped believing in years ago.
Finally, Jiyeon pulls back slightly, her eyes glossy but steady. "You're a trainer now," she says softly, as though testing the reality in front of her.
You nod, swallowing hard. "Yeah. I couldn't leave it behind. I tried, but… dance is all I know."
A flicker of a smile. "That sounds like you."
You study her, unable to stop yourself. "You're walking. You're… dancing again."
"I am," she says, her tone quiet but proud. "Not the way I used to. Not everything came back. But enough."
You shake your head in disbelief, tears threatening to blur your vision. "You don't know how many nights I prayed for this."
Her expression shifts—pain, guilt, something she tries to hide. "I didn't mean to disappear. I just… I couldn't let you watch me struggle. I thought if I cut everything clean, I could… heal. Restart."
The words hurt, but you understand. You always understood.
Still, you whisper, "You didn't have to do it alone."
Jiyeon looks at you then, really looks, and for a heartbeat it's as though the years fold in on themselves. Like the night market was yesterday, like the accident never happened, like the two of you never parted.
Her hand rises slowly, trembling, brushing against the strap of your backpack. The keychain dangles there, chipped and worn, swaying faintly between you.
Her breath hitches.
"You still kept it."
"Of course," you answer instantly. "It's… it's all I had of you."
For the first time, Jiyeon's composure cracks fully. Tears spill over, sliding down her cheeks. She laughs through it, soft and broken. "I kept mine too."
And then she leans into you again, forehead against your chest, both of you trembling with the weight of everything lost and found.
The studio is behind you, the years of silence between you, the future uncertain. But in this moment, there is only Jiyeon.
Only the love that never really died.
The night air is cool when you leave the studio together, walking side by side beneath the glow of streetlamps. Neither of you are in a rush. Jiyeon's steps are slower, careful, but steady. Every few paces your hands brush, until finally, naturally, her fingers lace with yours.
It feels the same. It feels brand new.
You glance at her, and she's smiling—not the bright, dazzling grin from your days on stage, but something softer. A smile carved by years, by pain, by healing. A smile she chooses to give you.
"I thought we lost everything back then," you murmur.
Her thumb strokes across your knuckle, gentle reassurance. "Maybe we just… needed time to find it again."
The silence that follows is comfortable, filled only with the rhythm of your steps. For the first time in years, the weight in your chest lightens.
Ahead, the street opens into the same park where you once confessed your feelings under dim lights and uncertain skies. The memories are there, but they no longer sting.
You squeeze her hand, and she squeezes back.
Whatever comes next, you'll face it together. And that is enough.
Conditions for secrecy
wonyoung x m reader
Tags: blowjob,incest,creampie
You've been feeling a lot of desire lately, and you've been trying hard to relieve it. You've tried various things, like spending time alone and using various devices. But the more you do this, the more your sexual desire grows. You've decided to try an app your friend recommended. You've been browsing through several profiles, but none of them catch your eye. You half-give up and scroll down to the end.
Just then, one profile catches your eye. Kim Won-young You clicked on it, and it was exactly what you'd imagined.
It was Won-young, your younger sister, who was living in the next room. You had the same lovely, charming demeanor you knew. Now, unlike the women you'd expect to find on this app…
My sister is a prostitute… You were slightly shocked, and then something flashed through your mind. The mere thought made your cock harden. But it was absolutely taboo.
Just then, a "pay" button caught your eye, and you immediately paid.
Her nude photos began to appear.
You'd seen her partially naked in your daily life, but now, what you saw was her naked in a sensual pose, and seeing that, you decided to spend some time with her.
Knock knock.
"Hey, I'm coming in."
"Come in."
You paced in the doorway, constantly thinking. She was your sister, so you shouldn't do something like that, but seeing her made those thoughts disappear.
"What's going on?" she asked, standing still.
You swallowed and entered the room, your eyes glued to hers. "Wonyoung… I found something interesting," you began in a calm voice.
"What is it?"
She adjusted her posture, making room for you, and you sat down and turned on your phone.
You immediately showed her the screen, and she asked, blushing in embarrassment, "How did you know?" She looked away and asked.
“It’s not important, Wonyoung… Why are you doing this?”
Wonyoung lowered her eyes and said… “I registered it out of curiosity,” she muttered. “I haven’t…” You just stared at her in silence.
“You won’t tell Mom and Dad, will you?” she asked in a desperate whisper. Her eyes widened, and she looked up at me pleadingly.
“Oppa,” she said in a warning tone.
You leaned in closer, stroking her hair. “Do you want to keep this a secret from your parents?” you asked in a low, serious voice. She nodded, and you continued. “I promise. I won’t tell Mom and Dad… If you do me one favor.” Wonyoung’s expression hardened and she swallowed. The sound coming from her phone was a strange contrast to the sudden tension filling the room. She fiddled with the hem of her sweatshirt, looking down at her hands. "What are you talking about?" she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
You took a deep breath and scanned her body, admiring her curves. "I saw the picture you posted… Wonyoung, you were incredibly beautiful," you said, running your hands over her body. "I want to see it for myself, Wonyoung…" Her eyes narrowed and she pulled away slightly. "I'm your brother's younger sister." Her voice was filled with suspicion.
"I know," you said firmly. "But what's important right now is that our parents don't find out about your actions."
You began to undress her clothes, one by one, slowly delving into her pale flesh. Finally, when all the clothes were gone, her body was revealed, incomparably more beautiful than in the photos. Her breasts weren't large, but they were a good size for her body, and her nipples were pink and luscious. And the thing that caught your eye the most was her eyes, making you want to pounce on her right now.
But you decided to take your time and enjoy the moment. You reached out and gently squeezed both of her breasts, then rubbed her nipples with your fingers. A low moan escaped her lips.
"You're your sister," she said, her voice a mixture of confusion and fear.
"I know." You repeated, pulling off your pants and exposing your member to her.
"Suck it, Wonyoung…" She looked at you with a slightly resentful expression, then knelt down in front of you.
She carefully reached out and cupped my member with her small hands, beginning to caress it, drawing a moan from your lips.
"Good… Now put it in your mouth."
She looked up at you and began to insert your member into her mouth. Her mouth enveloped you in a warm, moist sensation. She coated your entire body with saliva, then circled the tip with her tongue, stimulating and exploring the contours of my shaft. Seeing your reaction, she sucked more and more.
Wonyoung looked up at me, her eyes a mixture of arousal and a hint of resentment… Her mouth was sucking, her cheeks hollow, and her lips moved with surprising skill for a virgin. Her hands gently cupped the spot her mouth couldn't reach.
She looked up at you again, her expression filled with desire, and she sucked deeper, reaching down to her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes. But she didn't gag or pull away, doing her best to please you. As my hand stroked her hair and moaned, her cheeks flushed, and she let out a soft, muffled moan that aroused me even more.
Her lips were becoming addicted to pleasuring my cock. The feeling of her tongue worshipping my member made you unable to suppress the moans that escaped your lips.
You couldn't hold it any longer, gripping her hair tightly and gently rocking your hips, thrusting deeper into her mouth.
More tears flowed from Wonyoung's eyes, but within them, there was a look in her eyes, a look of anticipation for your ejaculation. She nodded faster, pulling me deeper. I felt her throat wrap around my cock, a sensation unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.
"I'm going to cum," you told her.
Wonyoung's eyes remained fixed on yours, pleading for you to cum right now.
Soon, you pulled out of her mouth and sprayed semen all over her face. As the first spurt landed on her cheek, she skillfully tried to collect as much as possible with her face. After several ejaculations, she leaned in and sucked all the remaining semen from my cock.
She opened her eyes through the cum, looked up at you, and with her hand, she gathered the semen from her face, showed it to you, and slowly sucked it from her fingers.
"Are you happy?" she asked with a satisfied tone. You nodded immediately. "More than you know." Your voice grew hoarse with excitement, and you replied.
"Is that enough? You won't tell Mom and Dad, will you?"
You smiled wickedly at her words. "Not enough yet…" She looked into your lust-filled eyes and complied.
She erected your cock once more, then took it into her mouth and began sucking.
Her mouth was a warm, moist paradise, and she sucked passionately, as if she were craving my cock, pulling me deep into her throat and applying firm pressure. Her technique was smoother than any woman I'd ever met. The thought of your own sister doing this was incredibly erotic and arousing.
You lifted her head, pulled your cock out, and spoke.
"Wonyoung," you gasped, your voice thick with lust. "Are you ready for my cock?"
She nodded cautiously, averting her gaze, perhaps embarrassed.
You immediately laid her down on the bed, and Wonyoung's cheeks flushed even more as she glared at you. You smiled at her, spread her legs to create space, and kissed the inside of her thigh, drawing a low moan from her lips.
At the same time, a nectar flowed from her slit, something you desperately wanted to taste. You licked it from top to bottom, savoring the sweet and sour taste. She tasted so delicious, and you began to lick every inch of her… Her moans grew heavier, and she grabbed handfuls of your hair, pulling you closer.
You found her clitoris with your tongue and licked it quickly. She struggled to escape the intense pleasure, twisting and bucking her hips, trying to feel your tongue as much as possible.
"Ah…" she whispered nervously. "Oppa, please… I…"
"Tell me what you want, Wonyoung… What you crave right now."
"I want you… Oppa… I want you…" You smiled and showed her your erect cock… She looked at you with a mixture of excitement and desire. You locked eyes with her, positioning your cock at her entrance, her eyes filled with even greater desire.
You gently slid inside her. You felt her tight, wet warmth envelop you. She gasped, wrapping her legs around your waist, urging you to thrust deeper.
Both you and Wonyoung felt the excitement of this forbidden act intensify. She looked up at you, urging you to move faster. You immediately began to increase your pace, the sight of Wonyoung moaning and panting against your cock was exquisite.
Her breasts swaying to the rhythm of your thrusts were utterly delicious, and you reached out, pinching her nipples and rolling them between your thumb and index finger. Then she felt pleasure flowing through her whole body.
"Ah… good. Oppa…!" "Suck my breasts, Oppa."
You immediately leaned down to her chest and took one nipple in your mouth. She looked as if she was in ecstasy.
As your teeth grazed her nipple, she moaned even more… "Do you like this?" you said to her nipple.
She nodded vigorously, and you wanted your own sister to make Wonyoung sink even deeper into the swamp of pleasure.
You adjusted your position, grabbed her waist, and increased your speed, your cock sliding smoothly in and out of her slick cunt. With each thrust, you went deeper, and she gasped, consumed by pleasure. Her eyes begged for more, for more.
"Harder," she murmured. Her voice was a desperate cry. "Send me to heaven, Oppa."
Her words surged with lust, and you did as she said, thrusting furiously into her. Her pussy clenched around you, tightening with each thrust. You could feel your next orgasm beginning.
"You're so great, Wonyoung…" You panted, moving your hips faster.
Wonyoung was moaning and screaming your name, letting you know how happy she was right now, how good it felt.
You, too, were expressing your pleasure in the same way, and you felt yourself getting closer to ejaculation. "I think I'm going to cum," you said, looking into her eyes.
Wonyoung's eyes flashed with excitement, meeting your gaze. "Oppa, fill me with your cum," she whispered. Her voice, a seductive whisper, sent shivers down my spine.
Her pussy clenched tightly around your cock, your thrusts growing ever more desperate. With one final, powerful thrust, you threw your head back and began filling her with your cum.
Wonyoung gasped and moaned, her eyes rolling back as she sank into a swamp of pleasure, consumed by your cum. Simultaneously, she sucked every last drop of your semen into her pussy, and you used it to fill her with every drop, just as she desired.
We lay there for a moment, both panting and sweating, our hearts pounding against each other. You slowly pulled out, watching my cum spill out of her and pool on the bed. It was a truly beautiful sight.
Wonyoung gently cupped your cheek and asked, "What should we do now?" with a mixture of satisfaction and anxiety in her voice.
You approached her, kissed her deeply, and said,
"I must continue to strive to keep your secret, Wonyoung…." She understood your meaning and nodded shyly.
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haewon x m reader
Tags: blowjob
After a hard day, you went to a quiet restaurant to cool off. You ordered buckwheat noodles, the most refreshing dish there, and waited, staring at your phone as the menu arrived.
A few minutes later, when the menu arrived, you put your phone down and watched the waitress bring your food.
That's when you encountered an unexpected disaster. As the waitress brought your food, she stumbled, and the food she was holding landed on you, and ended up splashing on you, staining your clothes.
You were trying to calm down for a moment, overcome by the accumulated stress of the day. She was startled, and immediately retrieved a towel from the kitchen to wipe your wet clothes. You stared at her, holding back the anger that threatened to explode.
Her face was a mixture of embarrassment and apology, and she was intently trying to clean your body. At that moment, you were captivated by her beautiful appearance, and the accumulated stress began to subside. At the same time, you could feel your penis slowly hardening.
Whether intentionally or simply out of apology, she was diligently wiping the area around your penis, one of the wet areas.
You tried to stop your penis from hardening while thinking about something else, but your penis was already firmly erect in front of her, threatening to pierce your pants.
Frustrated, you tried to explain yourself, but her actions soon rendered you powerless.
She fiddled with your belt, seemingly determined, and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I'll make up for my mistake."
"You don't have to."
She wrapped her hand around yours.
"No, it's my fault, so I have to."
Her hand was warm from the cool juice she had spilled, and she quickly stroked your penis. Then, her tongue lightly touched the tip before her lips enveloped you completely. You looked at the woman sucking your cock, and began stroking her hair with your hand.
She wrapped her tongue and mouth around it, licking it and picking up the pace. The soft, clean sound gradually became wetter and more dizzying. Her saliva lubricated your cock, making it move smoothly with every thrust. She pushed your cock deeper, past the point of comfort, until your throat tightened and you gagged softly around her.
Then, your eyes caught sight of the kitchen.
You continued, gripped by fear at the thought of someone else in the kitchen besides her.
“What if someone sees you?”
She pulled it out of her mouth with a pop and said.
“Don’t worry. I run this place alone.”
Her words reassured you, and she locked the restaurant door just in case, then put your cock back in her mouth and began sucking it.
She nodded enthusiastically, focused on your pleasure. And every now and then, she leans in and slowly drags her tongue up your body. She lightly kisses the tip, then follows the sides, then slowly circles your tongue. Her hand gently massages your balls, and her eyes remain fixed on you the entire time.
She seemed more absorbed in the sensation of sucking your cock for her own pleasure than for your own pleasure. So, without warning, she swallows your cock whole again. Her head nods faster, and her lips tightly envelop your body. The wet sound of her sucking your cock echoes throughout the store. She gags, but she doesn't back down. She sucks your cock as if she were eating the sweetest candy in the world.
Your hand unconsciously grips her hair, and as you thrust your cock into her throat, her throat tightens around you, the involuntary contraction sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. You moaned and pulled her closer, making your member even harder inside her throat.
Only then did you release your grip. She gasped and pulled back. A moan, a mixture of saliva and gasping, escaped her lips. Her cheeks flushed red and her eyes moist, but her face glowed with satisfaction. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, “You can use my face and mouth until you’re satisfied,” she said, smiling slightly before returning.
She completely engulfed your member with her throat, as if she wanted your cum to fill her throat and mouth.
She kissed and licked you, then sucked you deeply again. Each time she returned to her throat, she seemed to crave more and more of your cum.
“Ah… fuck, I’m going to cum.”
At those words, she looked up at you with a happy smile, and as she squeezed her member tightly, your cum finally began to fill her throat and mouth.
My own worries
yeseo x m reader
Tags: incest
Yeseo was very alive recently.
There was a memorial to you, her real brother.
She had always thought of you as a good older brother because she was lonely. She felt affectionate towards you, the one who always took care of her with such affection, whenever they had time alone together.
As usual, seeing you on the sofa in the living room made her flutter, and she settled down next to you. You hugged your arm and leaned against your shoulder.
You gazed at her, then stroked her hair and said, "You're doing fine today, my Yeseo." She blushed at your compliment, and her heart raced as she gazed at you.
Even though her love for you was irrelevant, she couldn't bear it. She reached out and began to caress your baseball. Even so, you felt alone in this situation, surpassed only by her touch and her husband.
The two of you shared an intense gaze, longing to see your lips. You approached, surprised, and closed your eyes.
So, for a second… For two seconds, she wasn't interested. For example, when your kiss came, she felt uncomfortable. She thought she was too soft, and if she weren't, the whole relationship would be in trouble, but she felt like she didn't love herself.
Then, you started to move your lips against Yeseo's. At that moment, for example, it felt like the whole world was irritating her. She felt happy because her first kiss was with you, the one she loved and adored the most.
Then, you began to part her lips, interrupting her, and she parted her lips to invite your tongue. The two of you confirmed your feelings for each other.
You held each other tighter and kissed each other more.
She said she especially enjoyed the kiss, her hands caressing your cocktail. "Oppa… I want to make you the oppa you love so much… I want to make you my man."
You smiled at Yeseo's confession and said, "Shall we go to your room?"
She said she nodded.
After going to the bedroom, you showered her with kisses, slowly moving her clothes and caressing her soft skin. Kissing her neck, ears, and collarbone, she felt a blissful trust. Her nipples were erect, and as if eagerly awaiting you, she immediately lowered her head to take them, biting them, sucking them with her tongue, and caressing them.
"Oppa," she moaned, tangling her hands through your hair.
You tried to feel the loving sensation. You gave your master the same attention as everyone else. Your belly grew, and you kissed her, hands reaching for her legs. She desperately needed you. You wore your body, sucking her clitoris more comfortably.
"Ah…Oppa, it feels good…" She swayed against your mouth, delighted.
Two of your fingers poked her G-spot, the one she was advocating for. She longed for blissful happiness, and her eyes, filled with satisfaction and love, loved you. You licked her clitoris with your tongue, eager to experience even greater pleasure. She screamed and expanded her body. You were the ones who blamed her orgasm. She covered your face.
You looked at her lovingly, standing up to show her your erection. She smiled happily, easily wrapping her arms around your shaft and beginning to stroke it.
"Yeseo…" You moaned, stroking her head.
For example, before, to repay your love, you'd caress her with one hand, letting her know you were there, and began stroking it quickly. As you moaned, she, a passionate actress, wanted to share in the pleasure even more, and began rubbing your sensitive spot with her thumb.
Your excitement drove you to keep fucking her for longer, and Yeseo seemed to be feeling the same, but after feeling it, she spoke.
"Oppa… I want to fuck you…"
You laid her down on her back, positioning yourself between her seats. Your cock rubbed against her special spot, delighting in her arousal, her taut member gripping you smoothly. "Wet dealers…" You moaned. Even after kissing her and giving her a hard time, you resisted.
"Oppa… I love you so much, I love you…" She was moaning.
"I love you too! Yeseo…" Mexico moaned.
"Harder, please, Oppa, ugh."
You served her, speeding up your pace as she wished. You reached out and found her clitoris, rubbing it against your penetration. She moaned and began massaging again, her body tense. Her content was a detachment I lacked, and you were interested in experiencing orgasm. You held back any harsh words, but you were drawing it and containing it for her, foreshadowing the bliss of your own hammer.
She could embrace you. You continued to exist. Meanwhile, she kissed, resisting her, and resisting her even more. As you rubbed her clitoris, which was much more comfortable, her moans grew louder.
Your orgasm also grew at the sight of Yeseo reveling in her tightness and your own pleasure, and your cock throbbed and lazily moved. You pulled out. You massaged her stomach. Your partner's touch spread to her face, making intense contact. You longed to be by her side, and she smiled happily at the abundance of your happiness in her body.
"I love you, oppa… You're truly the best."
You thanked her for her words and said, "I love you too, Yeseo…" Just as Yeseo had hoped, the two of them overcame the obstacle of family and fell in love, even developing into lovers.
Who would you like to be your younger sister?
?
Yeseo
Rei
lee nagyung
jiwoo
Dirty brother
haerin x m reader
Tags: creampie
"Brother! What happened!" Hae-rin shouted, "It's cool." You turned your head blankly, and the owner of the room was talking about the people standing outside in front of the door. Your hand was stroking up and down the cycling that wrapped her panties. Your hand was not sure where it was. If it caught your eye, it seemed like you weren't looking at me.
"Hae-rin…" You gasped for breath and hurriedly covered your body with both hands, blocking her from seeing you using her and getting annoyed. "When did you come?… Tell her that the legend of the night is coming."
"The appointment was canceled." She muttered in a daze. She still couldn't find her sparkling blue eyes because she could see my naked body a little.
"I'll explain everything, Hae-rin… Come in first." Hae-rin quietly closed the door and took a few more steps.
"I don't think I need to explain.." The cute little girl said in a voice, liking you with a contemptuous heart.
You describe the panic. You must have thought about preparing for this special event in advance, but you couldn't help but want to make excuses. "Uh, that's… What I'm seeing right now…" You said that you couldn't say anything, of course. Hae-rin said with a firm charm. "I can see what happens to my brother."
You couldn't do anything at Hae-rin's words. "You're a real pervert, it's like we're in the same room in panties, it'd be really nice if you could do it!"
"I'm really… sorry.
"If I tell my parents who I like, they'll find out what kind of person my brother is or something like that!"
”Please.. I’m really sorry, Hae-rin.. I’ll regret it just once and you’ll do what you want.”
Hae-rin said that she was insisting on what she liked for a while.
“Are you really going to do it?”
You nodded fiercely at her words.
She said thank you.
“Then try to oppose me.”
You looked shocked and she said firmly again, who liked her.
“Do whatever you want and do it in front of me.”
You reluctantly pulled out your rock-solid dick and pulled away. “Oh… Oppa, is your dick big?” If you didn’t really know, she liked to tease you and spoke in a tone of voice, and you were forming a soft free-spirited bond with her.
“Go ahead and confess, Oppa.”
While Hae-rin was watching your every move, you started to run your hand up and down the shaft of her devoted dick. You started to go even more intensely as you looked at her beautiful face and the sexy clothes she was wearing. “You’re really a pervert.
“You confessed like this every day while thinking of me?” She asked with a laugh.
You are none of those.
"Answer me, oppa."
"Right…"
She continued after sharing a funny story.
"Are you excited to see me? Almost forgetful that I'll look at you?"
You nodded without saying anything.
That person, Hae-rin, sat down next to you without saying anything and waited for your erected self.
You felt active and excited at this moment when she looked at your dick. At that time, you reacted and liked the fact that her hand was wrapped around your dick. At that time, she felt a pleasant feeling of laughter and started to stroke it slowly.
"Do you like receiving it with your sister's hand?"
You nodded without even resisting like a lizard, still on the cushion.
"Pervert oppa." She was stroking you even further away and faster than the CPU, opposing you.
You were not a lump of humiliation at the exclusive Harin's humiliation, but you were starting to fill with sexual desire, and you were almost moving, and soon your orgasm was at its peak as she touched your sack. "Do you think your favorite moans will be combined and you will cum?" she asked again. Moaning, you realized that you would soon optimize your self-control. But you didn't want to compensate. Harin's hand, which was acting at this moment, was far away, and it was disappearing forever.
"Ah.. Harin, no.. Uncle, just stop…" A slurring sound seeped into her voice as she reached the edge of the cliff. "Why do you want to stop and cum because of me?" she whispered in your ear in a lewd voice.
"Or is there something you want too much for me?"
You looked at her with a barely-there face at her words.
You could see her profile, barely holding on, looking at her.
Harin smiled at your gaze and said.
"What would it be like from my perspective?" The girl said disgustingly. "Really disgusting and sloppy.."
She took her hand off at the same time as she spoke and took her tongue out of her lips, settling between your legs. She stopped about an inch and a half away from your erection rising in her arms, then she laughed at your pleading appetite belonging to them and swallowed your energy with her lips wide open.
You moaned into her mouth outside, overwhelmed by her mouth, and could do nothing but moan lonely.
She began to passionately exercise your penis with her lips and tongue, the part where she had pecked your share of the dictionary with her tongue.
She gladly took the tip out of your cock and was enthusiastic about pleasing you.
She began to act a little more delicately, sometimes faster and rougher, and trusted you alone.
You felt the pain of the massage once again in his mouth, and as you moaned, she discovered your condition.
She seems to be teasing you as she moves again. But you are mostly defending her head phone with your hand attractively and down hard. About 2.5cm of her member is a small amount, and the tip of your penis is piercing her grip. Your sex is filling her mouth, Hae-rin is truly delighted with the precious power.
You continue to force her head without paying attention. "Hae-rin, you are the best," you begged Hae-rin. "Give it to me like candy!" When Hae-rin complies with your words, a slight vacuum forms around your dick, and her cheeks are hollowed out. You are now punishing Hae-rin, and you are so excited that you have forgotten that fact.
You can see that her possession is really small, not too tight, and too good, and the feeling of touching the blessed dick is really trustworthy! But you soon come to your senses and add more force to her head. She nods, responds, and stands back to look at you.
You liked her with a sorry feeling that you knew something was wrong.
"You're really the weakest, pervert oppa"
But contrary to her words, she accepted your dick again and started to pull. Once again, she dug into the new year and gently wrapped your traces, and as if accepting your thrusts and begging, she sucked and sucked, and watched her testicles tighten and shine.
"Haerin, I feel like a lead."
My beloved moved to your dick one last time and exercised, and eventually your dick twitched and spurted out continuously into Haerin's mouth, who was delighted. At that time, she welcomed you, laughed, twitched, and happily accepted everything.
All accepting ones She accepted and pulled out the slow dick, looked at you, and happily spit you out in her hand.
She said sorry. "Did you really become like that to a pervert oppa?"
You were so shocked by the aftermath of the incident that was so shocking until now, except for the aliens, and you were just blankly staring at her.
She is asking about her hands.
"Will you listen to me from now on?
Your spine moved your hips more emotionally, and you headed to the bathroom, and at that moment, you came to your senses.
The secret master
Liz x m reader
Tags: anal,creampies
Ive got a long-awaited vacation after a long time of being busy. She was packing to go to her parents' house to meet them.
Except for Liz, she told the members that she wanted to rest alone and stayed in the dorm.
When everyone left the dorm, she showed them why she wanted to stay alone.
She went into her room, took off all her clothes, searched on her laptop and played deepfake videos of herself and the members, then took out a masturbation tool and a vibrator from the drawer and started masturbating using lubricant.
She enjoyed her alone time by rubbing her clitoris with the vibrator and moving the masturbation tool in and out of her vagina. She especially used Wonyoung and Ray's videos a lot. Wonyoung excited her with his outstanding visuals and Ray was close to her.
The room was filled with her moans and the sound of wet water coming from her vagina.
You heard from Wonyoung that the members had left the dorm and headed there. You were usually going in and out of Ive’s dorm and cleaning theirs.
You skillfully entered the password and entered the dorm. At that moment, you heard a variety of mixed sounds, and you froze in place.
Wonyoung had clearly thought that there would be no one in the dorm because the members had left, but you unconsciously turned your body toward the sound of a woman masturbating from the room, and you recognized the person who was making the sound.
She was Liz, who had cuteness and visuals in Ive. Liz was a member who usually acted cute towards you and liked to be liked, but now she was left alone in the dorm and masturbating with a device. “Liz….” Liz was startled by the sudden sound of calling her name, and her eyes turned to the place where the device was pulled out.
“Oh…. Oppa?” She spoke softly, and was so shocked that she couldn’t do anything.
You were looking at the manipulated video of Wonyoung and Ray on the laptop. And Liz's face looking at you in surprise. And her white skin and her pink nipples rising. Her pussy glowing and shining
That was enough to make you stand up.
The two of you stared at each other for a while, and you were the first to come to your senses.
"Sorry… I didn't know Liz was here… I'll go."
"Wait a minute, oppa… Keep it a secret from Wonyoung." She begged earnestly. Wonyoung would definitely get incredibly angry if he saw this.
"Of course, I won't tell Wonyoung." She immediately reassured her.
But she didn't trust her words or had another reason, so she called you again.
"Oppa… I'll do whatever you want… I don't think I'm asking you to keep a secret for nothing."
You were flustered, your eyes wide open in front of her, and she knelt in front of you and rubbed her groin.
“Oppa, I’ll suck your dick.” She said, unzipping her pants and underwear in one go, revealing your dick.
“It’s so big… Is this because of me, oppa?” she asked. You nodded at her, and she stroked you a few times with a faint smile before opening her mouth and slowly putting it in.
She looked up at you and licked the tip of your dick a few times, and you enjoyed watching her put your dick in her mouth and lick it with her tongue.
You continued to let Liz suck your dick, stroking her head as she looked up at you with loving eyes. She finally tried to test herself by taking your dick a little deeper into her mouth, but she still thought it was too big. She picked up the pace, and you enjoyed her cute, yet inexperienced oral sex. “Look at me.” You said, enjoying watching her pretty face sink into your huge dick.
Liz puts her hands on your thighs and tries to push your dick deep into her throat. You can see that she’s still struggling, but she decides to help you, grabbing your head and gently pushing into your dick. She keeps a steady pace so that Liz gets used to your dick, not even half of it going into her throat.
Liz sees you’re satisfied and tries to put more of your dick in her mouth. “Fuck.” You say, grabbing her head and trying to push in more.
“Ah…. Liz, I want to feel your pussy.”
Liz then immediately lifts her hips off the bed and shakes them at you, saying,
“Use me as much as you want…. In exchange for a secret.”
You were rubbing your dick against her entrance… . “Ah,” you moan, and she enjoys the friction between your dick and her labia under you. And soon enough, she finally puts a little bit of your dick inside her.
Liz's pussy is so tight and warm that even your skilled cock struggles inside it, and her walls squeeze you hard from the start. "Ah, ah, ah, ah." Liz moans softly, and you knead her ass, pumping her pussy. "Oh, oh, oh, oh." She continues to moan.
"Liz, your pussy is so tight…." You told her.
You felt even more excited as Liz panted to your rhythm and her ass rippled. Then, the lubricant caught your eye. You opened it and applied it to her ass, and slowly began to insert your finger.
"Ah! Oppa, there…." You quickly started to pump her ass without letting her continue. It wrapped your hand even warmer than her pussy.
So your hand gradually spread open, and you began to insert your masturbation tool directly into the lubricated hole.
Liz gasped and moaned in pleasure that filled both holes, and began to twist the holes.
You lightly slapped her ass and said, “Liz, you’re one hell of a slut…. You’re driving me crazy.”
After a few hard thrusts into her pussy, you pulled everything out of both holes and fingered her, telling her.
“Liz…. Which hole do you want…. I’ll give you what you want.”
Liz took a few breaths and spread her legs in the position you were in, and said with a pleading look in her eyes. “Pussy…. I want to be filled with your dick.”
You smiled at her words and put the vibrator in her ass, turned the power up to the max, and said,
“Liz…. I’m going to put it deep in your pussy and make you cum, okay?” She nodded vigorously.
You slid your cock into her tight pussy in one go. She looked at you with happy eyes.
With both your cock and vibrator stimulating both holes, Liz moans with a look of intense pleasure seeking, “Oppa more…! Me!” You immediately follow her plea,
Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, Liz screams as your cock sinks deep into her pussy. But you can’t stop. You pinch and rub the throbbing nipple to your rhythm. “Hmm, hmm,” she moans, soaking in pleasure. You thrust into her like a bull. “You’re a crazy whore, Liz,” you tell her, Liz moans as your cock sinks deeper into her pussy. “Hmm, hmm,” more moans burst from her mouth.
You soon feel the urge to cum. “Oh fuck! Liz take my cum!" He moans, emptying his balls into Liz's pink pussy. "Ah …
Stress relief
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hanni x m reader
Tags: creampie, incest
Hani had an important exam and was studying without any breaks for several days, sitting at her desk.
At first, she was studying without any problems, and she was satisfied with it.
However, as time passed and she continued to study for several days, her concentration gradually decreased and she became stressed.
However, she forced herself to continue studying because it was an important exam, and that choice was fatal to her.
Her concentration decreased even more, which became poisonous, and her stress increased even more.
To relieve the stress, she took out her masturbation tool and started to console herself by playing her favorite pornographic videos on her tablet.
The video was about a man and a woman making love. Seeing them happily kissing passionately, Hani imagined herself receiving that kind of love, and she used her masturbation tool to the rhythm.
Her stress was relieved, but her desires were growing stronger. She couldn’t satisfy herself with just a masturbation tool, and she wanted to be held in the man’s arms and impaled on his big, hard cock like in the video.
But there was no one who would have sex with her. She didn't have a boyfriend, and she didn't have any friends who had such a relationship.
At that time, one person crossed her mind. It was her real brother.
She began to feel guilty for wanting to have sex with her brother, even if only for a moment. But unlike her head, her body wanted him.
In addition, he had the appearance she wanted. Ha-ni had always been on good terms with her brother, and they often went on dates together, exchanged many gifts, and above all, his penis was big enough to satisfy her.
She knew she shouldn't, but her body was already headed toward her brother in the living room. She sat next to him as she always did, hugged his arm, and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Then she raised her head and looked up at him. He also had a handsome appearance like Ha-ni, and had a muscular and firm body due to consistent exercise.
He was more masculine and attractive than the man she had seen in porn videos.
“Hani, is studying really hard?”
He said to his younger sister, Hani, in a worried tone.
“Yeah…. I’ve been doing it for too long and I’m stressed out.”
He immediately hugged her and patted her, and Hani loved this so much. She spent time in her brother’s arms every day, but she never got tired of it, and it was always so good.
“If there’s anything you want to do, tell me and I’ll listen.” He said to Hani with a soft smile, and that started to ignite her desire to be rammed in his arms.
“Really? You’ll do whatever I want?”
His brother was taken aback by Hani’s unusual words for a moment, but nodded again.
Hani couldn’t hold it in anymore, and immediately started kissing him.
He was surprised by Hani’s sudden attitude, but her kiss was so sweet and happy that he couldn’t stop.
“Oppa… You said you’d give me everything I want…? I want oppa… I want to do it with oppa.”
He was shocked by her confession, but when he saw her stubborn expression, he began to think.
No matter how much he cared for her and loved her, she was his own sister, and it was inappropriate to do that.
However, when he saw her beautiful appearance, his love for her, and the situation he had imagined at least once, the guilt he was feeling changed into longing for his own sister, Hani, and he immediately kissed her and said.
“Hani, do you really want oppa?”
Hani nodded fiercely as if she had been waiting, and he started to do it for his sister.
He immediately kissed her and took off all his clothes, and he also took off her clothes.
Then the two made brief eye contact. At that moment, something incredible entered Hani’s eyes.
It was his penis. It was incomparably bigger than the erect penis she had seen before, and it was more than enough to satisfy her.
Hani looked at the penis and wanted to get stuck in it quickly, so she spread her arms and legs and signaled for him to come into her arms.
“Oppa, I’m in a hurry, come quickly and make me happy with that.”
At her earnest plea, he immediately went into her arms and rubbed against her entrance, and when it went in, her pussy opened and she moaned deeply.
After filling her with all his penis, he gave her time to adjust.
“Oppa…. Now please make me pretty with that penis.”
At his lovely younger sister’s plea, he also started to get incredibly excited, and he immediately started having sex with her.
He slowly increased his speed. Then, her chest shook to the rhythm, and she moaned happily with an expression on her face that showed that she had gotten what she had wanted for a long time. “Oppa, I like it, I’m so happy.” She continued. He was even more excited to see his only beautiful and incredibly cherished sister happy.
He started to hold Hani in his arms while increasing the speed of sex. "Keep going, Oppa, please!" Hani screamed while squeezing her pussy. "Harder, harder, yes!" She almost ejaculated the moment he thrust it into her tight pussy, feeling the sting of her pussy, telling her to keep trying her best with his dick. But she didn't want to ejaculate like this, and she wanted to give Hani even greater pleasure.
As if she knew his feelings, Hani soon started to fall. She gripped his dick extremely tightly, her back arched, and she started to struggle and fight, and her brother was so excited and happy to see her.
Then, her happy orgasm ended and she looked up at him with a happy smile and said.
“Oppa the best…. It was really good! Oppa, I’m such a happy woman that you’re going to go to sleep like this.”
Her words made him extremely excited, and he started fucking her pussy at an indiscriminate speed.
She moaned happily again and squeezed her pussy for her brother.
“Ah…. Yes, oppa, do that…. Come to me too.”
He thrusted more passionately and deeply at her words. “Keep going, my pussy like that!” she said as soon as she opened her mouth. But at those words, he suddenly started roughly thrusting deep into her pussy, and she screamed as she felt her pussy being continuously pierced.
He felt his pussy throbbing like before, and this time he couldn’t hold it in.
“Hani, I think I’m going to cum.”
“Please cum in my pussy. Pour all that cum in. I want to feel your warm, hot cum in my pussy, oppa.” She said, using her arms and legs to hold him, preventing him from escaping, and eventually he started to cum inside her sister’s pussy.
“Ah…. It’s good, it’s warm, oppa cum….” She was so happy, and fell into a deep sleep that she couldn’t sleep because of her studies.
Tutoring for her
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haerin x m reader
Tags: creampie, aphrodisiac
You couldn't find her for months if you were Hae-rin's tutor. She has outstanding looks and skills as well. Your class immediately followed well, and there was a very good class.
But you will still have a will for her. Her beautiful looks and married skin, mixed fragments played a role in raising the only thing about her, and you couldn't stand these people.
There was tutoring time with her again, you headed to her house. You waited until the door you were knocking on opened, and you were exerting your power. She knew that the thought was excluded because it was your help.
Then, Hae-rin, your intervention, opened the door, and you would soon believe it in the house. But that part wants to receive. The only thing was her mother coming and welcoming you, but today, it was not her mother but her. If you are curious, ask her a question.
"Hae-rin, where was your mother today?"
"Ah.. the promise is that today is just the two of us"
You barely managed to say that and were squirming and wriggling, and it was on her beautiful face and stomach.
But if you think you can show it to her, you follow her to her room and explain. You started to cla after examining the Jun you gave her as usual. But you had a lot of things to focus on and more people to cla. She also prefers to consciously take a break from this appearance of yours, and you gladly take a break.
You wanted to take out your phone and look at it, and she was also doing the same thing as sharing a cool head. But every time you tried to integrate into the union, her white skin and wedding parts that were visible under the phone were like belonging, and you were looking at her legs with a sidelong glance. You are at this time. But that time didn't last long.
She went to the bathroom and left, and you believed for some unknown reason. But at that time, what you saw was her water cup. It was a thought that crossed your mind, and you followed that thought into action.
You kept searching through your bag, and it was a dead body in her water glass. It quickly absorbed into her water, and you caught it without a hitch. You wished she would wait for him sooner.
So time passed, and the break was over, and you started Clarke with her again. She tried to cool her head. She understood what you said, and she was studying. In that situation, you said that she drank the water quickly, and that wish had been there from early on.
She drank all the water in the glass, saying that she was thirsty, and you looked at her and said "Nice" inwardly.
It was not very useful, and she was enjoying her vacation alone. You made her face hot, and made her breathing sound. She was fidgeting, rubbing her legs.
You told her to pretend to be worried when you saw her like that. “What’s wrong, Hae-rin? You don’t look well.”
She refused and said, “Ah.. You just…”, and you knew how to do it, and you decided to go straight ahead, appreciating her appearance.
You put your hand on her leg and approached her even closer, “Are you really okay? You don’t look like the pledger likes you.” The other woman was looking at you with love, panting, your hands were quiet and going into her picture.
In the process, Hae-rin was looking at you as an actress who was expecting you, not to mention waving your hand.
So you finally reached her panties, and you grabbed your arm and said, “Oppa.. Why are you doing this.. Don’t make a brick.” However, unlike what she said, her hand didn’t reach your hand at all, and you eventually started rubbing the ability inside her panties.
Some of her mouth let out a faint moan, so in the content, she was responding to your caress and accepting it as love juice.
This moment is the moment for you. The computer helps. Now Hae-rin said that she was trusted by being caressed by your hands.
The appearance of Hae-rin moaning and drawing on your hands was exciting, and after holding her in your arms, she started kissing, and she also started to interlock with my kingdom, and her panties were getting more and more aroused.
You kissed her like that, and then behind her, she started to put on her panties a little less. In the process, she was able to naturally receive the public road, and she thought she was her own party. Pink, your caress and her things are trying to excite you because of it.
She was taking pictures to show you her things well. But even in the midst of that, she turned her head shyly, and you were laughing at her cute appearance.
But your gaze was considered her possession, and you decided to be happy for the beautiful joy she had now. You are quietly open. The moans from her mouth are bigger and more obscene than before, which is really amazing, you figured out that she wanted it, and started working her more passionately.
What distinguishes her particular part is that she rubbed her inside and clitoris.
Her hand was the opposite attraction of your head.
You are satisfied with her, adding one more finger and two more, and talking about her clitoris with your tongue. The large amount of love juice soaked your mouth and hands, and you knew that she was already eagerly wanting your cock.
You started to move all her clothes after thinking about her like that. In the process, she was shy and realized that her clothes were being taken off by your touch. She was completely naked behind you, and you were lying on the bed behind her, listening to her like that.
You wanted the beautiful woman in you to go up rather than down, and your eyes were drawn to her face at that moment. At that time, she bit her lips and came to find your swollen, a little more, and you knew how she wanted yours.
You will run home to her who likes pants as she wishes. She smiled at the size of your erection and slowly spread her legs towards you. You couldn't stand her actions anymore.
She was a few in between her sites, and she was squeezing your dick in a specific specific spot, and she begged with exclusive confidence, "Oppa.. Just give it to me now.. Hurry up", and you started to refuse the handle, appreciating her cute whining. Her party said, delighting in your dick.
Soon, all of you went in and filled her inside, and you wasted time being hard on her. Then, it started to build at a regrettable speed, and she finally felt the feeling of your dick containing her participants, which she herself wanted, and she was screaming with happy devotion.
"Ah.. Finally, I like it very much.. Oppa.. Do it more."
Her desperate hole really needed it. You were processed faster. "Okay.. Come faster," Hae-rin cried out in a happy voice. You close your eyes while you sleep, feeling your traces and smothering her while you moan loudly.
"Ah.. I think I'll massage you oppa." As soon as Hae-rin says, the server turns into an insectoid and reports a buffer orgasm, and in the process, her parsing tightens and pinches your slit, but you are still ?? strong, and you are tracking her fast parts.
"Oppa, I love you so much. It's the best…" Hae-rin moans and smiles. The more you thrust, the more she is providing a much larger amount of love juice and tightness. She doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Hae-rin is starting to regret this feeling now. Your passionate slapping brings her back to orgasm after orgasm.
Her she is resisting your resistance. "Don't stop," she demands, missing your hand around her waist. She is so slender and so. The perfect princess turned into a triple toy that only wants pleasure.
＂Oh my gosh, say hello. It feels so good!!＂ While Harin screamed, your dick was squishy under her belly and formed her slit from her Q part to her cervix. You could be treated now, or you could work on it. But you wanted more. You would let Harin be your forever-desired and exclusive toy.
“No way, oppa. Stop it. Keep filling me up!” Harin said, pulling you into her arms and wrapping her legs around your waist. You said, “Ah.. I think I’m going to cum now,” as you pushed her harder and harder. “Stay inside me,” she said. “Oppa, it’s over when you fill me up.” She continued. ＂One more pendulum inside my slit. Stay inside me.” She kept begging.
You filled her slit with more of you and the glory that Harin wanted so badly, and you leaned up against her with all your might. She put her hand on your cheek and gave you a deep kiss before saying, “You’re the best.. Oppa, you were really good.”
At that moment, the sound of the door opening outside the room was loud, and you and her hurriedly put on separate clothes. In the process, she put on panties while holding your performance.
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That’s how they received hot love whenever her parents were home.
Actions for each other
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haewon x m reader
Tags: creampie,cheating
I went out to meet her, who I had been close with since school.
"Hey, oppa, here!"
"How are you?"
"Yeah, I've been doing well, right? How about you?"
She sighed at my words and said. "No… I'm a bit in a relationship with my boyfriend…"
"Why is something going on?"
"Yeah… I am."
She hesitated at my words and I was worried about her. "Why is something going on?"
She slowly opened her mouth and said. "My relationship with my boyfriend… No matter how much I tell him, he doesn't like it…"
I felt a sense of kinship with her words and started talking.
"You're the same, me too…"
She was startled by my words and said, "Oppa? Oppa, you're doing really well."
"I'm doing well, I'm fine with it too… But even when I set the mood, he doesn't like it…"
"Both of us… Really…"
She thought for a while and then started saying something surprising. “Then oppa.. Since neither of us can do it… Should we just do it ourselves?”
I was very surprised by her words and said. “What?.. The two of us? No… Then that would be cheating…”
“No,.,, It’s not cheating.. It’s people who help each other,,,”
I felt strangely drawn to her words.
“That’s right… It’s not our fault..”
“Right.. That’s right… Then should we go?”
She spoke in a low voice and looked at me, and I nodded to her words.
So we headed straight to the motel, and after taking a shower, we awkwardly sat on the bed.
“Oppa.. Can’t you be brave first?”
She begged me in a coquettish tone, and I collapsed at her beautiful appearance and coquettishness.
I immediately caressed her cheek and started kissing her.
She kissed me, tongues mixing, as if she had been waiting, and I immediately took off her shower gown and looked at her body. “Wow.. Haewon, your body is really pretty..”
“Thank you, oppa… Show me oppa too.”
I immediately took off my gown and showed her my erect cock. “Wow.. oppa, it’s big…” she said while stroking my cock, and a smile spread across her face.
Her eyes were filled with desire and challenge. Then, she took me into her mouth, and her lips were tightly wrapped around my head.
“Haewon..,” I moaned, and my hands grabbed her hair. She moaned, and the vibration sent shock waves through my body.
“Oppa, I’ll make it good for you..” She pulled me in deeper, and her throat was against my cock. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat, and I moaned, and my hips pushed slightly.
My voice was thick with desire. "Haewon.. you're the best… this is the first time I've felt this way.."
She mumbled, and the sound vibrated against my cock, and I moaned, and my hips pushed deeper. She took it all in, her nose pressed against my stomach, and her throat touched my cock. I could feel her swallowing, the muscles in her throat squeezing my cock.
She quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth as if she was out of breath and looked at me. I caressed her cheek and said. "Haewon.. you're really the best, you're so good.."
"Oppa.. I want to do it with you.." I laid her down at her request, spread her legs, and went between her, and when my cock touched her entrance, I thought that I should wear a condom. "Wait a minute, condom.."
Then she grabbed my hand and said. “Don’t squeeze it in..”
Like that, I slowly inserted my dick into her vagina, and her place was heaven.
“Haewon.. you’re so tight.. good.”
“I like it too, oppa. Fill me up.”
“Now hurry up… do it quickly.”
I pushed into her, and her tight body wrapped around me. She was so wet, so ready. I moaned, and my cock throbbed.
“It feels so good.” My voice was tense. I started to move, and her moans filled the room.
“Ah.. I like it too, oppa.” She gasped. “Faster. Harder.. oppa.”
I complied, and my hips slammed into hers. She met my thrusts, and her nails dug into my back. I could feel her getting closer again, her muscles clenching around me.
"Oppa.. I feel so good I think I'm going to go…" She said breathlessly. "Oppa.. tell me you love me."
I felt a huge thrill at her words, and my cock twitched. "I love you Haewon… you're the best." I told her. She looked incredibly happy and started ejaculating on my dick.
She was panting and feeling the orgasm she had felt after a long time, and I didn't want to interrupt her time, so I just looked at her.
She quickly came out of her orgasm, and looked up at me with eyes that wanted me so much, and said. "Oppa, you're the best… now cum too…"
I nodded, and her eyes stared into mine. Her vagina was even tighter, but it went in easily because of the love juice, and I started to thrust into her vagina like that., “Oppa.. tell me you like it, I love you, and keep putting it in like that.”
“I love you, Haewon, I love you so much.. you’re the best.”
She was squeezing my cock with a happy face at my words, I could feel my orgasm rising, and her expression was pushing me to my limit, and she knew my situation and said. “Oppa, if you’re going to cum, fill me up. It’s a safe day..”
I was incredibly excited by her words and thrust into her vagina like that.
“Oh my god,” she gasped and shook her body. "Oh, it feels so good."
"Ah.. Haewon, I think I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum inside!! I love you Haewon!!" That's how I ejaculated a large amount of semen inside her, and she was sobbing and feeling happy with the flow of my semen.
"Oppa.. It was the best.. It's so good…"
I kissed her like that, and she caressed my cheek and said, "Oppa.. Should I go home today?"
"No."
"Then let's do more.. I want to do it again, with you."
"Okay.. Haewon, I want to do it again with you too."
That's how the two of us started to release all the desires we had built up on each other.
I painted her face, mouth, pussy, and everywhere with my semen, and Haewon felt an incredible sense of happiness at having her body painted with my semen.
Good brother
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ningning x m reader
Tags: creampie,incest
It is a great fortune to live as the younger sister of a girl group. They cannot date due to the nature of their jobs, and it is a great misfortune not to be able to date at that age. Of course, they come with that much fame and money, but they cannot solve their sexual desires, and that is because they can only solve their sexual desires with their family, so you were able to have sex with her beautiful sister just because you were her younger sister.
You were caressing the entrance of ningning's pussy with your tongue and hand "Ah.. Don't burn my liver, do it quickly."
"What do you want me to do?"
"I don't know, but tell me in detail."
You always enjoy teasing your sister who has a pure and beautiful image on stage or on TV screens and watching her. "Put yours in quickly, I'm piling it up quickly."
"Yes, you have to say that so I know."
You step forward and spread her thighs. ningning's pretty pink percy was on display for you, already wet and glistening from being teased and touched.
Before entering her, you rub your tip between her pink lips of her slit. She already moans. “Ah please.. Don’t hesitate and put it in.”
As your cock presses against her entrance, you can already feel her slick and hot body. You like the look on her face as she thrusts into her entrance, waiting for your cock.
Ningning is already anxiously waiting for you to enter her, wanting it.
You look into Ningning’s pretty eyes as you push your hips forward. Her pink lips slide your cock into her tight percy, finally entering your body.
“Ahhhh… finally… good..” Ningning moans lightly. You push deeper into her and then pull your cock out.
When she whines, “Do it faster,” you arouse her again by only letting the tip of your cock disappear between her thighs.
“Deeper… deeper..”
“Not yet, sis… Wait patiently…”
Then she grumbles. You are not ready to give up until you taste her desperation.
Ningning originally hates this kind of behavior. To conquer someone, to be led. But she had a lot of desires, and you were the only one who could solve them, and you were using that weakness to subdue and conquer her, and get pleasure.
You could feel her slippery walls wanting to pull you more into her body, and you did so for a while until half of your dick was inside Ningning’s body.
She bit her lower lip, feeling half of your shaft, and moaned. Then you pulled most of your cock out again, leaving only the tip inside her.
Ningning became more and more frustrated.
“Sister, tell me how much you want my cock.”
She looked humiliated at your words and said. "Please, I want it so bad, fill me up with your cock. I want to put it in and feel it inside me.. "
"You're such a slutty slut."
Then her expression became sharper, and you slowly started to put it inside her while watching her. Then her expression changed quickly, and you turned into an expression that was so desperate and pleading.
You immediately started to thrust deep into ningning. Her body finally squirmed in relief at feeling full.
"Ah..ah!… It's so big, so deep! It feels so good!"
"Isn't that what you wanted? You want me to go deep into your pussy?"
"Yes-yes! It feels so good!"
The unpleasant expression she had just had disappeared, and only the appearance of panting on your cock remained.
Her eyes widened as you filled her. You loved the pleasure on her face, and the way her body shook rhythmically to the speed of your thrusts was so beautiful.
You couldn't hold it in any longer, so you started to fill her pussy, and slammed your hips against her body.
Ningning started to pant as you moved your hips and thrust deep and hard into her pussy.
"Oh, yes! Make me feel so good, please don't stop, it feels so good!"
"It's only natural that my sister begs like this. I'll make her happy!"
Ningning smiled brightly at your words and moaned and whined as she felt your cock, showing how much you were enjoying what you were doing to her amazing body.
She was so wet that it seemed like she would completely submerge your cock in her fluids.
The sounds from them filled my ears, making it hard to focus on just one thing. Jiyeon's moans, their bodies rubbing against each other, the creaking of the bed, the sound of her wet pussy swallowing your hard cock in and out of her body.
"Do you like it when I eat you like this?"
Ningning didn't answer, only responding with an even more lustful moan.
"Answer me, sister. Do you like it when my cock goes deep into your tight little Percy like this?"
"Yeah, I like it when my cock is deep inside me!"
"I like seeing you like this, sister. I'll make you happy."
ningning said, the moans and gasps coming out of her mouth were getting louder as you spoke.
Your hands cupped her face, maintaining a steady rhythm as you inserted her.
You wanted to see her eyes, and you wanted to see how the outline of her face changed as you inserted as deeply as you wanted.
"Does that feel good, sister? My cock is so good, sis."
“Good…it feels…amazing…I’m so close…”
Your hands slide down her smooth skin, gently caressing both of her breasts with your thumbs before continuing to move down. As you continue fucking her, your hands find her delicious plump thighs, and you grab them and hold them tightly.
Ningning’s breathing becomes shallow, and you see her getting closer with each passing second. You continue to fill her up, thrusting in as deep as you can for her.
“I feel like I’m going to cum. I like it… Don’t stop, fill me up.” Ningning cries out, having trouble forming proper sentences.
She uses her feet to wrap around your waist and pulls, guiding you deeper, and you also work on her orgasm, rubbing her clitoris with your hands for her pleasure.
You can feel her vagina tense and tightening around you, indicating that her climax is approaching.
“Nunna, Throw it all away, everything that's been building up!"
She nods quietly as you thrust deep into her. Her eyes are filled with pleasure, and things are happening too much to bear.
Her hand grips yours tightly as she ejaculates violently, her mouth opens wide and she lets out intense moans and gasps, circling and throbbing around your cock.
Her back arches high, and her eyes become blurry as she pours her liquid into your shaft.
You do your best to help ningning endure her orgasm, slowing down your thrusts. She no longer has the strength to wrap her waist around you, her grip loosens, her legs fall to the side, her chest still panting, her black hair sticking to her forehead.
You pull out of her completely, looking down at your cock covered in her sticky liquid, then back into her hole, her thin wetness. Enter the tight gap at once and make sure she is completely filled again.
“Noona, you were so sexy just now.”
Ningning looked at you with an excited expression at your words, and you wanted to make her feel even better, and she was looking at me with loving eyes and showing me how. Her juices lubricated your shaft, helping you to easily enter and exit her.
Your speed gradually increased, and you kissed Ningning and caught her tempo. Your tongue wrapped around her tongue while she moaned in your mouth.
The two of you locked eyes and you could see the pleasure expanding in her eyes. With the momentum of your thrusts, you slid deep into her percy.
“It feels so good!! The cock is stirring inside me.”
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to pound your tight pussy?”
“Yeah, it feels so good!”
In response, you start to thrust your cock into her, moans and gasps pouring out.
Your bodies start to cling together, your skin hitting hers as your cock penetrates her deeper.
"Good.. so.. good."
Ningning's moans get louder as your thrusts get harder. The sound of your flesh slapping becomes more distinct.
"Oh my, it's so big and deep!"
You fuck her harder. The bed creaks loudly as if complaining.
"Oh! Oh yes, please don't stop! Don't stop fucking my pussy with your cock!"
Ningning screams because of your cock.
"Oh… Your cock is so deep in my Percy! Baby, ahhh!"
It was too much for Ningning to handle just now, but you soon reach the end point.
"I think I'm going to cum, sis."
She hugs your body tightly, squeezing you with her warm thighs so that you don't leave her body.
"Where are you going to cum, sis? I think I'm going to cum."
"Don't pull out and keep going and fill me up with your cum!"
Her arms wrap around your neck and you look into her eyes as you prepare for your orgasm.
"I'm going to cum in you, sis!."
You thrust into her before you reach your climax, and you explode inside her and start to cum in her with your hot cum. Every thick spurt that fills her elicits moans from both sides. You keep fucking her, pumping her with your hot cum, coating her walls with your massive cum until you feel completely drained.
As the intense orgasm subsides, ningning lets her legs go, feeling all of you, and you reluctantly withdraw from her walls slowly.
"Filled up…."
As every inch of you slips out of ningning's body, you look between her creamy thighs, watching the pink, parted lips of her freshly fucked hole. The huge dripping creampie left inside her pretty tight pussy slowly leaks out, staining her juicy thighs and the bed sheets beneath her.
"You're.. the best, look how much I made you cum."
Ningning smiles, still breathing hard, her chest still panting. She looks down at the load you blessed her with, and looks up at you, completely exhausted.
"It was so good, please take care of me in the future, my little sister."
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